David Crane - Mom eyes the kids

Dan was wearing heavy, laced up hunting boots and Marion evidently was too impatient to get laid to bother to remove them in order to get his pants off. She left the trousers looped like a hobble around his ankles as she rose up, kissing his cock and balls in passing once again.

Now, his ankles bound by his pants, Dan felt even more that he was caught in a snare – but the wanton web, which she was weaving, was welcome now.

Marion stepped back and removed her flannel blouse, baring her tits and incidentally making her quarry's mouth water at the sight.

Then she opened her pants and dropped them. Unlike her would-be lover, Marion wore only Jodhpur boots and she kicked them off as she stepped from the pants.

Her naked body was magnificent.

Her cunt bush was as brilliant as the fall leaves, wide flaming vee on her lower belly and her swollen nipples seemed almost as red.

She was all ass and tits and womanly hips divided by a waist so narrow that Dan could just about have spanned it in his hands.

She nosed for him for a minute, turning slightly, letting him admire her ripe curves. Then she stepped up again and lewdly pressed her body to his. Her tit tips branded his chest in wide, flaring points and she brushed her flaming bush of a cunt mound on his cock.

Dan's hard-on felt as firm – and damned near as thick – as the tree trunk against which he was leaning, as if he had taken root, himself, the long erection running down his leg and mooring him to the earth.

He stood like a sex shrine, a living phallic symbol, as she played the fertility Goddess, groveling before him, touching and stroking and caressing.

Then the redhead rose up onto her tiptoes. She was a tall woman and when she extended herself fully, his cock dragged down her belly, through her flaming vee and the fat cock-knob slid into her crotch.

She held him by the shoulders and Dan supported her under her big, firm, heart-shaped ass, helping her rise atop his cock. Then she threw both legs up, hooking her knees around his flanks, clamping him between her thighs. She wriggled up as if she were shimmying up the tree behind him – to which he had become another limb, a separate trunk, an auxiliary bow.

Completely off the ground now, she clung to his torso and balanced on his huge cock, her ass gently swinging from side to side.

Her lips brushed his ear, tongue flickering out, breath warm and fragrant.

"My lover – my tree!" she whispered.

Your husband's employee, too, Dan thought – but knew it was not the sort of thing to say, in the romance of the moment, the heat of this pastoral encounter, the primitive passion of this bucolic mating.

She perched on his cockhead, gripping with her thighs, her weight surprisingly light in his cupped hands despite the formidable meat of well-packed ass and tits. She was keeping herself in perfect balance, limber and agile, no burden at all to the trembling man.

He braced his back against the hard bark of the tree and jerked his groin up, burrowing his cockhead into her sodden pussy. She gasped as he sank past the slit, his cock-knob broaching the adulterous area of her pussy.

Then the redhead began to slowly slide down, spiking her cunthole on his meaty shaft. The coupling was incredibly slow. His prick seemed to be growing up into her cunt, like some sapling beginning to sprout tall from the fertile acorns of his cum-bloated balls.

Her ass dropped in his cupped hands and she took all of his cock into her with a squeal of bliss.

Her knees were raised high as she gripped his flanks between her thighs and her ass hung down like a pair of pale melons in a basket.

Swinging from side to side, she held herself spiked down on his cockhilt, his balls like waterwings under her groin.

Arching her curvy, small-waisted body, she heaved her tits up into Dan's face. He began to switch from nipple to nipple, nursing and drooling, making them swell.

She reached down behind her ass and took his balls in her hand, gently fondling them, delighted at how full of cum they were. It felt like she had a handful of coconut, all solid and hairy.

She rolled her hips, widening her cunthole around on his buried prick. Her hand slipped into her crotch, fingers splayed out, feeling around the coupling. Juice gushed out onto his cumbags, turning the outside as creamy as the inside. In the cool autumn air, little wisps of steam were wafting out of her groin.

Her cunt was a sodden thing, but the inner rings were rippling nicely, making the fit pleasantly tight and snug despite all the slick lubrication.

Dan wondered if his boss was lucky to have such a passionate spouse – or unlucky to have such a blatantly promiscuous one? But this was hardly the time for such philosophical musings and it was but a passing thought.

Dan was eager to begin throwing the prick to her and get his rocks off, but he was hampered. Braced against the unyielding tree trunk, with her weight pinioning his prick and his ankles hobbled by his pants, he could not start any sort of humping motion at all.

He was snared firmly and at her mercy.

He lifted up on the cheeks of her ass, hauling her cunt up an inch or so, then let her drop back to the root. It wasn't the full stroking he wanted, but it was better than nothing. He repeated it, getting two inches of sliding friction as he heaved her up and let her slide back down.

That short stroking inspired the redhead and she began to pull herself up, helping him handle her weight. Her arms clung to his broad shoulders and her knees hooked around his hips and she went up and down on his cock like a monkey climbing a palm tree.

She drew her fuckslot up until only the head of his cock was in her, paused there like a flagpole sitter, then sank down and took it all again. The friction was hot and wet and his cock came out slippery, dark vein pulsing.

She jerked up fast and slammed down hard, then glided up with delicious slowness and settled back down inch by inch, changing the tempo and embellishing the sensations as she varied the pace. Dan could do nothing but hold his prick up firm and let her set the rhythm, helping as best he could by yanking up and down on her ass.

His huge cock went into her, came out glistening, vanished into that gooey, glorious cunt again. It levered like a metal crane as it took her weight. His cock sinew pulsed and the meat throbbed in her cuntsleeve, making her coo.

Her pussy was starting to melt and Dan could feel his cum load swirling around, getting set to erupt.

He pulled her up savagely and pounded her pussy back down on his prick. He was shaking like a tree in a hurricane as the inner vibrations of his lust rippled all though his body. She rode him like a wood nymph pleasuring herself on the limb of a phallic tree.

Then, looking past her cheek and shoulder, Dan saw a truly terrible thing.

Her husband stepped into the clearing from the other side and stopped dead in his tracks as he stared across at them, his eyes going wide and his jaws dropping open.

Oh, fuck – I'll loose my job for sure now, Dan thought. I'll have to be demoted to janitor, at least.

In his dismay, his mind lost its desire.

But his cock, that mindless and massive creature of pure instinct, stayed as stiff as a board and his balls continued to surge to a crest.

And then Dan saw that there were lots worse things than losing his job.

Gordon, his face contorted by fierce and unidentifiable emotions, raised his hunting rifle.

It was a bolt-action, high-powered gun and he lifted it to his shoulder and inclined his head, cheek to the stick, aiming through the telescopic sight.

Oh, no! Dan thought.

The weapon was aimed directly at Marion Gordon's groin – and Dan's cumbags just happened to be bulging in there, like the bull's eye of a target.