Please be aware, this story has elements of non-consentual sex. If that's not your cup of tea, please move on.
Here's a brief recap, but for the full first part of this story, please read "Visitors from out-of-town part 1". You'll really want to read the first part, trust me!
Some old friends of ours from out of town were staying with us and had brought their 18-year-old son. We had a big get together and their 18-year-old son James ended up having sex with my wife on our living room sofa bed, cumming in her and asking her to take him somewhere the next day so that he could have her again.
I awoke with an incredible hard-on the next morning. Erin was still asleep. I got up quietly to find our friends Pat and Shannon already up making food with their son James helping them. Again, James was as cool as ice, giving no hint of the fact that he'd fucked my wife raw just hours ago and filled her with his seed, likely impregnating her. I played along, enjoying this game far too much to throw a wrench in it.
During the day, when Pat and I were sitting around having a beer, he grinned at me, then said, "so, I heard you guys a bit last night. It sounded wild. You're a lucky man." I smiled, wanting to say something about how what he heard was his son fucking my wife, but obviously I kept that to myself, simply agreeing with his statement and apologizing for waking him.
All day, my mind was strained to find a way to get Erin and James alone together. Unfortunately, that day we just couldn't make anything work out which according to Erin was good because she was far too sore from him already. I was even tempted to send Erin out to the sofa bed again that night, where James was sleeping but with no one drinking hard that evening, the risk was a bit too high and she was too nervous about getting caught. I did however come up with some ideas for the next day and was waiting to see what opportunities might lend themselves to one of those ideas.
The next day was a beautiful sunny and warm one for the fall. My best idea thus far was to get Pat and Shannon busy doing something with me and have Erin need to make a trip somewhere and have James give her a hand. The trick was going to be to make sure that neither Pat nor Shannon offered to go help Erin. I looked out the window a short while later to see James in the yard checking out one of our ATV's.
Bingo! I figured out how to make this work for them. I had the idea to offer to take James out for a ride on our quads to get him psyched to go, then throw a wrench in the plan. I suggested the ride to James and he was pumped to go as would any 18-year-old from the city be.
James and I fueled up the ATVs, packed our lunches and were ready to go and that's when I threw my curve ball, pretending to wrench my back. James acted as though he wasn't disappointed but he obviously was. I finally suggested that Erin could take my place and show him around the hills which she "reluctantly" agreed to. I noticed James grin hard and check Erin out again. Obviously, my plan to get them alone was working. Erin got ready, changing her clothes, and off they went heading down our road and into the hills, the sounds of the ATVs exhaust filling the air. Needless to say, I wasn't around for the rest of this encounter so I had Erin write what happened next to best describe it.
James and I jumped on the quads and headed out. It was a very short ride from our home to the beginning of the trail network nearby so we simply rode rather than trailering. I led the way.
Knowing what this ride was really about, I had a couple of locations in mind and took a meandering route so as to not be too quick getting back home after doing what we were really heading out to do.
After an hour or so I pulled over to see how James was doing. He pulled alongside me and asked if we were going to have a break yet. I told him not quite yet but to follow me. He nodded with a grin, although he looked a bit disappointed at first, and followed me away again. I took us through a heavily wooded area that climbed up the side of one of the small local mountains up to a lookout. I chose this area both because it's beautiful and because it's a dead-end and you can hear anyone coming for a long time.
We finally arrived at our destination and shut down our machines. I asked James if he liked the view. He chuckled and answered that he liked it a lot. I looked over at him and he was staring at my body. I got off my quad and pulled a blanket from the tote box, then walked to the lookout area and laid the blanket out. James was right behind me and helped lay the blanket out. As soon as the blanket was down James stepped to me and wrapped one of his strong arms around my waist and pulled me against him, kissing me hard. I could feel his massive penis against my belly and it was giving me harsh butterflies. His hands started to travel all over my body.
"I want you" he said between kissing and groping me. I loved his eagerness and passion, and truth be told, I was lusting after him also. I'd worn yoga pants and James already had his hands in them, squeezing my ass and it was making me crazy. He broke the kiss and lowered me to the blanket, climbing on top of me. He started immediately grinding his cock against my crotch and I was soaking wet both from the anticipation and his attention. This kid could play me like a fiddle.
James quickly kicked off his shoes and wiggled out of his pants and underwear and I could now see that beautiful cock of his again, standing at attention. I pulled off my shoes, pants and panties also. It had been 2 days since James had fucked me raw and I was anxious to have him again. James was on his knees and pulled me up off the blanket into his arms. I was now sitting against his cock and I started to grind against his shaft. It was so exciting to feel that hot, hard fat cock against me. Every time I looked at his cock, I wondered how I could have possibly fit it inside me but I was also desperate to try to do so again.
Despite how wet I was, I knew I needed more lubrication so I licked my palm and ran it against my opening, then I stood up a bit so that I was hovering over his cock. Once again, I didn't bother with a condom. I already had his seed inside me 2 days ago and I wanted to feel his hot flesh inside me again.
James guided his cock head to my opening and I slowly lowered myself onto him. Inch by inch I moved down, a bit more with each thrust. I can't begin to describe how full he made me feel. It was both painful and incredibly good at the same time. Finally, he was most of the way into me and I had to stop and let my pussy adjust to him. I felt like I was being torn again, like a virgin.
I was finally ready and started to bounce up and down on him again. I absolutely love this position and I could already feel an orgasm coming on. I pulled James' shirt off and he took that as his hint to do the same to me, removing my shirt and bra and freeing my breasts. We were now both completely naked, looking out over the valley and fucking like animals. The only thing I enjoy about as much as that position is fucking outdoors and in no time, I was cumming violently on his young cock, shaking like a leaf in the wind.
Once my body settled down again James leaned me back and lowered me onto the blanket with me still impaled on him. He started to fuck me missionary style. I loved looking up at him, his youth, his hard body, the lust in his eyes. My hands were all over his body, I just couldn't resist feeling his muscles as he fucked me.
He was speeding up and moaning a lot and I figured he was getting close. "James baby, are you going to cum for me?" I asked him.
He nodded and in return asked "do you want me to already? We just started."
Truth be told, I couldn't fuck him for much longer, I was still sore from 2 days ago. I smiled and whispered "Hmmm, yes baby, please do. I want that hot young cum in me again. Fill me please!" James didn't say another word. He was fucking me hard, his young balls slapping against my ass, my pussy getting rawer by the second but I didn't care, I needed to feel him unload in me. "Yes baby, cum for me, cum in my pussy" I pleaded.
