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This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any coincidental resemblance to actual places or persons is just that, coincidence. Copyright 2023, Coyote Howard.
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Hannah and Brady had decided to get away from the kids for a bit.
These horn hunting trips were fun, and more than just camping. Brady always needed something more than camping, and when he was happy the family was happy. For Hannah though, as the mom, this was a ton of work.
If she thought about too much, she'd work herself up into a pissy mood, and she had goals with this ride.
Brady had wanted a new ATV after they'd gotten rid of their first two and trailer, so she'd stated he could, but they'd have to discuss having a third baby.
And they had discussed it. He wanted to wait, she didn't want that much of a gap between the kids.
It was an- ongoing discussion, but overall they were happy together and with their lives.
The two of them bounced along the dusty trail with their plume of dust being carried of by the warm eastern Idaho wind. She rode behind him, sunglasses on her pale green eyes and shoulder-length, platinum blonde hair in a bun, clutching his body to stabilize herself and to enjoy the closeness. And also to enjoy the angle of her jeaned hips on the seat, her legs spread naturally due to the design of the machine. Her clit pushed deliciously into the foam, the vibrations continually sending tiny shocks through her system.
He in turn enjoyed her body against his, and especially her white tank top covered, C cup tits being pressed into his shoulder blades. Little did he know her nipples were getting harder and harder against her bra with each minute they rode.
It was at this moment that Hannah thought of the BBQ from several weeks before, and how her friend Jenny had suddenly pulled her husband Steve into their powder room and had sex with him.
The boldess of it had ignited something within Hannah herself, who'd in turn taken Brady upstairs and allowed him to plow her vigorously. They'd both cum, her several times, in a matter of minutes. Their friends had given both couples good natured grief for their impetuousness, and it was of course still talked about.
Neither couple really cared though.
And as Hannah thought of that day, she did the math and realized today was one of her most fertile.
They came up to a bend in the trail with a gorgeous view of a whole ridge and Brady pulled the ATV over to a stop. He rose and climbed off, getting his binoculars out and began glassing the hillside.
Hannah made her decision and hiked her leg over the seat in order to put her left toe on the heel of her right boot, slipping it off, then followed by the other. She stood on the floorboard and undid her jeans, sliding them and her plain bikini cut grey panties over her plump MILF ass and down to her ankles.
She reached down, pulled her boots back on then pulled her leather belt from her jeans. She seated it around her shapely hips, then reached under her tank top and unclasped her bra, pulling it free and onto the floorboard of the machine with her jeans and underwear.
Lastly, she pulled the front of her top down so her tits were exposed. What warm blooded male could resist?
She walked up to Brady and without ceremony knelt in front of him, staying on her feet so she was kneeling obscenely, her knees spread wide.
The breeze had made most of the noise she'd made imperceptible to her husband, he only noticing when she'd come near, and that wasn't out of the ordinary.
What
was
unusual was his fly suddenly being undone, his glassing immediately stopped to look at his mostly undressed wife fishing his eight and a half inch cock out of his boxers and jerking it off as she looked up at him with a smile.
"Brady?" She asked coyly, kissing his quickly hardening mushroom head. "Can I please suck your cock?"
"Hannah, what the fuuu- uh fuck," Brady said, her tongue running up the length of his shaft before twirling around the end, her hand still clasped around the base. "Uhh, uh, fuck woman. Ahh god damn!"
She'd not really waited for his permission, engulfing as much of his cock inside her hot, wet mouth as she could. She wasted no time in bobbing her head, keeping her hand at the base to keep herself from gagging.
She'd had a bit of a wild youth, but she was still human and maintained a healthy gag reflex.
Brady though had gone from looking for antler tips in his 10x50 binos to suddenly having his tool worked over by his wife.
But she sure didn't look like his wife in this moment. He could she glimpses of her boots on her feet, her naked ass with just her belt around her sexy waist. Her boobs were out of her shirt and while her one hand was around his meat her other was down in her crotch, moving in the telltale motion of frigging herself.
It was several minutes later, when she was looking up at him with those pretty green eyes, moving her face along his fully hard cock when she stood up, remaining bent over at the waist but blowing him at the same time, her tongue playing along the underside of him that he couldn't take it anymore and needed to act.
He dropped the optics and grabbed her head with both hands, taking charge and pushing her down himself with force, her hand having nowhere to go but to his thigh to steady herself as she fully gagged and choked.
Brady didn't care in the moment though, feeling the back of her throat hit his tip and shoving further anyway. When she coughed it opened her up and he went further, her nose finally pushing into his stomach.
He thrusted several times into the fuck hole that was her mouth before he let go of her, allowing her air and a reprieve.
*Cough!* "Fuck baby!" *coughcough!* "Got you going huh?" She spat out, standing upright.
But Brady was the man in their house. She was his woman.
She'd wanted to fuck around? Well she was about to find out.
He pushed Hannah towards the ATV, her stumbling the several steps with his force, her hands going to the side of the rear rack before being able to turn towards him. His eyes had a different look to them as she leaned her ass up against the metal rack.
"You sure the fuck did," he said, not pausing or asking.
He grabbed her left leg and lifted it, unceremoniously plunging his dick inside her sopping wet cunt all in one glorious thrust as her booted foot rested on the floorboard.
"Ahhhh! Oh, god!" Hannah screamed, her slit so lubed by her thoughts and ministrations that all she felt was pleasure as her tunnel was stretched around the invader.
Brady grabbed her right hip as he wasted no time, slamming into his wife with hard, forceful pounds. If she wanted to act like a slut, he was going to fuck her like one.
"Ahh yeah, fuck yeah baby," he said, hips pumping away at Hannah's gash now with more speed instead of strength, savoring the feeling of her heat wrapped around him properly.
"Oh, fuck," she said, her whole body moving with each hump. "You, feel, so, good. Ah, ah, ah. You're, gonna-a, ma-ake, me-e, cum-mm-mmm-mMM- MM-AH-HH-FAH-AH-AH-UCK!" she said, then screamed.
She was orgasming. Here in the woods and wilds of Idaho. Being taken by her mate like countless females from eons prior, her flesh milking the organ that would make her round with child.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh" he merely said, satisfying his basest instinct, his length mostly buried within her quivering and gripping snatch.
Again it was her eyes, her eyes that caught his at the tail end of her climax, squinted with exertion and pleasure but opening enough to see his that, combined with her words, made him unable to hold back.
"Do it Brady. Give it all to me."
"Ugh-fuck! Huh-huh-huh-huh-UGH!" he gritted through his teeth as his balls boiled and his seed rocketed out of him and into the canal of his female.
