Smut Marathon 2013: Round 7 ~ the adventure ends

On the same day I heard that I was through to the 7th round of the Smut Marathon II, I received the challenge for this round. Only five of us remained and I knew this one would be even tighter than the previous one.Instead of thinking that this could be the last round in which I would participate, I decided to concentrate on the challenge:

Breathe in deep. There’s that crisp scent in the air. Fall is here. At least, it is where I live. So here is the challenge for October. Please write me an erotic 500-word story on the theme of autumn. That’s my only rule. Something autumn-y.
I just lied. The other rules apply—no incest, underage, bestiality, non-con, unsafe BDSM practices, blah blah blah. But for the rest, you’re free to go. Delight me. Surprise me. Be as colorful as the golden leaves in the trees, as warm as a hot toddy, as dirty as soot on snow.
Due date: October 21st
Questions? I’m right here.

 

This was my entry for round 7 of the Smut Marathon:

First Autumn

Giggling with excitement the twenty-something girl pulled her lover off the path towards the trees and the dense undergrowth of the woods. Autumn leaves whirled around them, some kicked up by their feet, others falling from the trees in the light breeze. They battled their way through the bushes and came to a clearing. With heaving chests they stopped. She smiled shyly up at the young man, who was slightly older than she was. Excitement of their young love surged through their bodies as he pulled her downward with him.

They kissed passionately, trapping her breasts between their bodies. Her legs intertwined with his. He grabbed her wrists, rolled her over onto her back and straddled her. He pinned her arms to the damp, leave-covered underground.
“Stay still,” he said as he let go of her wrists.
The young girl watched as he unzipped her coat and unbuttoned her blouse. She smiled at his surprise when he found no bra covering her small breasts. She shivered as the chilly autumn air caressed her nipples.

“You are so naughty,” he said and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She sighed, arching her back. Will he think I’m a slut? Because I’m not wearing a bra? Because I asked him to fuck me? These thoughts flashed through her head, but her wanton feelings soon pushed them to the background. He kneeled between her legs and pushed up her skirt. Again surprise flashed across his face when he discovered her stockings and bare crotch. He looked at her with a smile.

“Please fuck me,” she said.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I am.”
A second invitation was not necessary. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pushed both his pants and underpants to his knees. His erection sprang free. The girl looked at it in awe and anticipation. He fumbled in the pocket of his coat. Her eyes followed his actions as he ripped the condom wrapper between his teeth and rolled the condom over his erection. He positioned himself between her legs, looking down at her wet opening inviting him inside.

“You really want this?” he asked again.
“Yes!”
He pushed against her opening. His hands were on her spread thighs. The head of his cock slipped inside. She gasped and he stopped.
“Go on,” she urged him and he pushed in further.
She breathed in sharply again. He saw the flicker of pain across her face and felt the clenching of her muscles around his penis.
“Do it!” she hissed between clenched teeth.
He lowered himself on top of her and pushed in hard. She groaned. There were tears in her eyes.
“Should I stop?”
“No!” she grunted, “Fuck! Me!”

Holding him close, she finally relaxed her muscles as he pumped in and out. Beautiful, the girl thought as she climaxed and watched the autumn leaves flying on the wind and landing on and around them. I will never forget my first fuck.

 

smutround7Voting opened on 23 October and ended on 29 October. The race was a tight one, but as I watched the votes come in, I realized that I had to prepare to be out of the race after this round. And indeed, on 30 October I heard that I am one of two who had to leave the race. Thanks so much for everyone who have voted for me along the way and got me to be one of the last 5 in this race! Good luck to the last three. I will be keeping a close eye on you!

The Smut Marathon was a nice exercise to write shorter stories and get to the point and the climax of a story without wasting time. Thank you so much to Alison Tyler for the opportunity to participate!

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