This story was automatically created with AI assistance. All characters are adults. 18+.
The mountain hut lay isolated in the Allgäu Alps, surrounded by dense forests and rugged cliffs. It was a place where one could easily get lost, but also find oneself again. I, a concert promoter and organizer of cultural events, had come here to recover from the strains of the past year. The silence and beauty of nature were meant to help me sort my thoughts and calm my soul. But as I looked out the window on the evening of the second day, I saw her. The singer who had stolen my heart many years ago stood on the other side of the valley, her face illuminated by the setting sun. I watched her secretly as she wandered through the woods, and my cock began to stir just at the sight of her long legs, clad in tight jeans, and her full breasts gently bouncing under a thin T-shirt.
I watched her through the window as she bent down to pick something up – her tight jeans stretched over her round ass, and I imagined what it would be like to take her from behind, my hands on her hips as I thrust into her. My cock grew hard as I followed her movements, the way she moved, the way she tossed her hair back. I was like a horny voyeur feasting on the sight of her, unable to look away. I imagined her undressing, her tits coming free, heavy and full, and her sitting on my face, her wet cunt on my mouth.
The next day I saw her again, this time near the hut. She approached me, a smile on her face, and I felt my heart beat faster. We talked about old times, but my mind was elsewhere. I stared at her mouth as she spoke, imagining those lips around my cock. We sat down on a bench, and I moved closer, my hand resting on her knee. “Do you miss me?” I asked softly, and she nodded, her eyes growing moist.
“I never stopped thinking about you,” she whispered, and her hand slid onto my thigh. I felt the heat of her fingers through the fabric of my pants, and my cock twitched. “Tell me more,” I said hoarsely, “tell me what you imagined.” She leaned in, her breath brushing my ear. “I imagined you taking me, hard and fast, bending me over the table and shoving your cock up my ass.”
I pulled her to me, my mouth finding her neck while my hand slid under her T-shirt. Her skin was warm and soft, and I felt her nipples harden under my fingers. “You horny thing,” I panted, “you’ve kept me hard all these years.” I pulled her T-shirt up and my fingers found her bare breasts. She moaned softly as I twisted her nipples, and her head fell back. “Yes, just like that,” she gasped, “touch me, rip my clothes off.”
I stood up, pulled her up, and pressed her against the wall of the hut. My hands tore at her jeans, buttons flew, and the zipper opened with a scratch. I pulled the pants over her hips, and she stood before me in a tiny red thong that was already darkening. “You’re already so wet,” I noted as my fingers stroked over the fabric. She trembled as I pushed the thong aside and dipped my fingers into her wet slit. Her cunt was hot and slippery, and I felt it clench around my fingers as I entered her.
“I want your cock,” she whimpered, her hands grabbing at my belt. I let her, watching as she unbuttoned my pants and freed my hard, throbbing cock. She dropped to her knees, her lips parted, and I felt her tongue on the tip of my dick. A shiver ran down my spine as she took my cock into her mouth, deep and greedy. Her head moved up and down, her lips tight around me, while her tongue licked along the sensitive underside.
“You’re so good at this,” I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair and guiding her rhythm. She took me deeper until I felt her throat, and I heard her gag, but she didn’t stop. Her saliva ran down my cock, and the sounds of her sucking filled the silence. I felt myself close to climax, but I wanted her first, I wanted to fuck her until she screamed.
I pulled her up, turned her around, and bent her over the table. Her hands braced against the rough wood, and I pushed her thong aside. Her cunt was wet and open, the labia glistening with moisture. I aimed my cock at her opening and entered slowly, inch by inch, until I was fully inside her. She cried out, a shrill, horny sound that echoed through the forest. “Fuck me,” she gasped, “fuck me hard, like you used to.”
I began to thrust, hard and fast, my hands gripping her hips while her ass slapped against my thighs. Each thrust pushed her forward, and I felt her cunt clench around my cock like a wet, hot vise. “Yes, just like that,” I groaned, “you feel so fucking good.” I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and whispered in her ear: “I want you to come, I want to feel your juice on my cock.”
She began to tremble, her legs giving way, but I held her tight, ramming my cock deeper into her. Her screams turned into a high, sustained whimper as the orgasm washed over her. I felt her muscles contract around me, a wild, rhythmic spasm that pushed me over the edge. With one last, deep thrust, I came inside her, my sperm shooting into her, hot and plentiful, as I pressed against her ass. We stood there, panting, sweaty, our bodies trembling with exertion and lust.
But it wasn’t enough. I turned her around, lifted her onto the table, and spread her legs apart. Her cunt was red and swollen, my sperm dripping out. I leaned down and licked it up, my tongue diving into her, tasting the mix of her juice and my seed. She moaned as my tongue found her clit, and I sucked on it until she trembled again. “I want you again,” I panted, straightening up and pushing my half-hard cock back into her. This time I was slower, deeper, each thrust a torment and an ecstasy at once.
I put her legs over my
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