True Sex Stories: Les Amateurs d’Histoire

Those Civil War cannons aren't meant to be ridden, but they're all alone in the park.

She followed me through the branch and leaf dappled state forest and up the lichen covered steps set into the earthworks within the historic park. Sunlight flitted through the overhead trees like broken bits of glass suspended from gravity. The ancient trees and monuments bearing silent witness to our passing and our ribald impetus for being here.

Atop the man made fortifications were the cannons, antique replicas of civil war artillery, positioned as they were in the 1860s; hot and gleaming in the sunshine like die cast phalluses chained to the earth. We wove our way to the farthest one, with its large barrel pointed towards the shimmering lake, glimmering in the distance through the tree tops. I watched her run a small hand over the thick hard shaft of the metal barrel and glance back at me with a lascivious look wanton abandonment, her mouth parted and shining wetly between claret colored lips as soft as the petals of a wildflower.

I reached out to her, my large hands making contact with her caramel candied skin. I lifted her hair and nuzzled the back of her neck and growled as my cock surged in my cargo shorts. She shivered, murmuring lewdly as I stripped her clothing from her to leave her naked on the battlefield. My fingers trailed lightly over her lithe body as her heightened state of malleability aroused me all the more. My azure hued eyes recording every detail, every arc, and every curve of her smaller form.

I wrapped my left fist in her hair and pulled her head back, baring her vincible throat to my teeth, as the fingers of my right hand slide down to delve into her slick, swollen fount of pleasure; the pads of my fingers strumming against her excited clit. She murmured her approval and asked permission to cum. I denied her and slapped her pussy lightly, my fist tightening in her hair as she jerked from the unexpected slap.

I dropped my shorts, baring my engorged cock and rubbed its swollen, bulbous head over the skin of her back. I let her drop to suck it, her hands clinging to my thick thighs, as I fisted her hair and impaled her pretty little face into her throat, smiling devilishly as she gagged and her eyes swam with tears before pushing her away.

As instructed, she clambered, naked and sweating, up the large spokes of a wheel that was almost as tall as she was to mount the cannon barrel, humping her pussy on its unyielding girth, soaking its finish with her wetness. I ran a hand down the ridges of her back and between the cheeks of her ass to caress her tightest orifice as she braced herself stiff-armed on her two hands, her manicured toes and feet tucked behind her, and continued to hump the large cylinder. Her flickering shadow casting an an erotic silhouette that swayed like a candle flame across the mowed grass as she gyrated and humped and watched me slowly stroke my cock as I stood next to the cannon.

"Please Daddy, can I cum for you?" She breathlessly moaned, conveying her need for release.

She came hard and shuddering as I continued to softly toy and tease her ass, the wetness of her pussy spreading over the curve of the mounted metal. She then collapsed down, stretching herself over the slick length of cannon barrel, slithering along it like a snake on a limb as she recovered her spent energy, her clit still in contact with her berth, her pussy lifting for my fingers to slide into as my cock swelled and throbbed with want. She groaned.

"You owe me another one," I murmured with a small smile as I released my cock and wrapped my hand around her throat and pushed my fingers deeper into her sopping cunt and pulled her like a saddle from the cannon to drop her into the grass...

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