Sex in the Woods

I saw him as I walked into the party with my two roommates. My two roommates poked me in my sides, giggling and smirking stupidly as we were dressed similarly. He was attractive alright, dressed as a cowboy, in his costume he was the perfect poster boy for Marlboro – ironic since I had a pack of them in the pocket of my skirt. He was tall, he was dark, he was wearing leather boots, tight ripped jeans that hugged his muscular legs – complete with chaps, a white button up shirt covered by a leather vest, red kerchief around his neck and a dark brown leather cowboy hat on his head.

I smiled as my roommates continued to poke and prod at me as we made our way across our friend's house, trying to get to the backyard where the food and booze were. A part of me was happy that I had opted for the slightly slutty cowgirl costume. I had the perfect bright red leather boots, the perfect short skirt and a button up shirt that was tied in a knot just under my breasts. My curly blonde hair was up in pigtails and I had a cowboy hat, similar to the one that he was wearing.

My roommates and I stood next to a cooler full of beer and various other bottled beverages of the alcoholic nature. I picked up a bottle of Smirnoff Ice, popped off the top and took a long gulp of the carbonated beverage inside. At that moment, I separated myself from my two roommates and went over next to the pool where there were several people stripping naked and jumping into the warm water. I shrugged and walked over to where a line of trees that led into a small forest.

I reached into the small pocket of my skirt and pulled out my Marlboros and my Zippo lighter. I slipped a cigarette between my lips, flipped the top of the Zippo away from me and ignited the fuel from inside. Fire shot up in front of my face and I pulled it close to my lips, lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply.

"Oh yeah," I said quietly as I pulled the cigarette away from my lips and exhaled.

"It's a nice night," a gruff voice said from behind me. I whipped around, surprised, cigarette in one hand, bottle of alcohol in another. I was a real poster child for the honors program tonight. I nodded, it was the cowboy. "Do you have a spare?" He pointed at my cigarette.

"Yeah," I said reaching back into my pocket and pulling out a cigarette for the mysterious cowboy. He put the cigarette between his lips and leaned towards me for a light. The Zippo flame jumped up in front of his face, all his features dimly illuminated for a split second. He was extremely attractive close-up, dark brown eyes with thick black eyelashes, dark and thick eyebrows and a furrowed forehead. His nose was slightly pointed, his lips full and pouty and he had chiseled cheek bones and jaw.

"It's cool to see a cute girl smoking these days," he said. I wrinkled my nose.

"I hate it," I said. "I never smoked before college..."

"Stressful?" he asked. I nodded.

"Honors program is a bitch," I replied. He was quiet as he inhaled and exhaled from his cigarette a few times.

"How do you know the party thrower?" he asked.

"Eh, we're classmates, and one of my roommates is his ex-girlfriend," I replied. "He invited a zillion people."

"Halloween parties are pretty popular," he said. "Everyone loves to throw them and everybody likes to come to them."

"How do you know him?" I asked.

"Know him from high school," he replied. I took a couple of deep drags from my cigarette this time and looked far into the woods. I could hear distant sounds that sounded similar to those that one would hear during sex. I smirked.

"So..." he said, rather nonchalantly, "do you have a boyfriend?" I looked at him, way to be unclear dude.

"No," I replied. "Not really..."

"What's your name?" he asked blowing smoke upwards into the night air.

"Cayla," I replied. "Yours?"

"Matt," he replied.

I took one last drag of my cigarette and stomped it out on the ground. I looked over at Matt as he inhaled on his cigarette, a dull glow lit up his face for a second and I smiled, I could feel myself blushing slightly in the dark night.

"What do you say we go and see where this sex party is going on?" Matt asked. I looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, well Matt, I see that you get straight to the point," I replied.

"Come on," he said. "You scared?"

"Well, these woods get rather dark and hard to follow at night," I said, "and I've never quite felt the same way about the forest since the Blair Witch Project." Matt chucked and stomped his cigarette out on the ground.

"Well, you have that awesome Zippo. If we run into any Blair Witch, we'll set her on fire with that foot high flame," he said. I couldn't help but to smile and chuckle a bit myself. I was still hesitant; I had just met this mysterious man. He was able to sense my apprehension.

"I promise," he said, "I don't have anything sneaky in my pockets...not that I could fit anything in there anyway..." I smiled to myself and took the opportunity to give him a pat on his ass – rock hard.

"Well, you don't seem to have any weapons," I said.

"Come on," he said, throwing his head over his shoulder and nodding for me to follow him. I did, somewhat reluctantly and somewhat eagerly. I didn't know what to think of this Matt guy.

"So do you have a girlfriend?" I asked as I pushed aside the branch of a pine tree.

"Yeah, kind of," he replied. "I'm ending it after the weekend though. She doesn't do a thing."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"In the bed," he replied.

"Oh..."

"She's also cheating on me," Matt said as he walked around a tree. The sexual noises were becoming more audible.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. I looked ahead. The thick trees were only getting darker. I didn't want to go any farther. I stopped and turned to Matt. "Let's go back."

"Why?" he asked.

"It's too dark," I replied.

"Cowgirl scared of the cowboy?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "I'm scared of what kind of monsters might be hiding in the trees." He shrugged and sat down on a twisted, low tree trunk. I nervously snapped a branch off of the tree next to me and began twisting it around in my hands.

"So what do you study?" Matt asked. I walked over closer to him and paced back and forth in front of where he stood.

"Psychology," I replied. "You?"

"Biology," he said in return.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Sexual studies maybe, otherwise I'll probably go into something with herpetology," Matt said. I nodded and fumbled in my pocket for another cigarette – they had fallen out somewhere along the walk. I coughed nervously and sat down next to Matt.

"You're very pretty," Matt said, he ran one of his fingers along the line of my jaw.

"Thanks," I said, knowing where this was going. I tried to move further up the tree trunk, accidentally, I gripped my hand around Matt's thigh and I knew that I wasn't going to escape any intimacy with this man that I had just met. I couldn't help myself from turning weak in the knees from Matt's muscular body. I could mentally feel his body on top of mine and my body straddling his.

"Where are you from?" he asked, his fingers trailing from my face down to my shoulders, across my collarbone and down my arms.

"Rochester," I replied, swallowing the nervous lump in my throat.

"My mom lives there," he said as he ran his fingers over mine. I couldn't control the magnetic pull between the two of us and I found myself continuously getting closer and closer to him.

We kissed, without any warning. There was no leaning in, there was no heavy breathing, I heard the mysterious sex couple deep within the woods climax together and at that exact moment, Matt swooped in for my lips and kissed me deeply. He tasted slightly of cigarettes and vodka mixed with something, he smelled of laundry detergent, Armani cologne and Old Spice deodorant. My hand took on a mind of it's own and placed itself on his muscular thigh and I leaned in towards him.

Our costume hats hit one another and mine bumped off of my head and onto the ground. Matt's hands traveled around to my back, one traveling far up over my neck and through my curly hair. With the hand in my hair he pulled my head close to him, smashing my face up against his. Our tongues intermingled in my mouth, my eyes closed tightly and again, without warning, I felt myself reclining backwards against the tree trunk. I moaned and Matt pulled away from my lips and looked down into my eyes. He pulled off his leather vest and tossed it aside onto the ground and unbuttoned the only two buttons buttoned on my shirt and pulled away either side of the shirt to reveal my white lace bra. He buried his face in my neck and I arched my back, pressing my body firm against his.

I didn't notice the rough tree trunk against my bare back and I hadn't noticed my shirt and bra pulled away from my body. What I did notice was Matt taking off his own shirt and tossing it to the ground and then rapidly moving his hand to my crotch. His long fingers slipped effortlessly into my wet folds and I bucked myself up against the swelling in his pants. I breathed heavily in his ear as he nibbled and bit my neck.

"Oh fuck me," I cried out quietly as I began to feel how large and well endowed that he actually was. I pried my hands between our two bodies and started to undo the belts that held both his chaps and pants on. He grabbed my hands with his spare hand that was not buried in my pussy and slammed both of my hands down against the tree trunk over the top of my head. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his long dick and began to teasingly rub it up and down between my legs. I squirmed against him and cried out from deep within my throat trying to free my hands and find a way to get him inside of me.

Again, with his free hand, he groped at me, grabbed my breasts firmly one at a time and squeezed as hard as he could until I was positive that he had caused some sort of damage. With his two (covered) legs, he pushed my legs far apart from one another and hovered up above my face. He was breathing heavily himself tossed the hat off of his head, his dark hair fell down over his forehead and he plowed deep inside of me. I screamed out in surprise and a bit of pain. He was by far the biggest man that I had ever been with and I felt as if I was ripped apart, it was so pleasurable though that I couldn't resist thrusting myself up against his body.

I moaned, he moaned. I arched my back as much as I could so that I could meet his lips and I thrust my tongue against his as he thrust himself even deeper into me, shoving me into the tree trunk, almost ripping the skin from my back. My back arched again, trying to escape the brutal beating against the tree trunk, but Matt was so much stronger than I was and instead he forced me down on the tree trunk once again causing me to definitely scream out in pain this time. Matt immediately muffled my scream with his mouth and I felt for a moment that I couldn't breathe.

His dick pumping in and out of me was intense – unlike anything that I had ever experienced before. I continually tried to pull my hands away from his vice-like grip and free my hands from the tree trunk. I wanted to pull his jeans off of his body, I wanted to feel his firm ass in my hands and have some control over the pounding that I was receiving in the dark forest. At the same time, I didn't want any control. The pleasure was unlike anything else, my eyes were closed tightly in ecstasy and breathing was something that didn't seem necessary anymore.

"Aaaahh!!!" I screamed out, I felt warmth spreading through every inch of my body and in a split second I exploded. My entire body bucked out of sync with Matt's. I screamed, writhed, and panted until Matt's thrusts began to slow. As he slowed I breathed a sigh of relief.

I began to settle but before I knew it, Matt quickly withdrew from me and jumped up to where my head was nestled. He did not let go of my hands and as he jumped to my head, he pushed my hands up even farther. His ass hovered above my breasts and without warning, he thrust his dick into my mouth.

"Suck me," he said fiercely as he dragged my body up even farther, I was certain that my back was probably bloody by now. I sucked his dick with all the fervor that I could muster. My jaw was cranked open as far as I could possibly allow and I gagged and sputtered as Matt's cock banged against the back of my mouth, trying to get down my throat.

"Oh god..." Matt said, his body starting to shudder. His dick became even more stiff, making it extremely difficult for me to accommodate. "Agh! AGH! YES!!!!!!" He thrust himself as far as he could into my mouth and came. Cum choked me and some even came out of my nose. Matt pulled away and let go of my arms. I fell off of the tree trunk and onto the ground, cum dripping from my face and blood running down my back.

Matt leaned up against the tree trunk, breathing happily, his cock starting to soften and eyes closed. When he opened his eyes he spotted me on the ground, bloody, smelly and naked.

"Oh my god," he said. He jumped from the tree trunk and kneeled next to my face-down body on the ground. "Cayla, are you okay?"

"Yeah," I sputtered and choked, spitting cum onto the ground.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I don't know my own strength." I shook my head and pushed myself up on my hands, the only part of my body that didn't feel completely torn apart. My stomach hurt, my jaw hurt, my pussy hurt, my back felt like I had been beaten with razors, yet it had been the best sex that I had ever had in my life.

"Come on, we'll get you cleaned up and I'll take you home," he said. He stood up and took my hand in his and pulled me up onto my feet. I nodded, spit some more cum onto the ground, picked up my bra and shirt and put them on.

As the two of us walked back to where the party was, I couldn't help but smile. I turned to Matt walking steadily next to me and ran my hand along his cheek.

"Same time next week?" I asked with a mischievous grin on my face. Matt smiled, squeezed my hand and we walked the rest of the way back to the house.