Hannah and Brady had decided to get away from the kids for a bit.
These horn hunting trips were fun, and more than just camping. Brady always needed something more than camping, and when he was happy the family was happy. For Hannah though, as the mom, this was a ton of work.
If she thought about too much, she’d work herself up into a pissy mood, and she had goals with this ride.
Brady had wanted a new ATV after they’d gotten rid of their first two and trailer, so she’d stated he could, but they’d have to discuss having a third baby.
And they had discussed it. He wanted to wait, she didn’t want that much of a gap between the kids.
It was an- ongoing discussion, but overall they were happy together and with their lives.
The two of them bounced along the dusty trail with their plume of dust being carried of by the warm eastern Idaho wind. She rode behind him, sunglasses on her pale green eyes and shoulder-length, platinum blonde hair in a bun, clutching his body to stabilize herself and to enjoy the closeness. And also to enjoy the angle of her jeaned hips on the seat, her legs spread naturally due to the design of the machine. Her clit pushed deliciously into the foam, the vibrations continually sending tiny shocks through her system.
He in turn enjoyed her body against his, and especially her white tank top covered, C cup tits being pressed into his shoulder blades. Little did he know her nipples were getting harder and harder against her bra with each minute they rode.
It was at this moment that Hannah thought of the BBQ from several weeks before, and how her friend Jenny had suddenly pulled her husband Steve into their powder room and had sex with him.
The boldess of it had ignited something within Hannah herself, who’d in turn taken Brady upstairs and allowed him to plow her vigorously. They’d both cum, her several times, in a matter of minutes. Their friends had given both couples good natured grief for their impetuousness, and it was of course still talked about.
Neither couple really cared though.
And as Hannah thought of that day, she did the math and realized today was one of her most fertile.
They came up to a bend in the trail with a gorgeous view of a whole ridge and Brady pulled the ATV over to a stop. He rose and climbed off, getting his binoculars out and began glassing the hillside.
Hannah made her decision and hiked her leg over the seat in order to put her left toe on the heel of her right boot, slipping it off, then followed by the other. She stood on the floorboard and undid her jeans, sliding them and her plain bikini cut grey panties over her plump MILF ass and down to her ankles.
She reached down, pulled her boots back on then pulled her leather belt from her jeans. She seated it around her shapely hips, then reached under her tank top and unclasped her bra, pulling it free and onto the floorboard of the machine with her jeans and underwear.
Lastly, she pulled the front of her top down so her tits were exposed. What warm blooded male could resist?
She walked up to Brady and without ceremony knelt in front of him, staying on her feet so she was kneeling obscenely, her knees spread wide.
The breeze had made most of the noise she’d made imperceptible to her husband, he only noticing when she’d come near, and that wasn’t out of the ordinary.
What was unusual was his fly suddenly being undone, his glassing immediately stopped to look at his mostly undressed wife fishing his eight and a half inch cock out of his boxers and jerking it off as she looked up at him with a smile.
“Brady?” She asked coyly, kissing his quickly hardening mushroom head. “Can I please suck your cock?”
“Hannah, what the fuuu- uh fuck,” Brady said, her tongue running up the length of his shaft before twirling around the end, her hand still clasped around the base. “Uhh, uh, fuck woman. Ahh god damn!”
She’d not really waited for his permission, engulfing as much of his cock inside her hot, wet mouth as she could. She wasted no time in bobbing her head, keeping her hand at the base to keep herself from gagging.
She’d had a bit of a wild youth, but she was still human and maintained a healthy gag reflex.
Brady though had gone from looking for antler tips in his 10×50 binos to suddenly having his tool worked over by his wife.
But she sure didn’t look like his wife in this moment. He could she glimpses of her boots on her feet, her naked ass with just her belt around her sexy waist. Her boobs were out of her shirt and while her one hand was around his meat her other was down in her crotch, moving in the telltale motion of frigging herself.
It was several minutes later, when she was looking up at him with those pretty green eyes, moving her face along his fully hard cock when she stood up, remaining bent over at the waist but blowing him at the same time, her tongue playing along the underside of him that he couldn’t take it anymore and needed to act.
He dropped the optics and grabbed her head with both hands, taking charge and pushing her down himself with force, her hand having nowhere to go but to his thigh to steady herself as she fully gagged and choked.
Brady didn’t care in the moment though, feeling the back of her throat hit his tip and shoving further anyway. When she coughed it opened her up and he went further, her nose finally pushing into his stomach.
He thrusted several times into the fuck hole that was her mouth before he let go of her, allowing her air and a reprieve.
*Cough!* “Fuck baby!” *coughcough!* “Got you going huh?” She spat out, standing upright.
But Brady was the man in their house. She was his woman.
She’d wanted to fuck around? Well she was about to find out.
He pushed Hannah towards the ATV, her stumbling the several steps with his force, her hands going to the side of the rear rack before being able to turn towards him. His eyes had a different look to them as she leaned her ass up against the metal rack.
“You sure the fuck did,” he said, not pausing or asking.
He grabbed her left leg and lifted it, unceremoniously plunging his dick inside her sopping wet cunt all in one glorious thrust as her booted foot rested on the floorboard.
“Ahhhh! Oh, god!” Hannah screamed, her slit so lubed by her thoughts and ministrations that all she felt was pleasure as her tunnel was stretched around the invader.
Brady grabbed her right hip as he wasted no time, slamming into his wife with hard, forceful pounds. If she wanted to act like a slut, he was going to fuck her like one.
“Ahh yeah, fuck yeah baby,” he said, hips pumping away at Hannah’s gash now with more speed instead of strength, savoring the feeling of her heat wrapped around him properly.
“Oh, fuck,” she said, her whole body moving with each hump. “You, feel, so, good. Ah, ah, ah. You’re, gonna-a, ma-ake, me-e, cum-mm-mmm-mMM- MM-AH-HH-FAH-AH-AH-UCK!” she said, then screamed.
She was orgasming. Here in the woods and wilds of Idaho. Being taken by her mate like countless females from eons prior, her flesh milking the organ that would make her round with child.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh” he merely said, satisfying his basest instinct, his length mostly buried within her quivering and gripping snatch.
Again it was her eyes, her eyes that caught his at the tail end of her climax, squinted with exertion and pleasure but opening enough to see his that, combined with her words, made him unable to hold back.
“Do it Brady. Give it all to me.”
“Ugh-fuck! Huh-huh-huh-huh-UGH!” he gritted through his teeth as his balls boiled and his seed rocketed out of him and into the canal of his female.
He was thrusting wildly, gripping her ass more than her hip as he pumped her body full of potent semen, eventually coming down and catching his breath.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. God, damn. That was amazing,” he said, spent.
But Hannah was a woman. And right then she was a woman on a mission.
She brought her left leg down to the ground as Brady fell out of her pussy, quickly turning and arching her ass out before reaching back and guiding his still hard enough member back into her cum-filled hole.
“Wha-oh god damn!” was all Brady could get out as his wife thrust her ass back against his hips, stroking his cock with her already white-coated walls in order to maintain his stiffness.
“I’m not done with you honey,” Hannah said, looking over her shoulder and smiling, taking him inside of her again. “You need to pump another load in me.”
Brady’s head came upright from its tilted back position. He’d enjoyed the orgasm immensely, and had been looking up into the trees as she’d begun fucking herself on him, but her words brought him back down.
“Oh- is that what you’re doing? You’re looking to get knocked up?” he said, looking her square in the eye as his energy renewed with his clearing mind.
She chuckled as his prick within her was stiffening more than it was deflating, “Well it’s working so far bab-AH! Ah, ah, ah, huh!” Hannah had started to goad him, but his sudden grab of her belt and violent thrusts into her cunt stopped her words and forced feminine moans from her instead.
“You’re, fucking, mani-pulating, me, into, pumping, a kid, in, you?” Brady grunted each word, unrelenting in his carnality.
“Ah, ah, ah!” was all she could say in response, her nipples hard as erasers moving with her breasts to their rhythm as Brady put his own thumb in his mouth, adjusting his other hand to pull on the belt with each thrust, driving ever harder into her vulnerable snatch.
Then Brady suddenly stopped his pounding, Hannah’s body moving on its own for several moments before he grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards.
“Fine bitch,” he seethed into her ear, placing his saliva coated thumb at her anal entrance, his fingers pulling on the belt, her eyes going wide. “Then I’m going to knock you up properly.”
His digit breached her backdoor in moments, fully seated and taking her tight, final virginity, held in place one-handed by his grip in her hole and the leather in his fingers.
Even with all the sex she’d had in her wild years, all the cocks she’d sucked, cum she’d swallowed, loads on her face, chest, stomach, back, ass and up her tunnel; after all these years with Brady and the countless boat fuckings, back country car rides with road head and spontaneous fingering, all the seed she accepted into her vagina in the erotic and romantic efforts to have their three kids, she’d never let anyone play with her ass.
“Ohh, oh god!” she exclaimed, unable to stop herself from pushing back on the second intrusion, a type of instinct taking over her body and craving more penetration.
She saw stars as his dick thrust for the second time, rubbing delightfully against her other invader through her inner wall, a wordless scream silent from her open mouth as her eyes rolled back in her skull. Her legs shook as her pussy exploded around the stiff rod running through her sheathe.
Brady felt her heat and orgasm not only in the clenching flesh around his pole but in her ring squeezing down on his thumb.
He chuckled as he wiggled it around.
“Yeah, there you go you fucking slut!” he smiled triumphantly as he really began pounding her, fucking her ass now with his hand alternately from his cock in her insanely hot pussy.
They fucked like animals for several minutes, with no words spoken. Just primal animal grunts and moans.
Brady was taking his woman, intent on blasting her womb with the fluid that was designed by nature to ruin her lithe, 36 year old body.
She reveled in giving herself fully to her stud, no longer squeezing her asshole but just relaxing it and allowed him to finger her with unbridled, short jabs. He’d possibly put his baby in her already, but god this was good.
“Oh, fuck,” she said, turning her head despite his hold. “I’m going to get so big. Everyone’s going to know you pumped me full. Oh god, honey! You’re going to fucking destroy my body again!”
Her eyes had gone from passion-filled as she talked to squinting with ecstasy, her whole body rocking with his power.
“Argh-uh, fuck!” Brady exclaimed, finally letting go of her hair to grab her hip, his balls letting go as well.
Hannah knew her husband’s cock well, knew him well, and knew she’d sent him over the edge. She felt the penis swell within her cunt, his pelvis grinding into her ass, his thumb having hooked up and was helping to drive his weapon into her further.
She was still breathing hard from her latest orgasm, and was happy she wasn’t coming still.
She wanted to feel every single moment of this, her last impregnation.
She swore she could feel the cum pulse down his shaft, depositing deep within her stomach. A heat radiated from within her, just below her belly button, and it got warmer are larger as he held her tight and humped her naked ass.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Brady grunted, putting all of his being into injecting his wife with his cum, planting his seed as deep as his cock could reach.
She felt every ounce inside her, destined to make her belly bulge, her tits swell, her gaite become not a seductive sway but a motherly waddle.
Everyone would know she’d laid down for him. That she’d allowed him to dump his cum into her. To use her. She shuddered, looking down at her flat tummy, knowing wouldn’t last.
Finally he let go of her hair, allowing her upper body to fall forward. He was most certainly out of breath, and Hannah was breathing heavily. He remembered where his thumb was and wriggled it again within her.
Now that they weren’t actively fucking, Hannah immediately clenched her ring reflexively, holding him in there.
“Hey! You asshole! Careful!” she said, looking back at him and his now quickly softening dick sliding part of the way out.
“Naw naw naw, this is your asshole,” he said, pushing his hand and eliciting a squeal from her.
“Ah, hey, stop it!” she said, but laughed slightly.
Brady laughed too and pulled his dick from her loose pussy, then slowly retracted his thumb, making her sigh when it was out.
“Oh babe, that was fucking amazing,” Brady said, stepping back from her a few feet.
“Yeah, I know,” Hannah said with a grin, finding her panties and getting them on first, over her boots.
She could feel her double load dribbling down her inner walls. She wished she could-
She walked around the ATV, then sat her pantied ass on the seat sideways, leaning back while holding on to the bar of the rack and the handlebar. The move made Brady groan out loud as she simultaneously craned her head back to look at him upside down, and brought her legs up, tilting her hips.
“Brady,” she said seductively, “Will you please come clean your cock off in my mouth while your cum knocks me up?”
Brady took a deep, smiling breath as he shuffled up to his open mouthed wife.
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Thank you for reading. -CH