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Carol wanted to have sex outdoors. It wasn’t just that having sex outdoors was risky or different. It was the exhibition or being seen aspect that excited her. One early summer evening she asked me to drive a few miles outside the center of town, and up a long, tree lined dirt road to a hidden pond favored by undergraduate students for swimming and other adventures. I thought we were going to have sex in the car. I was wrong. We parked in a small grassy area, not far from the pond. We spent the next twenty minutes tickling each other’s throats with our tongues. Carol wore no bra. That was evident when I picked her up for our dinner date. Not only did her tits freely sway side to side and up and down as she walked, but her hard nipples easily pushed out against the fabric of her blouse, allowing her areola to be seen through the material. What I did not know until we had parked and I had begun to explore her sex with my fingers was that she was also not wearing panties. After some fondling, groping, playing, fingering, nipple pinching and tongue battling, Carol opened the passenger side door and exited the car. Not knowing what she was up to, and concerned that she was upset with me, or possibly feeling sick, I followed. Standing at the passenger side of the car, Carol calmly proceeded to undress, urging me to do the same. I was hesitant, even as I watched her unbutton her blouse and allow her tits to be exposed to the cool summer evening air. “Please?” she purred, as she removed her shorts. “Undress for me?” Once out of her blouse and short skirt, Carol squatted in front of me, undid the belt buckle and button on my pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled my pants down to my ankles. She reached into my boxer shorts with her hand, grasped my manhood and removed my very hard cock from its confinement. With the aid of a slow hand job, a sultry, pleading look, and the whispered promise of at least two orgasms to be administered by her for my pleasure, she coaxed me into removing my clothing. Once we were both naked, Carol took me by the hand and led me to the back of the car, where she gave me one of those deep, wet, passionate kisses, while she held my stiff dick in her hand. As she slid her tongue out of my mouth, she turned and leaned over the trunk, pressing her tits and stiff nipples against the car’s cool metal. She stretched her arms out, ankara travesti spread her legs, and stuck her ass out in an obvious invitation to take her from behind. I didn’t need to be told what to do. It was quiet out. No people appeared to be in the area. The air was still. The only light came from an almost full moon. I settled myself down, somewhat assured that we were alone, stepped up behind Carol, wet the end of my cock with some of her juices, and slowly eased my rock solid shaft into her wet slit. If anything, this new experience, the excitement of doing something risky, and the possibility of being discovered, had my shaft engorged with blood, making me harder, thicker, and longer. I told myself to take my time. Slowly, I slid my rod into Carol’s hungry, lubricated hole until she was taking my full length. I held onto her hips and ass and slowly filled her slit in a slow but steady rhythm. She was eager to take every inch of me. “Mmmmm. That feels so good.” “Go slow like that.” “Fuck that feels good.” “Mmmmmmmm.” Carol’s moans of pleasure seemed louder outdoors. Her words of encouragement and need travelled through the trees and brush, and across the pond, surely alerting others to what we were doing. “Fuck me.” “A little faster.” “I love your cock.” “That feels so fucking good.” “Faster. Please. Faster.” “Oooooohhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm.” As I picked up the pace, Carol’s fingers clutched at the smooth metal of the car’s body. “Do me this way.” She turned and lay on her back on the trunk, holding her legs up and spread, her knees by her head. I pinched and tweaked her nipples and resumed fucking her flowering slit. Sliding off the car trunk, Carol went to her knees and licked and sucked my cock, paying special attention to one of my trigger points, the sensitive skin on the swollen head of my pole. Returning to the trunk of the car, she sat, legs spread, while I licked her pussy and clit. I paid special attention to her swelling love nub, which was protruding from its little hood. “Oh God. I’m close.” I slid a wet finger over her other hole, running it around the puckered opening, while I sucked her clit into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. “Fuck, yes.” “Don’t stop.” I could feel her orgasm begin to consume her body, and she began to shake. “I’m cuming. I’m cuming.” I slid one finger deep into her ass and flicked my tongue over ankara travestileri her clit, not stopping, even though I could hardly breathe. Within seconds, Carol enjoyed a long, loud, body jerking orgasm. The animal sounds that escaped her mouth I am sure were heard in homes all around the pond. Carol’s body shuddered and twitched with pleasure, as she held onto my head, which was still buried between her legs. It was the vise-like clutch of a woman who needed to hold onto something, anything, while her body and mind departed the real world and entered the addictive world of pleasure. As Carol recovered from her bliss, her wet, juice covered cheeks began to slide down off the trunk of the car. I caught her by her ass and let her slide down onto my still hard shaft. Carol let out a loud moan of pleasure as I impaled her once again. She wrapped her arms around my head and neck and her legs around my waist. “Fuck me again. Fuck me again.” she said, her voice hoarse from the screams of her first orgasm. I carried her to the side of the car, keeping my cock firmly planted in her sex, and held her back and ass against the car as I began to pound her pussy with the full length of my stiff pole. Carol threw her head back and yelled out with pleasure, not caring who might hear her. “Oh God. Oh God.” “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.” “Harder. Make me cum again.” “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I held Carol against the car by her slippery ass, and hammered the full length of my cock into her love hole. “Do you like that?” I asked, now out of breath. “Do you like being fucked by my big cock?” The only sounds heard were Carol’s moans, and the slap, slap, slap of my balls striking against Carol’s ass, thrust after thrust after thrust. Carol’s words of pleasure became small whispers of need. “Yes. Yes. That feels so fucking good.” “I’m going to suck your cock so good.” “I’m going to cum again.” “Make me cum hard.” “Fuck me harder.” She tightened her legs around my waist and pulled my head and neck in closer, demonstrating the strength that can be mustered by a woman who is about to cum. “Fuck Yes.” she yelled. Carol looked toward the sky, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and went silent, a sure sign that she was about to cum. A painful look of pure pleasure spread over her face. Her clenched teeth became a fully opened mouth, as she tried to scream, but travesti ankara could not. Her eyes grew wide, and partially rolled back into her head. Sweating and out of breath, I stopped fucking Carol’s deep hole, letting her do the final work for her reward. Her low moan became a loud, constant moan, increasing in pitch as she neared her moment of release. At that moment, in that place, Carol did not care about anything except her need to cum and the pleasure her body craved. Carol rode my cock, crushing her pussy violently down on its full length, until she exploded with another, body heaving orgasm. “Fuck yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her screams carried through the woods, over the still pond waters, and into the night. As Carol slowly regained control over her body, I lowered her down to her feet, my rod popping out of her juicy pussy. Even with only the light of the moon, it was clear I was covered with Carol’s juices from my naval to my knees. We stood next to the car and held each other, sweating and trying to catch our breath. Maybe it was my fear of being caught having sex outdoors; or my concern that Carol’s cries of passion would alert others to our activities or my watchful attention to our surroundings and need for privacy. Whatever the reason, for the first time since I had been with Carol, I had outlasted her and not cum. “Lean against the car.” she directed, when I whispered that it was good that she had cum, as I wasn’t going to last much longer, and had almost unloaded my sperm into her love hole. As I leaned back against the car, and Carol began to stroke my wet shaft, another car came up the dirt road and parked several feet away from us. To Carol, having others parked nearby was more exciting than just the two of us being naked outdoors. When she saw where the other car was stopping, she moved us to an area where we could easily be seen by anyone in the other car. For Carol, part of her excitement and pleasure was derived from being watched. Carol had cum twice. She seemed to have been sufficiently satisfied, at least for the time being, and had turned her attention to fulfilling her promise of pleasuring me. The thought of someone watching her play with my cock, however, seemed to energize her, and she attacked her task of getting me off with great zeal. Carol knelt on the ground, a little towards one side, stroked my quivering manhood using both her hands, and sucked the tip of my cock with her warm mouth. Anyone who looked would have no problem identifying the sex act being performed. At first I was distracted; worried that anyone in the other car might see us.