Choice Tales from the Vale – (538) Foresting

 

Pippa Boothe and Harry Flemming were both students and were working during the holidays at the Pepperstock Hills National Park an area of stark contrasts, from the bare, often barren crags in the north, the lakes, and reclaimed quarries of the west. to the extensive tract of magnificent mixed forestry to the south and east, all of which attracted a variety of visitors, anglers, divers, walkers, and climbers all of whom were needy and demanding.

So, Pippa and Harry liked to get out into the forests on their time off, Pippa, because she had just discovered sex, after Harry popped her cherry during Easter break, and the forest was a great place to shag, and Harry liked it because he liked being anywhere, she was.

They drove down a little used track that led to a clearing and parked the bike and got off and headed to the tree line and as soon as they stepped into the dappled shade Pippa kissed him, and her tongue instantly darted in and out of his mouth like a viper, so he returned the kiss to her hot panting mouth.

“Very nice,” she panted as he explored inside her t-shirt, and he had just managed to dislodge both breasts from their cups when she suddenly stopped him.

“That’s enough of that” she said and ran off giggling deeper into the woods.

Harry was taken completely by surprise, but he ran after her as quickly as he could and even though she had a head start on him it didn’t take long for him to close the ground on her and he grabbed hold of her backpack and pull her back.

But her progress was only halted momentarily as she wriggled free of the straps and Harry ended up sitting on his arse holding the bag, and to add insult onto injury she paused long enough to flash her bouncing unfettered tits at him and ran off laughing.

“That’s a dirty trick” he called after her and quickly got back to his feet, but she managed to show him a clean pair of heels all the way over the ridge, and he only caught her then because she stopped.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Pippa said, “Shame you couldn’t keep up”.

“You fail to appreciate how difficult it is to run with a hard on” he pointed out.

“You have a hard on?” she asked smiling “give us a look”.

“You do realise that, like a samurai, if I draw my sword, I have to use it?” he responded

“Ok” she said and stood biting her lip as he dropped his pants and shorts.

Pippa studied his erection intently for a few moments and then said.

“No, I’ve changed my mind”.

“Bloody cheek” he exclaimed, as she turned on her heels and ran deeper into the woods giggling like a schoolgirl.

Dropping the backpack and kicking away his pants and shorts Harry sprinted after her and caught her before she got thirty yards, and she screamed as he grabbed her by the waist.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said.

“I thought you couldn’t run fast with a stiffy,” she said.

“I can run like a gazelle when it’s unrestricted,” he said as he tugged her shorts and knickers down, exposing her gorgeous buttocks and her moist pink pussy between them and then moved his hands up under her T-shirt and cupped her firm round tits as his cock plunged into her wetness and she exclaimed a delicious moan of pleasure.

Harry withdrew and repeated the action and elicited another moan before withdrawing again but this time as he began his penetration, Pippa annoyingly scrambled away he reached out to grab her and got a good hold of her shorts, but she continued to wriggle away, and he was left holding her empty shorts.

Once free of his clutches she scrambled to her feet with her knickers around her knees, standing beside an impressive oak she quickly removed her drawers and bent down to retrieve them.

Pippa leant against the tree and chuckled dirtily as she wiped her moist lips with the pink panties and then threw them in his face.

He picked them up and held them to his nose and watched her giggling by the tree.

“You dirty girl” he said and sprung towards her.

Pippa screamed and bolted as he pulled his top off over his head.   

When he ran past the oak, he found her kneeling naked on the forest floor.

As Harry walked towards her Pippa was licking her lips in anticipation as he approached, then as he knelt on the floor as well, she turned her back on him, he thought for a moment she was going to make him chase her again but instead she bent over and offered her open pink petals to him and said.

“Ok Samurai, time to use your sword”.

Always willing to oblige he tucked in behind her and slipped comfortably inside her hot cunny and Pippa moaned whorishly beneath the forest canopy with each penetration.

It was not a long-drawn-out coupling as both of them were at a heightened state of arousal due to their adventurous foreplay so in record time for them, they grunted and moaned their way to a satisfying climax and collapsed in a sweaty heap.

Afterwards they had to walk naked between the trees collecting their discarded clothes along the way.

That wasn’t the end of their arboreal sexploits for the day, as an encore to their earlier performance they had a much more methodical act of passionate expression and mutual satisfaction, when after pleasuring each other orally he speared her against the oak tree.