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If You Go Down To The Woods...

By: Llacheu



The Boxing Day walk had been an excuse to extract Emily from the ancestral pile, before her graceless behaviour and cutting remarks placed any further demands on the seasonal goodwill of kith and kin. Now, as she trudged ahead, up through the bare wood of tortured hornbeam coppice and straight thick sessile oak, her rubber wellingtons pulling against the deep cloying mud, I found myself contemplating those fleshy mounds encased beneath the taught blue denim, and wondering if perhaps there might be no more propitious occasion to take my wilful new wife in hand. 

Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a slight, alert form watching us intently through the trees. "Emily," I said keeping my voice low, "look a muntjac."

"I couldn't give a flying fuck if it was an Irish Elk" she snapped, causing the deer to skitter off into the wood. "My toes are frozen, I'm splattered with mud, and you know what.?" she snarled, turning to face me, "I don't believe you know where we're going. We're lost aren't we?"

"No", I answered through teeth a dentist could have taken an impression of, "the road is just over the rise."

"Whatever, let's just get back to the Addams family."

"Emily that's enough! Come here". 

She stood rooted, the defiant cast of her mouth betrayed by an uncertainty in those green flecked hazel eyes beneath the thick spectacles. In her bobble hat with the auburn curls peeking out she looked adorable, and for a moment I thought I might relent.  

"You can fuck off," she snarled, turning away from me with such a ludicrously exaggerated throwing back of the shoulders and toss of the head that it could only be described as a flounce.

I swiftly closed the few steps between us and grabbed her hand in mine. She pulled away from me, but without real strength of purpose.

I had seen what I needed, a large windfallen bough. I dragged her across to where it lay, and seating myself, pulled her firmly down over my lap. Grasping her right wrist in my left hand I pulled it up behind her back. She gasped, and I loosened the half nelson a little, but keeping the hold tight enough to give me control should she struggle. 

I whispered a silent prayer that what I was about to do would turn out for the best, and raising my right hand, brought it down upon the bedenimed butt. 

"Ow," she complained outraged as I brought the hand down again, "You can't do this."

"Oh yes I can young lady," I responded with rather more confidence than I felt, aiming another swat at the wriggling rear. 

"It's not fair," she spat, and I tightened my hold a little to still her writhing. 

"I'll tell you what is not fair..." and, as I continued to lay down a slow but steady barrage of swats, I enumerated her tantrums and bad manners over the season of goodwill and all the many ways in which she had caused me to squirm in embarrassment.

As I fell into a comfortable rhythm, being careful to pay equal attention to each ample globe, she ceased to squirm under the rise and fall of my palm, and began to whimper softly. I swallowed hard, but did no desist immediately, forcing myself to finish what I had started. My cock had begun hardening as soon as I landed the first blow and was now rigid in my pants. As my sobbing wife lay draped across my thighs she could not but be aware of the throbbing phallus as it pressed against her. 

We both, I felt, had had enough, and letting go my grip I gently raised her limp body. Cradling her with my right arm, I hooked her under the knees with my left, and sat her up upon my lap.

The freckled cheeks were streaked with tears, and a little snot dribbled from her nose. I traced the line of of a tear with my finger and on reaching her chin lifted it so she was looking me in the eyes. "I am sorry I had to hurt you," I said, my engorged cock giving the lie to the words.

"It's not that," she sniffed, and then it all came tumbling out, how she did not mean to behave as she did, and how she knew she was hurting me but could not stop herself. When I could bear to hear no more I silenced her mouth with mine, and drank deep of her kisses as our tongues wrestled with an urgency I had never felt from her before. 

Encouraged by the ardour of her response, I took her firmly by the shoulders and gently pushed her away from me. "I am not done with you yet. That was just a taste of what you can expect should you misbehave in future. " She looked at me questioningly, and I felt my cock jump as she gulped at the resolution in my eyes. "Stand up Emily. Now unfasten your belt. Undo the button on your jeans. Now the zip." I pulled the jeans down roughly around her knees, and laid her once more across my lap. Hooking my thumbs in the elastic of her panties I eased them slowly over the ripe spheres; I was pleased to see the pale flesh already glowing warmly. It would be getting much hotter yet. 

I traced a finger over each globe. When Emily tried on clothes she would ask did her arse look big; the truthful answer would have been, God, yes. And now those magnificent cushions had been yielded completely to my mercy. I found myself lost in contemplation of their glory as I stroked and fondled them. The fleshy outer lips of her labia were exposed and moisture glistened within. The temptation to dip my fingers into that pot of honey was almost beyond bearing, but my wife's pleasure would have to wait. Her lesson was not yet complete.

"I am going to give you two dozen strokes. I want you to count off the blows, and after each of them to say 'thank you'. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir." 

I raised my hand above my shoulder. Could I really bring myself to do this? If ever a bum was made to be spanked it was before me now. I brought my palm crashing down on her right cheek with a smack that echoed through the forest. I swear the birds stopped singing.

"Aaagh!" Emily's gasp stifled the scream as the breath left her body.

"Count off the strokes, please".

"One". 

I gave her bottom a short tap. "Manners."

"Thank you".

"You're welcome". I lifted my hand again, this time aiming for the left nate. 

"Twoooo. Thank you."

"Threee. Thank you."

"Ahh. Fo..four. Thank you."

"Fiiiive. Ah God. Thank you"

"Six". Sniff. "Thank you"

"Seven...please...."

"Ahem"

"Thank you. Eight!! Thank you very much."

"Noo...Nine. Thank you, you bastard," 

"Ten." A more gentle one that. "Thank you. Sorry."

"That's okay. A couple more and we'll take a breather. But let's make these two count."

"Eleven, thank you. Twelve thank you."

With those last two blows in swift succession, Emily slumped across my lap, whimpering contentedly.

"Woof". I looked up to see a large black labrador straining towards me, its tongue lolling good-naturedly. At the other end of the leash was a tall woman in her fifties with an aquiline nose and a tight bun of iron grey hair; a tweed skirt and jacket were complimented by woollen stockings and sensible walking shoes. A truly impressive chest was encased in a sweater topped by a pearl necklace.

"Down Trojan." 

Conscious of Emily's crimson derriere laying exposed across my knees, I found myself rather lost for words. What Emily was feeling did not bear imagining, particularly as Trojan was now quite unmistakably sniffing her bottom.

"Come away." Before she could pull the dog away he laid a big sloppy lick across Emily's arse. I absent-mindedly wondered if she might find it cooling. "Now behave. I am sorry he does get over-excited."

"That's quite all right." I found myself saying. "I do apologise. We did not hear you coming."

"I am sure you did not; not above the young lady's screams. I take it she has been misbehaving herself to be deserving of such vigorous punishment."

I felt suddenly intensely protective of my wife. I did not want this stranger to judge her too harshly. "Emily is a very good-natured and dutiful wife. But in last couple of days she has let herself down a little." I laid an affectionate hand on Em's bottom, and conscious of the heat emanating from it, added guiltily, "I may have been unduly harsh."

"Perhaps we should hear what the young lady herself has to say about that."

Well, I thought, why not? "Stand up please Emily". With a palpable reluctance Emily raised herself, cupping the wiry copper hairs of her exposed crotch with mittened hands. Her face was almost, though admittedly not quite, as high in colour as her rear.  

"So why has your husband found it necessary to lay you across his lap? You must have been very naughty."

Emily looked to me, and I reassuringly fondled her bottom. Hesitantly she began to explain. 

"Well I must say I hope you have learnt your lesson", the lady commented when Emily had finished, though from the tone of stern disapproval it was obvious that she rather doubted that she had. 

Emily stared down shamefacedly at her muddy wellies. "Oh yes."

"Well actually," I heard myself saying, "we had not quite finished the lesson. There were still another twelve strokes to go." Emily looked at me in open-mouthed horror. And because it seemed rude not to, I added, "You would be very welcome to stay and watch ."

"Thank you. I should enjoy that."

And so Emily found herself draped once more across my lap, thanking me as she counted off the strokes.

I had not been consciously holding back, but on the third stroke I became aware that the lady was giving me a cold stare. As I raised my hand again I looked up at her enquiringly. 

"If your good wife is going to allow you the privilege of disciplining her, you could at least repay her by putting some effort into it."

"He's doing just fine." squeaked Emily.

"Sssh dear, it's for your own good. Now if I may?" With that the lady took my poised hand and lifted it to what she considered a more appropriate height. "From there I think. And put some welly into it."

The difference was immediate and striking. Emily absolutely howled.

"There," said the lady, "wasn't that better?"

I wondered how Emily might answer that; but through gritted teeth she replied, "Yes, much better. That was four. Thank you. Please continue."

And so I administered the remaining slaps, my wife bucking, writhing, squealing, sobbing, and to my intense delight, thanking me most profusely. 

By the time I had landed the last blow Emily's plentiful posterior was lit up like a port hand ship's lantern and I had a hard on you could have run an ensign up. I slid two fingers into her now sopping slot to moisten them, and then began slowly circling her inner lips. She moaned appreciatively and encouraged I began exploring more deeply.

I looked up at the lady. She had tied off Trojan to a branch so her hands were free to concentrate on rubbing her breasts beneath the cloth of her sweater. I smiled at her and for the first time she fully returned my smile. "That was most invigorating. It quite takes me back to when I was a gel."

As my fingers turned their attention to rubbing Emily's nub, I found my eyes fixated upon the lady's massive bosom. She gave a slightly exasperated sigh. "Boys will be boys, I suppose", she commented with a rueful smile, and removing her jacket and sweater, lay them carefully across a branch. Below was a bra that could only be described as a feat of engineering. Unhooking the straps from her shoulders, she undid the clasp and freed breasts that for all their enormous weight hung full and shapely onto her belly. 

I watched entranced as the lady rubbed, pinched and plucked at her nipples, my fingers unconsciously imitating her actions as they tormented my wife's love button. Emily was pleading with me now to bring her to climax. The lady nodded, and as I brought my wife off she came as loud as I had ever known.

The lady primly replaced her jacket; the pearls I noticed had stayed on. "Damn chilly for this sort of thing," she humphed. Walking over to Emily she lifted her chin. "There child, I hope you know how lucky you are to have such a dutiful husband."

Emily smiled up at her, "I do".

"In my day it was considered polite to show your appreciation." Emily looked up at her quizzically. "Up you get. Now you are going to be on your knees, so I should take off your trousers. You don't want them to get all muddy. And I should take off that lovely sweater unless you want cum all over it."

Discarding her mittens, Emily slipped off her boots and freed herself from her jeans and panties, before pulling her sweater over her head. The lady nodded to her to remove her shirt, then undid the clasp of her bra for her, and whisked it away. "Very nice dear, plenty to keep busy hands occupied there. You can put your wellies back on."

While my plump redheaded wife stood shivering in just her wellington boots and bobble hat, the lady raised me to my feet and undid the clasp on my belt, pulling my trousers down around my ankles. Then with a twinkle in her eye, she yanked down my pants; I was a little embarrassed to find my penis had lost rigidity while I had been pleasuring my wife. I glanced across at Emily in case she should be disappointed.

The lady tickled my balls. "We will soon have you up again. Come here dear and kneel down".

Emily dropped to her knees in the squelchy mud in front of me, and hesitantly began to caress my flaccid shaft. The lady placed a hand over hers, "No like this dear."

Under the lady's skilful guidance Emily soon had me rigid again. "Now dear bring the tongue into play." The lady smiled indulgently as Emily lapped at me greedily. Without need of further bidding Emily soon had her lips wrapped around my darkly throbbing helmet, her hot breath steaming in the chill December air.

Her services no longer required the lady was free to concentrate on her own pleasure. Divesting herself of skirt, stockings and voluminous drawers, she leant against the bole of a tree, and draping one long shapely leg over a low branch, began plunging two fingers into her gaping snatch, while with her free hand she lifted a nipple to her mouth, sucking hungrily. 

My cock was rigid as a girder in Emily's mouth. I wanted her more powerfully than I had ever done before. 

"Emily, stand up please." She struggled to her feet, regarding me anxiously, concerned she might have done something wrong. The lady looked at me questioningly, but I had been taking in my surroundings and had seen a possibility.

Hoicking up my trousers, I lead Emily by the hand over to the place I had seen, where the mud was that much deeper and moister. "Lay down Emily, on your front, please."

As she hesitated, I pulling off her bobble hat, freeing the unruly auburn curls, and plunged my tongue deep into her mouth. I moistened a finger in her snatch, and Emily's eyes widened as I worked it into the tight bud of her arsehole. 

Trojan was snuffling at the lady's wirewool fringed crotch as she rubbed determinedly at her swollen clit. "Down boy, " she said, pushing his head away.

As I pulled out of the embrace with my wife, Emily smiled at me, and, stepping out of her wellies and socks, obediently lay face down naked in the mire, gasping at the electric shock of cold as the squelchy mud oozed around her generous contours. Swiftly shedding my clothes, I knelt down beside her. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Trojan's tail wagging.

I plunged my hands into the mud, then planted them firmly on the broad cheeks of Emily's arse, leaving two perfect palm prints. Taking further handfuls I worked the black mud deeply into her still pinkly glowing behind, my hands firmly caressing those lovingly abused spheres. She sighed appreciatively as the icy ooze eased her still stinging globes. I next worked the squidgy stuff into her plump white thighs, moving onto the backs of her knees, the chubby calves and the adorable dainty feet, before turning my attention to the goosepimpled fleshiness of her back and shoulders. 

As I turned my wife over she smiled up at me and I was charmed to see a spot of mud clinging to the tip of her nose. I could not resist bending over to mash her full red lips with mine, all the while massaging the dark ooze into that abundance of pale white flesh, lathering the silty loam onto the dome of her belly, and delightedly squidging her breasts between my muddy fingers. 

Then as I raised her bottom onto my thighs, she wrapped her legs around me, opening her fat cunt to my pulsing cock. I plunged into her, deeply, satisfyingly, losing myself in my hunger for this woman as I thrust again and again into the volcanic vent of her bubbling desire.

Only once I had spent my hot seed inside my darling Emily and flopped beside her in the mire, did it occur to me to wonder whether the lady had succeeded in satisfying her own needs. Presumably she had, because she and Trojan were no longer to be seen.

My chastised, shivering, mud-caked wife raised herself on one elbow, and smiling hopefully from behind dirt-flecked spectacles began toying shyly with the hairs of my chest. "Do you think you could finish me off please?" I honestly felt that it was the least I could do.

END

If You Go Down To The Woods Today!



It was a warm summer evening as Rob & Mel wandered through the woodland, holding hands, mulling over the week's events, giggling at life & all that it throws up. Mel was dressed in a light summer dress, cut just above the knee & Rob in baggy shorts & tee. Rob thought Mel looked really sexy, the thin straps of her dress just able to carry the weight of her large full breasts. He loved those tits, loved to suck on her big nipples & she loved him doing that too!

The deeper into the woods they went, the less of the drone of the traffic on the nearby motorway could be heard, replaced by birdsong. Their conversation had slowed as they both took in the tranquillity of their surroundings. As they continued, another sound found their ears, one which, to start with, was hard to make out. They looked at each other with quizzical expressions, both had stopped talking, almost holding their breath as they tried to make sense of the sound. 

Mel was the first to realise what it was, a grin spreading across her face, raising her right forefinger to her lips & making a 'Shhh' noise to Rob. Then it dawned on Rob too, that was the sound of people making love, the moans & groans of a woman, the grunts of a man. They both stood still, listening intently, whoever it was sounded like they were really into it. Rob & Mel both sniggered under their breath, like a couple of naughty school kids. 

After a few moments, Rob leaned forward, whispering into Mel's ear 'Come on, let's leave them too it.' Mel shock her head 'No, I want to find out more! Anyway, it's making me feel horny!' She winked at him & turning towards where the noises where coming from, began to make her way carefully further into the woods. Rob followed her, with equal care, after all he didn't want to get caught & perhaps get a black eye for being a peeping Tom. He took Mel's hand & they both moved closer to the source of the noise, picking their way through the undergrowth, avoiding the fallen branches, until they caught sight of the couple enjoying their moment.

They were really into what they were doing. Rob guessed they were both in their twenties, the guy of muscular build, around six feet, the woman petite, perhaps five two, thin but with good sized breasts. Rob & Mel found a position roughly 20 feet from the couple, that gave them a great view, behind a fallen tree, with enough cover from other planets for them to remain hidden. Mel giggled & turning to Rob whispered 'Is this exciting or what?' Rob nodded his agreement. He had never watched another couple fuck in the flesh so to speak. Of course he'd watched porn, but this was a whole different level of voyeurism! He was hard before he could see them & now he could, he was even harder!

Mel knealt down behind the fallen tree & leaning forward, placed most of her weight on it as she focused fully on what was going on. The woman was naked, the guy had just a tee shirt on, his shorts around his ankles. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, he supporting her weight with his muscular arms around her torso as he drove his cock into her shaved pussy. Even at this distance, Mel could tell that he was well endowed & could see she was very wet! The mews & sighs escaping the woman's lips were constant, as she pushed down to meet her lover's trusts, his grunts confirming the effort he was putting into fucking her!

Mel could feel the dampness in her own pussy as she viewed them, she was excited by everything about this situation. Being outside, watching them, her arousal & the fact the Rob was close at hand! She bit her bottom lip, turning towards Rob, she motioned him closer. With his ear close to her lips, she whispered 'Are you as turned on by this as me?' Rob looked into her lust filled eyes & nodded enthusiastically.

Rob was very turned on, his cock straining against the front of his shorts. He also knew Mel was very excited by the flushed look on her face. He admired the strength & stamina of the guy, he was really giving this girl a good seeing too & he could understand why she was responding in such an abandoned way. Her squeals seemed to gather pace & got louder as she lost control, obviously as an orgasm swept through her body, she throwing her arms around the head of her lover & hugging his face into her ample bosom.

This tipped Rob over the edge, reaching up under the hem of Mel's dress, he began to caress her left leg just above the knee, his fingers moving to & fro, moving upwards to her inner thigh. She responded by parting her legs slightly, allowing him better access & encouraging him to explore further. With both of them watching events in front of them avidly, his fingers continued their movement upwards, he could feel the moist warmth of her excitement, until he felt the full wetness of her pussy. He pulled the flimsy material of her thong to one side & began to rub her dripping pussy, God, she was wet, as wet as he had ever known.

Mel let out a quiet gasp as she felt his fingers begin to rub up & down her lips, she rotated her hips in response to his stimulation. She could hardly breathe, not wishing to be discovered, but desperately wanting some of what the girl she was spying on was getting. She felt Rob's fingers begin to manipulate her clit & a shock wave shot through her body. She turned her head round to face him quickly & smiled a 'thank you' smile. He grinned back, continuing his manipulation, encouraged by her response.

The couple had now changed position, the guy fucking the girl doggy style, his cock sliding in & out of her slick pussy, an almost mesmerising sight plain to both of them. Deliberate, deep strokes, in & out, she trusting back to meet each one, a grunt forced out of her, at the deepest point of penetration. 

Rob slipped two fingers into Mel's pussy, replicating the speed of the fucking taking place in front of their eyes. He felt Mel's hand tugging at the button on his shorts, then the zipper, then releasing his raging hard on from the confines of his boxers, her small fingers immediately wrapping themselves around his cock. He was continuing to finger fuck her, his hand totally coated with her juices, but now she was wanking him too. Heaven he thought!

Still looking at the couple fucking, Mel's own excitement was building fast & she was having trouble not crying out aloud in the same way the girl was. She had never been this turned on, as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her body. She was close to sensory overload, watching the couple, her pussy being fingered & wanking Rob's hard cock. But she wanted more; she needed Rob's hard cock inside her, fucking her like the one in front of her was doing to the girl's pussy. She didn't want to make love; she wanted to be fucked, like an animal, outside, in the open, watching two other animals fuck.

Releasing Rob's cock from her grasp, she turned & whispered into his ear 'Get that dick of yours into my pussy now, fuck me, screw me!' Rob was slightly taken aback; he had never seen Mel like this. She was wanton, just a sexual being, her only focus was on being pleasured. He was as caught up in this as she was & wasn't going to argue. He pulled up her dress, so that her butt was visible, yanked her thong down to her knees & grabbing his cock, rubbed it up & down her swollen pussy lips a couple of times before with one thrust, he buried it deep into her soaking pussy!

Mel steadied herself as Rob began to screw her, matching the timing of the other couple, which by this time had gathered momentum. The girl was once again crying out as if in the throes of climax & Mel thought that by the expression on the guy's face & the grunts coming from him, that he was getting close too. She just hoped that their fucking didn't get too loud, she didn't want to get caught & that anxiety added to her excitement. Rob was really going for it, slamming his cock deep into her dripping pussy. She shook as another wave rippled through her body.

With his eyes focused of the fucking couple, Rob continued to screw her; he was now into this almost animalistic rutting. Mel was trusting back to meet his thrusts & looking down for a moment, he watched his cock fucking her pussy. He was getting close, but was determined not to come before the other guy. The sensations were unreal, all he could think about was giving & receiving pleasure & moving his right hand he began to rub his index finger around Mel's puckered arsehole. Her head shot round in surprise as she felt this new sensation, Rob had never touched her there before. But as he continued, it only added to her experience. 

She watched him as he fucked her, enjoying the expression on his face, the effort he was putting in. She watched as he raised his right index finger to his mouth & licked it, making sure it was coated with saliva. It suddenly dawned on her what he had planned, this was uncharted territory, but she liked it. She felt him resume his stimulation of her arsehole, whilst still fucking her strongly. Then she felt the pressure as his finger began to push against her back hole, resistance at first then the tip slipped inside. She gasped with surprise & pleasure as a whole new raft of sensation hit her. 

A loud grunt from the guy, made them both switch attention back to the couple. He was about to cum & she was now on her knees in front of him as he vigorously jerked himself off. Mel was straining her eyes to make sure she saw him cum, struggling to stay focused as Rob fucked her two holes. God, this felt good, she was close to cumming, big time! Then with an even louder groan, she saw the guy shoot his load high into the air. Two, three, four spurts erupted & she watched them arc through the air, before landing across the girls face & in her hair. This sight triggered Mel's own climax & she surrendered herself to it,physically shaking, desperately trying to stifle her cries of pleasure.

Rob felt Mel's climax break, her pussy spasming around his cock & her arsehole flexing around his finger as he continued to rim her. These sensations being transferred though his cock & seeing the guy's spunk running down the girl's face, meant he could hold back no longer! Plunging his cock deep into pussy & vigorously fingering her arsehole, he began to spurt his cum, adding his own juices to hers, his cock twitching un-controllably, he gasping for air as he fought to keep quiet! He watched as the girl scooped up the cum from her face & greedily sucked it off her fingers, swallowing down with relish.

As the sensations began to subside, they both began to regain their senses & awareness of other things around them. They were hanging onto each other in the afterglow of events, cuddling each other with affection, the affection that had been missing from their lust fuelled fucking. They were snapped out of their almost dream state, by the voices of the couple that brought them here. Peering over the fallen tree, they saw that the guy & girl were fully clothed & about to leave the scene of their abandoned lovemaking. 

They watched as they began moving away, through the trees & undergrowth, until they were just visible. Then suddenly they saw the girl turn around, looking directly in their direction. She smiled & laughing, gave them a wave, calling out 'Next time why don't you join us!' Rob & Mel looked at each other in shocked astonishment & simultaneously said 'They knew we were here!' After a couple of seconds they burst out laughing. 

After several minutes they began adjusting their clothing & making themselves relatively tidy, before heading home. As they strolled back along the woodland path, they chatted excitedly about events, giggling as the realisation of what had happened sunk into both their brains. On reaching the woodland's entrance, Rob stopped & turning to face Mel, grasped her by the elbows. 'Is there going to be next time? He asked. Mel thought momentarily before giving her reply, the events flashing through her mind, 'Well I've witnessed things & experienced sensations I didn't know were open to me' she paused, then continued ' And I want lots more!' Rob grinned, nodding his agreement 'Me too!'



If You Go Down To The Woods Today



Sophie drove her car into the deserted car park, it was just how she had been told it would be at 9pm, dark deserted and secluded. The nature reserve was literally twenty seconds away from a dual carriageway but other than the noise of passing vehicles on the dual carriageway.

She parked the car in the corner of the car park with the driver's side furthest away from the road and she clicked the button for the central locking – safety first. Her mouth was dry and as she was nervous she took a swig of water from the bottle she had brought with her.

Sophie undid her seat-belt and looked around and realised that this could be a scary place, she was surrounded by trees on all sides and it was very dark, the bare trees of autumn looked almost skeletal and foreboding, the chill in the air had caused a light fog on the ground, winter wasn't too far away she thought to herself.

As she sat there in her car with the engine running she wondered would this be all she hoped it would be, or would this all be a letdown? After all this was her first venture into this illicit escapade that was so taboo in conversation that was seen as seedy if not disgusting by most people, but she thought about all the people who did this, even the rich and famous who had been caught in the ac so to speak and she wondered who hadn't been caught. She sighed and looked at her watch, the heaters on her car had warmed the cabin up – it was now or never.

She turned off the engine of her car and then the lights were turned off. She then flicked the stalk on her light three times – the universal signal. She sat back in her seat in the dark and waited....

She must have been sitting there for 5 minutes when a tap on her window made her jump; she looked to the side of her and saw a shape of a guy's torso stood at her window. She clicked the button which made the electric window lower down and she stopped it after a couple of inches to be safe. The figure outside said nothing, all he did was run one hand over his groin. She knew what to do, and pressed the button again to lower the window all the way down. To stop her battery running flat she turned the ignition off and turned to face the window.

Sophie reached out of the car and her hands trembled as she undid the belt on the jeans in front of her. She slowly undid the button and pulled down the zip. His jeans slid down a few inches to reveal bare white flesh smooth and glinting in the night. She realised he had no underwear on and all she could see was a soft smooth shaven cock.

She leaned forward and took his soft cock in her hand and moved her head forward. She rubbed the head on her lips as though she were applying her lipstick. She licked the tip of his cock slowly pushing her tongue into the slit and licking the underside of the head of his cock before taking it all in her mouth and sucking it hard.

She heard him groan and took this to mean he was enjoying what she was doing, but she knew he was as she could feel him growing in her mouth, getting harder as the blood rushed to his cock. Her hand moved to cup his smooth balls and she started to move her head slowly back from his cock, and as she reached the tip she moved forwards to take him in her mouth again.

This was working he was getting hard now, and Sophie enjoyed the taste of his cock in her mouth, especially the sensation of feeling it hardening in her mouth. As she pushed all the way down she felt him touch the back of her throat and she felt that pleasant sensation, that pressure she enjoyed so much. As she slowly moved back of the length of his cock she put her hand on the base of his cock. She let him slip from her mouth fully and she looked at his hard cock and rubbed it gently with circling motions at the base of his cock.

His hands reached into the car and into her low cut top and pulled her large tits out. He pinched her nipples and pulled at them for a few minutes until they were hard. Slowly his hand ran up her chest and to the back of her head where he grabbed some of her hair and pulled her back towards his cock.

Sophie spat on his cock and rubbed it all over his cock before plunging the entire length in her mouth and throat. With her free hand she slid her skirt up and parted her legs. Her hand started to rub herself through the sheer lacy panties she was wearing as her head bobbed up and down his cock.

He reached into the car with his hand heading towards her pussy but she saw this and slapped his hand and pulled her head off his cock.

'No touching – just fuck my mouth' she said as she took him back into her warm mouth.

She slid her mouth round his cock and felt his hand on the back of her head as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. As he picked up speed her hand rubbed and matched his tempo. He was thrusting deep in her mouth and Sophie was glad she never gagged as he was going deep in her throat. He moaned as he pounded her mouth, she knew he was close as he pushed harder and deeper in her mouth, his balls touching her lips and he went deep.

Sophie moaned as she had him deep in her mouth, knowing how the vibrations on his cock would drive him wild. He groaned and muttered, 'face mouth or tits?'

Sophie responded by pushing his cock deeper in her mouth and holding him there, she wanted her mouth filling with his essence and no way was it going anywhere else, after all she had to drive home and how do you explain to a cop why your face or tits are covered in a sticky fluid?

She stopped rubbing her pussy and concentrated on this hard cock in her mouth , bobbing her head back and forth at pace while cupping his balls, she could feel the pulsing in his cock and she knew he was close. Because she knew she carried on and started to moan quietly around his cock. His hands went to the back of her head and he pulled her mouth onto his cock as far as it would go.

She felt his cock twitch in her mouth and then her throat was filling with spurt after spurt of hot salty cum and she could feel her mouth filling with his seed. She kept sucking his cock and rubbing her tongue round it knowing how guys feel when they are teased after they have just shot their load, how its a pleasurable pain that they feel in those moments.

He pulled her head off his cock and backed away from her pulling up his jeans and fastening his belt. Sophie made a deliberate gulping noise as she swallowed his cum and made a point of making a mmmmmmm noise as she enjoyed the salty taste of his cum

She heard him say 'Thanks' before he disappeared into the darkness and Sophie felt somewhat bewildered, this wasn't how she imagined dogging would be!

She reached for her bottle of water to wet her dry lips and noticed a red light flashing on her Blackberry, it was a text, Sophie opened the message and read:

Hey hun – I cant make it tonite as I have a flat tyre on the car – can we do it another time? Luv u xxx

So who's cock had just been in her mouth?????



If You Go Down To The Woods Today



Trevor reached his front door with little recognition of how he had gotten there. His thoughts lingered on the events of the evening. One moment he was elated the next deeply guilty he had become so pre occupied that his feet had switched to auto pilot and had guided him safely back home. He slipped his house keys from his pocket and with a shaky hand fumbled for the right one as he slipped the key into the lock Trevor sighed with relief that his wife was not home.

Once inside the safety and familiarity of his marital home the full brunt of the evening's proceedings hit him hard. He moved on unsteady legs to the settee and dropped onto it, the frame work creaking and the settee moving an inch back. What had started out as a crusade had led to curiosity and from there quickly into participation, had his wife been home Trevor was certain he would not have gone out, she would fanned the flames of his righteousness, made him see sense. But Karen had gone out for the evening leaving Trevor to mull over his idea, which after two scotches had fortified him, sent out him out the front door to help put an end to the terrible things that were apparently happening in the neighbourhood woodlands.

It had all started innocently enough a few days earlier while Trevor and Karen were visiting her parents' home. They had stopped for dinner and while there the local vicar had come to the door with some rather vivid leaflets he was posting through as many doors as possible. Peter, who was Karen's father, invited him in. The vicar was nearing his seventies, his face contained more wrinkles and liver spots than Trevor thought possible or even healthy. Peter held a small leaflet that the Vicar had handed to him at the door which he passed over to Trevor while he called for his wife.

Jane came out of the kitchen and Trevor caught himself staring again, forcing his eyes down to the red paper of the leaflet, though within a couple of seconds his eyes had strayed up again focusing on the ample rear of his mother. "What is it?" Karen asked walking over to Trevor from the kitchen a blue and white checked towel in her hands drying them absently.

"Filth!" The vicar replied and Trevor was unsure for a moment if he was referring to the leaflet or to the unsolicited look Trevor had given Jane as she bent forward giving the Vicar a cup of tea. "In our woodlands to boot," Trevor's brow furrowed and he looked down at the leaflet this time paying closer attention. The bulk of it was made up of lines from the bible followed by what started off as a neatly written opening statement which by the end had become almost a scrawl filled with anger.

"Apparently there has been some incidents in the woods during the night," Peter continued while the Vicar sipped his tea, at sixty his was not only younger than the priest but physically and mentally younger to boot, his skin showed age for certain but far fewer wrinkles and no liver spots. "Visitors of an unsavoury nature." Peter looked over at Jane who's smile seemed forced, trying to hide her embarrassment by what they were discussing Trevor thought.

"Dogging they call it," the vicar blurted out and Karen sniggered uncontrollably only catching herself a second later, when she realised no one else was laughing. Trevor looked over at Jane, her face held the tight tiny smile, she really seemed nervous and a little more than embarrassed, her eyes darting to her husband then back to the old man. "The parish nature walk came across a clearing strewn with tissues and condoms." The vicar's face reddened as he spoke. "And then two nights ago a group had gone out bat watching and had stumbled across a group of them...doing...things." The vicar's voice had raised an octave as he spoke almost reaching high pitched by the time he finished talking, he lifted his cup and took a deep gulp of tea.

"Did they recognise anyone? Go the police?" Jane asked.

The vicar shook his head then lowered his now empty cup, "The police filed a report apparently and have said they will keep an eye on the area, but as no one was recognisable and no one took any of the car's licence plates there was not much they could do." He said sounding depressed and defeated.

Trevor looked about him, at the vicar staring at him earnestly, at Peter and Karen and a moment or two longer at Jane and realised that perhaps the vicar turning up was not just a coincidence. Trevor felt the truth cogs rolling in his head their teeth connecting allowing him to realise that he had been dined into a trap, he sighed to himself then said "I could do a story on it, see if we can embarrass a few people into stopping," though he knew this was more than likely going to draw more people to the woods than drive them out, but the priest smiled happy with the response.

The vicar left declining another cup of tea and Peter showed him the door, "Do you think the story would work," Jane asked Trevor as Karen headed back into the kitchen to wash the remaining dinner plates.

Trevor shrugged, "It might do, but..." he shrugged again he doubted it very much. With no one around Trevor found himself freely taking in his mother. Jane was fifty six and a nurse, her auburn hair was cut in a short bob easier to dye the grey out she had said when she first revealed her new look. Having three kids had left its mark also, she was curvy in the waist, a stomach that had some weight to it and breasts that hung large and heavy even in a bra. 

Trevor had found himself lusting after her soon after Karen had introduced her parents, now ten years later that lust still simmered below the surface. He had been so careful in that time, the feelings constantly buried deep only bubbling to the surface when he was alone and manifesting in languid masturbation as he imagined scenario after scenario of himself and Jane. The highlight or down point depending on how Trevor felt at the time was the sneaky theft of a pair of Jane's Knickers, a pink, delicate pair that he had lifted one Christmas day when he had been particularly tipsy and shoved into his trouser pocket. He had felt shameful the next day, yet when Karen had left for work at the department store he had rushed upstairs and slipped the knickers on rubbing his cock through the material until he exploded inside them. The knickers were still at home two years later and still received punishment. 

Peter returned to the dining room and Trevor averted his eyes from the unsuspecting Jane, "Sorry about that Trev' he cornered us at church on Sunday," Peter said holding his hands out palm facing as he spoke, "I knew if I gave you the heads up you would have found a reason not to turn up." Trevor nodded, it was certainly true even as a small town journalist Trevor tried to steer clear of the parish, their views and ideas of what made news worthy stories were just not up to scratch. He had been cornered on this one and now felt obligated to atleast turn in a story to his editor. "But look you don't have to do it," Peter said.

"Pete's right love," Jane interjected, "If you think you've been hoodwinked we'll just pretend you did a story and it got rejected." Jane gave him a very soft warm smile, "If people have seen them chances are they will have gone somewhere else by now."

Trevor nodded at her thought process and felt relief at knowing that any pressure to do the story was now off his shoulders. "Thanks guys, I just don't think my editor would go for it." 

But on the ride home the story kept cropping up in his thoughts, as they drove past the turn off that would take you five minutes later to the woods he started to plan the story in rough in his head. Trevor had grown up in town and part of growing up was going to the woods. Before he was a teenager the trips there were for animals and the beauty of the woodland itself. Post teen it was somewhere to hang out without adults bothering you. Trevor's first time with a bottle of gin had been in the woods, the first time he had felt up a girl had been in the woods. The woods were the town's history and Trevor was starting to feel his feathers being ruffled by the strangers who were turning up and destroying that history.

Karen could sense something was up Trevor's mood had turned from happy to broody the longer the drive had gone on. When they got out of the car in front of their house Karen said, "You are not thinking of doing something silly are you?"

Trevor shook his head his brow furrowed deep, "No nothing too audacious, just that well there might be a story there after all."

Karen's eyes widened with surprise, "Really? A story about some perverts in the woods?" she stopped and fumbled in her handbag for her keys.

"Not just perverts, out of town perverts." Trevor said with a smile hearing his own thoughts made solid as he spoke, "I know it sounds stupid, but I was thinking the whole community thing, bringing everyone together."

"For a mass dogging session?" Karen laughed.

Trevor laughed back, "No of course not, but small town fighting back against the wicked outsider." The story seemed to be building itself as he spoke he could see interviews, pictures possibly a full page spread. "I might have to head up to the woods," he said more to himself than to Karen.

Karen dropped her keys in surprise, she bent down scrambling to pick them up, "Oh no you don't mister!" she said and stood back up, "you are not going up there alone, if you get into trouble and they get a little punchy no one will be able to come rescue you." She headed to the front door and put her key in the lock, "Speak to Matt first," Matt was the newspapers main editor and go to guy for juicy stories, "see if he gives the go ahead on the story then you can head up there with someone to watch your back." 

Trevor knew Karen was right and had agreed with her request...up to a point. That morning he had mentioned the story to Matt who dropped the hammer on it straight away. "It's all hearsay and possibilities; I need concrete not just what a bunch bat fanciers think they might have seen." Trouble was the only way Trevor could get the go ahead on the story was by going to the woods which had already been kyboshed by Karen. But what she didn't know wouldn't kill her, surely.

By Friday the dust on the story had settled, Trevor did not mention it and Karen had not pushed knowing that if he was not talking about it then it had been given the heave-ho by Matt. Karen got ready for her evening out with her two girlfriends from work a weekly meet up at the town's classiest restaurant. Karen came downstairs to find Trevor stretched out on the settee in front of the television. She felt bad for him but also relieved that such a dirty story was not going to be written in her home. "Why don't you go down the pub and drown your sorrows?" she called to him as she stood in front of the mirror fixing her earrings into place.

"I might do in a bit," Trevor said in the most despondent voice he could muster, hoping that Karen did not look too closely at the rucksack under the coat rack. 

"Good, it might cheer you up some," She walked into the living room, and smiled when Trevor did a double take his eyes widening and his tongue almost unrolling out of his mouth, "I guess I look alright then," She said doing a little spin for him.

The story was pushed to the back of Trevor's mind and his cock stiffened in his pants at the sight of his wife in her black dress, cleavage in show and the hem finishing above her knees. "Are you sure you are meeting Michelle and Tracey?" 

"Actually I am meeting up with a billionaire playboy for a quickie in the back of his jet." Karen responded pleased with her husband's response.

"Well just make sure he pays for your taxi home." Trevor replied and covered his face just as Karen threw a cushion directly at his head.

Trevor waited an agonising hour in the house he sat on the last step of the stairway rucksack between his knees as he counted the minutes down to nine O'clock. He had sort of planned his mission, the hour he waited gave Karen time to get to the restaurant and into her first glass of wine, and it also meant the sun would have set for a good half hour which would give him just the full moon by the time he got to the woods. 

He left the house a little after nine, proving to no one in particular that he was in control. He had put on an old dark grey hooded top and zipped it all the way up, finally pulling the hood over his head the shadowy inside covering most of his face and he knew out in the woods his face would be all but masked. He avoided using the car and instead slipped round the back of the house a small cut through led down the alley that separated the opposite facing houses, two minutes later Trevor appeared a few streets down on the main road. He walked briskly cutting across smaller streets where possible before the town slipped away behind him and he was climbing a small hill that took him to the woods.

Trevor slipped over a wood and metal link fence that was there to keep sheep out rather than people. His first stop was the car park and as he expected it was deserted. He knelt down and waited, there was only one road into the woods anyone coming here would have to drive through the car park. By eleven O'clock Trevor had begun to pace, he knew Karen would not be back until later and even if she came home early she would assume he was at the pub which gave him roughly another two hours if he was lucky.

Half an hour later Trevor had had enough, he swung the back pack on and turned to head home, muttering to himself about the inanity of it all and point blankly blaming the Vicar. He stopped after a few steps cocking his head to one side instinctively he knelt down as he turned. The low hum of an engine carried on the breeze and was getting louder and louder. Finally Trevor saw the front of a car slowly ease through the open wooden gate into the car park. The car's headlights were off, the full moon gave off enough light for Trevor to work out that the car was a silver estate it's passengers' though were not visible.

The car continued slowly through the car park, it slowed but never stopped as it turned in a lazy arc and headed for a smaller road that lead towards one of the picnic spots. Trevor moved steadily forward thankful that the car was going only a short distance and that his tracking skills would not be called into action. His hands felt clammy and Trevor breathed rapidly with equal parts excitement and nerves. It took him a further ten minutes to work his way through the undergrowth to the clearing up ahead. 

He stopped at the tree line, his target was easily spottable. It was the only car there, the silver estate had turned around so that it was pointing back the way it had come, a quick exit if there was any need for one. Trevor shrugged off his backpack and grabbed the video camera inside he kept his eyes dead ahead as he did so. The scene seemed odd to him, a man was leaning across the top of the car his lower body pushed against the passenger side of the car it was the rhythmic swaying of his hips that was the give-away. The camera's night vision brought the scene into fuzzy green perspective.

Whoever was in the passenger seat was sucking the cock of the man outside the car. Trevor caught his breath as the scene played out before him, partly shocked at the antics but also turned on by the blatant show. A murmur followed by a low groan carried on the wind the man pulled away from the car and muttered something before slinking off into the tree's putting his cock away as he went. It took a few seconds before another figure appeared, this one walked lazily towards the car, his cock already out as he approached. He leaned into the car talking to the passenger and, Trevor realised, to the person sat in the driver's seat.

Trevor zoomed in trying to get some faces but they were all grainy and the lack of resolution deteriorated as he zoomed made it all but unusable, he zoomed back just as the man reached into the car with one hand while his other hand started to wank his cock. Trevor cursed himself for staying so far away he grabbed the rucksack and moved around turning the camera off as he did so. He could sense others about him but every time he looked he could see no one, deciding finally that his mind was playing tricks on him. Trevor came to a stop about ten feet from the car, when he flipped open the camera and hit record all he could see was the back of the man, his hand working frantically at his cock, "Let me cum on your tits?" Trevor heard clearly as the man thrust his hips forward followed by a moan. "Fucking lovely," he heard a few seconds later as the man did up his jeans and walked boldly down the road.

Trevor knew it was now or never, he had to see who these people were. If he approached with the camera would they get spooked and drive off, he did not want to take that chance and loose his front page story. He closed the view screen on the camera and shoved it into his back pocket hoping that he could grab it and start filming instantly once he was close enough. He reached up and pulled his hood even further forward, the fabric straining on the back of his head. His heart pounded in his chest as he stepped out from the tree's his first few steps seemed hurried and he was closer to the car than he thought he would have been. The passenger window was down, the internal overhead light was on, as he got closer he caught the glimpse of the driver but not enough, finally at the window he looked down and let out an audible gasp.

His mind screamed at him to run but the rest of his body wanted to stay. The woman in the passenger seat was wearing a pale blue nurse's uniform, the top half had been unbuttoned large fleshy breasts tipped with pale areola and thick hard nipples were splayed out sliding to either side of her ample frame the heavy load from the last man smeared across the heavy globes of flesh. The bottom half of the uniform had been pushed up, meaty thighs clad in black sheer stockings were partly spread to reveal a dark matted bush of pubic hair beneath which labia puffy and sticky with juices were visible. "Hello lovely," Jane said sweetly.

Trevor had no doubt had his hood not been pulled so tightly over his head he would have been recognised, as it was Jane glanced at him occasionally her eyes going to the mass of hard cock that strained at the front of his jeans more often than not, he knew he should turn and run forget the story and everything that he had just seen...but that was the problem, he had never thought he would every get to look at everything he was seeing there and then. Even in his wildest fantasy with Jane's pink knickers rubbing against his cock he had never thought up anything like this. Her breasts were far bigger than he had thought her nipples so thick his mouth watered at the thought of taking them. And her sex, oh god Trevor wanted to dive head first into that meaty, wet mass burying his head deep, smelling and tasting her until she came in a heavy sticky flood all over his face. 

"I think we have a shy one hubby," Jane said teasingly and Trevor heard the unmistakable laugh of Peter. "You've seen mine now show me yours dirty boy," she chided Trevor and reached through the window with one hand cupping his crotch firmly, "Oh he feels big," Trevor licked his lips his mouth opening though the words failed to come, "Shall I play with my cunt for you?" his mother asked demurely.

"Yes," Trevor rasped out then shook his head, his perverted lust overriding his sensible side, before he could revise his answer, the hand that was cupping his crotch slipped back into the car and down to her waiting pussy. Trevor watched as Jane touched her pussy sliding her hand down her pubic hair a finger sliding between her labia and disappearing inside her with a soft moan from her mouth. How had he gotten into such a situation as this? Watching his fifty six year old Mother masturbating in her car! Now he understood their gentle push not to go ahead with the story, the funny glances he had seen when the vicar was in the house. Had they believed no one had seen them? A longer moan from Jane brought the harsh, cold reality home to him. He could turn and walk away or he could continue anonymous and live out his deep fantasy for just one night.




If You Go Down To The Woods Today



Trevor popped the buttons on his jeans, feeling the relief as the pressure gave way and allowing him to pull his pants down and pop his cock out into the cool night air. He took hold of it as he watched Jane continue to work her mature pussy, he favoured he could even smell it from where he was. "That is a lovely cock," Jane cooed as she opened her eyes a smile spreading across her face. Trevor could not help but smile back, he had dreamed of her saying such words a million times and now finally hearing them was a real dream come true.

"touch your tits," Trevor's voice whispery and hoarse, his hand sped up on his cock as Jane's free hand rose up and cupped one heavy tit then ran across its surface smearing the cooling cum across it a little more, her nipple flicking as her palm passed over it. Jane's hand lifted her tit shaking it for Trevor's pleasure squeezing it firmly letting the nipple bulge out on top. "Squeeze your nipple," he demanded if he couldn't suck on them he could atleast see how pliable they were. He slowed his wank, not wanting to cum yet not while he had control of Jane. He watched her thumb and forefinger close round the nipple and pinch it firmly before she pulled it up stretching the thick nub of flesh.

"Do you want to touch them?" she asked.

Trevor reached in with his left hand that shook with nerves and perverted delight, his wedding ring caught in the internal light for a moment and Trevor paused as he felt the weight of the car shift momentarily, his hand continued in and he leaned forward to make sure it connected. Her tit was warm to the touch, he ran his hand across the flesh, feeling her warmth and spots of sticky cum beneath. He cupped the mass of flesh surprised at the weight of it as he jiggled it about, he knew if he asked she would let him suckle on them but then she would see who he was and the game would be over. 

Trevor looked up as he felt the car shift again this time the driver's door opening and Peter emerging. Trevor stood up straight, his hand snatching away from his Mothers tit as if he had burnt his fingers. Pete squinted at him, trying to see beneath the darker shadow of the hoodie, he smiled devilishly at Trevor and Trevor's stomach dropped he had been found out. That was when it turned surreal, Pete winked at him, his smile widened and he tapped the side of his nose. "Why don't you give the man a bit of a suck?" Pete said his eyes never leaving Trevor's.

Trevor gasped out feeling the hot, sticky hand of Jane close around the base of his cock. "It's such a nice cock hubby thicker than I've had before." Jane said from within the car, Trevor felt her warm breath on his pre cum glistening cock head then shuddered as he felt her tongue flick across it before she guided it into her mouth.

She sucked him in a quick burst then let it spill from her mouth working it with her hand before taking it back in her mouth for a long slow suck, taking it as deep as she could before pulling back slowly leaving his cock head pulsing between her teeth. "Is she good?" Pete asked, Trevor replied with a nod. Trevor found himself bucking his hips forward, taking control of the situation. Jane moaned and cried out in pleasure as he slowly fucked her mouth. "You like my dirty fat nurse?" Pete asked. Trevor nodded even more vigorously at this. "You want to fuck her?" he asked and that made Trevor stop mid push. 

Jane withdrew from Trevor's cock, letting it bounce free. "You sure hubby, I thought we said no fucking?" Her question was sprinkled with excitement in her voice. 

"Would you like to fuck it dirty nurse?" Pete asked as he still leaned on the car staring at Trevor.

Jane gave a girlish giggle in response. The passenger door clunked open and Trevor stumbled back a few steps his cock bouncing before him. He watched as Jane manoeuvred out of the car, Trevor expected her to lie down but instead she bent over on the car seat sticking her bum in the air so that she was half in and half out of the car. Her arse was a round warm jelly Trevor ran both hands over it feeling how hot it was. Jane wiggled her bum at his touch. "Go on dive in." Pete goaded coming round for a better view. 

Trevor took hold of his cock it felt harder than it had ever done a vein ran thick across one side making his whole length pulse. His foreskin was pulled back and pre-cum and spittle dried on his purple cock head. He pushed forward with his hips, feeling his tip push between Jane's meaty labia and seeing it in his mind's eye. He pushed slow and deep into her filling her up as she sighed and pushed eagerly back on him. When he could go no deeper he held himself inside feeling her wet warmth around him, the way her muscles squeezed him in anticipation, "Oh he is thick, hubby!" Jane moaned out. He took hold of her heavy thighs and began to slowly fuck her. Pete was now alongside him his own cock now out, he worked it his eyes going from Jane's backside to Trevor's face he licked his lips and muttered to himself.

Trevor kept the same rhythm long deep thrusts as he reached beneath her. His hand found her heavy belly and worked down across her matted pubic hair and finally to her swollen bud. Jane pushed harder back at the first touch then ground down on his fingers as he began to slowly rotate them on her clitoris. Trevor had never dreamed it would be like this, a dirty and hot fantasy was nothing compared to the reality of it. He looked across at Peter watching him wank his cock even as Trevor fucked her. 

"I'm cumming," Jane cried out and Trevor slowed his fucking right down, he barely moved his hips letting his fingers work her swollen clitoris while Jane ground and pushed back and forth on his cock. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Jane cried out as her orgasm detonated. Trevor felt the warmth flow over his buried cock, felt his balls moisten as his dirty mother came hard on his cock. As her moans slowed down and she began to catch her breath Trevor sped up.

He reached under her with both hands reaching up past her belly this time and taking hold of her heavy swinging tits. He held them firmly, feeling her swollen nipples pressing against palm and fingers as he fucked her hard and fast. Peter's own strokes had sped up matching Trevor's thrusts into his wife. "Fuck her, give her your cock." He said driving Trevor on. "Fuck your dirty mother," he hissed through gritted teeth as he came, spunk splashing across the dirt ground.

Trevor was nearing his own orgasm, his cock slipped with ease in and out of Jane now, her cunt wide and slippery. He slowed down getting a slower rhythm going taking him closer to the edge. He knew he should pull out, cum all over her backside but he felt too wicked already. Here he was buried deep inside his nurse's uniform wearing Mother. When would he get a chance like this again? With one last thrust he felt his balls tighten he drove deeper again as his load erupted deep inside Jane's cunt. Peter groaned with pleasure when he realised what was happening inside his wife. Jane had collapsed forward when the last thrust took her arms from under her, she lay their beneath her son in law as he unloaded his cum inside her. 

Trevor pulled out, feeling his sticky mess and Jane's trying to suck his cock back inside her. Jane rolled over breathing heavily she lay across the driver and passenger seat her legs spread wide letting her husband and Trevor see the mess of her cunt. Her thick pubic hair was a matted mess and her labia oozed cum and her own sticky emissions. "Fantastic mate," Pete said without taking his eyes of his wife's used cunt. "You might want to run along though." He said conspiratorially. 

Trevor wanted to stay, to continue a fresh to have Jane straddle him and ride him. Though Pete was right, to stay was to risk Jane finding out who he was and perhaps that was not a good thing if Peter thought he should go. As he headed away he dared to look behind and felt his cock harden at what he saw. Pete was between Jane's legs head buried deep. Around them two more men had turned up and were wanking to the show.

Now at home that feeling of shame resurfaced, it was close to one o'clock and Karen had text him telling him she was on her way and was feeling frisky. He had gone to the bathroom and with some regret cleaned the dried remnants of her mother off his cock checking it a couple of times to make sure he had eradicated any trail. The shame he found was not all in the act he had just been part of, but shame in wanting to do it again and again and again.

When Karen stumbled through the door she found Trevor stood over the paper shredder, she hugged him from behind giving him a sloppy kiss on his neck while her hand grabbed his crotch, "What you doing lover boy?" she slurred.

"Getting rid of that stupid story," he replied feeding the last sheet of notes and statements into the shredder. 

The End



If You Go Down To The Woods Today...



Lucy and Colin were walking down a forest track after leaving their car in a small car park that led to the small forest. It was almost hidden and you would have to know it was here or you would miss it.

The woods had that natural silence except for the sound of the birds echoing through the trees and the slight rustling of the leaves from the light breeze. The sun was high and the air warm with the full flush of summer. She had come with him to the woods today as a favor for him helping her out with moving some furniture around her flat.

He'd admitted to her one night in the pub that he had a fantasy of tying up some young damsel up in the woods and photographing her, so she had agreed, though later she thought it might have been the third glass of wine that had clouded her judgement. He had looked really pleased and promised not to hurt her or do anything she didn't want him to. So in the end she had agreed, though now she was having second thoughts. He carried a bag with heaven knows what was inside; he had said it was all part of the fun.

They walked on for about another fifteen minutes until they came to a clearing with a area of closely cropped grass and dense shrubs and ferns all around. 

"This is the place; I checked it out a while back." Colin said as he looked around the clearing as if deciding what to do. There were several birches dotted around the area and Colin placed his bag near a collection of them.

"What if someone comes along?" Lucy said as she also looked around.

"There won't be any body, we're miles from anywhere."

"Yes but what if."

"Don't worry; anyway I thought you wanted to please me."

"I do but I'm still worried."

"Don't bother yourself so much, we're completely alone. You saw there were no cars in the car park."

"Are you really sure it's OK?" She said as he crouched down and fiddled with his bag, setting up a tripod to one side, before reaching back in and pulling out a length of white rope.

"Sure, now stand right up against that tree, I'll tie you with you arms around it, we'll start with you forwards."

He led her to the trunk and tied one wrist with the cord, feeding it round the tree and bringing it out the other side before tying it round her other wrist, so pinning her to the trunk.

"Alright then, there's nothing to it is there." 

He said standing back. She giggled.

"I suppose not."

He removed a camera from the bag, obviously quite a good one and after focusing on her to get the best position took some shots.

"Look as if you are struggling against the bonds. That's better."

She did as he asked.

"Right let's have you facing outwards."

He undid one of the cords and let her turn round before again passing it round the tree to tie her wrist once more. She felt the solidness of the trunk against her back.

He looked at her with her arms round the tree forcing her chest out, her large firm young breasts pushing against the light fabric of her summer dress. Her long blonde hair framed her fine featured face, which had large blue eyes and generous lips.

"Great that looks excellent."

Again he shot of some more shots. He then undid her wrists giving her a kiss as he did so. She smiled to herself it all seemed harmless enough and she quite enjoyed the fantasy play.

"Do you know what I'd really like is to have it more authentic, how about taking that dress off and then letting me tie you up."

"You dirty sod, not likely."

"Go on it would make it more real, you said you'd let me have my fantasy."

"What if someone came along?"

"I keep telling you there's nobody here, only us, go on don't be a spoil sport. I promise no naughty stuff."

She thought a bit about it, she kind of fancied Colin, but had never had sex with him just a bit of petting and cuddling, not that she was a virgin mind you. There seemed no harm in doing what he asked.

"Oh alright then just my dress mind you."

She reached up and undid the buttons down the front. Then, holding the dress by the middle pulled it up and over her head. Her underwear shone brilliant white in the sunshine against her lightly tanned skin. She pulled it right off and laid it down on the grass. 

Colin smiled a standing there in her underwear she was a picture, her bra was white and lacy cupping her ample breasts, her nylon slip just concealing her panties.

"Can you take of the slip as it is a bit like a skirt, go on please."

"You said just my dress, remember!"

"Yea, but I meant down to your real underwear, go on please." He begged.

"Oh, alright," she said as she pulled the slip down over her hips and down her legs stepping out of it, before laying it down with her other clothes. She stood crossing her arms in front obviously very self conscious.

"That looks great."

He admired her beautiful body with its scanty covering, from her well filled bra with a deep cleavage between the lacy cups, to her flat belly with a small neat belly button. She had on small white panties, through which he could just make out the slight darkness of her pubic hair.

"This time I'd like you spreadeagled so I'll tie you between those two small trees over there." He pointed.

He led her over to two trees close to each other. Taking one of her wrists he tied it up high to one of the trees and then tying the other he pulled tighter so her arms were out each side. He tied this tight. Next he tied a hitch around her ankle and pulling her leg to one side tied it round the base of the tree. He then tied the other leg and pulled it tight to the other tree, this meant her legs were far apart. She looked a little worried as he bound her tightly between the two trees.

"Excellent see if you can break free."

She struggled, and although the rope was soft, the ties were too well secured to let her escape. As she tried to get loose he shot off some more photos, carefully aiming and focusing, moving around to get the best angles. 

"Now just to be authentic I'll put this gag on and blindfold, alright?"

"Why the gag?" she asked.

"Well all maidens are gagged and blindfolded by wicked villains."

"Do we have to, you are sure there's nobody here?"

"Of course, I don't know why you're so worried." He started to sound petulant.

"Oh I suppose it will be alright." She said doubtfully, even though she quite like the idea of being tied up helpless, and could feel a tension spreading around the base of her belly.

He delved into the bag and pulled out a blindfold that he tied around her eyes.

"Can you see anything?"

"No it's completely dark."

"Right now open your mouth and I'll just pop in this gag." He said as he fitted the gag.

"You Ok? Nod if it's alright." She nodded and whined a bit.

He stared at her walking around her back and then back to her front. He continued to take more photos.

"Now I've got you! But I won't touch you if you don't want me to, you've only to nod or shake your head. So what I'd now like is to take off that bra so I can see those lovely tits, can I?"

She went to say no but of course the gag stopped her so she shook her head struggling a bit to get free.

"Come on don't be a killjoy."

She shook her head more vigorously.

"You're being very stubborn, I could just take it off you know as you are at my mercy."

She still shook her head struggling in the ropes.

"Come on or I'll get annoyed."

She shook her head even more. He bent down to rummage in the bag.

"Bugger it, I've left the other camera batteries in the car. I'll have to go and get them. And you can stay there like that until I return, maybe then you will change your mind by then and beg me do anything to release you."

She shook her head vigorously moaning through the gag, as she knew he would be gone about 30 minutes as they had left the car such a long way away. She kept shaking her head and wriggling about but he had already left her, going back by the route they came by.

She wriggled and struggled but finally realized there was nothing for it but to wait. She listened in darkness to the sound of the forest jumping at every rustle, hearing footsteps in every sound. Her heart was pounding as she stood helpless.

The moments seemed endless as she waited.

Was that rustling or her imagination, she held her breath, listening.

Alan had been out bird watching on this last morning before he left to move north, and was sitting quietly in his hide at the edge of the clearing. He had spent some time making it, knowing how shy the local birds were. This had all been spoilt by the intrusion of the two young people who after crashing through the woods like elephants, chose to stay right where he was watching. He was really annoyed and ready to come out and give them a piece of his mind when for some reason he held back. He relaxed once more and rather than watch the birds started to watch then instead. He was confident they could not see him.

The girl was young about twenty and very attractive with a stunning figure. They were obviously not just out for a picnic.

Very shortly he was glad he had stayed. He became increasingly amazed as before his eyes the two of them started to perform. As the young girl was bound to the trees he started to feel twinges in his cock and by the time she was down to her underwear his prick was as stiff as a poker. He opened his flies and after pulling down his pants a bit pulled his cock out and stroked it slowly between the fingers of his left hand. He fired off several photo shots of the girl struggling in the ropes, her white underwear contrasting strongly with her summer tan. He listened carefully and couldn't believe his luck when the boy said he was going back to the car, as he knew the car must be at least half an hour return away as there was no other access to the park other than through a small partly hidden track unknown to most people that he used to access this sopt. And there he was with a girl bound gagged and blindfolded, semi naked and helpless right in front of him.

"Well what do we have here then?" he said.

Lucy nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard the deep masculine voice behind her. She tried to turn her head, but of course could not see because of the blindfold.

"And what are you up to, some naughty games by the look of it. I saw your friend leave, gone for something back in the car I don't wonder. This is a turn up for the books."

She heard a camera click, to one side then from the front. His voice sounded middle aged but it was difficult to tell, She could hear him walking around her.

He shot off more photos.

"Very nice, you don't mind do you if I take some shots, but then you've got no choice have you."

He continued to photo her from the side, from low down, taking careful aim.

She kept moaning into the gag, but he took no notice, but continued to take shots.

"Well now what shall we do next eh."

He reached up towards her breasts, rubbing his hand slowly across the lacy surface. She tried to move away, but of course the ropes held her fast. His hand moved higher rubbing the tops of her breasts. 

"They look like nice tits, shall we have a look?"

He hooked a finger into one of the cups of her bra. He pushed it in further, teasing her nipple under the fabric. He then pulled down the top of the cup exposing her nipple. Using all his fingers he forced her breast out to sit perched on the cup of her bra. Again he took some more shots. Next he repeated the move on her other tit until that too was exposed. Again more photos as she stood straddled, breasts exposed in the sunshine, both her nipples now clearly visible, medium sized with nice aureoles.

"Let's get rid of that shall we."

He reached behind her and unfastened the back, using his penknife cut the shoulder strap to remove it completely, and it fell to the ground revealing her breast fully to his appreciative gaze. The breasts were slightly pendulous and shook as she still struggled helpless against her restraints, exciting him even more.

'Very nice, now we'll need those nipples a bit stiffer,"

With which he took hold of them between his finger and thumb and squeezed them, shaking both tits as he held onto the nipples.

"That's better." He said as he licked and sucked at them.

More photos.

"Now what about those panties I'm sure you'd love to show me your cunt."

She struggled more violently but was completely trapped. He slowly slid the penknife blade down one side and cut through the thin material. She stiffened as she felt the blade against her body. The panties sprung to one side exposing part of her pubic hair, then repeating the operation on the other side, the panties sprang loose and fell to the ground leaving her completely naked.

"Lovely what a sight, pity you're not a true blonde, but never mind." He chuckled as he rubbed his fingers across her maidenhair before sliding them between her legs.

He knelt down in front of her and examined her sex, and she was helpless to stop him, licking her pussy as he held her buttocks to stop her moving. He kept taking the photos. Front views and side views, from down low to up high. Close ups and whole body shots. All the while he stroked his cock as it stood out from his flies.

He then quickly set up the camera on top of Colin's tripod, and took out what appeared to be a remote control. Satisfied he drew his shorts and pants down and stepped out of them, and calculating he had enough time to really enjoy himself pulled his T-shirt over his head, save for his shoes he was stark naked, his cock stiff and throbbing before returning to the girl.

She was still struggling to get free, but to no avail. 

He rubbed his hands all over her body whilst taking photos, fondling and teasing her tits and nipples, before returning to rubbing his hands between her outstretched legs his fingers parting her cunt lips. He pulled and fiddled with them, licking his finger before slowly sliding it into her vagina all the while photographing her discomfort. He pushed his nakedness against her rubbing his erect cock on her bare skin.

"Now isn't that nice, just what you wanted eh, nude and defenseless in the middle of the woods."

He looked at his watch, there should just be time. He stood behind her his cock against the crack of her naked buttocks. He again played some more with her tits before reaching down and by bending his knees the head of his cock across the mouth of her vagina. It was slippery He chuckled to himself, she must have been turned on a bit by her foreplay with the young man, and now he was going to get the benefit of it. She again tried to escape but it was useless. He wet the end of his cock with some saliva before using his fingers to part her vagina before sliding the shaft of his cock inside her. She moaned and struggled powerlessly as he started to violate her.

His fat cock stretched her cunt as he slid its full length inside. All the while when he could, he carried on photographing. He grunted as he thrust his cock in and out of her, pulling and playing with her tits and nipples before returning to fiddle with her clit as he fucked her.

"Do you like that my fat cock?" He whispered in her ear.

He drove the eight inches of his cock in faster and faster, it didn't take long as he was so excited and with a grunt his cock stiffen and then pulsed as he ejaculated into her. 

He stood holding her tightly, grasping her body to his, as his cock slowly deflating inside her. She groaned as the cock slid slowly out of her vagina. Again the camera clicking as he continued to photograph her with his semen oozing out of her vagina and sliding down her thighs.

He then quickly picked up his clothes, and camera. As he left he turned around, a looked at the slumped naked girl trapped and violated.

"Say hi to your friend, I'll be off now, have a nice day! "

And he was gone.