Forest Frenzy: My Raw Fuck in the Sologne Woods

Heart pounding, we blast down the autoroute from that boring Paris seminar. Stéphane’s infection news hits—perfect excuse to bail. My bladder’s screaming. ‘Pull over,’ I gasp. He veers into Sologne’s dense woods, tires crunching gravel. Birds chirp, mossy silence wraps us. I hike my skirt, drop my panties, squat behind ferns. Hot piss hisses out, steaming in cool air.

He sneaks up. ‘Superbe,’ he growls. I twist—bam, slip on slick moss. Ass hits ground, urine splashes my thighs, stockings, skirt. ‘You asshole!’ I snap, legs splayed, bush exposed in sun shafts. He laughs, kneels, wipes me with tissues. Fingers graze my wet lips. No bra under blouse, nipples harden. His hands bold up my thighs, peel off soaked panties, unclip garters. Skirt off. I’m bare from waist down, heels digging earth. Pulse races—three years no cock, now this?

The Approach

He stands, eyes devouring. ‘What now?’ I challenge, voice husky. No time for games. I crave it raw, now. He grabs my arm, drags to ancient oak trunk, mossy and tilted. Presses my pussy to soft green cushion. Two fingers slide in—slick, easy. I moan, grind back. Blouse rips open, bra shoved up, heavy tits spill out. Bark scrapes nipples raw. ‘Feel that tree cock hardening for you?’ he whispers. My phone buzzes in purse—ignored. His cologne hits me, musky, mixed with earth. Legs shake.

‘Fuck me,’ I hiss. No chit-chat, no dinner. Straight to pounding. He frees his thick dick, purple head throbbing. Rams in deep—one thrust balls-deep. ‘Aaaahhh!’ I scream, walls clenching starved cunt. He hammers savage, lifts me, thighs wrap trunk. Bark bites skin, pain spikes pleasure. ‘Your pussy’s a vice, Claire—milking me dry!’ Juices squelch loud, drip down legs. I buck wild, tits bouncing, chignon unraveling strands. Orgasm rips—howling, gushing. He erupts, hot cum floods me, endless jets.

The Explosion

We collapse laughing. Cum leaks on moss. He brushes bark flecks off my tits, sucks nipples clean. I taste salt sweat, his cum on fingers. Back to car naked under raincoat—only thing clean. Stroll hand-in-hand, sun warms pussy lips. Clairière: drop coat, sprawl on grass. He devours me—tongue laps cum-mix from folds. I ride his face, grind till second cum. Then flip, suck his rehard cock—veiny, salty. Bend over, ass high: ‘Sodomize me.’ Butter from lunch slicks his plunge. Virgin ass stretches—burns sweet, then bliss. He rails deep, slaps cheeks red. I finger clit, explode again.

Afternoon blurs: inn room, bed soaked, bath overflow. Dinners, walks, tender fucks. But dawn hits reality. Back home, Stéphane waits. We steal fucks weekly—clothes ripped at door, cumming frantic. Seminars: hair loose, Viking goddess rides endless. His death shatters. Funeral kiss: ‘Adieu.’ I vanish north, agency quit, house sold. No trace. That forest frenzy? Peak fire. Now ashes. I’m anonymous again, craving next click.