An Exciting Few Days

I was spending four weeks in Georgia in a rented Airstream. It was near some of the best quail hunting which was what brought me to this part of the country from New England. Close to me was a plantation that allowed non-members to hunt for a price. It was perfect for me. They even had dogs available.

Quail hunting is quite different from hunting Hungarian partridge like we do in Maine. Although I love the sport I never kill more than I can reasonably use, so much of the time I'm just taking a walk which is ok with me.

On this particular day I found myself in an abandoned orchard and sat down to take a nip from my flask and smoke a cigarette. I was sitting with my back against an apple tree when I caught sight of a young woman walking in my direction. Before I could stand to make myself known she sat against a tree of her own so I just looked on for the moment.

Imagine my surprise when she pulled her jeans down past her knees, spread her legs open with her knees bent and began to masturbate.

My erection followed in double time as I released my cock from the pants I wore and began to slowly stroke myself. I can't really explain why, I mean after years of porno flics and sex with different girls I became very excited. Her sex was too far away to really be visible but it was the whole idea of what was happening. I could see her getting more and more turned on, her fingers moving fast over her clit. I shot my load as she reached her peak of excitement. Then we both lay there in the aftermath of our orgasm. My hand, still holding my cock, was covered with cum that had run down over it.

Not having anything to wipe it off with I licked it clean as I watched her suck her fingers.

Once I got my clothes in order I walked towards her, leaving the gun behind. I knew that she knew I had seen her masturbate. An awkward situation at best.

"I'm Matt Webb." I said putting my hand out. When I held it I brought it to my nose, smelling her fingers. "You smell like heaven." I said.

"Well, that sucks." she said. "You saw me?"

"Yes, but there's more to it than that. Come over here with me." I said. I pointed to the grass that was draped with my semen. "You know what that is?"

"Looks like cum." she said.

"It is cum. I got so excited watching you I had to get myself off, so you see, we're even. I said. "So what's your name?"

"Amanda." she said. Amanda was a dirty blond, her hair cut in a shag, with brown eyes and a sexy mouth. She was tall and slim, almost titless. If it wasn't for the bra I was certain she might be flat chested but that turned me on because I hated big tits. I liked skinny girls with a small, tight ass and pretty feet that I could kiss. Looking at her more closely I saw that she was a beautiful girl, perhaps eighteen to my twenty six.

"You saw me do it." she said. "I didn't see you. That doesn't seem fair."

I unzipped my pants and took out my substantial cock, letting her look at it as I pulled my long foreskin back to expose my large, pink glans still shiny with semen. "Does that satisfy you?" I asked.

"That is some pecker." she said. "None of the boys around here have anything like that."

I put myself back together as she watched. "You must live close by if you walked." I said. "I'm staying at the trailer park. Please come back with me. I would like to talk to you, get to know you, Amanda. That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Are you free or do you belong to someone?

She laughed. "No, there are volunteers but no." she said.

Just like that we were in the Airstream. She had a beer while I had two fingers of Old Forester. We both smoked. My kind of girl. Her father was long gone, her mother on welfare. She had an older brother who worked in Brazil on an oilfield. I could see that her clothes were worn. Obviously there was no money in the family. I told her something about myself, just enough to say I did.

As we sat there she was barefoot, dirty feet but just amazingly beautiful, perfectly formed with stunning toes. She needed a pedicure in the worst way but one has to look past all that. A clean girl, fresh from her bath holds no interest for me. Their sex has no smell and no taste. That is the primary reason for eating pussy. Here I had a girl that had masturbated in the woods. She would probably never smell or taste better but I let it slide for the moment.

"Do you think you would enjoy spending time with me?" I asked. "We could get to know each other, do some things together. We have to start somewhere. I don't even know you yet."

"Sure that sounds good." she said. "Would we have sex?"

"I hope so." I said. "But it doesn't just have to be time in the sack. We can do stuff, go to the seashore, eat in good restaurants, movies, shopping, I don't know, whatever works."

"I'm already getting wet. Fuck me now." she said. We were both naked in seconds. She was even more beautiful than I thought, and her sex was rank. The only stumbling block was birth control. I brought her to orgasm first with my tongue. She loved it when I licked her not too clean anus. Once she had cum she took my glans into her mouth and began massaging it with her tongue. I quickly ejaculated.

This was such a sexy situation cumming was no problem. I went back to her sex to lick away the gray corona of vaginal debris she had pushed out reveling in it's sour taste and heavenly aroma.

She wanted me to fuck her so I resorted to a condom. Once I pushed into her she was stunned at my size and took a minute to get used to it. Then there was no problem. I fucked her hard and deep like she had never experienced it before. I licked her gaping vagina clean then kissed her for the first time.

The smell of sex was everywhere. I kissed her tiny breasts and sucked her nipples. Her underarms were not shaved and I could smell her sweat as I buried my nose into the hair. A $500 whore can't give you that experience. You have to go to Georgia for that, I guess.

Amanda slept with me that night. She was still sleeping as I made some breakfast for us. The smell of food woke her up and after a visit to the bathroom she sat down with her morning face as I poured coffee and juice for her. She only wore the bathrobe that I gave her the day before. After our lovemaking she had taken a bath so her feet looked cleaner. I decided we had to get her some new clothes so that's how we spent our day.

We went to Macon and bought her a shitload of clothes, mostly things that could be worn in the country with a western flare. Then we got her some beach wear.

We spent the night in a good hotel sending out for pizza before enjoying more oral sex. She gave me a first class blowjob swallowing as I ejaculated. Then she wanted me to tongue her asshole while she masturbated. It worked for her. Funny how girls like oral/anal. It wouldn't do anything for me although I do enjoy giving the girls pleasure.

While we were in the city we made an appointment with a clinic that handled women's issues so Amanda could get the meds she needed not to get pregnant. The next day we drove to the seashore and spent the day under umbrellas eating shrimp and making out. It was turning out that she was fun to be with.

When we got back to the trailer park she went to check on her mother. I really wanted nothing to do with the mother but things are never so simple. Up to this point Amanda had not asked for a dime but as we all know there is no such thing a free sex. It wasn't all that bad and I didn't have to meet her.

Now we could finally fuck and although I prefer oral it was great fucking Amanda. The girl was a sexual animal. After I came in her I licked her clean from her anus to her clit. It's wonderful the stuff you can pump out of a pussy, wonderful, smelly vaginal debris. Thankfully she didn't shit when she came. Some girls do.

Most girls have told me that a clitoral orgasm is more intense than a vaginal one. Having neither a clit or a vagina I wouldn't know but it all seems great to me.

We were getting to the time when I was going back to New England and I had to make a decision as regards Amanda. Love and sex are two different things. You only need five minutes in the woods to get off looking at a girl masturbate. Love is an entirely different proposition. It doesn't happen in five minutes. I knew I had to break away. There were girls back home for sex.

I tried to soften the blow, giving Amanda some cash and telling her I would call but we both knew that would not happen.

Relationships are messy, even short ones. There are promises said and unsaid.