Over the Moon

Our friendship takes on new forms with the support of a sturdy picnic table. Thank you to Cole for sharing your fantasies and making this episode possible.

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Victoria Monét (recording) 0:00
[instrumental music]

Tiffany 0:13
Hello, this is Heathen Hippie speaking. [Deep breath] The song opener for this week is Ass Like That by Victoria Monét. Thank you for joining me again for some relaxation and release. Please see my interview this week with the lovely Fée and Ray, who have excellent content on their OnlyFans @raysocean. I've also released a bonus story especially for them, well and myself. I'm finally getting the hang of this audio engineering thing, but feel free to volunteer Heathen Hive. This week's original, erotic story is called Over the Moon. A very special thanks to Cole for the inspiration. 

My friends are helping me ask you to the prom after your lacrosse game. I find that I’m less than orthodox, so I hope you’re pleased with my promposal. I walk around the open field, the bright stadium lights electrifying the green of the grass. The team smells like they’ve played hard as I approach; I love the musk and the testosterone, it’s making me more confident.

After I greet you and I congratulate you on your game, I bend myself over and pull down my pants. I know that the people in the stadium seats can see, so I’ve got no doubt that the rest of the team gets a peek at the letters “P R O M” and a question mark written across the pale flesh of my ass mooning you. You laugh and immediately say yes. How could you not with an ass like this?

We start chatting as you pack up your gear. It’s never been an issue for us. We could talk for hours while the stadium clears out. We don’t though. Just long enough to watch other cars pull out of the parking lot. Everyone's almost gone, but not quite.  You drop off your bag and you lead me to a spot, behind a pavilion among the trees outside the scope of the fields. There’s a little light shining through. The stadium is bright after all. We're sitting on a picnic bench. There's a table and we're sitting down on the picnic bench seat next to one another. 

It’s cool and dark, but excessively humid outside. I’m probably sweating off the question painted on my derriere. You touch my sticky knee and run your hand up to the seam of my shorts," This okay?” you ask me and I nod. I’m nervous to breach this new boundary in our friendship, but I trust that you’ll guide me and that you’ll ask for my permission instead of my forgiveness.

I turn my head and you lean in. Your lips are so much sweeter in their movement than I anticipated, and deliciously salty from the sweat of the game. I match your motion, your tongue, the pressure of your lips as our bodies scoot closer together and your hand cups the curve of my waist. I’m a little shaky and your other hand steadies me on my lower back. Inching down to grab at the question you've already answered.

I swing my leg over and I’m straddling your waist. Your hands start stretching out the bottom hem of my shorts, so that they can grab my upper thigh and my ass. You're pulling the thick denim crotch backward. It doesn't help that I'm grinding against youso hard right now. We're in clothes, but if we weren't I'd be riding you. We’re both breathing heavily in the thick spring air. When we pull away for a breath I ask you if i can take off my shorts. Your eyes widen, bright in what little light we have. I climb off of you and take them on your signal. 

You stand up behind me. [Two spanks] You smack my ass and your finger traces the letters painted there. You bend me over the picnic table. I’m almost 90 degrees over in front of you, arching back while you move my panties to the side and dive in. Your face is a nice seat that keeps me slick and sensitive. My legs quiver while you suck each of my lips, then hone in on my clit.

I can hear fabric rustle and I can see your shorts sitting around your ankles. You grab my hair and I arch back, turning in for a kiss. Mm now this salt is not sweat, but instead myself. It's my wetness that's got your face messy now and I’m achingly ready when I feel the tip of you moving up and down between my legs. It’s a slow entrance, and then, like the Gemini you are, you switch. Fucking me hard once you sit and relish in the hot, soft, pussy flexing around you. [Moans]

You use my hair to steady yourself; your other hand on my hip pulling my ass back. Deeper. My hands are pressing the picnic table, my knees are starting to buckle. I’m just trying to keep myself up while I take this.Exactly what I wanted. “Don’t, don't stop please, please don’t stop. Fuck me,” I beg you. 

I’m shaking closer and closer to orgasm when you finger my back hole before you. You spit on my ass to lubricate. It’s as harsh as your thrusts, but you finger is gentle, curious, prodding. I feel you press that button and I respond to having another hole filled. You’re going faster, hitting my G spot in that first hole, scratching your hand down my back, settling again on my hips as your other finger enters more and more into my ass. 

You slow down drastically. I can feel you unloading, pulsing inside me, you’re still fucking me. It's just so slow now, massaging. I wiggle myself back onto you when you go to pull out. I know there’s more to catch, but you're stronger than me and back away. You place your head where your hips just were. I flex my kegels muscles and I can feel your cum start dripping out me so that you can see.

You finger my outer labia and spread me open. Your lips find my clit and go to work. I know I'm still dripping in cum , but it’s truly the spot I want you on. I'm still so close. I press myself back as you flick your tongue. You move up and tongue my holes, while you continue to rub my clit. The table is the only thing holding me up right now. You stand up, your palm cupping between my legs, still touching my clit and you press your body against me.

I turn and I kiss you deeply. I can taste our cum mingling together in your mouth, it’s what gets me and I shake. I flex. I lsoe control and I cum onto your hand, relying on you to hold me up. [Gasps] Your hand goes still and I spin to face you. You hold up your hand, spreading your fingers so I can see the viscosity of our cum. It’s so satisfying. It makes me smile and I lick your hand clean while I stare at you.

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