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Jenna was finally alone, at last after a whole day of family impeding her needs and desires with trivial visiting she was free. With her family asleep she crept away, clothed in only a dirty old dress. Undergarments and shoes took too long to put on, delaying her escape from her husbands bed as she passed through the poorly lit cabin. Her soft blonde hair caressing her cheeks as she breathed a sigh of relief.
Carefully she opened the door, sliding out into the cool night air where she breathed in deep. With the door shut her soon pleasures would arrive. Already her bare womanhood trembled and leaked down her legs at the thought. Like the wind she dashed away from the house, her lover was waiting and she did not want to keep him anymore than necessary. Her bare feet sunk into the dry earth of the untamed woods around her, heart in her throat as she could already feel his phantom touches.
Flesh crawling for his stone cold caressing, tongue watering for his taste. Remembering previous nights of their passion under the moonlight and stars in the dew wet grass of the most romantic clearing. Her cries of unbridled pleasure as he drove her to hights no one else could fathom.
Streaking past the old twisted oak she new she was getting close, and her excitement drove her on. Her bright blue eyes almost full of tears in her joy, soon she would spend the night wrapped around her lover and nothing would stand between them. More breathtaking quivering climaxes for her to remember when forced to bed that bastard of a man she called her husband. The memories ripping squeals of delight from otherwise wasted sex.
A smile crossed her lips, seeing him in the distance of the clearing just past the trees. With breath anew she charged ahead, eager as a child to fall onto him and clamber along his body. Bursting from the treeline across the green grass, crickets jumping away in her wake, lightning bugs setting the mood for the night with their twinkles.
Before her he stood, awaiting her warm embrace while he sparkled in the light of the moon. The small crystals of his form glittered like diamonds, his skin shades of marbled pink hues. Years of rain wearing his body to smooth curves with only one jagged end that would fulfill her deepest desires.
Just like that she fell to his form, hands stroking along the soft edges. Fingers dancing across the large rounded sides as her bosom was pressed into the smooth top that extended upward. Sighing a breath she smiled, “Oh how I’ve missed you so.” Her body ground up the angled top, legs parting as she yanked up her dress and laid her warm buttocks to the stone. Leaning forward her hands moved to grasp at the elongated end, folds quivering on the chilled crystals and leaving a wet streak.
Her bud hardened against the cold, ground into the rough sandlike texture. Eagerly her fingers pulled at her dress, hips surging forward as she did, “Please my love… I ache for you. I need you.” With the dress tossed away she sat naked on the bolder in the moonlight, large breasts still heavy with milk from the couple months old baby at home. Her hands pressed her flesh against the spire of stone, cupping around it as she moaned in her ecstasy.
Driving her hips forward in back her womanhood soaked the glittering stone beneath her, her arousal fluids thick and sweet. She had no need to touch herself, her rough lover ground on her bud and folds just right, driving her higher as her body slid against him. A climax shaking her to her core with a cry, honey squirting from her pot to drip down to the grass.
Laying on him to catch her breath her legs continued to quiver, hands still massaging her jugs and leaking milk down the backside of the stone to the ground. “M-more my love…” she whimpered between gulps of air. Hips seeming unable to stop themselves from moving again, quivering sex still leaking freely.
With her breath returned she sat up, grabbing her breasts as she rolled her hips in her own puddle of girl cum, lifting a breast to her lips to suckle as her sultry eyes fell upon his surface. Her mound slipping across him a little harder, milk passing her lips as she released, “If only I could bare your children… How beautiful they would be.”
Another moan tore from her lips, tongue hanging out as her hands grasped his spire for support, leaning forward to slid her bud across his crystals, hips just off the edge. The ungroomed hair of her sex was matted with her fluids already, blond hairs soaked and clinging to both stone and legs while it quivered. Her breath on the face of the spire, hot cheek pressed against his coolness.
Swallowing a mouthful of lustful saliva she turned, sliding her tongue along the rough surface and up to the peak. Driving forward to trail her bush and bud against the rock, tongue completing the lick before her whole body sunk back only to do it again. Her saliva wetting the stone with each pass, the shine of the crystals even brighter from the moon. Her heavy chest squishing milk between them, puddling up under her as she ground.
Just before reaching her climax she surged forward, sitting up just enough to slip his spire into her lips, drool dripping past to streak down his crystals. Hips squirming back and forth, side to side with her eager moans, slurps and the wet slicks of her sex echoing through the clearing. A cry muffled by his girth as her body trembled on him, more honey from her pot soaking his stone body, leaving his lover weak against him. Her mouth full, suckling and slurping along his shaft while her hands caressed him.
It took her a little longer to recover this time, at least until her legs were not weak from the incredible pleasure. She sat up and slowly stepped to the side, turning to straddle him with the ever erect spire behind her. Hands pushing on his slick surface she ground her wet folds back. The spire parting her hairy folds, pressing on her opening that shook and twitched. “Oh god! More! I need you!”
She rattled another cry as her bud twinged against her own chilled saliva, “Please my love! Take me!” Her body rose, standing on her toes as she slid back to his rounded point that grazed over her bush. Smiling she stood, shifting to stand with a foot on her lover and sink down the glazed crystal spire. With a heartfelt cry her body was filled, her rippled inner walls clenching around his girth, filling her about four inches before he was too wide for her to take at this angle.
With her knees she rose and fell, her sex twitching around the cold touches and warming them with her own heat. “Oh god yes, fill me my love,” she begged to the moon as a hand brushed hair from her face and up, combing it back in her fingers before gripping it tight. Her other hand cupping a breast to massage in her grasp, “Soo good! Don’t stop!”
As her legs ache for relief she turned, placing both feet on the ground and bending over. With her twinkling pucker to the sky she rocked back onto his spire, drooling in her own pleasure as her tender walls milked at the rough surface. Her warm folds suddenly tightening and pulling at his roughness, gaining him one last ecstasy filled scream before she doubled forward to the ground and laid in the grass.
Butt in the air she whimpered her delight, climax still shuddering through her body again and again in slowly softening waves. The night are cool on her skin, even her gooey, heated sex that dripped from the hairs to the grass. Weakly she turned, rolling to her back to present herself before his dripping spire and the moon. Her lips could not form words as her fingers clawed the grass from her after shocks.
For minutes she laid there, quivering from his affection before him, internally wishing that just maybe she could have one of his young. A small handsome rock baby that would grow into a massive bolder the next lucky woman could love and produce beautiful grandchildren. Shivering she came to, legs still weak as she sat up, sitting before her glistening and sparkling lover who was soaked with her honey.
Diligently she began to clean him, licking up her fluids from his smooth underside, drinking his heavy mineral taste and her sweet honey up. Stroking and petting him with whispers of love as she descended down the spire with feathered licks at first, growing to broad slurps of chilled juices. At her settled puddle she was careful to clean him well, lapping up from different directions to insure his crystals shown as beautifully as when she arrived.
After an hour of careful kisses she donned her dress and held her face to the side of his spire, looking up at the moon that still glowed, but the sky was greying from the early morning rays of the sun that would surely wake the birds and rouse her husband. With a hand she stroked him, “Goodnight my love, until we meet again.” Her face turned, lips pressing to him firmly before she licked at him, kissing deeply at his surface with a passion. Finally she broke away, tears in her eyes as if she risked never seeing him again.
“I will return to you my love… Night and night again until we can be together forever.” She stood, stroking her fingers down his spire and dipped ledge, looking back as she stepped away from him. The cold touch on her skin starting to vanish, and a sense of longing in her chest. Backing into the shadows she blew him a kiss, “I love you, my dearest and most precious gem.”
The walk home was long and tiring, but she arrived and stripped just in time to crawl into bed and close her eyes before her husbands snores stopped and he rolled toward her.
“Darling you are cold as stone, are you ill,” he asked.
“No,” she grumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around her, “Do you not have wood to go cut?” She did not care of her snarky tone as he slid from bed, sighing to herself as she wished her true lover were here to keep her in his embrace. Smiling to herself as joyous thoughts of a belly full of his young filled her mind and lulled her to sleep.