Molly N. In the Wet, Wet Woods

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Molly N. In the Wet, Wet WoodsKiss, kiss Molly’s lipsKiss, kiss Molly’s lips— the VaselinesWe were on a bike ride. Originally, there were four of us — my daughter, her friend Ruth, her friend Molly and me. They were all home from college, energetic young women who had grown up together and were looking to relive some of the sights and activities of their c***dhood.That’s what led us to Gusse Woods, a large forest preserve criss-crossed with bike paths. About 10 years earlier, the four of us had been here on an ill-fated Girl Scout outing. My wife was supposed to have had taken them on a bike ride through the woods, but she bailed out at the last minute and left the job to me. This meant I was one clueless dad trying to guide three 10-year-olds through 13 miles of bike path. And no one told me there was a time limit. What took others 45 minutes took us two and a half hours. Everyone thought we were lost and the cell phone reception was so bad that we lost contact. When I finally herded the three 10-year-olds back to base camp, all of the other parents were either gone or pissed off.It wasn’t funny at the time, but it became so in the years after. The infamous bike ride through Gusse Woods. So, on an unusually warm autumn day, the girls all came home from their respective colleges and we met up with our bikes in the parking lot where it all began.Let me tell you about Molly, who’s the only one of the three who you will need to know about. She’s cute as a button. Petite girl with strong legs and nice round butt. She has big brown eyes, dark brown hair down to her shoulders, a wide nose and very full lips. Her parents are Russian and she has those classic alluring looks of the sexy European girls who are far ahead of their peers sexually and can dominate any man they choose.But Molly was also shy and nerdy. When she was in high school, she didn’t go to school dances and apparently didn’t spend much time around boys. Molly was now studying to be a zoologist and it was clear that she was more comfortable around a****ls than people. Except for me, I guess. She had always seemed oddly comfortable around me, an older man with grayish hair and a hairy chest and a warm smile and a cock that could still get long and hard and fill young girls like Molly with forbidden pleasure.The bike ride that day turned out much like the one we’d taken about a decade before. The trail was much longer than any of us amateur cyclists could handle. Or at least Molly and I. My daughter and Ruth, who were much more athletic, took off ahead of us and eventually disappeared around a bend. The woods swallowed us up on all sides and the other people around — joggers, walkers, other bike riders — dwindled to almost no one. I stayed behind Molly because I could tell she was having some trouble managing the mountain bike she was riding, as well as because I loved staring at her ass pressed against the bike’s seat.Molly was wearing a white sleeveless blouse and dark blue jean shorts. Her petite legs pumped away at the pedals and her buttocks rocked back and forth. I was wearing only a T-shirt myself and long, shiny blue basketball-style workout shorts.After another half-mile or so, Molly’s bike really began to wobble and I could tell she was going to pull over and stop. Sure enough, she did. She leaned to one side and propped herself up on one foot. Her cute little butt was perched up in the air and I just wanted to reach out and squeeze both of her ass cheeks through the sweaty denim fabric.Instead, I pulled up behind her and asked, “Are you okay?”Clearly aggravated, Molly swung her other leg up over the bike and let it fall to the ground with a clatter. She exhaled sharply and turned to face me. “I can’t believe those bitches took off,” she said.“I know,” I said delicately. “They’re not very patient.”Molly stared at me with angry, beautiful eyes. She was a little sweaty all over and her skin was glowing in the soft light of the humid woods. I smiled awkwardly and she rolled her eyes and looked forlorn. A few seconds of silence followed. There was no one else around. Finally she spoke again: “ I really have to pee.”If things weren’t awkward enough already, I really didn’t know how to respond to this.“Um, I think there’s a bathroom up ahead at the next parking area.”She looked disappointed again. “I have to go now.””Well,” I said slowly. “I can watch…” and, instead of finishing the sentence, I gestured to Molly’s bike lying on its side along the bike trail.”You can watch me pee?” Molly said, barely smiling.”No, I meant your b…” I began, but Molly interrupted me. ”I know some guys are into that.””Oh well,” I stammered. “That’s usually not my thing but…””You still want to, don’t you?” she interrupted again.I gasped and laughed and tried to act offended or at least surprised. “I mean…” I began.”Yes?” she said, with the cutest flirtatious smile on her face.I bit my lip and looked around. There was still no one walking, jogging or riding by. I stepped a little closer to her and said güvenilir bahis softly, “I’d like to see your butt.””Ohhhhh,” she said. “So that’s your thing?”I nodded sheepishly.”You’ve been staring at it this whole time, haven’t you?” she said, not in angry way. More like she was excited to hear it.I nodded again. Several more seconds of tension. Two guys on racing bikes flew by so fast that we hadn’t seen them coming and were startled as they whizzed by.“Well,” Molly said, stepping up to me. “You’re still going to have to watch me pee.”And with that, she reached out, grabbed the front of my shorts and pulled me deeper into the woods and away from the bike trail. She led me that way — her in front, her right arm behind her, her little hand pulling open the front of my shorts — for maybe 40 or 50 yards. Leaves crunched beneath our feet, sticks snapped, birds chirped around us. I kept staring at her ass cheeks moving up and down as we walked.Finally we reached a clearing behind a huge oak tree. I glanced back and could see nothing of the bike trail. Molly stopped, pulled the elastic of my shorts way out and then let go. It snapped back into my waist. She turned to face me with the wickedest of wicked smiles on her face.“I’m going to pee against this tree,” she said. “Or should I just pee on you, Mr. _____?”“Well,” I hesitated. “That’s not really my thing but…”I got the distinct impression Molly wanted to pee on me. So I didn’t want to turn her down completely. Maybe it would be worth it just to get my hands on her perfect round little ass.“If you really want to,” I said.Just as I suspected, Molly’s face broke out in a big, wide smile. Her dark eyes narrowed to slits and her button nose crinkled. “Take off your shirt and sit down,” she said.I pulled my shirt off and sat down at the base of the big tree. The roots were hard under my ass and the bark was rough against my back. Molly turned around so she was facing away from me. She gasped and said, “I really do have to pee.”What happened next, I couldn’t believe. As I sat there shirtless, my cock semi-hard — like it was as unsure of what was happening as I was — Molly looked down and unbuttoned her jean shorts. Then she start tugging them down, first one side and then the other, pulling a pair of white cotton panties down with them. It was in this way that her ass was slowly revealed to me. And what an ass it was. Everything I’d dreamed of. Like a perfect circle, her buttocks protruding out just enough to give it good shape, pale and white and a touch hairy where her ass cheeks began to curve in toward her anus.She pulled her shorts all the way down to her knees, bending over as she did. Her cheeks spread apart slightly and I could see the dark interior of her ass and the hairy slit of her pussy. Yes, Molly was a bit hairier than I’d expected, but I’d get over it. Once she got her shorts and panties down to her ankles, she stepped out of them.Molly glanced back at me with devilishly alluring eyes. She wagged her cute mini-bubble-butt at me and said, “This is what you wanted to see, right?””Yes,” I managed.My cock was getting hard now. When Molly looked away I rubbed it through my silken basketball shorts. My eyes were glued to her naked buttocks. But then, just like that, with no further adieu, Molly dropped down into a squat and, after a second or two delay, let a loud, hissing stream of urine come gushing from her vaginal slit.Because she was squatting, her asshole was completely exposed to me. It was nestled in a bit of dark hair and seemed to be pulsating along with the stream of pee coming from her. She peed for two or three seconds then, just as suddenly, she stopped.Molly stood up and started playing with herself. She still had her back to me, but I could see her right arm move in and her hand go to her crotch. “Get all the way down on the ground,” she loudly ordered. Her voice disappeared into the trees and brush around us.Following her instructions, I slid down so my head was resting against the roots of the old oak and I was flat on my back on the grass and my legs were spread out. My right hand was now blatantly rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.”Are you down?” she asked.“Yes.”Molly turned and walked toward me, biting her lip and smiling. She still had her white sleeveless blouse on but her lower half was gloriously exposed. Her petite body was complemented by strong thick legs — like the legs of a gymnast. Her pubic hair was thick and almost black, though not completely out of control. I prepared myself for humiliation.“Put your legs together,” she said.I did and she walked over me, putting one foot on either side of my body. She was straddling me, still standing up, and looking straight down. I was terrified and thrilled, ready to endure anything just to press my face into her buttocks and pay homage to her ass.”I’m going to piss on you, Mr. ______,” Molly said flatly.And with that, she rotated her body, switching her feet to the opposite sides of me, and turned around. This türkçe bahis way, her ass was hovering over my chest. I was so close to it. I could’ve grabbed each of her legs, hauled myself up to a sitting position and kissed her ass right then and there. But I didn’t. I let her pee on me.Molly bent forward a little and stuck her ass out and lowered it a bit toward my hairy chest. Now I could really see her asshole….so clearly. It was hairier than I’d like, sure, but clean and puckered and begging for my tongue. I was so focused on it that, when Molly emitted another hot stream of piss from her slit, and it gushed down all over my chest, I was startled. Almost as startled as I would have been if she’d turned around and plunged a knife into my chest. But then I gave into the experience and let it happen. Molly’s hot urine cascaded down in a thick, gushing stream and soaked my hairy chest. It didn’t sting my skin initially but when it ran down either side of my chest and hit my nipples, I could feel a faint piercing sensation.I began to openly stroked myself through my blue shorts. Molly looked down with interest and then squatted a little lower so her piss hit me harder and her asshole was winking right in my face. She had remarkable bladder control; clearly she had done this before. I couldn’t resist any longer. My face shot upward toward Molly’s ass and I planted a big kiss on her left buttock as she continued to squeeze out the remnants of her bladder all over me. I rested my face and tongue against her ass, letting the urine drain off me in white-yellow rivulets onto the tree roots and mossy dirt around me.“Kiss it!” she suddenly ordered. “Both sides!”I kissed her left ass cheek again and then moved over and kissed her right one. My hand instintively began moving faster over and around the fabric of my shorts. My cock was fully engorged. The acrid, though not completely unpleasant scent of Molly’s pee filled the air. She was marking me. I would be her piss slave forever.”Pull it out,” Molly said.In immediate compliance, my right hand shot down, grabbed the elastic waistband of my shorts and yanked them and my cotton boxer-briefs down. My cock bounced up straight and hard in the air. I grabbed it with my left hand and shook it at her.“Nice,” she said, looking back at me. We made eye contact.Molly wagged her naked, open ass over my chest and the last thin trickle of pee fell from her vaginal lips. I was soaked and didn’t care. I reached up with right hand and grabbed her right ass cheek. I kissed it again and then stuck out my tongue and touched it once, then twice against her butthole.”Ooooh, Mr. _______,” she laughed. “Do it again.”Breathing hard and unable to speak, I lurched my upper torso upward and stuck my face into Molly’s ass. My tongue flickered against her asshole. My chin ground into her pussy and became wet with pee. Molly gasped and pushed her butt back into my face. I could’t tell for sure, but I had a strong feeling she was masturbating her clit as I licked her.Then, suddenly, she pulled away. ”Dry me off,” she said, somewhat unexpectedly.I hesitated for a second or two then grabbed my shirt off the ground next to us. I wiped Molly’s pussy from behind, inside and out. Then I dried her ass cheeks and her legs, but not my chest.”Good boy,” she said.The next thing I knew Molly was lowering herself to a squatting position directly over my face. My God, she was going to sit on me. Her hand slapped away mine — the one still holding my erect cock — and I felt her right hand roughly grasp my dick.”Eat me, bitch,” she said, her voice an odd mixture of dominant and soft and desperate.I took a deep breath just before Molly’s perfectly cute, round butt cheeks landed on my face. My nose became lodged just on and then over her asshole. Her wet, open pussy pressed against my mouth. My tongue had nowhere to go but straight upside her. Deep inside her.I could taste every part of young Molly N. — her sex, her pee, her flesh, her sexual juices flowing like nectar from a piece of overripe fruit that had been split open. While I moved my tongue around her vaginal canal and tried to use my lower lip to massage her clitoris, Molly laid her torso against mine and then rammed my cock into her mouth. We were now 69ing, flat on the bare earth underneath that huge tree.I prayed my daughter and her friend didn’t double back and find us this way — mostly naked, me covered in Molly’s piss, her sweet ass covering my face, my stiff older man cock filling her mouth. Molly sucked me rough. Up and down and up and down her head went. Her lips pressed hard against my shaft and head. She wasn’t careful about her teeth; a couple times they grazed my dick and I noticeably flinched. Molly laughed and I could feel the vibrations of her throat against my penis.I reached up with both hands and grabbed Molly’s ass. I squeezed her buttcheeks hard and pulled her closer against my mouth. I could barely breathe. Accidental suffocation was not out of the question. Again, güvenilir bahis siteleri I wanted to eat as much of young Molly as I could before she tossed me aside and went back to her young life. My face was covered with her wetness — it ran down my cheeks and chin. My tongue continued to waggle inside of her. I didn’t know any other taste or smell but the taste and smell of Molly’s overactive, overstimulated pussy.Abruptly, Molly turned her head aside, pulled my cock out of her mouth and spit on it. Then she pounced back on my wet dick and started sucking me off again, harder. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to last longer. I wanted to maybe drive my hard shaft into the wet pussy that was now pressed against my lips and tongue. I wanted to fill the pungent, damp space that my face and mouth had gotten to know so well with my semen. But I knew Molly wasn’t going to stop sucking me off until I popped. I managed to turn my own head to one side and, with Molly’s ass and drenched pussy lips pressed to my cheek, I gasped, “Oh God, I’m gonna come!”Molly let my dick pop out of her mouth and teased, “Already?!””Oh, I’m sorry,” I said panting. “Let me kiss your ass.”Molly’s butt rose into the air a little so I could raise my head. I planted a very wet kiss on her right buttock then she turned slightly a showed me her left cheek. I kissed that one too. While I did this, Molly was jerking her saliva all over my cock with her right hand.“Now the asshole,” she said. I pursed my lips together, stuck my face between her cheeks and kissed her puckered anus once, twice and then one more time for good measure.Molly laughed and then, quite unexpectedly, said, “I love you, Mr. M.”And with that she grabbed my erect penis with her lips and sucked it down to the back of her throat. I could actually feel the tip of my cock grazing Molly’s esophagus. I grabbed Molly’s ass and pulled it down onto my face. I didn’t care if I suffocated. I would die feeling her suck my cock.Molly bobbed up and down very fast and then let my cock slide out of her mouth until only the tip was between her lips. Then she grabbed the shaft again and pumped hard while her tongue circled my head and pisshole. Finally, she took her circled hand, plunged it down over my overstimulated head and shaft and then took my entire cock back in her young mouth.I came screaming into Molly’s pussy.Boom! One spurt of semen. Boom! Another spurt. Molly kept her lips around my dick was taking it all in. The third blast was the big one — most of my load filled Molly’s mouth. With each spurt there was pleasure, that explosive orgasmic pleasure. Finally, one last blast and my body collapsed. Molly took a few more pulls of my cock and then I felt it slide out of her mouth and loll to one side.I heard Molly make a swallowing and “ah!” sound, smacking her lips. Then she rose up so her torso was straight up and down and her ass was smashing my face. My nose was right up against her asshole. I grunted. She wriggled her ass around a little, giggling, and then, mercifully, pushed herself up off of me and stood up.I lay there for a moment completely stunned, looking up at her. My face was covered with Molly’s pussy juice and her strong scent. My bare chest was still damp and matted with her urine. My blue shorts where bunched up around my ankles. My softening cock was lying against my abdomen, drooling semen.Molly looked down at my pathetic, spent shape and smiled. She’d had her way with me and loved it.I didn’t know what to do next, so I just clumsily slid up to a sitting position against the tree.”Hold on,” Molly said with some feigned impatience.She went over to her bike and picked up her underwear and jean shorts. Giving me one last look at the luscious ass that I’d just seemingly spent a glorious eternity shoving my face into, she turned her back to me and got dressed — sticking her butt toward me as she pulled her panties and shorts back over it. When she was dressed, Molly went to her bike and retrieved the large water bottle she’d been sipping on all day. It was still about a third of the way full. (The rest of the contents she had pissed all over me.) Molly walked back and straddled me again, facing forward and looking down.She took the top of the bottle off and held the water bottle itself over me. “Ready?” she said, smiling (and I noticed the cute gap in her front teeth).I exhaled and smiled. “Sure.”Molly tipped the bottle and poured the rest of the water over my chest and face, shaking the last few drops over my head. I used my shirt to dry my chest and face and then put it back on and stood up.For several moments, we stood facing each other. I took the opportunity to really drink in Molly’s deep, gorgeous brown eyes. Finally, she raised one eyebrow and said, “Well…?””Can I have a kiss?”She frowned and rolled her eyes but then smiled and said, “Okay.”I leaned in and kissed Molly’s lips. Then I gestured for her to walk in front of me and, following dutifully behind I followed Molly back to the bike path.© 2018 Davi RochaAll rights reserved.All the characters, locations and events in preceding story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people, places or events is coincidental. Readers should presume all characters are of legal, consenting age.

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