| |
THE TORREY PINES HIKING trail is a beautiful gem in San Diego. At the top of the trail, when you reach the cliffs, you look out into the gorgeous, glassy Pacific Ocean.
But first we have to get there.
It’s a lovely day with birds chirping and a clear cerulean sky. I wonder if those birds would be chirping if they knew what I just did.
I’ve become a completely lost whore.
I mean, my own mom?! What is wrong with me. Seriously, I’m fucked up. But at least I’m mixed in with a group of other fucked up people. Decker being the filthiest of them all.
The base of the trail is filled with people—young couples in joggers, showing off their sleek bodies. Older folks ambling up the path as it slowly descends.
The trail begins with a bit of railing on either reside. We’re railroaded in the same direction, but once we get higher up it starts to split off and we can wander.
I’m alone with Decker. After my deplorable kitchen event, Mom decided she wanted to go shopping and get some fancy new clothes. She took Arthur and Logan with her, and seemed excited about having the young studs as escorts.
I know she’ll probably be getting into something scandalous before the day is over.
I’m hoping the same thing happens to me, too. I’m giddy with excitement. The air is fresh, the plants are crisp, and I’m all geared up in tight yoga pants, a sports bra and tee, sunnies, and my running shoes.
Decker’s wearing gray sweatpants which . . . well, we all know about gray sweatpants. It’s a sight to behold, especially when you have a monster package to show the world.
More than a few passersby—women and men both—glance over between Decker’s legs as we pass.
I wonder what they’re thinking.
“God, what a titanic cock.”
“Lucky girl gets that all to herself?”
“Is he smuggling a python in there?”
All of that and more.
He doesn’t wear underwear, which I’ve come to expect, which means his dick is loose and swinging with every step he takes. He’s the peak of masculinity and he knows it.
Decker isn’t blind to the people staring at him and blushing with passing glances. In fact, he smiles and waves at everyone he passes.
Especially the girls, which aggravates me to no end.
I know he’s trying to get a rise out of me, and I’m trying not to let him push my buttons.
A pair of high school girls are walking down the hill and laughing with one another, deep in conversation. When they pass, their eyes veer to the gray sweatpants and their little eyes bulge.
They start giggling. “Oh my gosh,” one of them whispers, her words passing me by, “did you see that?”
“Fucking monster.”
I stop and wheel around, once they’ve passed. I recognize that second voice.
Tilting my head, I say, “Hey, Tash.”
It’s Natasha—the popular girl who almost didn’t want to invite me to her house party over the weekend, because she wanted to get together with Cole Beckett. Cole invited me to the party. He used to be my crush before Decker showed up and stole me away.
My former bully turns around. “Oh, hey, girl!”
I’m not even sure she remembers my name. The bitch.
Decker swings around too, and Tash and her friend immediately give him the once-over. He looks hot with his dark hair tousled and messy, his face chiseled from stone, his cock outline pure and obvious in his sweats.
Their faces redden.
“How you been?” I ask. “Killer party the other night.”
Her face lights up, now that she has something to latch onto. “Oh! Thanks. Yeah, it was a blast.”
Her friend asks, “Who’s that?” in a snarky tone, nudging her chin at Decker.
“Decker,” he says with a small wave.
I say, “My stepbrother.”
Tash’s eyes go wide. “That’s your stepbrother?”
I purse my lips. “Yeah. Why?”
She looks down at his cock outline again. “No reason.” When her eyes lift, she has that fuck-me look on her face, eyes half-lidded with expectation. She gives Decker a smirk.
He says, “Want to keep cruising, sis?”
“Yup,” I say cheerily, before the jealousy and rage can overwhelm me. I turn him around and we wander up the hill.
Natasha’s voice carries. “Give him my number for me, won’t you, girl?”
The audacity.
I don’t bother turning around. Instead, I flick my hand over my shoulder. “Sure thing, girl.”
Then we’re past them.
I smile evilly.
Decker looks over at me. “Never took you for the jealous type.”
“I’m not.” He keeps staring. “Fine. Whatever. She’s a bitch. Your dick isn’t allowed within twenty-five feet of her.”
He laughs and puts his hands up. “No argument here.” After a few more steps, he says, “Did you have fun showing me off?”
I loop my arm into his and tuck my head against his shoulder. “So much fun. Did you see the look on her face? The burning hatred?”
“Cold,” he chuckles. “But yes. I also saw her staring at—”
“Yeah, everyone saw it, Deck. It’s hard to miss.”
* * *
HALF A MILE UP THE trail, I’ve completely forgotten about Natasha and her friend. I’m losing myself to nature, but Decker is losing himself to something else. I can feel the tension in his shoulders.
Looking down and over, I see that somehow his dick seems to have gotten bigger in those loose pants of his.
“Jesus, bro, you’re gonna pop a seam.”
“Yeah, I need to do something about this.” He stops and gazes around at our surroundings. There’s a copse of trees a ways off the trail, some rocky cliffs on the other side of us, and little else.
He grabs my arm. “Come on.”
“W-What?” I gasp, but then he’s dragging me off the path, over tall grass toward the trees.
When we get there, he looks over his shoulder twice.
Then he pushes me up against a tree and I laugh. “What are you thinking, dude?”
He tugs my yoga pants down and my ass billows out.
“Oh my gosh, Deck!”
I can’t help the excitement from blooming in my belly. It starts there and ventures south.
We’re out here in the wide open world—in nature for everyone to see. Even though the trail has quieted around this part of the hike, there are still the occasional stragglers who wander by.
All it would take is a single glance in the wrong direction—or right direction, depending how you look at it—to see us.
The idea of public sex has never turned me on more.
Decker works fast, wordlessly. Once my ass is bared, he peels my thong aside, setting the strip along my right cheek. It embeds deep into my flesh.
He groans as he stares down at me.
My hands are flush against a tree trunk, the bark biting into my palms.
I hear his waistband lower, and then his cock flops onto my ass. I inhale sharply from the heat of the huge pillar landing on me. “Oh . . . shit.”
He shoves himself inside me from behind before I can say anything else.
My eyes bulge and I pitch forward, gasping for breath. “So fucking big,” I mumble breathlessly.
“Still the tightest cunt I’ve had the pleasure of filling. How do you stay like that after all the times I’ve broken you open, sis?”
I swallow hard. “Guess I’m just magic, huh?” His words are going to make me come before his cock does, at this rate.
He hilts himself, shoving his cock deep, deep inside. It feels like he’s trying to spear my womb, and my eyes roll for a second as ecstasy takes over.
A warm breeze blows through the trees and ignites my skin with pebbles of sweat.
Deck pushes hard against me, hands digging into my ass. His cock pounds, relentless, like an unstoppable battering ram.
To him, this is just sex. To me, it feels like my entire body is constricting and writhing around his massive length.
His balls lightly clap, heavy and loud.
I let out a small moan and look to my left to the direction of the trail.
So far, so good.
He pins my arms against my body, taking full control.
It’s one in the afternoon and I’m already going to pass out twice from rigorous sex, if he keeps this up.
And he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down.
He plows harder. My pussy is soaked, spilling all over him. If he’s not careful, I’m going to squirt over his gray sweatpants, and good luck hiding that.
Decker hugs me against him. His cheek falls flush against my back as he bends, enjoying himself and my body.
I think about Natasha. What she would think if she wandered through here right now and saw us.
How she would react.
Jealous rage, probably. Indignation. “Your own stepbrother?!” she would cry incredulously.
God, that would be excellent.
The thought makes me hornier. My belly tumbles with every thrust, filling with joy and bliss.
Then a voice carries through the wind, from my left.
“Jesus, you two, get a room.”
I gasp and shoot my eyes over to the trail.
It’s not Natasha, but a stranger. A man and his girlfriend or wife on the trail—a bit older looking, but still attractive.
They’re staring right at us.
Our public sex has gotten us caught, and anxiety ripples through me.
Decker doesn’t give a single shit though. Rather than quickly trying to scurry to get our clothes on and try to say “It’s not what it looks like!” or something like that, he rails me harder.
I gasp and my eyelids flutter. “I-I-I’m so sorry,” I groan. I’m nearing a climax.
The two bystanders watching—no, gawking at us—haven’t moved a muscle. Their jaws are slack and they keep glancing over at one another.
Then Decker yanks his huge cock out and wags it at them from the base. He chuckles as he shows off. “Don’t tell me you don’t want it.”
“Deck!” I hiss.
The couple shrugs.
Then they start heading through the grass in our direction.