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She is truly out of control. The rough surface of the tree shreds the plastic around her pelvic bone as she grinds against it; her hips tilt upwards trying to scratch her clit against the bark but falls short with the spreader bar holding her legs stiff.
The constant throbbing in the meat of her nipples is as intense as the throbbing in her sex. The plastic wrap slips and slides as perspiration accumulates on her flushed skin and liquids pour from her cunt. Spittle drools in a steady stream down her upturned chin and onto her breasts and are absorbed into the tree’s skin.
He spots a thick branch lying on the ground near the clearing’s edge. The branch is about five or so feet long and the base where it broke from the trunk about four inches thick. He clears the sharp edges on the end of the branch and generously lubes it with Ben Gay. Squeezing another glob of the white menthol cream, he spreads it between her thighs.
The pads of his two middle fingers circle her clit and warm the Ben Gay, escalating the heat sensation. Those same two magical fingers easily slip into her cunt where they twist and turn as they move in and out with no particular rhythm. Another glob and he cups her butt cheeks then slowly glides all four fingers up and down her crack starting just below her clit and slowly sliding all the way to the cleft of her butt cheeks, then forward again. Each pass, he presses his fingers into her flesh but avoids entering her cunt or ass and carefully avoids touching her clit.
Her body reeks of lust and perspiration and the aroma awakens his cock, straining for freedom beneath his shorts. He positions the edge of the branch at the entrance to her cunt then pushes it inward until it slides into the slippery opening, then props it up with a large rock.
Firmly implanted and holding her cunt hostage, the branch is cool and the bark rough as it fills and stretches her cavity. Even though it hurt going in, her body responds to the intrusion and the fullness. Her first thought is “Finally, something to fuck.”
She thrusts her hips onto the thick rough surface and rides it hard. Each movement puts stress on her nailed tits and even that pain is a welcomed relief. His mopped flogger caresses her skin and then strikes hard on her upper back, forcing the air from her lungs and smashing her body into the tree’s trunk.
Another long wide swing and the flogger crashes into her butt cheeks, the THUD and STING are equal in sound and intensity and she loves it. The fragrance of wild flowers and a clean afternoon breeze floods her nostrils. The combined heat from the plastic wrap, Ben Gay, and the burning caused by each tendril of the flogger fuels her lust.
Her vision is blurred and her intake of oxygen is in short raspy gasps. Her cunt encases the tree limb and rides it like a champion bull rider. The pain from the pull and tear of her nailed nipples is exquisite. Her moans, deep, long, and pitiful, erupt from her core and vibrate in her chest.
Her body is a seething inferno, flames randomly and wickedly hop-scotch to every part of her body. A wall of pent-up desire threatens to break loose and she knows that when it does, she will be lost in the most devastating orgasm of her life.
And she is right. This orgasm is totally focused in the base of her clit. It rises from the core to the very tip then explodes with imposing potency; her cunt becomes a fiery volcano shooting womanly lava from her core.
He knows that the long term effect of an orgasm of this magnitude is akin to drug addiction. Nothing else matters; just the fix ... an addiction so deeply rooted that it will forever be the unattainable benchmark that she will seek out.
As she rides the eruption within, he knows that such an orgasm cannot be replicated; its magnificence is unique and completely consuming.
And as her body falls limp, he begins the task of releasing her from the tree and getting her back to his home where he will fuck her for several hours until his needs are satisfied.
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