Little Esme in Nasty Natureland

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Esme tried to understand the world. It was so complicated. She tried to understand herself and she seemed even more twisted and weird.Today she was wandering through the woodlands near her family home feeling lonely and confused. She was barefooted, her sandals dangling from a finger, as she walked the well-kept trails. They lived on the edge of a protected nature area open to the public. Her home was where she and her grandparents had lived all of her life. Actually, their homestead was really only about thirty minutes from the nearest community of several hundred people. Pepe and Meme had always lived here, farming some of the lands and selling some timber on occasion. Esme had joined them at an early age because her parents had needed to go off together to Africa where they studied wildlife. It was a good place to live Esme always thought. And she saw her parents maybe once a year when they came home on holiday.Just this past weekend her boyfriend had been here visiting from his university. They had been together for years now since high school and he would come down every few weeks when his studies allowed it. Esme didn’t understand the emotions she had been feeling when Andre was with her. And it had made both of them rather upset this time.She was a great little explorer there in their wilderness paradise, learning all of the trails and pathways through their own property as well as the nature area. Since it was open to the general public there were frequent visitors from the larger towns and cities within driving distance. Esme had long since discovered how to discretely observe tourists rambling through the woods. She learned so much about their fascinating habits when they thought they were alone and unseen. Behaviors that she simply didn’t understand completely.But she wanted to understand very badly.When she and Andre had been alone during the weekend they had become cuddlesome as they normally did. They were lucky to have a separate guest cabin that they could use when he was home from university. Her grandparents let him stay there if he wanted to use it. They had been lying on the bed together just chatting and kissing softly.”I like that, Dre. Kiss me some more, sweetie.” Esme was getting more enthusiastic. Kissing always made her become aroused. She would gladly lick and smooch all night if he would allow it so she was getting all the closeness she could right now spreading her juices on his face and licking it off, then sticking her tongue in and pretending they were making real love. Her hand had crept down and was rubbing his hardening cock.”Careful, hon. I don’t want to cum in my pants,” he laughed. Reluctantly she released him but continued kissing while caressing his chin stubble and running fingers through his longish hair and tickling his ear with a licked finger. She had learned these things over the years, practicing with him and seeing visitors out in the woods being playful. “That’s enough, hon. Here, let’s get undressed, okay? I’m ready to make love, Esme.”She reluctantly moved away but then eagerly took his clothes off of him before quickly removing hers. She spread her legs widely there on the bed, her knees on the coverlet, as she grasped his hardened istanbul travesti cock and slowly ran her wet tongue up the underside of his quivering member. Then she swiftly moved around so that her pussy hovered over his face awaiting his mouth on her slitty. Slowly Andre licked the lips and touched her clit that she had finally pointed out to him. She shivered and engulfed his prick, sucking it inside and biting it with her teeth.”Hey, hon. Please be careful. You know?” He had stopped licking her pussy. So she tried spreading spit on him and slowly squeezing and jacking up and down, hoping to get him more aroused. “Dre, please, sweetie. Keep licking, okay? Could you just touch my little star with your tongue, baby?” He hesitantly tried to do that, not with any enthusiasm. Then, “Dre, push your finger in. Please? Just try it. Please?”She knew her cheeks must be gleaming bright red but she needed something new. Something else. “No, god. Baby, no. I need to fuck now, okay. I’m gonna get soft here.” And with that he rose up and laid her down on her back, spreading her long legs apart and he guided his cock into her awaiting pussy. He began thrusting fast, in and out. Not taking any time, but eager to get his cum shooting out into his condom. Esme tried to tickle her clit with her fingers as he fucked her and she tweaked her hardened nipples. She wanted him to kiss her as he hovered over her but he just kept squeezing his buttocks as he fucked as fast as he could and not overly deep. He wanted to cum. He liked to cum this way. Sometimes he would let her suck his cock after he came but not always.This time he was shooting out in just a few minutes and he groaned and collapsed onto her waifish body. Then rolled over, flaccid.  Esme tried to lick his cock clean, enjoying the taste and texture of the juices, but he pressed her away, annoyingly. He was finished.Then he tried to pull her up and kiss her. “I love you, hon.” She felt like crying for some reason. She gave him a peck and laid back on the pillow looking up at the ceiling, thinking of other things she had seen in the past. She pressed her fingers into her pussy as she remembered those nastier things.Now it was the regular week and Andre had left for uni. She was exploring her world and she left the main pathway in the nature area and wandered down a trail that led to a stream. It was full spring and trees were blossoming as their leaves were bursting out in all shades of green. There were groups of Mayapples spread over the forest floor. As she approached the waterway she heard what she thought was the creek gurgling. Also, she thought she glimpsed some shapes that were moving off to the side of the path. She leaned in and around the thick foliage of a hazelnut shrub. It was easy to see what was happening. And to hear it as well. The woman was moaning as she leaned up against the huge oak tree trunk, her fingers apparently grasping the bark as she squealed. Her short skirt was raised and her panties were down around her ankles.Her hair was locked in the grip of a man’s strong fingers, pulling her head back, stretching her neck. His other hand was slapping her bare arse as she quivered and cried istanbul travesti out with joy.”Yes, oh, yes, pops. Mother of God, that’s it. Deep inside me, Papi. Fuck me with that hard cock, my love.” He ground his member deeper, jerking her head back, then grabbing her neck and the gurgling began again. He grunted like a rutting bull elk in season.”Come inside me now, pops. Please, please, please.””No,” he yelled out. “You get it when I know you need it, my little tart,” and he laughed, spreading her legs farther apart and bending his knees for a deeper up jam into that sweet pussy. “I know what you want, don’t I, little one?” He roared with laughter now. With that, he pulled out and popped his dripping prick into the quivering little brown star, that had been waiting for its turn. Maybe not patiently, but receiving it now.Not too roughly. Not at first. With tenderness and understanding, he fed his cock into her hole, now grabbing both hips to hold her tight, leaning down to kiss her neck, pressing his hardness into her as she sighed and moaned loudly. Then his hand descended again and the spanking continued. Both cheeks were red as he kept up thrusting into her arsehole. All the while, as she gazed raptly at the action, Esme had been diddling her pussy, having lifted her dress hem up and stuffed it into the belt. Her panties she had dropped and stepped out of, perfectly quiet and still, lifting them up with her grasping toes to jam into her waistline as well. Not a sound did she make. Even remembering to breathe softly in and out with her mouth wide open, making no sounds. Just the way she had learned to creep up on wild creatures in the woods.”Fucking shit, pops, I need it. I need it. I promise, promise, promise.” And he grunted and shot a wad of cum into her hole, grinding his prick deep inside, then jerking it out and ramming it back into her cunt. Faster and deeper now. Faster and deeper. Giving her what she had begged for. More cum up her pussy. Pulling out at last and letting the last few dribbles drip over her back and down her buttocks. “Suck me, princess. Suck it for me, precious.” And the girl did, getting down on her knees in the debris of the forest floor. Esme tingled but still did not have her orgasm.Still not having one as she was watching the wildest creatures in nature. A man and a woman having lustful, passionate sex.And she knew full well who both of them were as the man looked at her over his shoulder, smiled crookedly, and tossed his long tied up hair friskily.oo00ooEsme’s grandparents owned their farm along the boundary of the nature area. It was several hundred acres. It was a nice little farm with lots of timber lots.And they had, for many years, been renting out a group of small cabins for tourists to stay in. There was still a large sign over the entrance saying “Natureland” and it even had a miniature golf course. That business had closed down years ago when their age crept up to them. But the cabins were still there and friends, on occasion, would use them. Meme and Pepe were happy to have visitors who were friends from many years back as well as family who loved to stay out in the woodlands near the lakes and streams. It istanbul travesti was really more of a family affair than anything even though the grandparents, along with Esme and her parents, were the only true family that was left. Esme was the last in their line. Andre had just left one of the cabins where he had been staying during his break from uni. There was only one other cabin occupied at the moment because Esme stayed in the main house with her grandparents.The only visitors now were a young lady, Marianne, that had graduated with Esme from high school some years back and the man staying with her in the cabin. He was known as Enzo. He had been Mr. Paloma when he was a teacher in the girls’ school. Now he and Marianne were together.The couple was not really Spring and Autumn. He was not that old. Let’s say they were Spring and Summer. And he was no longer a teacher. Esme understood that he was a full-time writer of sorts now.He intrigued Esme. Back in school, it had always made her warm and rather wet, to tell the truth, when Mr. Paloma looked at her in the classroom or the hallways. Not that he had ever made her uncomfortable. Neither she nor any other girls ever spoke of him being forward in any way. But he was intriguing. Even more so now that she had seen him performing so lustfully there in the woods with Marianne. The two girls had never been close but it seemed to be a kindness for Pepe to let the pair stay in one of the cabin’s when Enzo asked.He was actually an old friend of Esme’s parents from many years back, although Esme had only truly met him once or twice before while away from school, during parties when her parents were home on holiday. Pepe knew him very well. The men used to fish together on the trout streams in the mountains north of here.So the next day, after breakfast, she set out down the pathway away from the homestead and towards the nature preserve. She knew that Enzo often took a morning walk around this time. The breeze was gentle and it was comfortably cool this day. She noticed herself skipping at one point and laughed out loud. After some thirty minutes or so she heard whistling. That was Enzo, she knew. He always whistled, making some noise out in the forest, just to let the bears know he was around. It gave them the chance to look around, then trot away, so no creatures would get into trouble.So she turned a corner in the trail and Enzo was sitting, leaned back against the trunk of a chestnut tree. He was peeling bits of leaf away from its ribs and veins, just to keep his fingers active it appeared. He smiled at her as she approached.”Sit down, here by me, Esme. Beautiful day, right? Sit, sit.” “Yes, sir, Mr. Paloma.” She dropped down beside him and wrapped her arms about her bent knees, pressing her dress against her legs firmly tight together.”You know I’m not Mr. Paloma anymore. Not since I left teaching. I’m just writing now. I’m Enzo. Yep?””Yes, sir.” And she laughed at her odd befuddlement. She was so shy with him all of a sudden. “I know the problem. Seeing me and my little one out here the other day got you in a quandary, I suppose? Nothing really to worry about. We sure didn’t mind you seeing us. You weren’t upset by anything you saw were you?”She cleared her throat. Once more. Then, hesitantly, “No, I guess not.” She began drawing her finger through the soil then flicked the dirt away from her finger. “I mean, you were doing some things. Aren’t some things really bad? I would never know who to ask that stuff.” 

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