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Author’s Note: All characters in this story are 18 or over. Any resemblance to people (living or dead) is purely coincidental. I was inspired to write this after a (now-not-so-)recent camping trip. Finally returning to this after a lot of personal disruption in my life, including a divorce and a move... It's good to be back. As always, enjoy, and I hope you have as good a time reading this as I had writing it. This is Part 2 of a series. I originally planned three parts, but now I might add a quick interlude between parts 2 and 3 that's much shorter, since this one got a bit out of hand. Let's hope I don't have to get divorced again to wrap part 3 up, lol.

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I lay in my tent, barely breathing, trying to focus on the sounds of Torrence State Park's forest through the mesh walls. I had spent the better part of a day hiking around, communing with the gorgeous fall foliage and breathtaking scenery, but now I could hardly focus, completely entranced by what lay next to me..

To my right, a woman's sleeping form lay curled in a spare blanket I'd toted along. The reality of what had just happened was finally sinking in for me. We'd fucked, and it had been fucking incredible for me, and I didn't even know her name. I wish I could say that I felt guilt for the fact I'd been unable to hold back and had finished inside her, bare and unprotected, but nothing could be further from the truth. Instead, I could feel my cock stiffening again already as I thought back on the way I could feel her pussy clenching around me when she came at the last moment, her whole body welcoming me, begging me to lose control inside her. The glint of her eyes as we'd stared into each other's faces, climaxing at the same time, made it somehow feel even more unreal, even more forbidden. 

Somehow I could tell that right before she'd come, she'd realized I wasn't her boyfriend. And that was what pushed her over the edge. I felt my cock twitch, still sticky with our shared juices, and I couldn't help but picturing her tight, perfect cunt, dripping my seed into the lacy panties I'd watched her pull back on in the silence that followed our realization, our orgasms. 

Suddenly, I was struck by another thought. I knew nothing about this woman, and while she rode my cock she'd said something about letting me grab a condom. Was it possible that she wasn't on birth control at all? I couldn't help it as my cock twitched again, imagining her gorgeous form swelling as she carried our baby, tits heavy with milk... I was swept away in a momentary fantasy of a family, kissing her taught belly, touching her everywhere. 

But before I could even slip my hand into my waistband to begin to stroke my ramrod-straight cock, my visitor sighed in her sleep and moved softly and I was transported back to reality. It could never happen. No matter how it'd seemed in the moment, how incredible our physical connection had been, we didn't even know each other. Tomorrow she'd be sobbing to her boyfriend Claude, we'd have to figure out how to unwind this horrible knot that had sprung up from a drunken mistake and my own weakness and inability to force her off me. Plus, the very fact that she'd climbed onto my bare cock unprompted had to mean she must be on the pill, or had an IUD, or... something. 

I rolled onto my back, trying to ignore the soft breathing of my companion, and settled in to try to find my way to sleep. The consequences would have to wait until the morning.

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I awoke to sunlight peeking through the golden-leafed branches around my campsite. When I'd finally been able to get to sleep, I could tell I'd slept poorly, head foggy and full of half-remembered dreams. For a second I mistook the visitation as one of them, but as I began to sit up, the truth of the experience was immediately apparent. The space where my companion had slept was empty, but unmistakably held the shape of where she'd curled up under that spare blanket. The smell of sex still pervaded the tent, the acid of her pussy mixing with the bitter smell of the semen I knew I'd unloaded inside her. I suppressed a shudder of desire as my brain finally kicked into gear and began to put the new information together.

So, she'd left. I heaved a sigh but as I began to put on the day's clothes and tidy up the tent, I quickly decided that it should have been obvious that this is what would happen. The desire we'd both felt had been animal, electric, and yet totally impossible to act upon. She could probably weave a plausible enough tale to her boyfriend that would cover up our... meeting?, and we would both walk away none the poorer. It only drove home that my ridiculous fantasy about her condom comments was only that: a ridiculous, impossible fantasy, driven by nothing more than a fight I'd had with my ex, Julia, when I'd suggested that we start a family. It'd been on my mind, so I'd dreamed up all these clues that had felt like they indicated something. 

Ultimately, though, I couldn't think of anything to do but move on, and try to go with the flow. As I started my morning routine, devouring a pair of granola bars and piece of jerky, I struggled to pull my mind away from my mysterious crush, and onto the day before me. There were more trails I hadn't hiked yet, including one that led to a multi-tiered waterfall that was a notable attraction of the park. Maybe after breakfast, I could finally get my mind off my fantasies and strike out on another adventure. The hike was long and would probably take the better part of the day, but I was in good shape. Years of running meant even the longest trails at this park would be no trouble. A spontaneous hike was just what I needed, even after a poor night's sleep. I'd come to this park to find myself, to feel peaceful and centered, and instead I felt muddled up inside and anxious.

I walked to the bathrooms to brush my teeth before I hit the trails. Opening the door, I heard the showers running in the back, as well as the sound of voices. It seemed two of the party-animal men from the neighboring campsite were having a conversation while they freshened up, hollering loud enough to be heard across the stall walls and the hiss of water. I squeezed a dollop of toothpaste onto my brush.

"... on a hike? I thought we were just gonna go throw a line in the water while Mary-Kate and Sarah shake their asses for me," one of the men chortled, as I couldn't help but listen in.

"I know dude. She's always doing shit like this. I've never been with such an unpredictable bitch. And leaving me all alone to fourth-wheel with you and your fucking harem, dude. And of course Sarah's gonna skip right to teasing me the second my girlfriend's back is turned. And I came to this weekend ready for some dirty shit, you know? I thought for sure she'd want to wake me up with something special. But instead I just wake up to her strapping on her boots and getting right out of the tent." The second voice summoned up a vision of a football crashing through the underbrush. This particular douche must be Claude. Well, that was a good sign. It seemed my nighttime visitor had made it back to camp without her boyfriend even realizing that she'd been away. I couldn't decide if her running off on a hike was a good sign or a bad one. At least it was one less variable to worry about.

Their locker-room talk moved on, and I snuck out of the bathroom with my routine complete. It was time to move on and stop lurking around. The weather seemed to be shaping up to be beautiful once again, with the sun illuminating the forest floor between the blazing leaves and not a cloud in the sky. The walk to the trailhead for the longer hike was quick and easy, and I was soon on my way.

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There was only one car parked at the small parking lot for the Alder Trail, a gold cadillac I didn't recognize. The hike was a loop, so I had my choice of two different routes from the parking lot. Without hesitation, I marched towards the nearest one. No sense in stressing. A few slow gusts of wind rattled the dry leaves as I began to wend my way through the forest, under fallen trees and over stones that bore the marks of decades of footfalls.

I couldn't help but feel a spark of hope in the back of my mind that no amount of rational thinking could put out. She hadn't immediately told her (admittedly douchey) boyfriend, and she was out hiking now. Every time the wind blew, my delusional brain screamed that I'd caught a whiff of the deliciously horny scent that had been my only proof of her existence this morning. No matter what I did, I couldn't help but wondering if she had walked this very trail. This obsession, the animal need I felt for her... It was a hell of a drug. I kept thinking back to the feeling of her beautiful, perky tits in my hands last night, while she had ridden me.

Snapping back to reality, I tried to focus. I was here for the natural beauty, to get over my ex, not to crush on a rebound fuck so hard that I couldn't think of anything else. Wispy clouds puffed past in the sky as I worked my way forwards, and I pushed the pace, working up a sweat despite the cool fall breeze. My calves burned as I ascended along the burbling creek that must somehow transform into the purported waterfall at the furthest reaches of the hike. Anything to keep my mind off last night.

As the hike got tougher and tougher, I couldn't help but keep catching hints of movement in the underbrush. A pair of amorous squirrels dashed along a fallen log, tackling each other and chittering rapidly at one point, and I caught myself thinking about the future. I wanted that mix, playful and entranced, obsession balanced with the casual chaos of the forest. Julia had never been right for me, I thought to myself. If I was being honest, towards the end it had almost felt mechanical, as though I was just going through the motions of a relationship, doing what felt like the "right" thing to do, but chafing under the surface.

The trail dipped into a valley, then seemed to head up even more steeply than anywhere else along the way. My legs burned from the pace I'd kept, nearly a jog at times, when I began to crest the rise and froze.

In front of me, the path fell away to a wide valley with massive limestone outcroppings that seemed poised to topple over. A brook spilled down them like liquid diamond, dashing itself again and again on each layer of the rocks, til it finally collected in a beautiful, emerald basin down below. The vista took my breath away, but what made me freeze was the figure I spotted on the path just ahead of me.

It was her.

She was facing the same way as me and seemed not to have noticed my presence yet, so I couldn't resist the urge to look her up and down once again. Her gorgeous auburn hair was secured in a messy bun, and today she'd donned a cable-knit sweater that bunched up above her pert ass. On the bottom, she wore a short, pleated skirt that showed off her elegant, curving legs in a way that had my cock stiffening before I'd even made the choice to ogle her. My heart immediately slammed into overdrive and I pictured the way the sweater would drape over those perfect, perky C-cup tits. Everything seemed to slow down as my wheels spun and my cock stiffened, trying to figure out what to do, how to react.

However, as I stood there motionless, the option to do anything first disappeared as she turned around. As her eyes met mine, I saw them widen almost imperceptibly, a sure sign of recognition. Her eyebrow quirked up on one side and a sly grin crept across her beautiful face. "Well hello.. I guess we've both surprised each other, now."

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There was a split-log bench a few meters further down the path and as I stammered something nonsensical about not meaning to interrupt her hike, she laughed and led me to sit down on it. She looked away towards the burbling waterfall, and everything I'd been saying died on my lips. She had a delicate nose and cute, pouty lips that seemed to perfectly complement her auburn hair, and together with the beautiful fall vista, I was nearly overwhelmed with an urge to just reach out and kiss her. 

Instead, I quieted and glanced away from her, unsure where this was going. She seemed distracted too, glancing up and down my lithe frame, from my tousled brown hair to my worn-out hiking boots. For a minute we sat in silence, each of us not sure exactly what to say.

Finally, she broke the awkward silence. "So, I know last night was a lot. And I don't pretend to know how you feel about it. I..." She swallowed, bit her lip (rather fetchingly), and continued, "If you're upset about anything that happened, I don't blame you. I was practically on top of you... god. I don't know how to do any of this." 

I was in shock. She glanced over at me as I involuntarily let a little nervous laugh escape my lips, as I turned to her. "If I was upset? You're the one who should be upset. I don't know if you noticed, but I am not Claude, who I assume must be your... boyfriend?" She nodded cautiously as I went on, "But me, upset? I thought... I don't know. I wasn't upset at all. If it's not too much to say, I thought it was, well. Fucking incredible, not to put too fine a point on it."

I saw her lips tighten as she processed the information, looking down at her lap, while I glanced out over the burbling waterfall. We sat like that for a minute, just listening to the gurgling spring trickle over the granite boulders.

Finally, I looked back at her, and offered my hand to shake. "Look, is there any way we could, say, start over? I'm Victor. And I think you're gorgeous and maybe we could pretend like this was something normal, just two hikers meeting for the first time on the trail."

She looked up and caught my eye and laughed a little, taking my hand to shake. "Emma. And what a coincidence to meet somebody so early on this fine fall weekend," she played along, a hint of mirth in her brown eyes. "It's good to... meet you for real."

I smiled at her. "Exactly. Good to meet you for real." Introductions made, we quickly found a conversational rhythm. I told her about my boring professional job and how this trip was supposed to be a centering myself thing after my relationship fell apart, and she told me about her apartment over a little french restaurant and her own relationship doubts with Claude.

"He's just... well, I'm sure you could tell from some of the stuff I said last night," she giggled, blushing. "We never really connected in the way I wanted. He's completely terrified of any commitment and anytime I want to do anything with him, I have to practically drag him around if it's anything to do with my friends. And yet he expects me to act like some obedient armcandy as soon as it's his friends planning something. But honestly, the worst part is that it feels like he's just so stuck. Like he's completely inflexible. He's got no sense of adventure."

I nodded soberly. "Now that, I can absolutely relate to."

The conversation continued like that for a while, chatting about our lives, but before long the pauses started to get longer between sentences, and it wasn't long before I realized why. I could feel it in the topics we each brought up, circling the topic like planets spinning around the sun. Finally, in one of the pauses, she sighed. "Look, Victor. I like you, I really do. I like you a lot. But... I don't think this is working. We can't just ignore what happened. Or at least... I don't think I want to. I think you felt it too, last night, right before I," she swallowed and looked down shyly, "right before I came for you. So can we quit pretending and--"

Before she could even finish the sentence, I reached for her chin and pulled her adorable lips to mine, and then we were kissing. Our tongues danced off each other, hands grasping for each other hungrily while we gave in to the sparking energy between us. It was electrifying to be with her on that bench, every inhale a lightning bolt that lit up every nerve ending in pleasure. My hands roamed over her legs, tracing slow curls up her inner thighs, and she let out a moan of longing as I let each touch skim further and further towards her core. My cock hardened with anticipation as I couldn't help but picture her wetness and the possibility of touching her there once again. She moved with me, our legs pressing as she tried to nestle towards me on the bench, craving every touch, seemingly swept up in the tsunami of pleasure same as I was.

A murmured assent and another moan of pleasure, and I was slipping my hands beneath her  loose sweater, playing with her perfect breasts while we tasted one another. She wore nothing beneath the sweater, just the traces of sweat from the hike, and I felt my cock somehow swell even further, straining against the fabric of my boxer briefs. With one hand teasing around her areolas, I pushed a hand up her skirt, deliberately leaving it over her smooth, satin panties. She gasped as I let my fingers tease her there, and I felt her hips shift, trying to press for more. We kissed recklessly, roughly, urgently, with that perfect desperation that only comes from hunger for each other. I felt a telltale damp spot in the fabric I touched, tracing circles around her most sensitive places, letting her shudder and moan with anticipation.

Finally, we surfaced together, and I withdrew my hand. Each of our breaths seemed shaky and desperate. The silence was no longer awkward but instead seemed charged with something more, as she looked up at me with something that seemed to be coyness mixed with wonder. I understood, though, my heart still beating like a thunderous drum in my chest. Last night was no fluke. Deep down, I'd wondered if the energy I'd felt then had been just the forbidden fruit of her misunderstanding, a surprise encounter; instead, it now felt like last night's drunken fumblings had been subdued, groggy acts. This was the real thing, and as we caught our breath, it was obvious she felt the same thing. The explosive desire was controlling us, carrying us along like boats in a rapids.

Emma glanced up and down the track, and suddenly I was struck by how exposed we were here. Any hiker could conceivably stumble upon us here, and we'd been making out a moment ago like desperate high-school lovers. Yet instead of concern, I felt something deep inside me tingle, almost hoping that someone would happen along, if only to prove that this was really happening. 

"Wow." She grinned mischievously. "I really hope you feel that too. That is exactly what I meant when I said I wanted to stop pretending. Is it crazy to say that like, I don't think I've ever experienced... anything quite like that before."

I shook my head. "Me neither."

"I think when we get back to camp, I need to have a conversation with Claude. It's not working out," she said with a little laugh, "and he never got even close to making me cum without even getting in my panties. You've got fucking magic fingers."

I smiled, a blush heating my cheeks as well. "Are you saying we should head back?"

"Well, we could head back, I suppose. Or... We could not," she said, glancing up and down the path, a smirk playing along her lips. "There's something I've been thinking about trying ever since last night, if you're ok staying a bit longer."

My cock throbbed, but I couldn't help but look down the winding path again. "I am, but. What if someone comes along?"

She laughed lightly. "They won't, and besides. What if I like that?" Her eyes glittered and she kissed me languorously.

Leaning in towards me, she reached down and began undoing the button and zipper on my shorts as she murmured, "If someone comes past and sees me sucking your cock, what would even happen? Is it so wrong to want to be seen taking you in my mouth, pleasing you, being a good girl for you?" She clasped my hard shaft, running a thumb around in slow circles on the damp spot my precum had marked at my very tip. I twitched with every word, letting loose a low moan of my own as she toyed with my cock in her hand. 

"No, I think you want it just as bad as I do, daddy," she teased, slipping her hand into the obliging waistband of my underwear. "I bet when I start sucking you off right here, if someone comes by, I bet instead of being ashamed you'd lose control and cum in your good little girl's mouth." Her lips were brushing my ear as she said this, fingers now toying with my sticky precum and running it along the length of my shaft as she jerked me off. "I bet you'd twitch and I'd see your eyes rolling back in your head while you finished. I'd gag and choke on your sloppy cum, filling my mouth up, your nasty little baby making you explode all over her soft little tongue. I bet you'd love that, to make whoever walks past witness me being your dirty little girl, mouth dripping with proof that she's yours."

With that, she pulled my waistband down, and ran her tongue over my tip, tasting me. Spit dripped from her lips as she dove down and let me slide all the way into her mouth, bending over me as my hands tangled in her hair. She bobbed up and down and the sensation exploded through my body, nearly pushing me over the edge from the very first stroke. Her tongue was magic, swirling around my tip while she sucked, taking my full seven inches all the way down her little throat. I moved beneath the assault, groaning and thrusting, breath coming in ragged gasps as she overwhelmed my senses with pleasure. I felt my balls tensing, an orgasm building from deep down inside me, desperate to do just what she'd described, when she suddenly paused, just before I hit the point of no return.

"I can feel that you're close, baby, but no matter how bad you want it, you can't do that," she said with a pouty affect.

I groaned with frustration, but immediately began to run my hands back up her legs towards her softness, which she welcomed. She shifted to sit so one of my legs was up on the bench with her nestled between my legs, letting my wet, hard cock slip beneath her sweater so I rubbed against her back while I slipped my hands back between her legs, this time pulling her panties aside, finding her sopping wet slit to tease. 

Despite my continuation, though, a shot of fear and doubt tore through me as she'd paused. This was exactly the sort of thing that had characterized my past relationships; Julie had always acted like she was into more than she'd actually been ready for. This felt nothing like that, but I couldn't understand why she'd stopped me, why she'd tell me no when it was so clear that I wanted her. 

As she began to moan with pleasure beneath my fingers, I leaned down to her ear to tease her the same way she'd played with me. "Oh, is my poor little babygirl too shy to let me fill your perfect little mouth with my cum? You don't want to be caught with my seed in you there, let them watch you swallow my load and know how naughty you've been?"

She squirmed under my fingers, moaning, pushing for more against me. I increased the pressure of my fingertips from a teasing lightness to a more intense touch, toying with her clit, and she gasped. "Victor, oh my god, I'm cumming for you baby," she said, pressing her head to my chest as I continued to play with her. 

As her spasms calmed, I shifted from behind her to pull her underwear off, exposing her beautiful center to the air for all to see. I glanced quickly down the trail--still deserted--and then dived in, pressing my tongue to her. She tasted delicious, her pussy tangy and intoxicating, the perfect combination of musk and lightness. I teased around her lips and slowly inserted a finger into her while I began to lick her clit, first teasing then more intent. My efforts yielded ever more moans and gasps, and I curled the finger inside her to firmly press inside her, as well.

The pleasure was clearly building as I played with her, but as she began to moan more insistently, I lifted my head to glance back at her. "Should I tease you too, baby? If I'm not allowed to fill your perfect little mouth, maybe I shouldn't let you cum on my tongue, either."

She moaned with frustration, grasping my head and pulling me back down to taste her again. I couldn't resist and switched from a narrow stroke with my tongue to a larger, heavier stroke, and she gasped as she tried to respond. "Baby it's not that I don't want my mouth full of you, of course you can have my mouth if that's what you want," she said, glancing down as another shake wracked her body, on the verge of orgasm. As my strokes got more intense, I reached up and toyed with her nipple, and she let out a quiet yelp as she came. It seemed to overtake her whole body and she murmured "Fuck!" under her breath as she shook.

When she had finished, I slowed my pace and pulled back. "What do you mean, if I want? Of course I want that, Emma." 

"Are you sure?" She yanked her clothes off, tossing them to the ground behind a large, nearby boulder, and I quickly followed her lead. She leaned seductively against the stone and i quickly darted off the path to join her, leaning over her. Her naked form was even more stunning than I'd comprehended, her perky C-cup tits perfectly complimenting her curvy hips and tight ass. "Cause what I've been thinking about is you inside me again, Victor. I need your cock so fucking bad."

I ran my hands down her, cupping her ass to lift her, press her against the stone, when suddenly a final wave of fear passed through me. "Fuck. I just realized, I don't have any protection. Are you..."

She looked down at my thick, bare cock, and shook her head. "I'm not on anything... so you really shouldn't finish inside me. But is there any way you could... take me now, a little at least?" 

A thrill shot up through me suddenly, realizing what that meant. Somehow, she'd let me finish inside her already, bare and unprotected, last night.

Before I could think much more about that, though, I was nodding, a promise already escaping my lips. "That makes sense. I'll make sure to pull out, I need you so fucking bad," I murmured. A final doubt flicked across my mind and I glanced down at a building bead of precum that collected at the tip of my steely shaft. "We don't have to do this. I don't want to make you worried if you're not..."

She bit her lip as she eyed me worriedly. "I mean... I am worried, but I just... Victor, this is so fucking good," she whispered. "I can't stop with just this. I need you in me. Just be sure not to finish inside me. Warn me if you get too close."

"Of course," I promised, my lips nearly brushing her ear as I lifted her.

My cock slid into her soaked pussy, the tightness enveloping me and nearly pushing me over the edge already, forcing me to pause as I bottomed out inside her. She moaned against my neck, and I held her, still pressed up against the massive boulder, just out of sight of the trail. A second, forbidden surge of pleasure rocked through me like a tidal wave as I pictured the bubble of precum I'd just smeared all the way through this beautiful woman's fertile pussy.

"You feel so fucking good like this, Emma," I said, slowly beginning to move inside her, as I struggled to regain control. She was so tight, so warm, and she felt so good as I ground slow circles with my cock pressed all the way inside of her, our pubic bones pressed all the way up against each other. I ground against her clit as I began to move again and she cursed under her breath.

"Fuck yes, Victor," she moaned, shuddering with every motion of our hips. I held her beautiful ass tight, keeping the pressure of our bodies combined as I built up speed and intensity, our hips crashing together as I lifted her and fucked her against the boulder. Our lips touched and we were suddenly devouring each other, making love for the first time knowingly, my cock inside her and our rhythms matching up perfectly. Her tongue danced on my lips as the pleasure of our passion built. 

She wrapped her legs around me and I cautiously let go with one hand while using the other to steady her. I desperately wanted to feel her cumming on my cock again, and I was already worrying about how long I could last like this. Her bare skin against my throbbing cock was so incredible, sending shudders of pleasure up my entire frame, and every few strokes I could feel my balls tighten with another twitch; I tried not to focus on the thoughts of the precum that meant I was already depositing within Emma's perfect, tight pussy, for fear of pushing myself over the edge. Instead, I brought my agile fingers between us and began to circle her clit, timing my motions with each thrust.

It took four, deep, powerful strokes to bring her to orgasm once again for me. It felt like her entire body was shaking, her legs clenching around me while I felt her incredible pussy milk me once again, as though begging me to let loose the torrent of seed I could feel building in my balls inside of her--exactly what she'd told me I shouldn't do. Through some herculean effort, I managed to maintain my composure, though her erotic gasps as she finished under my finger drove me to distraction. I was forced to pause my thrusts as she finished cumming to keep myself under control.

"Victor..." she whispered, as though trying the name on for the first time. Her beautiful brown eyes gazed up at me, her pussy still dripping its juices down my penetrating shaft.

"Are you still good to keep going?" I asked. Her expression of dreamy, post-coital bliss seemed to snap back to reality, and she loosed her legs from around my hips.

As I caught her and lifted her from my cock, she nodded vigorously. "Oh my god, yes. I want you every single way. Would you bend me over?" She smirked at me and turned around, wiggling that perfect ass at me and leaning over, hands pressed to the boulder. "That was so fucking incredible. Doggy is one of my favorite positions, though, and I want you to pound me, baby."

I grinned, savoring the scene of this beautiful, completely naked woman shaking her ass, demanding that I take her from behind against a rock in the woods. "You're a fucking dream, Emma," I said, sliding my cock back into her soaking pussy. Her ass nestled against my hips like two puzzle pieces clicking together.

She giggled, then made a sexy little "Eep!" noise as I took control, grabbing her hips and beginning to thrust. I fucked her hard, animalistically, my cock overwhelmed with the sensation of her that seemed to be everywhere at once.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she groaned as I took her. "I can take it. I'm yours, Victor." 

She bent her head back to glance at me, and I shifted to lean towards her, her back pressed against my chest. My thrusts stayed deeper inside her and as her moans increased I played with her perky tits with one hand and her clit with my other. It felt like every part of us was glued together.

While I gyrated my hips, she turned her head to look back at me again, pressed hard inside her as she accepted my cock. With a little smirk and a sigh, she said "You feel so fucking good inside me bare, Victor. You know, I'm actually glad you didn't have any condoms. Even if you've gotta pull out before you finish, isn't it worth it to feel how good this is?"

I nodded my agreement before shifting back to a more relaxed position, her ass slapping against my body as she gasped. "Maybe I should have warned you that I can't say no to that," I said, trying to keep my voice down. "When you got on me last night with nothing between us, I could have tried to stop you, but I didn't want to. Your pussy is perfect just like this Emma."

"There's something so fucking sexy about thinking about you inside me like this," she said between whimpers. "I think I'm the one who should have warned you. I'm honestly kind of obsessed with getting fucked this way, the risk of it. My... Claude, he was never interested in this." A note of something--fear, maybe?--crept into her voice. "I know I can't let you finish inside me, but I can't stop thinking about how it feels... How last night you let me keep fucking you. I was on this hike today and I could still feel your cum inside me. And now that you're here, taking me again, I can't stop thinking about the precum you're already leaking inside me. How bad I'm being, how I shouldn't be using you like this just because I want it. How dangerous this is, how I could get pregnant."

A shudder surged through her body, shaking her from her shapely legs to her shoulder blades, and she moaned with pleasure as my fingering paid off and she came again, pulsating around my rock-hard cock. Again, the urge to let go almost swept me up, but she had told me not to cum inside her, and somehow I was able to hold back once again, throbbing cock jerking and spasming as I tried to calm myself. She paused and pulled off me, turning around to gesture me towards her again, our bodies facing each other once again, her back against the boulder.

As I picked her up to oblige her and slid my sensitive cock right back into her, thought, we suddenly both froze, attention suddenly stolen from our tryst. From the trail beyond the boulder, there were the unmistakable sounds of a pair of faraway voices.

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The stillness we'd fallen into somehow managed to buzz with tension. My heart thumped in my chest like a bass drum, and my eyes flew to our clothes (piled safely out of sight of the trail, luckily). Another panicked glance confirmed what I'd hoped--the side of the boulder we were on was obscured, if only barely, from the path. With a heavy heart, though, I reached down to begin lifting Emma's beautiful body off of me, but she grabbed my hand, legs wrapping around me to hold me there, and raised a finger to her mouth, signaling for quiet.

My thumping heart redoubled its efforts. The voices began to get louder on the trail, but Emma only smiled slyly and reached around my neck, kissing me, drawing me closer with my cock still buried deep inside her.

Our kiss broke and she whispered, "C'mon, Victor, I promise I can be quiet if you can... they'll never know. And I need you so bad."

Slowly, gently, I followed her urging, beginning to move inside her even as the hikers approached. If our previous lovemaking had felt intense, this was on another level. Every motion I made inside her softness seemed to ignite a tingle of pleasure that threatened to send me over the edge, and panic began to build in my throat that I wouldn't be able to hold back. Then a second fear struck me--I had no idea how to tell Emma how close I was getting while remaining quiet, and she had her legs wrapped around me, holding me tight inside her like a vise. She could easily push me over the edge and I'd ruin everything by exploding inside her again. As soon as I'd even thought of this, of course, the possibility itself sent me spiraling. I was gasping in pleasure, struggling to remain quiet, and as the hikers finally passed our hiding spot, it felt like I had never been so close to coming without letting loose.

I tried to slow the pace of my thrusts further, ignore Emma's hard nipples pressed against my chest, anything to keep myself from that precipice that was orgasm. Leaning in to her as another thrust into her sent a shiver up my spine, I tried to warn her as softly as I could, "Emma, I'm getting too close, shouldn't I pull out?"

She didn't respond, instead just rocking her hips towards me, sending another spike of pleasure through my body and clearly through hers too. A tiny moan of pleasure snuck out of her scarlet lips.

The hiker's voice on the other side of the rock paused, and I distinctly heard someone say, "Did you hear that?" My heart dropped, and the terror of being discovered somehow merged with the pleasure Emma's tight pussy, my cock twitching, and I tried to still my thrusts to total silence.

Emma, however, had other ideas. She silently kept rolling her hips, forcing me to move. From the other side of the rock, I heard another voice say "It's probably just a squirrel or something. Let's get a move on," then footsteps crunched down the path again.

But the damage was done. I was on the verge of an orgasm bigger than I'd ever experienced before, the hikers were still well within hearing distance, and Emma's legs were still wrapped around me, holding me so I couldn't even pull out like she'd asked. Even the tiny thrusts I was resorted to were drawing me closer now. Desperate, I moved to try to pull out. 

However, the friction of my bare cock's swollen tip pulling out to her most sensitive spots as I struggled against her clutching legs triggered something in Emma. To this day, I wonder whether the hikers walking away down the path heard the primal moan that she couldn't help but loose in that forest glade, pressed up against the rock. My cock didn't quite escape her throbbing pussy, and she grabbed at me, pulling me all the way back into her. The way she looked up at me with her eyes wide sent a meaningful shudder down my cock, but I somehow held on.

Then she said it, voice barely higher than a whisper, full of desperation and pleasure: "Victor, cum inside me." 

I couldn't believe my ears.

"But you're not safe," I hissed, last rational thought trying to comprehend what she was saying, even as her pussy pulsed around my cock. "You could... we could get pregnant."

"I don't care," she moaned, our eyes locking, and I came.

I have no idea if the hikers were far enough away not to hear my animal grunts as the orgasm took me. I used Emma's body like a toy, thrusting and thrusting, my cum bursting inside her. Every time I thought of what it meant for her, for me, for us, another wave of my climax shook me and another spurt of semen filled Emma's pussy. Her legs locked around me, and my arms wrapped all around her, pressing her tits tight against my chest, her nipples tickling with every shuddering thrust as I filled her to the brim and then some. But still I wasn't done; I could feel our juices, my cum literally squirting out of her as my cock pushed into her as I gripped her rounded hips and pulled her so tightly against me. I rocked her back and forth, my twitching member still emptying, fucking more potent semen into her even as we both became sticky and coated with my cum. Finally, the surges of pleasure began to wane, and my cock pressed all the way to the back of her and my exhausted balls let loose one last spurt of cum deep inside her. I let my head fall back, my whole body feeling used up and exhausted.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me, my still-hard cock inside her now-full pussy, holding me tight as we both just breathed together. The voices of the hikers completely faded away, and I grinned, Emma and I safe in our secret. We looked towards each other at almost the same time, then kissed with the soft passion of spent lovers, savoring our merged bodies for a bit longer. We had all the time we needed. 

I couldn't help but wonder if even now, one of my thrashing sperm was striving its way deep inside of Emma. My earlier fantasies of her pregnant body danced back through my head, imagining her swelling with what we'd done, the fullness of her tits, the taste of her pussy. The thought made my dick twitch again, and Emma laughed, still wrapped around me, shivering at the sensation herself. "What're you thinking about?" she asked, as I lifted her off me and we began to pick up our clothes.

"You, pregnant," I said, simply.

She nodded, a slow grin creeping across her face. "We make one hell of a couple." She pecked me on the cheek and grinned impishly. "You're a dangerous man to have as a boyfriend, Victor."

I smiled and kissed her on the lips, and she reciprocated. "I was just thinking the same about you. And yet somehow, I can't wait to take you out for our first date."

We dressed lackadaisically, and as I put on my shirt, Emma bent down and flipped a stone that was half-buried in the dirt near where we'd made love. I watched as she dropped a small handful of satiny fabric onto the ground--her panties.

"I feel like we should leave something here, to mark the occasion," she said with a light laugh, tipping the stone to entomb the fabric, a monument to our passion. 

With a grin, she turned back to me. "Plus, it doesn't take long for me to be ready to go again."

I eyed the short hem of her pleated skirt, and watched a shining bead of my cum drip down the inside of her gorgeous bare legs. My fingers twitched in anticipation. It was going to be a long and fun walk back to camp.