He Entered A Contest

The laptop screen showed the following:    Solve the following and win a prize: Lana “lost” a giggle wood.    Or …    Send in a story about your most unique sexual encounters and win a prize.”Do you wanna enter?” Darius, eager and slightly naive at twenty-two, asked his girlfriend Leandra, impulsive yet quick-witted at twenty-seven.”I’m game, baby, but I already know what the prize is,” she said.”You don’t,” he scoffed.Only the left corner of Leandra’s lips curled into a knowing grin.  She quickly scribbled something down on a piece of paper, punched in the code to open her small digital safe, sealed the paper in a small envelope, then placed it in and locked the door.”We’ll just open that after you get your prize,” she nonchalantly replied.***************************************************CURSE AND RUN A LAP.Leandra bounced wildly on top of Darius.His pussy-soaked cock itched for release, but he held onto her hips to control both her drastic wriggling and his eager penetration.After hours on a weekend, they had snuck inside the gated high school track.Stripped down to only running shoes, they strained to maintain orgasmic control on the large beach towel they laid down for comfort.Leandra switched from bouncing to slow grinding, maddeningly and hypnotizingly rotating her pelvis.She got up and knelt between his legs, ready to give him head.However, he wasn’t prepared for her icy, evening-cooled hands as she gripped his length.”Oh, shit!” he bellowed, immediately regretting his mistake.A promise was a promise, so he took off, hotfooting it around bahis siteleri the track while holding onto his junk so it didn’t wobble around too painfully.Halfway around the track, Darius could hear Leandra’s unrestrained laughter choke out in ragged bursts.As he completed his circuit, he trotted to their towel and panted, “You’re gonna pay for that, my dear.””Then make me pay,” Leandra retorted.Leandra flattened her breasts against the soft cotton fabric, raising her ass up and spreading her kneeling legs ever so slightly.  Pointy blades of grass stabbed against the towel, scratching her nipples deliciously through the fluffy weave of fibers.Darius knelt then worked himself slowly inside her, delighted with the sloshing sound her cunt made as she Kegel-gripped his veiny pole.He leaned forward while fucking her pussy, reaching underneath her hips to tickle her clit in time with his pounding.Leandra began to sing a half-conscious, throaty babble, smiling and grunting, moaning and humming.Her climaxes spilled out, along with a barked and involuntary, “Fuck.””Tag. You’re it,” Darius proclaimed and swatted her ass.In one almost elegant motion, Leandra smoothly rocked back on her heels from the dog pose and sprinted like a 400-meter hurdler, taking long even strides with her head held high.  She’d seem almost stately, if she wasn’t cupping her breasts with her hands for support while she rounded the course.Darius didn’t chortle half as enthusiastically at Leandra’s misfortune as she did at his, but his smug, laughter-filled mug slightly annoyed canlı bahis siteleri her anyway as she came around the bend. Her eager, breathless kisses quickly melted that expression off his face.The exertion from running meshed with the excitement of the dare and they tumbled to the ground in a sideways sixty-nine, licking and lapping each other off to an almost simultaneous and surprising release.”Goddamn,” Leandra cooed.”Motherfuck,” Darius moaned.They both arched their eyebrows at each other, got up in tandem, and jogged around the track, holding hands.***************************************************MIDDAY MOUNTAIN FUCKIn the off-season, lost on purpose in the middle of a lesser-known national park, Leandra and Darius fucked in one of the designated picnic areas, semi-protected from scrapes and nicks by a cheap supermarket tablecloth spread out on the ground.As they cuddled facing each other, the altitude made them lightheaded.  Leandra squatted in the hollow between her boyfriend’s knee-bent thighs and tensed abdomen.  She knelt to take the pressure off her legs, pressing and holding his dick just so, refusing to let go until loosening a rolling avalanche of orgasms from quim to tummy to tits and back again.Darius flopped on his back, eyes closed, drinking in the wonderful swirling weight of Leandra’s moist gash enveloping his cock.Leandra threw her head back and leaned her palms on her boyfriend’s shins, inhaling the lovely, sunbaked pine aroma of Mother Nature’s intoxicating noon.The wet, ticklish nibbling between the toes canlı bahis of her left foot made her giddy.”You do that, you fucking freak,” Leandra purred delightedly.The low and chirping barks made her snicker.”Tryin’ somethin’ new, are ya?” she teased.”What?” Darius said drowsily, bleary eyes now half open.As the angry growls increased in intensity and volume, Leandra tilted her head forward, her eyes now focused on the troop of angry squirrels hissing their displeasure around her feet.Leandra tumbled backwards off of Darius, scrambling to safety on top of a picnic table.Darius quickly twisted himself upright, crouching and waving his arms at the angry rodents.  They did not back down and approached stealthily like a gang of meerkats hassling a cobra.He grabbed the tablecloth and waved it like a matador at the furry horde.”Back!  Back!” he bellowed at them.They temporarily scattered, momentarily confused, then regrouped for mass harassment.”Fuck this,” Leandra said, and hopped off the table to gather her things.Darius followed suit, gathering clothes, car keys, and the tablecloth.They both sprinted to their rented Jetta and Leandra peeled out, leaving a triumphant platoon of hairy tormentors chattering in the distance.After an unsettling ten minutes of panicked driving, Leandra gradually came back to earth from her adrenaline high.”What the hell was that?” Darius managed to croak out between fits of nervous laughter.”Chipmunks ain’t like that in the city,” Leandra gasped.Managing to regain his shaken sense of humor, Darius said, “Headline: ‘Horny Couple Mauled to Death by Furious Hill Rats’.”Not to be outdone, Leandra volunteered, “How about ‘Randy Alpine Tourists Smothered by Angry Beavers’?””You win, you win,” Darius conceded, picking nettles out of Leandra’s hair.