1. Wild Encounters


    Date: 2/3/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Sandy2Moon, Rating: 25, Source: LushStories

    felt as good as that of warm flesh entering my flesh. I rode him as he thrust his cock to meet me halfway. Absolute pleasure filled my being, erasing all thoughts and emotions. We melted into one being, one with nature, and one with the universe. My mind went blank as I howled to express the explosion of my orgasm. Jack shot his seed into my sterile womb. I fell onto his body, exhausted, the world around us covered in silence. Walking back to our vehicle on naked unsteady legs with semen leaking from my pussy, it was as if covers fell off my eyes and all my senses. My mind was no longer busy with irrelevant thoughts about the encounter. I was at peace with myself and the world. I could hear a bird calling his mate, a snake slithering across the dry leaves under foot, the monotonous shrill call of an insect in the midday heat. I didn’t know any of the names of the birds, trees, insects or animals, but I knew their and my nature. Driving back to the camp, with Jack, my new lover, behind the wheel, I couldn’t believe what had happened to me and what I'd done with this hunk of a man. This was my first time in Africa, in the bush, being touched by a wild animal and for the first time in seven years making love to a man. Maybe I have been touched by something, but I was from London, living in Kensington as a sex therapist. The only nature I knew was my own body and those of other women. “You know what it means. Don’t you?” In the past hour everything had changed forever. “That I ...
    am mad? That the African sun fried my brains and my shame?” Then it occurred to me. “You’re not married, are you?” “No, but I am in a relationship.” “Oh, god no. I am sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” I felt my nakedness more than ever. I wanted to disappear in a puff of smoke. “I’ll tell her that I forced myself onto you.” “You can tell him .” “You’re gay and you just fucked a woman…?” “Bi, actually. I am bisexual,” Jack said as he slowed down to let a rhinoceros pass. “I love pussy as much as the next man, but I also love cock as much as the next woman or man.” “Oh. Okay.” My emotions and thoughts were so scrambled that I couldn’t rely on them to get me through the drive back to the camp. I had to revert back to my training as a sex therapist. It was my knowledge of sex therapy that got me the invitation as keynote speaker to a World Convention of Ecotherapists in South Africa. My thesis was that when we honor women’s bodies, we would honor nature. This wasn’t something new or a startling revelation, but the ecotherapists loved the idea. I supposed that they were just as horny as the rest of us. “To get back to my question,” insisted Jack. “It means that you have to present your lecture and walk around for the rest of the week in the clothes you have on now.” “Ladies and gentlemen. It gives me great pleasure to present and introduce to you our keynote speaker, Clarisa Keller,” said the MC for the evening, a distinguished ecopsychologist from the USA. “Clarisa is a sex ...
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