Spring had come, the season when a young woman’s fancy turns to pussy.

Okay, so I was just speaking for myself there. But it had been a bitch of a winter, and now with the sun shining and everything green again, I felt my hormones churning and wanted to fuck every woman I saw who wasn’t wearing a parka.

I worked for the county, and my job in the spring was to check the roads around the big state park. Snow and the subsequent runoff could tear up the asphalt. I had a Jeep that could take me just about anywhere.

So I went bouncing up into the hills, stopping to take photos of any of the problem areas. I breathed in the warming air, which made my head whirl as if it were an aphrodisiac. The crisp blue sky above was such a welcome sight I felt like I should burst into song like Julie Andrews.

When I was at the periphery of the park, I stopped the Jeep. The park would still be closed until the following week. It was a beautiful preserve, with lots of trees, meadows and lakes. But at this altitude snowfall socked it in every winter and made it no place to hang out.

Still, I noticed there were fresh tire marks on the ground. Someone had driven around the gate! It wasn’t the crime of the century, but the paths hadn’t been re-graveled yet and a vehicle could get stuck in the rutted roads.

My trusty 4X4 could handle it, though, so I followed the tracks, just in case some dumbass needed rescuing. It wouldn’t be the first time. Sure enough, a quarter of a mile in I came across a car stuck in the mud. But when I checked it, I found it empty. Was somebody trying to hike out? I hadn’t spotted anybody.

I decided to head farther into the park. The road got too muddy even for my rugged ride, though. So I left the Jeep, took my binoculars and walked onward, keeping an eye out.

The beauty of the day was still intoxicating. My nipples rubbed against my shirt’s fabric, and a naughty thrill tickled me. The last pussy I’d had was two weeks ago, a woman who claimed she’d “never really been with another woman before.” Sometimes that can be fun, but this particular shrinking violet was so high maintenance that by the time we actually got into bed I was almost exhausted.

Around me birds were flitting and chirping through the trees. In the distance I heard a noise and raised the binoculars. Ahead was a lake. It was a mirror-bright oval, full of snowmelt. As gorgeous as it looked, I wouldn’t want to swim in it.

But to my shock, that’s exactly what I saw someone was doing! I focused the lenses to more clearly see a person swimming the lake’s length. Crazy. It must have been like swimming in the water from an ice chest. The individual had good form, though. After a few seconds, it realized it was a woman.

What I also saw — and what was much more interesting — was that she emerged onto the shore stark naked. She came up onto the land with water glistening on her taut physique and her tits heaving. She whipped her wet hair back and forth, sending golden droplets whizzing through the sunlight. She was utterly beautiful.

But what balls it must have taken to swim in that icy water. That turned me on almost as much as the nude body I was unabashedly ogling through the binoculars. My flesh prickled at the sight of her. She picked a towel off the ground and dried herself. As she turned, I scoped out her fine ass and let myself imagine sinking my teeth into it.

Eventually, she lay down without dressing herself. I pocketed the binoculars and started across the grass toward her. I still had a job to do. With my Jeep’s winch I could get her car out of the mud, but she needed to be at the wheel so I could safely deliver her out of the park.

I didn’t try to sneak up on her. It was bad enough that I’d been leering at her from afar without her knowing it. Then again, it was a public place, even though nobody was supposed to be there.

As I neared, I heard sounds, like someone in distress. I started running, announcing myself, “Hey, are you okay?”

When I reached the edge of the lake, I jerked to a halt. There lay the gorgeous woman, still naked. She was surrounded by a circle of weird little statues of women, also naked. But what she was doing had me staring, dumbstruck.

Rhythmic cries escaped her throat as she was repeatedly plunging a thick rubber dildo in and out of her pussy. The fake cock had strange symbols carved into the side of it, like some kind of runes or something. The knickknack statues had the look of pagan goddesses.

The woman’s heels were dug into the grass. She’d lifted her ass off the ground. Her eyes were squeezed shut and teeth bared. She fucked herself with maniacal glee. Her cries grew higher and louder as I gaped at the incredible sight.

Suddenly, a raw shriek erupted from her. Her taut body went stiff, every muscle standing out. She kept the dildo jammed into herself for a moment more, then slowly sank back onto the grass.

Her eyes opened. She’d heard my approach but hadn’t stopped. She offered me a smile and said, “Sorry. I couldn’t interrupt the ritual.”

“Oh… that’s all right,” I said inanely. She made no move to cover herself, and I just kept staring at her. Her pussy gleamed as she set aside the rubber toy.

She gestured to the array of little statuary. “It’s a hodgepodge of pagan idolatry. I do this every spring. It makes the world feel more sane to me.”

I wasn’t there to disabuse anyone of their beliefs. I started to say I would help get her car out of the mud, but she was looking up at me with a twinkle in her pretty eyes.

“Of course,” she murmured, “the ritual works better if there are two women present to complete it.”

With that she stood. Her hair was still damp, clinging to her shoulders. She stepped up to me, leaned in and put her lips to mine. The contact set off fireworks in me. The frustrations of winter had done a number on me. I wanted this woman.

I kissed her back, taking her face in my hands and mashing my mouth hungrily on hers. Her tongue met mine, and she pushed her bare body against me. Her fingers went after the buttons of my shirt. Soon I was kicking off my shoes and trousers.

The warm sunlight kissed my naked skin. I held the woman to me, kissed her deeply again, then asked, “What do we do for this… ritual?”

She grinned. “Just love each other.” She drew me down onto the grass with her, within the circle of icons.

“The aroma of her arousal was on the air, mingling with my own scent.”

She felt so good against me, and my pussy flowed in anticipation. I squeezed her tits, finding her nipples already hard. I lowered my head and nibbled on them. She moaned, jamming more of her tit into my mouth, as much as would fit.

The aroma of her arousal was on the air, mingling with my own scent. I had to get nearer to the source of her heady fragrance. I moved farther down her body as she lay back. I licked her flat abdomen, flicked my tongue against her tight little navel. Then I moved between her spread thighs.

Her pussy glistened and with my face just above her slit, I inhaled her perfume. Then I touched my tongue to her. Her taste was as fresh as her recent dip in the lake. I drew apart her folds and lapped up and down her groove.

I dipped inside her snatch, feeling her heat on my tongue tip. I lapped upward and coaxed her waiting clit, that stiff, little bud of pleasure. As I licked her, she squirmed on the grass. New moans escaped her lips, and her legs clamped my sides.

I ate her harder, sucking on her clit, even nibbling the sensitive nub. She lifted her ass off the ground again, humping urgently against my face. I slurped at her pussy until my mouth was coated with her juice.

When she came, it was with a piercing cry. As she sagged back onto the ground, I gripped her hips and flipped her over. She was surprised but didn’t resist. I beheld the twin swells of her fantastic ass.

First thing I did was give each cheek a playful nip, leaving faint pink marks. She giggled and squirmed delightedly. Then I set my fingertips to the lush halves of her butt and tenderly spread them, exposing the pearl of her rear hole.

Again, I lowered my head. Again, I explored her with my tongue. When I made contact with her crinkly ring, she groaned with pleasure. I wriggled my tongue inside her asshole. I was aware of her pulling up fistfuls of grass as the bliss shook through her body. I kept up the rimming, occasionally teasing her clit, until she came again with a howl.

I sat up with excitement boiling within me. My new lover pushed herself up. With her eyes dancing, she kissed me again, tasting everything I had tasted. She had me lay back on the grass. When she reached for her dildo, I grinned, ready to have it inside me.

She knelt between my legs and teased the head of the implement over my streaming slit. The pleasure was a ticklish delight. Then she drove the knobby rubber head past my entrance. The shaft was thick, and the carved characters made for some nice ribbing.

“She lifted her ass off the ground, humping urgently against my face.”

She pushed the toy deeper into me. Waves of sexual joy started rippling through me. I held my legs spread wide as she deftly worked the faux cock in and out of me.

The ground was soft and the sun bright overhead. A fever of rapture consumed us as the exotic faces of the goddess statues looked on. I swear it felt like the air crackled with a strange magic.

She fucked me harder with the dildo, increasing the tempo. I looked up at that exquisite beauty. Maybe there really was some female spirit that brought forth the spring. If there was then we were both a part of that. And this ritual was as sweet as sex could be between two women.

The pounding rhythm sent me over the top. Hot ecstasy welled up in me, and I came with a cry of my own, one that echoed over the lake. The pleasure took me to my limits and beyond.

Afterward, the woman licked the dildo clean and lay down with me. It felt like we had made spring come.

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