Across Two Gullies

Hiya! This is my first time so please be gentle with me:) I've read stories here for ages and have half a dozen story lines floating around. Guidance needed on that - what story ideas stoke your fire?

1) Shape-shifter (I think that's the right term - it's someone who can look like different people or animals) befriends and seduces village girl in two different human forms, one male And one female, simultaneously

2) A woman moves to a new sex-positive and very permissive community to enhance and explore everything erotic and has varied experiences of every sort there

3) A tribe of people who encourage newly turned 18-year-olds to try sex with any and all other adults in differing scenarios to fulfill every desire and learn about sex in its totality and one brother and sisters experiences

Let me know what piques your interest! Thanks!

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It's been a long time since I was home. Finally I can go check out my secret spot now that the sun is shining to light my way there. Last night we got here so late that I rushed up to bed after quick hugs and kisses. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to spend time with everybody but I want to take advantage of all the chances I can get to lay back in those sweet pine needles and lose myself to the mystery of my clit just like I used to. Recreating those sweet times has been on my mind recently and I feel giddy as I grab a sweatshirt and reach for my leggings. On second thought, I decide to change my underwear before donning the pants as I have a thing for wearing just the right panties for specific occasions. Off come my sensible nude bikini-cut pair in exchange for a dark blue satin and lace thong. That's much better.

Dressed now, I creep down the stairs a few minutes later and peak around the first floor to see if anyone's awake and, seeing no one, make a cautious exit out the back door. The aroma of the woods - so many glorious pine trees - perfumes the air and I start off across the familiar backyard to the edge of the gully. There's the big fallen tree that's been there for ages. I faintly remember when it had first fallen. It frightened and excited me to see that a sentinel seemingly so fixed and permanent could be felled in one storm and change the landscape so dramatically. Passing by I follow the path to the familiar bridge and carefully cross, stepping foot in front of foot, log to log, peeking down through the wide cracks.

Unable to help myself, I break into a free-spirited sprint as I wind around my familiar friends, these trees I've known all my life, and near the edge of our property. That familiar rush of naughtiness spreads through me as I dash across the open space to the other gully. No longer on our land, I feel like I've passed into a space where no one can find me. Mom said when I was young never to come here since it was the neighbor's land and my brain and body still react to my breaking her rule with a slight rush of exhilaration as if it was actually an ilegal thing to do. In truth the friendly neighbor never minded us tromping around his woods. I think my Mom just didn't want to search far if she wanted us in and we missed her usual holler off the back deck.

My aching pussy seems to know that I'm homing in on it's favorite spot and moisture starts to gently glide between my inner labia making me hyper aware of my need. I feel reassurance as my cluster of trees comes into view. Stopping for just a moment before I cross the muddy spot between the clearing and my safe haven, I glance around furtively, needing to be sure that I haven't been followed and am now completely alone as what must take place is of the utmost privacy. This isn't about anybody else; it's solely for my pleasure. Just a lone woman now, no partners to attend to in sight, I am safe to just be myself and explore my every nook and crevice while reveling in each sensation.

So much time was spent out here daydreaming, experimenting, and figuring out my body while I figured out myself. Who I was and what I liked then is slightly different from who I am now but overwhelmingly I'm much the same. I've just matured and gained some life experience between then and now. My feet carry me down the narrow passage that cuts across the shallow valley and up the other side where I lovingly behold my sacred space.

Ducking under a low branch and sitting centrally in the semicircle of trees, I'm awash with the feeling that I can let go here. I'm so glad it hasn't changed and I sincerely hope it never does. This small piece of Eden holds such sweet and spicy moments. The quick and coarse rubs of desperation, the tentative insertions of inexperience, the building rhythm of a body finding its groove. Looking out over my beautiful vista I remember why I was called to this island of trees in the first place. Between the view of the clearing before me and the gentle gully sloping down to unfurling ferns, my heart is filled to the brim taking in all that is offered. And behind and around either side of me and growing in an arc, my comforting protectors the trees stand guard against any approaching eyes from those directions.

Like a frustrated lover I peel my leggings down to my ankles in a rough yank and place my palm against the front of my panties, fingers cupping between my legs, holding firm pressure against the throbbing clit and outer labia. "Calm down", I think to my cunt. "I know you're excited but you don't want this to be over too fast, do you"? Inhaling deeply I steady myself so I can devote proper attention to the task at hand or, rather, under my hand.

Calmer now I draw my fingers up the front of my panties. The wetness my fingertips had encountered directly below my slit hasn't escaped me but I don't want to dive right in. This is to be a seductive act. I want to remind my sweet body of all the good feelings coaxed out of it through the years. Using just my right index finger, I lightly caress the tip of my clit through the fabric and my breath holds itself as my eyes shut. As lovely as it looks here, I can live in each touch easier without the distraction of sight. Up and down in the slightest motion I heat up my clit until it begs me to move on before it bursts into flame.

I was going to wait but I can't hold out and I drag the skimpy underwear down my thighs as my clenching vagina begs for a visit. My left middle and index finger volunteer to explore my wet opening since their slight fumbling isn't as good at efficient masturbation which allows me to keep from peaking too quickly. I'm surprised I'm already this close to cumming as I've barely done anything. Usually I don't have to employ my left hand fumble maneuver this early in the game. As these fingers explore the rim of my vagina and keep my pussy purring at a manageable level, my right hand, the one that brings so much ecstacy but is proving too good at its job today, turns its attention to my breasts.

Up under my shirt and unguarded by a bra, my nipples send signals to hurry up and touch them. Obediently my hand obliges and skims up my ribcage to the soft underboob and climbs to my hard nub. Gently caressing my nip, my fingertips ache to pinch it but I hold off until the gentle frisking has my pink flesh begging for harder touch. Only then do I let my fingers squeeze tightly and the exquisite zing of painful pleasure shoots through me evoking a desperate moan. I'm worse off than I thought. I'm close to exploding just from that and I've barely brought out any of my favorite moves yet. I'll certainly ride to ecstacy multiple times out here this session alone but usually my first orgasm is my biggest when I'm this pent up.

Since I want to savor my first climax, I remove my hands from their posts and open my eyes to ground myself.

Maybe I should take a little break.