Nonetheless, Jethro growls low in his throat, looking at my secret space.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he rasps. “So slutty too.”
Then he spits on my pussy before reaching down to rub the saliva into my back pleats.
“Jethro!” I squeak. “Here? Now?”
“Yeah,” he grunts while lining his tip up at my anus. “It’s going to be fine. Just wait, because you’ll love it.”
Then, he begins breaching my back pucker and my eyes squeeze together with the intensity. OMG, we’re having anal sex while in a tree! But it’s something he just introduced me to, and the fact is that I love it. I adore getting bottom-banged, and to be honest, at this moment we could be in the North Pole, and I wouldn’t care.
Jethro pushes into my behind and I let out a long, low moan.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Fuck, your ass feels good.”
Then my man pulls all the way out before slamming back into my bottom. The entire tree shakes under our acrobatics, and I grip a branch with all my might, tiny squeaks escaping my lips every time Jethro thrusts into my tiny canal.
“That’s right, baby,” Jethro rasps as my moans get louder. “I want you to come. Come for me, here in public. Let the whole park hear how much you love getting your butt fucked.”
I’m unable to control how good this feels and suddenly, the edge is here and I tip over. I let out a sharp scream which turns into a full-bodied wail because a loud crack rips through the air and the bottom is literally disappearing from beneath my bottom. Oh shit! The bough just broke!
As in the poem, baby, cradle, and everyone and their mother comes tumbling down. But I can’t stop my anal orgasm, and as Jethro’s cock slides out of my butt, I scream again, loving the nasty sensation. My body lands in a heap on the floor, but it’s not a big deal because we weren’t that far up. It was just a short drop and I’m more than okay.
Unfortunately, several acorns come raining down too, and when I finally come to after my climax passes, there’s an irate old man staring at my hotly clenching anus with an acorn in hand.
“Aiieeee!” he screams. “Ohhhhh!”
Hurriedly, I pull my skirt down. For some reason, Jethro didn’t fall when the bough broke, but my man scampers down moments later.
“Are you alright, sir?” he asks solicitously while re-fastening his pants. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Not what it looks like?” the old man screeches. “What, do you think I’m an idiot? I could have been killed by this acorn!”
The elderly man’s pants have a wet spot along the leg, and suddenly, the stench of urine fills my nose. OMG, he peed himself! Immediately I feel bad.
“Sorry sir,” I say quickly, scrambling to get up. “I was just watching some birds—”
“Neither of you were birdwatching!” the man continues to scream. “You imbeciles were having anal sex in a tree in a public park! I saw it! Holy fuck, I’m a gay man and I can’t un-see what I just saw,” he moans, covering his eyes. “I’ll be traumatized for life.”
“Now, now, it wasn’t so bad,” Jethro begins, but the old man literally starts weeping then.
“Do you see how big this acorn is?” he cries. “It bounced off my head and I could have been killed!”
“Well, better being hit by an acorn than by a tree bough,” my boyfriend says reasonably.
“A tree bough?” the man shrieks. “Your slutty girlfriend almost landed on me! I was almost crushed by her huge ass! I would have gotten a face-full of female butt, and that’s not my thing AT ALL! You should be ashamed of yourselves. This is a public park! Who does that?”
“Sir, I’m really sorry, but we didn’t hurt anyone, and you seem to be okay,” I venture.
But the man won’t calm down and continues to rant.
“What is it with young people these days? You have no respect for anyone but yourselves! I’ll sue you for everything you’re worth because what if I develop whiplash? I could be injured for life,” he moans.
Jethro stares at him.
“From being hit with an acorn?” he asks in a disbelieving tone.
“YES!” the old man shrieks. “You never know! These health issues can be caused by anything.”
At this point, it’s clear the man is deranged and I grab Jethro’s elbow because a park ranger’s headed in our direction and he’ll be here any moment. I sigh, my shoulders slumping. All I wanted was a relaxing day of birdwatching, so how did it turn into this? Anal sex in a tree, followed by a nasty encounter with someone who’s clearly lost his marbles. It’s all in a day’s work, I suppose.
Within moments, the park ranger’s standing not ten feet away and looks between the three of us with confusion.