{"id":39392,"date":"2022-07-11T08:05:18","date_gmt":"2022-07-11T06:05:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=39392"},"modified":"2026-02-14T22:28:09","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T21:28:09","slug":"stay-wild-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/stay-wild-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Stay Wild – An Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

Jerry slowed the pickup truck on the unpaved road in the middle of nowhere and turned left. He drove into a cornfield that was recently harvested. The over-sized pickup bucked, like a bronco, over the rough ground and the chopped cornstalks. Both Jerry and Kitty tried to keep their seats as they coursed across the land. They stabilized themselves as best as possible. Jerry gripped the steering wheel tightly; Kitty braced herself with a hand on the dashboard and the other holding a handle above the passenger door.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHang on, Kitty! This is a rodeo!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI \u2026 love a \u2026 rodeo\u2014Ouch!\u201d Her head hit the top of the cab.<\/span><\/p>\n

The truck finally eased to a stop about a quarter mile in. The headlights flicked off, leaving the two in the darkness.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis\u2019s it. Been comin\u2019 here for years,\u201d Kitty said and looked out her window. \u201cLet\u2019s have a look \u2018round. The stars are no bigger anywheres.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They slipped down out of the truck.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure is out here a ways, but those stars, so bright, are worth the drive,\u201d Jerry said.<\/span><\/p>\n

She snuggled against him, a perfect fit. She pointed out Jupiter and Mars in the night sky and outlined the Virgo constellation.<\/span><\/p>\n

He took his eyes off the sky and looked down at her.\u00a0\u201cI don\u2019t think I seen \u2018em so big before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know, Jerry, it\u2019s easier on ya neck if we lay in yer truck bed, or on the hood.\u201d She smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jerry saw her bright smile despite the night.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe bed is more comfortable, I think. No chance\u2019a sliding off. And we won\u2019t dent the bed either.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThinkin\u2019 about denting somethin\u2019 already, huh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCrossed my mind\u00a0a couple\u2019a times.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He took her hand and led her to the back of the truck. He pressed his body against hers. Their lips grazed, and he tasted her strawberry lip gloss. Pausing, he let down the tailgate and lifted her by the waist onto the edge. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to her again, opening her legs to get him as close as possible. She smelled the Stetson cologne on his neck. She bit his earlobe for playful pain. As they kissed again, she dug her fingernails into his back and scratched up and down. She felt his muscles tense in more pain.<\/span><\/p>\n

He sucked on her lower lip, then kissed\u00a0his way down to the base of her neck. He placed a kiss there and on each collarbone. She let her head fall back at the start of his exploration.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome up here with me,\u201d she whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n

She placed the heels of her cowboy boots on the tailgate and scooted back. He climbed up in one large step. Crossing the length of the truck bed in another step, he stopped in front of Kitty who sat leaning against the metal cross box. She was at eye-level with the large bulge in his pants.<\/span><\/p>\n

He reached over her and pulled out of\u00a0the\u00a0box two pillows and a thick blanket.<\/span><\/p>\n

It surprised her. \u201cYou plann\u2019 for this night or you always keep pillows and a blanket in there?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA man\u2019s always prepared. But tonight\u2019s special,\u00a0\u2018cause you\u2019re special.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAw, that\u2019s nice to say. Lay next to me, let\u2019s get comfortable.\u201d She patted the pillow.<\/span><\/p>\n

He laid down and rustled her on top of him. She felt the hardened lump against her right thigh and rubbed her body against it. The length aligned with where she wanted it:\u00a0a straight position, like the hands of a clock striking midnight.<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon she peeled off her flannel shirt\u00a0and was left with only her tight, white tank top. Leaning over him, she squeezed her arms together to emphasize her deep cleavage.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShow \u2018em to me?\u201d he asked, a pleading in his voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

She waved her finger. Instead, she reached under his shirt and ran her fingers through a thin bit of chest hair to find his nipples. Then she pinched them hard.<\/span><\/p>\n

He tried to protect himself from her small pincers.\u00a0\u201cOw! You like hurting me, don\u2019tcha?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She only pinched harder as her answer.\u00a0They tussled\u00a0until\u00a0she let him\u00a0take her wrists and pull them away.<\/span><\/p>\n

A couple of kisses later, and up came his shirt. She slipped it over his head and tossed it out of the truck. Scratching her fingernails down his chest, she stopped at his belt buckle.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her fingers ran along the waistline of his jeans. She flicked the elastic band of his boxer shorts. His breaths became faster and shorter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m looking for somethin\u2019.\u00a0Think I\u2019m gonna find it?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYea, you gonna find it, trust me. And you\u2019ll love it\u2014all of it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops. Like his shirt, she sent it overboard, lost, for now, in the darkness. She unsnapped his pants and undid the zipper. But she stopped.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI need attention before anything else.\u201d She reached under her shirt and unclasped her bra. Her heavy breasts drooped. She raised the nude bra up above her, drawing his eyes, and then dropped it on the truck bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

He wanted her to go further on him, but he was willing to attend to her. He reached under her shirt and lifted it up. He saw her deep bellybutton appear and a rounded midriff.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPull it off. My girls need your lips and tongue.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Taking it higher, out fell two large breasts. Her nipples were small compared to the breasts\u2019 size, but they were hard. He tossed her shirt out of the truck, like she had with his clothes.<\/span><\/p>\n

He grabbed her tits and she leaned in so he could fill his mouth with as much as possible.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet me feel you work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His lips circled her nipples and he felt up the other breast, squeezing and kneading. While he sucked, he pinched and lightly tugged at the other nipple. She relished in the thrill of him and his mouth. She knew something else would take her to the brink later on. Soon, he switched breasts, twisting and nibbling, for the sake of equality.<\/span><\/p>\n

A few minutes later, in the truck bed, they both lay topless, enjoying the night. On her back with her hands behind her head, she was in full view\u00a0of the moon,\u00a0stars,\u00a0and Jerry,\u00a0and willing to be explored. He ran his finger gently along the side of her right breast, then up and over. He drew a small circle between the two and outlined the left, as if writing calligraphy across her chest. His finger moved down the center of her stomach and looped around her bellybutton. Like her before, he unhooked her belt and its large, metal buckle. He slid it to the other side of the bed. Kitty let him continue. He unsnapped the button on her tattered cut-offs and lowered the zipper slowly. His eyes were transfixed on what was underneath.<\/span><\/p>\n

Kitty wore a tight pair of purple panties, a tiny bow on the waist band.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait,\u201d Kitty whispered, putting her hands on his, which were ready to move into the panties.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYea, wait, I ain\u2019t ready yet.\u201d She sat up.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot ready? What do I gotta do to make you ready?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s go skinny-dippin\u2019 first. A creek\u2019s near here, down yonder. I never done skinny-dippin\u2019 before \u2026 with a guy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI bet that creek\u2019s cold \u2018nough to freeze the teat off a frog.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll have\u2019ta warm it up, or stick close to stay warm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll be warmer right here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBeat\u2019cha there!\u201d Kitty pushed him away from her and scrambled over the side of the truck. She jogged through the field, tits bouncing back and forth wildly, going toward the sound of the babbling water.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, Kitty, why do you gotta do this? All teasing me and stuff. It ain\u2019t funny. I\u2019m\u2019a getcha though.\u201d He slid into his boots, found his shirt on the ground, and then trotted after her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nearing the creek, he called, \u201cKitty, you feel how cold the water is? So cold you can\u2019t answer me. Should\u2019a stayed in the truck, looking at the stars.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He stepped closer, trying to see her in the water, despite the darkness. \u201cI c\u2019ain\u2019t see you, Kitty. Where\u2019re you?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

No answer. He didn\u2019t hear any splashing either.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKitty \u2026 O, Kitty,\u201d he sing-songed.<\/span><\/p>\n

He tried to play along with her trick while not being caught off guard and shoved in to\u00a0the\u00a0creek as a practical joke. Skinny-dipping was her idea, and he didn\u2019t want to go in first, especially if she had no intention of getting wet.<\/span><\/p>\n

He hadn\u2019t found her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKitty?\u201d he called more worried now.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

She had all but vanished, and, no doubt, wasn\u2019t willing to give up her hiding spot until carrying out her devious plan.<\/span><\/p>\n

He took one more step along the bank and nearly slipped. He kept his footing, but then his truck engine started up to a roar. The headlights flicked on. He was blinded by the high-beams, which cast long shadows to the opposite creek bank and beyond that. He raised his arms to shield the brightness and called out. However, no one would have heard his loudest shout when the engine revved and roared.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jerry knew the transmission was being revved to its red line. He shouted louder and waved his arms more fervently. \u201cDon\u2019t mess up my truck, Kitty!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He heard the transmission engage, and he screamed in terror. \u201cKitty! Quit!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The rear tires spun, churning up dirt, digging deep grooves. In wild reaction, fearing the truck was about to lunge toward him, he jumped into the cold creek.<\/span><\/p>\n

He wailed again. This time, it was an amalgam of chilly water and a fear of a ruined pickup. He scrambled a few yards up stream to be out of the truck’s way. He knelt in the water, waiting, watching the truck. Then the headlights went dark. The field was black as his eyes adjusted for a moment. Slowly, the full moon\u2019s light transformed the field to a shimmering silver, except for one dark spot, the dark outline of his truck.<\/span><\/p>\n

A moment later, he heard the door close and a few crunches coming toward him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jerry stood up in the thigh-deep creek, water dripping from his clothes. \u201cKitty, do you know what you did? Messin\u2019 up a man\u2019s truck is like starting a war, girl\u2014world war three!\u201d He pulled his shirt that was stuck against his torso. It only slapped back into place against him.<\/span><\/p>\n

A curvaceous form appeared on the creek\u2019s bank. \u201cReady for a world war? I don\u2019t think you can handle me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKitty, Kitty,\u201d he said as he sloshed through the water to the bank. \u201cI am so ready. Ready for anything and everything. You messed with my pickup.\u201d He climbed out of the creek, and Kitty squealed. She dashed away like she had before.<\/span><\/p>\n

He gave a controlled warning. \u201cKitty, stop. Better come here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She paused in her stride but didn\u2019t turn. A hint of rebellion in her pause.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did I just say, Kitty?\u201d Jerry stared at her moonlight form. She turned to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

He noticed she was wearing her flannel shirt again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome here,\u201d he said firmly when she didn\u2019t move. He repeated his command and pointed to his feet. \u201cGet over here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She took small, cautious steps, like a young daughter who knew she would be spanked when within her father\u2019s reach. The chopped corn stalks crackled under her cowboy boots with each step, getting closer to Jerry.<\/span><\/p>\n

When close, he swiftly snatched her in a bear grip. In a tussle, he soon pulled her next to him and under his soaking wet shirt.<\/span><\/p>\n

She squealed while he loosed a laugh of a mad hatter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEw yuck! You\u2019re soakin\u2019 wet!\u201d she shouted and tried to wriggle free.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not getting free. You\u2019re gonna get cold and wet too.\u201d He kept her trapped under his shirt and bear-hugged her so she could not escape. But he released his hug immediately when he felt a nip on his tightened nipple.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cQuit that,\u201d he said, backing away from her, only to hear his shirt stretch.<\/span><\/p>\n

She escaped from under his shirt but could not get away. Jerry grabbed her arm and, in a moment, hoisted her over his shoulder, her ass pointing to the moon.<\/span><\/p>\n

She squealed again while pounding her fists on Jerry\u2019s back and kicking her feet wildly.<\/span><\/p>\n

In spite of her girly antics, Jerry controlled her. \u201cNow,\u201d he said, \u201cyou need to pay up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She beat him wildly as he trudged forward to his truck.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not lettin\u2019 you go, Kitty. Kick all you want. You\u2019re mine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I\u2019m not. No, no way,\u201d she said through a laugh, a shout and exhaustion. Finally, she gave up. Her body hung over Jerry\u2019s shoulder until he came to the tailgate. He set her down on it. She slumped, tired from the kicking and shouting and laughing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Finally, she looked up at the man in front of her. He was strong, clear in what he wanted. He wasn\u2019t the guy from a half hour ago. This was a new man. He wasn\u2019t asking and prodding her gently. Jerry was firm and direct. She liked this new persona.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou going to punish me here?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou want some punishing, do you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She wore a smile of desire.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jerry took her flannel, and before unbuttoning it, she yanked it open. The buttons popped everywhere, gone, unseen.<\/span><\/p>\n

The pair fell into a heated kiss. Their passion was born from delayed gratification, a cold creek, and a night of back-and-forth teasing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jerry reached through her open flannel and felt her large breasts. Her hand then went to feel the growing length in his pants.<\/span><\/p>\n

She broke the kiss. \u201cNo shrinkage, is there?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo cold creek could shrink me.\u201d He moved her back to the pillow in the truck bed near the cab.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her breasts flapped side to side as she scooted back. She undid her cutoffs and pulled them down. He dropped his pants. She was in an open flannel and purple panties with the tiny bow on the waistband. He was in dark boxer shorts. Their hands pulled and grabbed until he was naked, and she was only in her panties. He got on top of her. He kissed her abundant breasts. He licked all over them, nibbled on them and then prodded them with his tongue.<\/span><\/p>\n

As he moved on, she gathered her voice in her enjoyment. \u201cI have a tattoo. Did you know?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He raised up. \u201cNo, no I didn\u2019t. Where is it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou wanna see?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

He had to pull his mind back from sex-craziness and into real life. \u201cYou playin\u2019 games again?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

She reached to his face and brushed her palm against his cheeks. \u201cThis ain\u2019t a game.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He backed off of her so she could move.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOff the truck,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

He backed away further and ended up standing on the ground at the truck bed. She backed up, on her hands and knees backward, ass high.<\/span><\/p>\n

She stopped when his hands touched her. \u201cTake down my panties, slowly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His fingers ran along the elastic band. At her hips, he pulled them back. Soon a small tattoo appeared on her pale butt. In a thin cursive script were the words \u201cStay Wild\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n

He kissed the tattoo and asked, \u201cYou wild?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She just moaned softly.<\/span><\/p>\n

He worked the panties over her round cheeks. As she felt cool air surround her, she turned her head toward him. \u201cDid I say you could take them down?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t answer. He only let the purple panties drop down her legs, caught up at her cowboy boots.<\/span><\/p>\n

His hands pawed her large ass. His fingers touched and felt deep. When she cooed, he guided her off the truck to stand backside to him.<\/span><\/p>\n

She flinched when she felt his cock press against her pussy. She looked up and saw a drifting cloud block the moon glow.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jerry entered her wet pussy and sharp pangs hit her body. The pangs were followed immediately by a warmth that flowed from her core out to the tips of her toes as he pulled back his cock, so only the head remained enveloped. The rush of pangs and pleasure continued as her wetness had fully coated his dick.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, yes,\u201d Kitty managed to whimper.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hearing her words, Jerry upped his pressure and speed, his stomach tensing and his heart pumping. He tried to speak, but both his mind and body were grunting mentally and physically. In his stead, the pickup proudly began to creak and cheep with his thrusts.<\/span><\/p>\n

She urged and encouraged him. \u201cYes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.\u201d She reached between her legs to massage her clit in tight circles. Her body jolted. Her massaging sped up.<\/span><\/p>\n

As Jerry\u2019s body straightened and his lean torso flexed, she grabbed the nape of his neck to brace herself for the joy that was about to come. Her back arched as Jerry dug deep, making her flesh to jiggle.<\/span><\/p>\n

In his push he gripped her hair and pulled her head back. She saw the cloud had passed, and the moonlight shined bright. Jerry, stretched over her like a howling wolf, hissed and grunted. His breathing begins quick successions of staccato inhales. They sped up, until there was a sudden pause.<\/span><\/p>\n

A tense moment later, Kitty felt his explosion in her. Getting him, her body twitched into a contortion and a surge of prickles and waves of warmth, blurring her mind. Pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

As the pleasure eased over the coming time, the moon unclouded, and Jerry was lying next to her in the truck bed, drawing calligraphy over her breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat tattoo\u2019a yours, you know, matches you good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou one of the only ones to have seen it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI hope it stays like that too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTreat me good, boy, and it will. And just lettin\u2019 me drive your truck ain\u2019t treatin\u2019 me good neither.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can treat you better than any truck-drivin\u2019 boy can. But I c\u2019ain\u2019t understand you skidding out my truck.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCheck the tattoo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI gotta be careful of you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, you do. Stay on my good side.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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