You sit on the slightly damp, mossy rock, staring out across the pond. Some type of bird shrills nearby. You slowly put your hand to your trouser pocket, fishing for your phone and hold it up. An annoyed expression flickers across your face and you toss it lightly away - it bounces away soundlessly. If you can’t get away from technology here, then where can you? 

It is warm today; the sun shines through the tall canopy of trees, and you take off your light jacket. The moss is surprisingly wet and makes sitting on the boulder uncomfortable. You take off your clothes and step into the cool inviting water.

Afterward, you lie naked and wet in a bright ray of sunlight, eyes closed and breath slowly deepening.

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You gradually awake; your penis slowly hardening. You start to trace its shaft from bottom to top. You caress your balls with your other hand and grasp your member, slowly pumping, up and down. You’re almost there, gasping now, eyes closed, a building tension that will lead to a burst of heat and glowing bliss - and another hand, not yours, grabs your penis roughly. 

You spring upright and the person bounds back. You see now that the person is a she. Her hair is short, wild, and knotted. There’s an ugly red scar on her temple. Her face is streaked with mud, and her eyes are bright and curious. She seems to be examining you carefully and you can’t help but feel like a choice piece of meat. She’s wearing a threadbare t-shirt that may have been white at some point. Her breasts strain at the garment, and you can see her left nipple through one of the rips. 

You stare at her for a long moment, feeling quite outraged but your penis is rock hard. She re-approaches, step by step like a skittish animal. She’s very close now, and you stand very still. She looks from your quivering shaft to your face, on the balls of her feet, ready to spring away. Your biological hindbrain wants just one thing. But your forebrain is screaming about the violation and you are staggered by your indecision, completely stunned by your inability to decide.

You hear the shrill call of that damned bird again, and suddenly things become very clear in a very different way. You nod and smile at her.

She reaches out and grabs your shaft and starts clumsily rubbing it up and down. Almost immediately you cum, juddering and trembling. Your whole body shakes with adrenaline and you must lie down. She climbs on top of your chest now, back now to you. The woman seems to be playing with your cum - so strange - twirling the gooey stuff as it pools in your groin. What is going on here? 

She brings herself lower, and her cunt is now close enough to lick. You swallow noisily, slowly, and dive in. You lap it up, abandoning your reservations, faster, deeper until she suddenly moans and you feel a gush of dampness from her pussy coat your face.

—

You harden again, and now with more purpose, you pull yourself up from underneath and enter her in one fluid motion. She gasps and pushes your cock further in. Your hands find her breasts and you grip her nipples. Her breath hitches.

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In the quiet of the forest, all you can hear is the wet, rhythmic, slapping sound of your repeated joining.