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“R– Right over here, right?”  Belle asked with a strained smile as she made her way over with Bret and sat down on the throw blanket he put down.

Bret nodded, scanning his girlfriend’s body carefully with mild concern.  “Yeah, right here!”  He smiled brightly.

Her body ached and throbbed as the earthy fragrance of nature assaulted her senses and threatened her sanity.  Why am I getting so worked up?  It’s just a stupid picnic, reasoned Belle, reaching into her backpack as she pulled out some supplies.  Bret started to talk about how pleasant the weather had been, going on some tangent about how he had been tracking the weather carefully for months to find the perfect day for this trip.  “Yeah!  You’re really diligent!”  Belle laughed, feigning interest as the damp stickiness saturating her clothes grew hard to ignore.

“You okay, babe?”  Bret asked, sitting next to her as he put an arm around her waist.  He couldn't help but notice how sweaty and swollen she appeared.  Sure there was that thing about birth control she mentioned, but that couldn’t explain everything, could it?

“Y– Yeah!  That birth control thing has just been hell.  Getting outside for a while is the best thing for me right now,” responded Belle with a slight smile.  As Bret’s strong arm wrapped around her, a pulse of arousal shot through her body.  He’s so much larger than I am.  It’s so easy for him to hold me and give me attention.  Her thoughts wandered as her heart fluttered.  The intoxicating scent of greenery stirred some bizarre combination of hunger and arousal within her while strange, fragmented memories of feeling uncontrollably horny at some farm flowed through her mind.  She curled closer to Bret and placed a hand on his chest while resting her head on his shoulder.

Bret turned slightly red as Belle clung to his arm.  Did she smell better than usual today?  “We should probably eat, don’t you think?”

Belle felt quite hungry but had other priorities on her mind.  Being surrounded by the lovely smells of mother earth while having her big, strong boyfriend at her side was almost too much to bear.  Being out here felt quite natural.  “We have plenty of time.  It’s not like we have to m–,” she started to talk but stopped as her mind grew fuzzy.  “Have to m–mooove…”  Her last word stretched, a small part of her finding this lapse in speech odd.

“I guess that’s true…”  Bret responded quietly, finding Belle’s last sentence rather peculiar.  While holding Belle, he used his free hand to reach into his bag and pull out some off-brand vanilla nutrition drink.  “Well, I need some calories badly.  I’ll just drink this for now,” smiled Bret as he opened it and started to drink before slipping his arm around Belle and pulling her closer.

Belle turned bright red as Bret’s hand slid up her hip and rested on her waist.  He had such a musky, masculine scent.  She briefly thought about taking a few pictures of herself hiking and enjoying nature for social media but cast those thoughts aside when the throbbing need within her loins and breasts grew too potent to ignore.  No one else is around, right?  Maybe we could…  Belle’s mind wandered as another curious memory materialized.   She was on all fours, surrounded by fragrant grass just as she was now.  Belle recalled feeling incessantly horny, which once again reflected her current state.  There was something else, though, something big that was, unfortunately, missing from the present that existed at the time of that experience.  Her eyes darted downward, staring at the crotch of Bret’s pants.  While he wasn’t currently erect, she quickly noticed the shape of his well-endowed package beneath the denim.  With a sly grin, she pushed her fingers over his inner thigh.

Bret shivered, finally noticing just how frisky his girlfriend was.  “Hey–,” he stopped speaking upon meeting her wild, lust-filled gaze.  She looked ready to pin him down and rip his pants off.  Combined with the strange, smoky aroma wafting from Belle, he could not form a proper sentence.

“Wouldn’t it be fun?”  Belle asked with a sultry tone.  “Doing it right out here– surrounded by nature, wild.”  She then slipped her hand under Brett’s shirt, admiring the contrast of soft skin over hardened muscle.

“Babe, someone could come by at any moment,” responded Bret sheepishly as a spark of arousal shot through his pelvis.  As he took in her scent, his defenses weakened.

“Yeah, but who gives a shit?”  Belle retorted.  Her swollen ass and breasts desperately strained against their confinement, screaming to be released.  Fucking Bret would set her engorged assets free and satiate her mounting need for– well, a good mounting.  She dipped her hand through his waistband and into his boxers without wasting further time.  Nearly trembling, Belle let out a purr of delight as her fingers clasped Bret’s half-mast erection at the base, giving it a slight squeeze.

“O–ohhh, fuck…”  Bret moaned suddenly as his penis sprung to life.  “We– we shouldn’t…”  He half-heartedly protested her advances, wiping sweat from his brow.

“You’re right; we shouldn’t fight our urges,” teased Belle with a wild grin.  I’ll have to enjoy this insane libido of mine while it lasts.  She briefly mused, assuming all of this would wear off once the birth control entirely left her system.  “Oh, that can’t be comfortable.  There’s no room for this big guy to breathe,” cooed Belle as she pushed her fingers up and down his penis, strategically squeezing and applying pressure.  She knew exactly how to warm Bret up quickly and efficiently.  “Do you need some help, sweetheart?”  While framed as a question, he wasn’t getting a choice here.

“Y– Yes, I think I need some h—”  His words got cut off suddenly as Belle pressed her lips hard against his.

Belle opened her mouth, forcing her tongue in as the fires of passion consumed her sweat-dampened body.  “Let me help you then, okay?”  Belle asked after pulling away.  She pulled away from Bret before putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him onto his back.  “Just– just let me touch you right now, okay?”  She nearly begged, reaching down to unbutton his pants.  Bret’s body writhed and twitched beneath her touch was highly erotic; knowing she had this power over him thrilled her.  Great pride swelled within Belle as she felt his heart rate and breathing pick up the pace.  No one could work Bret’s body better than her.  She felt like the captain of a great ship.  Belle didn’t take long to pull his jeans away and toss them aside.  By this point, Bet’s turgid manhood broke through the opening in his boxes, springing forth to present itself to an elated Belle.

“Holy shit…”  Bret muttered, laying on his back while his penis twitched.  Belle was never this aggressive in bed.  Sure she would reciprocate sexually, but she mostly enjoyed being on the receiving end of affection.

I’ve never been this aggressive with Brett before; what’s going on?  Belle briefly thought to herself as she stared at the twitching shaft.   These thoughts were quickly replaced with ones more appropriate for her current situation.  I bet I could get him to milk me– play with my tits.  She corrected herself, brushing her fingertips over the length of Brett’s throbbing member while he trembled.  Belle was also heavily banking on the hope that Bret would bend her over and fuck her like an animal.  She generally found the idea of ‘doggy style’ unappealing until she had a drink or two in her; at which point, she was all for it.  She but couldn’t get that bizarre memory out of her head; was it a dream?  She wasn’t sure but did know she was fucked from behind in that scenario and couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Oooh…”  Her daydreaming immediately ceased when a bead of precum formed at the tip of Bret’s cock, glistening like fresh morning dew.  The musk emanating from Bret intensified, pushing an already horny Belle over the edge.  She gripped the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, causing his impressive pillar of masculinity to spring forth.  Belle leaned close and pressed her tongue over the tip, licking the sticky drop off.

“Oh, shit– Belle…”  Bret’s heart raced.  Getting a blowjob from Belle was like finding an albino buck out in the wild; not wholly impossible, but very rare and exciting for all parties involved.

As the throbbing need in Belle’s vulva and tits intensified, she opened her mouth and took in Bret’s manhood.  A spark of excitement surged through her as she used her free hand to squeeze and massage his testicles gently.  The grunts and jerking of Bret’s hips brought her immense joy; no one else in the world could make him feel this good.  She snaked her tongue around his cock, pumping her head up and down slowly as she sucked.  Did Bret always taste this good?  First, the aroma of fresh grass tormented her; now, it was her mate’s erect manhood.  The sweaty odor of his manhood hit her taste buds in a way she couldn’t quite describe.  She envisioned herself bent over in the grass, taking this massive rod repeatedly.  In her fantasy, Bret reached his hands around and pumped her breasts as they fucked.

Belle picked up her pace, moving her hand up from his testicles to the base of his penis.  She squeezed and pushed her hand up and down his impressive manhood while sucking and rolling her tongue with reckless abandon.

“I– I can’t– much longer…”  Bret moaned, vainly attempting to form a sentence.

Belle pulled back slightly, staring at the saliva-drenched length.  Instinct told her that Bret’s refractory period would be shorter than usual, and there was no way in hell she would stop until she got a taste of his seed.  “Shush and let me milk you.  I promise you will be returning the favor soon,” purred Belle, nearly growling as her sensitive body pulsed and screamed for release.  She latched onto her mate once more, continuing her assault as Bret’s euphoria peaked.

“Ahhhh!!!” Bret’s hips spasmed as he hit his climax.

Belle’s pupils dilated, a feeling of pure exhilaration coursing through her.  Yes, yes, yes…  Give me your milk.  She couldn’t get these thoughts of milking out of her brain, her nipples twitching and aching for any kind of reprieve.  As Brett moaned and cried out into the warm summer air, Belle eagerly accepted the hot spurts of sticky fluid as they coated her mouth and throat. She noted immediately how incredible the flavor was, salty yet faintly sweet.  It vaguely reminded her of soap, but not in a bad way.  Nothing about this combination of flavors should have appealed to Belle, but she could not fight back her primal urges.  Bell gave his testicles a slight squeeze while pumping her head faster.  She needed to milk him for every last drop; there was no way in hell she’d let him keep even an ounce for himself.

“B– Belle!  Fuck– yes…”  Bret moaned as sweat dripped from his well-chiseled body.  He felt his penis spasm as it shot repeated bursts of cum into Belle’s gluttonous mouth.  Four shots went by, then five and six.  His climax wouldn’t stop.

After another minute, Belle sadly noted the lack of further milk coming from her lover.  As his penis gradually shrunk, a feeling of anger and loss welled up inside of her.  No, come back.  I nee more– I need you to fuck me next, where are you going?  Belle lamented her predicament but quickly got over it.  He just needs a couple of minutes. I’ll get him up again soon.  She reasoned, finally pulling away from the now half-flaccid cock.  Belle gazed down at Bret, watching him breathe deeply with his eyes closed as he basked in the afterglow of fulfilling sexual release.  With a grin, she licked her lips clean and cuddled up to his side, nestling in, so Bret’s arm was around her.  Her swollen breasts pressed up against him as she did so.  “I’m not done with you yet…  I’ll do my best to be patient.”

“What on earth has gotten into you?”  Bret murmured, running his hand through her hair as he started to come down from his high.  “I don’t know if I’ll be ready in a minute, babe.  You really– umm…  Well, you were freakin’ incredible so that I might be tapped for a little while.”

A twinge of frustration surged through Belle, but she managed to repress it.  While she didn’t realize it, these raging pheromones would aid in her goal of being mercilessly fucked from behind.  “Don’t say that; just give yourself a minute or two, I promise,” insisted Belle as she leaned in and nipped Bret’s neck.  She then slid a hand under his shirt, touching his side before moving up to his chest.

“Oh– well, I guess we’ll see in a couple of minutes then,” responded Bret, wondering where Belle got her newfound nymphomania.  Being touched by her soft, feminine hands did feel pretty nice.

Belle smirked as arousal and throbbing need built within her hot, sticky sex.  Her breasts usually just barely broke into the C cup range, but she estimated them to be on the smaller D side.  Her ill-fitting clothes clenched her hefty melons, squeezing them uncomfortably and chafing against her nipples.  Similarly, her ass and moist crevice greedily sucked in the fabric of her panties.  Oh god, I need to get these off.  Hurry up, Brett.  She internally grumbled, kissing his neck again while gently caressing his masculine frame.  Belle tried to move closer to her boyfriend and let out a sudden squeal.  Straining sounds creaked from her pants as her soaking-wet panties rode up her swollen folds.  “Mmmph…”  She weakly groaned as her labia and crack enveloped the weary garment.

Bret grew incredibly aroused by some combination of being touched, Belle’s wonderful scent, and watching her make such lewd noises.  It didn’t take long for the adrenaline spike to hit, his cock rising from the grave.  He felt a mild sense of disbelief, looking down at his arousal.  It had only been two or three minutes since being sent to heaven by that blowjob.

Belle excitedly watched Bret’s better half-erect itself once more. “Fuck yes,” she purred as her body trembled.  The scent of greenery fueled her lust, her sex-crazed body drowning out any sense of reason.  “Please– take my clothes off right now…”  She begged, letting out a lewd mew as her clitoris throbbed and rubbed against the sticky cotton.  Much to her delight, Bret immediately obeyed, grabbing Belle and pulling her onto his lap, facing one another. She quivered and gasped as his strong hands grabbed the hem of her shirt and started to pull it off.  A distinct peeling sound filled the balmy, summer air as her top was thrown aside.  “Y– yes, take my bra off, please…  Look how much it’s hurting me,” insisted Belle.  In response, Bret unclasped her bra and pulled it off carefully.

“Ahhh…”  Belle breathed heavily as the cups pulled away from her engorged areolae.  Her wonderfully round tits burst forth, her nipples convulsing and sending sparks of pleasure and pain through her chest.  The sensation spread downward, causing her vulva to twitch and cry out for attention.

Bret stared in awe of his girlfriend’s swollen chest but quickly returned to reality.  She still needed more help.

Belle let out a gasp of anticipation as Bret adjusted her onto her back, laying her carefully.  His muscular fingers moved downward and stripped away Belle’s shorts, exposing her shapely thighs and rear.  Suddenly realizing her wedged panties were on full display, she blushed and tilted her head away.  Thankfully, the sight only seemed to excite Bret, who eagerly looped his fingers into her underwear and pulled them downward.  Belle pushed her hips upward to make it easier for him, her supple ass bouncing as it left the ground.  Once the fabric dislodged from her feminine crevice, Belle let out a moan while a shock of arousal coursed through her body. “Mmmmm…”  She let out lewd noises, feeling a surge of excitement as Bret ogled her nude form.  It seemed Bret lost his focus as he stared down at his mate with a look of stupefied arousal.

“Bret…”  Belle’s cheeks turned red in anticipation of what she had to tell him.  Why do I want this again?  She hesitated, repressing her instinctive urges.  Doggy style right now of all times? What am I doing?  A faint voice of reason called out to Belle, challenging her to question her current predicament.  Fucking outside, wanting to be milked and fondled while bent over on her knees was nonsensical to her.  “Bret, you– you have to stop.”  She stammered.  As she said that, a wave of fog rolled through her head.  The delectable scents assaulting her nostrils combined with her body’s hormonal needs and drowned those thoughts back out.  “You have to stop staring and fuck me already,” demanded Belle.  “Pin me down on my knees.  Bend me over and stick it right in my pussy from behind. Do you understand me?”  Her words were equal parts sultry and threatening.

Bret froze in place. The sun was still up and no one was drinking so why would she want this now? Could this also be hand waved as a birth control issue? “Belle, are you–”



“Bret!”  Belle yelled out, cutting him off.  She grabbed his impressive cock, giving it a gentle, stimulating squeeze.  “Just shut up and fuck me!  Bend me over and fuck me right now.  Are you really just satisfied with my hand and mouth?  FUCK me, Bret,” demanded Belle with a twinge of desperation.

To Belle’s delight, Bret eagerly relented, unable to resist his girlfriend’s demands and skillful dick pleasuring technique.  She quivered as Bret’s masculine hands took hold of her sensual, feminine frame.  After a few more seconds, Belle found herself on her knees while the muscular Bret firmly but gently adjusted her body.  From this angle, he had a clear shot of her engorged vulva.  He would be able to see how pink and moist it was as she felt a trickle of sticky lubricant seep out from her folds and drip down the back of her thigh.  This is humiliating; why am I doing this?  She briefly lamented her weakness as she pushed her hips and ass outward, arching her back as she presented herself.  A throbbing sensation built in her tail bone as she eagerly swayed her hips back and forth.  Wasn’t there supposed to be a different body part moving as well?  Whatever it was,  she had been swishing something in that dream or memory, right?  It didn’t matter; all Belle could do was count the seconds until they started.

She didn’t have to wait long.  Bret placed his left hand on Belle’s rear, giving it a firm rub before resting it on her hip.  Her whole body trembled as her breath rate picked up. “Y– Yes…”  She purred as a thin layer of perspiration dripped from her writhing form.   Suddenly, she felt something warm press through the outer folds of her labia, breaking past the first barrier.  “Oh my fucking god– yes, Bret… Mmmm… Ooooo….”  She couldn’t wait, moving her hips back as Bret pushed forward.  Her moans were joined by Bret, who couldn’t help but express his pleasure as Belle’s tight, wet muscles gripped and massaged his cock.  “You can go harder,” insisted Belle as faint orgasmic pulses started to ripple through her vaginal canal.   This feels wonderful, yes…  Wait, no…  This isn’t right– this isn’t…  She let out a sudden moan as Bret’s mighty pillar pushed to her cervix.  He felt so massive; it was as if her insides stretched to capacity and she wouldn’t want it any other way.  As Bret grunted and increased the pace of his thrusts, Belle moved her hips back to meet his advance.  “Ahhh!!!  Mmmm...  Mmm..oooo…”  She cried out as her tits swung back and forth underneath her.

The weight of Belle’s mammaries reminded her of something important.  “Bret, please…”  Her words came between labored breaths as her vagina continuously spasmed and tightened around her mate’s cock.  “Fondle my tits– pump them…  Pretend you’re milking me.”  Her words grew meek from embarrassment as she said them.  Such worries of humiliation dissipated after a brief time; her top priority was engaging in lusty, primal sex while surrounded by nature.

 “W– Whatever you want, babe,” Bret instantly responded.  He was too far gone to question any of Belle’s peculiar requests as he gladly steadied himself and reached around her back to find his prize.

“Yeessss!!!  YESSS!”  Belle blissfully squealed as Bret’s powerful yet gentle fingers began their work.  Nearly-painful electric jolts shot through her nipples as Bret pinched and rubbed them.  He then started to gently squeeze and pump her breasts while playing with her erect, pink nubs.  “Mmmmm!!!  Mmm…Ooooo!”  She pushed back to meet Bret as he rhythmically plunged into her body.  In Belle’s head, she imagined Bret’s cock getting impossibly large.  The image of his penis darkened, becoming less human as it pushed her pussy hole’s elasticity to new extremes.  Suddenly, nearly-orgasmic bursts of pleasure erupted from each nipple, sounding off in harmony with her vagina.  As Bret squeezed and stimulated Belle’s succulent melons, she realized something else seemed off through the miasma of uncontrollable lust.  Is something coming out of my tits?  What is that?  What… Oh god, that feels good.  Her mind was too far gone to ask questions.

If they weren’t so engrossed in their breeding session, they might have noticed footsteps approaching. “Hey!!!  What in God’s name are you two doing!?”  A gruff male voice angrily yelled out.

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