THE MUSHROOM PICKER AND THE HUNTRESS

I got married at twenty. Beautiful and statuesque, I was immediately noticed by Sergei in a bar with my girlfriends. He came over, offered me a drink and to get to know each other in a cliché way:

— Seryozha. What's your name? What are you drinking? Let me buy you a drink!

— Alyona. But... I'm not alone... – I mumbled quickly, a little flustered.

In the end, I was already sitting with his friends and sipping white wine. He turned out to be a middle manager at a mobile phone company. He was seven years older than me, but looked great and was extremely courteous. That evening we danced a little, chatted, and he offered to walk me home. My girlfriends understood everything and didn't really object.

/> Anyway, that already late evening he just walked me home and we exchanged phone numbers. Six months later I married him. Married life turned out to be ordinary, in sex he was normal, but nothing more. The main thing he "infected" me with was hunting. Sergei himself had been going to the forest with a gun since childhood with his father and his brother.

I fell in love with the forest and hunting from the first outing. My husband patiently taught me the intricacies, condescendingly took breaks when I got very tired. The first shots were predictably misses, but on the fourth try I hit a capercaillie. However, it was awesome. I liked it A LOT. Overjoyed, I suddenly wanted to suck my husband off right there. Just quickly take his cock in my mouth and swallow his cum. I remember his amazement – it hadn't even occurred to him to fuck his wife in the forest. Weird, of course.

This strange desire for sex in any form appeared constantly after my successful shots. Over time, hubby caught on to this and trips to the forest became more and more frequent. He himself shot less, watching me more, and after a killed bird he would happily come over and practically without foreplay press me against the nearest tree and fuck me fiercely and quickly, or put me on my knees and plunge his cock into my mouth. I got soaking wet from these hunting adventures – the sight of the little birds lying nearby turned me on more than the porn we watched before having sex at home.

Life went on... We worked, argued, made up, went to the forests during hunting season. At twenty-four I gave birth to a beautiful girl, and at twenty-eight I found on my husband's phone a correspondence with some bitch from work, where they reminisced about how yesterday at lunch he licked her pussy in the storeroom. Scumbag, shit, and bastard...

He cried, groveled at my feet and promised never again. That we have a daughter! And I just didn't believe him! I didn't believe him, kill me. I didn't see honesty in his eyes. And I divorced him. I divorced calmly, he sees our daughter constantly, helps with money. Yeah, and he can take his money and shove it – by that time I was already the deputy head of legal affairs at a large, though very ossified, company. The main thing is, I took his gun! A rather expensive, Italian one. And a box of cartridges – I don't know how I didn't kill the bastard right then)))

After the divorce, I immersed myself in work, and my little girl didn't give me any free time either. In a word, work-home, all classic. My mother and father adored their granddaughter, often took her for weekends. But even rare outings with girlfriends to go dancing somewhere didn't give any inspiration to meet anyone.

About once a week, after work, when my daughter fell asleep, I would lie in the bath with fragrant foam and caress myself. For a long time, sometimes plunging all my fingers into my smooth vagina, I would bring myself to one or two orgasms, imagining some fucking in the forest, offices, apartments, parties... I'd get up – realizing it was all bullshit! This stupid masturbation didn't bring me any satisfaction. Yes, release, but... Damn, the memory of my husband's cock in my lips after a successful hunt surfaced! Where's my gun???!!!!

At the end of August, I got a license for waterfowl, marsh-meadow, and field game. I waited for the nearest weekend with a heavily beating heart. My head was full of things – multi-kilometer walks through the forest in the fresh air, shooting and masturbating after a successful shot. Yes, I was waiting for that day, I wanted all of it, my pussy was wet with anticipation.

On Saturday early in the morning, I threw the gun and a backpack with everything necessary into my old and faithful Toyota and set off. The permit was for a hunting ground about sixty kilometers from the city – I turned on KReeD and drove out of the city on still dark streets.

A couple of hours later I was already walking through the recently awakened forest. Alone. Not scary. The weather was warm and quiet, the forest lived its own life, conversing sometimes loudly, sometimes barely audibly. I breathed deeply, felt myself smiling slightly and walking, walking, walking...

After about an hour I came to a small pond and hid. From the times of outings with my husband, I knew – you have to wait for a duck here. I settled on a waterproof blanket, poured some tea. They flew up from somewhere in the distant reeds – flew over the water. Shot after shot – miss, damn it. Again and again. Hit!!!! Oh, damn, I hit. What a thrill after so much time without practice. Holy shit, it fell far away, how do I get it? The current isn't in my direction, damn it. It'll get away! It'll get away!!! Fuck, it's gone, I can't reach it)))))).

Sitting down on the shore, I sighed bitterly and thought, it's okay — the day is young, I'll succeed yet... Simultaneously I felt my favorite clitoris pressing against my panties and making itself known with a wave in my lower abdomen. No, not now. I'll walk some more.

After walking about a kilometer deeper into the forest, I heard rustling and footsteps. I slowed my pace and listened – a person. I need to signal.

— Who's there? Be careful, I have a gun – I said quietly.

— Understood. I'm a mushroom picker.

A minute later I saw a short man, about forty-five, in a waterproof raincoat and with a basket, a woven one, clearly antique-looking. He had a good-natured appearance, smiled at me:

— Oh, an Amazon, don't shoot, I'll fulfill any of your wishes – came to me in a hoarse, probably smoke-roughened voice.

I liked the tone:

— Alright, live, forest dweller.

— What's your name, daughter?

— Yeah, thanks for the 'daughter', of course, but you're not that much older. Is it okay that you're using 'you' right away?

— No problem. I'm Sasha – I live nearby, walking here, picking mushrooms, breathing the air.

— Alyona. An unsuccessful huntress for today – I answered with a smirk.

— Maybe let's sit down, have a snack – Sasha said with a smile.

— Let's – I answered, not feeling any threat.

Chatting about all sorts of nature nonsense, I realized I would fuck him. I don't know how, but I'll fuck him. He instilled in me some primordial Russian, village strength – a man with a backbone. A seasoned, simple Russian man. His humor was quite banal, so for some reason I asked off-topic:

— Sasha, are you married?

— Nah, my wife left long ago. Went to Siberia for work with our farm's accountant.

— Can I touch you? I've wanted to stroke someone like you for a long time.

— Like what? – Sasha answered, tensing a little.

— Simple and alive. Real!

Not really waiting for an answer, I took his hand. It was slightly warm, but somehow familiar. Rough, but not to the point of being prickly.

-Do you want to touch my breast? – I asked, a little embarrassed.

— Mmmmmm…… OPPPPA…… Unexpectedly…..

He unzipped my jacket, reached under my sweater and t-shirt. It was very warm there, he squeezed my right breast not too hard, kneaded it, stroked it, teased the nipple a little. Damn, waves shot through me. So many things flooded my mind!!! My lower abdomen tensed and warmed up. He kissed me immediately with his tongue and the slightly sweet aroma of cigarettes from his lips carried me away to who knows where...

I unbuttoned his endless raincoat without breaking away from his tongue. We weren't in a hurry at all and I anticipated a solid, long fuck in my head. It had already flashed through my mind how I lick his huge balls and he pounds me on the autumn leaves... Finally got to his body – he's not particularly muscular, has a bit of a belly, but that's even cool!!!! Simple and natural!!! Unbuttoned his pants... Reached through his underwear to his cock – it was already quite hard, a bit hairy, and a decent enough size for me. All good, I thought, and lowered his hand onto my thigh.

— Put your hand in my panties, Sasha... Be careful and gentle – I whispered quietly in his ear.

He silently reached through my pants to my pubic area, clearly appreciated my smoothness and went even lower, gently passing over my already swollen clitoris.

— Into the panties, Sash...

— Will do – he said with a smile – and pulling them aside, he was immediately at my already shamelessly wet lips.

— Oh, someone's been thinking about something full force!

— Stroke, Sash, stroke...

His hand moved masterfully in my wet panties, not forgetting a single centimeter of my vagina and clitoris. The movements were unhurried, but arousal grew with each minute. My climax was far off and I wasn't in a hurry to bring it closer – let it last longer, I want him to fuck me. Moans escaped my mouth, the forest listened to them, nodding its ancient mane in approval.

How long this sweet torment lasted, no one counted. But Sasha pulled back a little:

-WHEW, give my hand a break – my forest gentleman said with the same sweet smile.

— No problem. Can you stand?

— I can.

— Stand against the tree – I said and pulled up my fallen underwear and pants.

Leaning him against the nearest aspen, I quickly pulled everything off him and his cock fell out towards my face. It had been full and pulsing for a long time. The head seemed to be looking at me seriously. No questions, sweetie, now I'll lick you... And very, very gently I first took this moist flesh with just my lips. In response, Sasha let out something like a hoot and the head twitched gratefully on my lips. I continued to hold the foreskin in my lips, just lightly running my tongue over it. Alright, enough, I thought and confidently moved my whole mouth onto the hot cock. A wave washed over my whole body when it hit my throat and I choked a little – after all, it had been a long time since my mouth had held anything like that.

It was absolutely fantastic – I leisurely and with relish licked Sasha's equipment, swallowed it completely, held it deep in my mouth and moved back to the very head. I moved and moved, moaning along with him. My hand by itself dropped back into my panties and made them impossibly wet again.

— How do you want to fuck me?

— Fuck, wait a second. Let me catch my breath – you've worn me out – I wasn't watching my words, didn't give a damn about anything.

— Sit on top – Sasha said demandingly and lay down on the reddish-red autumn leaves.

— Fuuuuuuuuck, how awesome – I exhaled and started moving strongly and balls-deep on him.

And then, with some remnant of my brain, I realized I was going to cum. Yes, I was going to cum for the first time on top of a man. Somewhere in the forest, with an unfamiliar village man, whom I'd probably never see again and didn't give a fuck.

I moved, strongly pressing the entire cock deep inside me. Already not controlling the rhythm of the thrusts, I just growled and fucked Sasha.

The orgasm was rolling closer and closer, not sharply, but from somewhere far away, from the depths of my vagina, stomach, soul, heart, I don't know what other depths... And it burst out... Along with it, a scream burst from my mouth – probably scared the nearest birds and Sasha a little, who immediately joined my orgasm and I felt my pulsating muscles inside being burned by his cum...

— Came inside me, whatever – flashed through my mind for a second and my head went back into the emotions spreading through my body.

I sat for a long time still, squeezing his cock inside me. Felt my own and his tremors – what was that – god, how fucking awesome – what have I done – how sweet it is!!!!!!

I dove onto his chest. Tired. Cum slowly flowed down his cock and from my lips. Shivers still ran down my back:

— What now? Can I get off – I said to him, a little embarrassed.

— Get off, sweetie. You're incredible. You're sweet. You're fierce. – he whispered hotly in my ear.

After lying there for probably another couple of minutes, I got off Sasha, sat on the grass, finally caught my breath:

— I'm thirsty. Want some tea?

— I just have mineral water. You can have it. Take it from the backpack.

Yeah, cool mineral water would probably be more appropriate right now.

— Let's get ready – he said first.

— I guess we can.

Carefully wiping all the moisture around my vagina with tissues, I pulled on my pants with the wet panties. Sasha did the same with his cock

— Come next weekend. Hunting season is still on – Sasha offered softly and hugged me tenderly and strongly. There was a simple and pure strength in that embrace – I understood I would come, that I would call him and wanted this primal passion again and again:

— What if it rains? It's already autumn – I said, laughing.

— Next time I'll bring a tent, we'll make a little fire.

Yes, yes, of course, I'll come. I had already understood everything for myself.

After finally making myself look more or less decent, we headed back to the road. On the way we just chatted, his jokes were already funnier and more sincere. I laughed heartily and hugged him, kissing his cheek, lips, and neck. I gave him a ride to the village and he got out, waved his hand at me – simply and without pretension. We exchanged phone numbers and texted all week, discussing the weather for the upcoming weekend and what to bring.

And so we saw each other for a few more years during hunting seasons. Sex with him was very cool and I didn't want to part with him each time...