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Nature at its Best.

The sun is so bright it hurts my eyes, small tears trickle down the side of my face and are swallowed by the grass. Mmmm the grass, it smells so fresh, soft and tender as it slides between my outstretched fingers.

I'm getting pushed along slowly but surely by this Adonis on top of me. His cock is embedded within me as he ruts away like a stag on heat, forever forcing as much of his manhood between the lips of my very wet vagina. My legs are parted like the Red Sea to give him access whilst my panties swirl from my ankle on every push.

I love the feeling of being fucked even though I don't always cum, unlike all the partners I've had, they always seem to fill me up with their seed, panting and sweating then vanish as if never here in the first place, oh but they were and my leaking pussy says so!

"Argh, argh, argh, argh!"

And there we have it, another vagina full of semen. He kisses my cheek, slumps to one side and lays there grinning, another notch in his belt another set of soggy underwear for me on the way home.

I know I have a bad reputation but what can I say, I like cock! My friends all think I'm stupid to let every guy I meet shag me and maybe they're right, but it's better than being without anyone or knitting or cooking or well, most things my friends do, at least I'm happy which can't be said for them most of the time.

Anyway, I pull up my nickers to stop the inevitable stream of goo from running down my thighs, he pokes his cock back in his trousers and off we walk hand in hand to his car. We don't talk much on the way home, after all, the dirty deed has been done so there's no need to try and impress me anymore to get his end away. He drops me off. I go indoors and soak in a nice hot bath whilst still thinking of that lush grass and hot sun. I love nature!

I was always afraid of the unknown when I was younger, maybe it was because I was the youngest of four kids. I never had to do or ask for much, as my siblings used to do everything for me so I suppose I was spoilt. As I grew older I was curious as to what made people do the things that they did, good or bad. Obviously the inevitable question of "where do babies come from?" arose many a time but I never could understand the answer to my question. I did find out quite early on what gave me pleasure sexually and have never shied away from experimenting by myself or with another to further my education in that area.

My parents were useless to be honest and they parted company in my early days but I don't think I missed out on a lot to be truthful.

Me and my virginity parted company officially on my 18th birthday. I went to a party with some friends, had way too much drink and ended up with a guy who's name I couldn't remember, shagging me on a garden sun-lounger! Okay so it wasn't what most girls expect their first time to be but I didn't mind, I had moved on from being a teenager to becoming a woman, or so I thought!

That first bout of intercourse taught me a lot, not only about myself but also about the opposite sex. Until that moment I'd never seen a cock. I loved the way it rose and got hard in the blink of an eye, all veiny and curved and weeping a tear from its single eye. Most of all I loved the way it felt as it pushed past my pussy lips and into my vagina. I could feel every millimetre of it going further and further inside me until it could go no further, then the thrusts began, slowly at first then gradually picked up the tempo, he began to grunt and groan and then pow! I could feel the heat of his sperm being squirted inside my pussy.

He walked away afterwards leaving me there with his cum dribbling down my bum crack, not romantic I know but I had a smile on my face. I pulled up my nickers and went home in a dream. I kept those nickers for weeks so I could see the dry patch of semen in the crotch to remind me it wasn't a dream, I really did get fucked that night.

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