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A Walk in the Park

By: dash42



"Shall we go for a picnic?” you ask me.

"Sure. Where?" I ask, not really caring, just to be anywhere with you is a treat. 

"How about this place I know by the lake? I'm already to go, my backpack's in the truck."

"OK", I reply, gathering up my keys and sunglasses. It's a beautiful day outside with temperatures in the low 80's and not a cloud in the sky. I note the aforementioned backpack lying in the back of the cab, though I do not see a blanket for sitting on. My shirt is hanging loosely about me, mostly buttoned, and my shorts are perfect for the weather. You're clothing is similarly apt, though your shirt seems a bit loose on you.

"All right, how do we get there?" I ask. "Go up to the lake, take the first right and follow it around for perhaps five minutes. There's a little parking spot that leads to a secluded area." 

"OK," I figure that's good enough, particularly since you snuggle close to me once we're on the road to the lake. I glance down and notice you are not wearing much of a bra, and much of your lovely cleavage is viewable.

"Here's the turn," you tell me after a bit. 'Just follow the road for a few more minutes and we'll be there."

"Is this it?," I wonder, noting a small, shaded area off to the right.

"Not quite, just there on the left side," you point out. I can just make out the spot and wonder how you ever found it. This of course is not relevant, as I'm more concerned with turning into the narrow pathway. It is big enough, barely for the vehicle. "Just ahead it widens out in a nice grassy area overlooking the lake. Plenty of room to turn around."

"OK," I reply as the glen widens before me. "Let me get turned around, then we'll eat."

"Let's not eat, just yet. How about we go for a little stroll, first?" you ask as I shut the engine off. "I'm not really hungry, anyway."

"Sure, I'd like that." I get out of the truck, putting my keys in the backpack, then putting it over my shoulder

"Come on," you urge. I hurry and catch up to you, grabbing you around the waist and turning you to face me. I hold you for a short moment, then kiss you lightly on the mouth, the feel of you against me wonderfully refreshing after the time on the road.

" All right," I say as I release you, "let's walk." I shift the backpack a bit, trying to find the least uncomfortable position. It doesn't seem very heavy, just bulky and I realize the blanket is in it. "Which way?"

"Through there," you motion ahead, then hold my hand as we walk together through a forested patch. I can see glimpses of the lake through the trees, but nothing else. We continue down the path for a while, speaking of nothing in particular, happy to be in each other's company. 

The path opens onto a grassy plateau overlooking the water, a small clearing really, with a marvelous view of the lake. "Here we are," you say.

"It's beautiful," I breathe. I can see miles of shoreline and a great expanse of sapphire blue water. I let go of your hand and walk toward the water, stopping a few feet short of a drop. Glancing down I can see a gentle slope leading to the water. There did not appear to be footprints along the shore line, though this seemed a pristine fishing spot. Secluded from foot traffic and near deep water, just reachable with a good cast. I almost wish I had though to bring my gear.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I hadn't heard you approach. "So quiet and peaceful. Nobody for miles around."

"Really," I wonder. "Where's our blanket? If we're going to picnic, we need one."

You give me a smile that lights up your face, "Don't be silly, it's in the bag. Along with a couple of glasses, so be careful getting them out."

"OK," I lower the bag gently to the ground and unzip[ it. I remove a large folded blanket and set it on the ground.

"Come here," you tell me, "help me with this." You are slowly, and carefully unfolding the blanket and I soon see why. Two champagne flutes and a pony bottle are carefully wrapped within its protective folds. The champagne has been chilled, the condensation on the bottle stands out clearly.

"Open this," you say, handing me the bottle. I get it open with minimal effort, the cork already having been loosened. My success is announced with a gentle pop, and I hear you giggle. Placing the glasses near the mouth of the bottle, I fill them. Then take them from you as you finish spreading the blanket.

We sit together a moment in quiet appreciation of the surroundings. " A toast?" I ask.

"Only to us," you reply. 

"To us," I salute you with the glass, and then take a small sip. You wrap our arms together after your first sip, and then we drink together. I set my glass down and take your face in my hands, gently kissing you, tasting the champagne on your tongue.

"Hmm," you murmur. 

"Hmm, indeed. You lovely thing, you planned this all out, didn't you?"

"Only as far as having a drink. Anything else that happens is up to you"

"Anything," I ask raising my eyebrows lecherously.

"Anything," you respond quietly, yet firmly, before kissing me and holding me as tightly to you as possible. I can feel your nipples poking through the material of your shirt, and wonder how far I dare go. I know sex outdoors carries it's own thrill and wonder if you'll be cooperative. 

I gently caress you through your shirt, feeling your nipples stiffen to my touch. "Hmmm" I mutter, gently kissing your neck. I continue to caress you, stopping only to unbutton your blouse and move it aside, allowing my hands direct access to your naked breasts, your nipples hard in my palm. A gentle squeeze and roll, followed by a caress is the motion of my hand, while my lips continue their gentle explorations of your mouth, throat, and ears.

Sounds of pleasure issue forth from your lovely lips as your run a hand under the hem of my shorts, searching for my penis. Your hand gently caresses me, causing me to moan. I feel my cock hardening under your hand, its gentle caresses exciting me. "Hmmm," I murmur against your sweet neck. The gentle stroking continues, causing my cock to stiffen still further. 

My lips work their way down to your lovely chest, tasting the salty tang of your sweat, feeling your soft skin, taking each nipple slowly into my mouth. I suckle upon them, bringing them more firmly erect than previously. You moan pleasantly in response, removing your hand, working on the button of my shorts. As you do so, I gently stroke your pussy through the thin cotton of your shorts.

"Stop," you tell me. "Lie back, let me do you first." I lie back on the blanket, opening my shirt in the process, feeling the sun warm upon my chest. You wriggle my shorts off, exposing my hard cock to the warm air. 

"Hmm, that's nice," I tell you as you snuggle into a comfortable position, lying between my legs. You gently resume stroking my cock, arousing me some more. Placing a hand around the base of my cock, you gently lick the underside, causing me to gasp. "Hmm, hmmm. That's very nice," I tell you. You smile up at me, while continuing to lick me. 

You lick the underside from base to tip, kissing the top, then licking gently down one side and up the underside again. Again you kiss the tip gently before licking you way down the opposite side. Your left hand gently squeezes me when you place your kisses upon me, keeping my member still while you lick and kiss me. You move your right arm between my legs, gently cupping my balls, caressing the sensitive skin. Another smile with your tongue upon the head of my cock before you slowly close your lips around the head.

"Ah, yes. That feels so fucking good," I tell you. You pause, teasing me with what may come as your left hand gently caresses the length of my erection. A gentle flick of your tongue on the tip of my cock elicits another gasp. You firmly place your hand just beneath the crown, in contact with your luscious lips. You slowly move them both down, enveloping me with your mouth as your hand caresses me. "Hmm, hmm," I murmur. The feeling of your wonderful mouth and gentle hand working together upon my erection fill me with pleasure. I gently stroke your hair, wishing your pussy was before me so that I could repay you in kind, trading pleasure for pleasure. I know I will soon enough, so I simply sigh contentedly.

You raise your lovely lips to the tip of my cock again, give me a gentle kiss and wriggle forward. I lean toward you and our lips meet. Your left hand stops its gentle caressing long enough to guide my erection between your tits, while your right holds the right breast against me while your left moves to trap my cock between them. 

I lean back as you gently move your tits up and down, stroking my cock with your tender flesh. I gently brush your hair out of your face, revealing the most beautiful smile I have seen in a long time. "Enjoying yourself," you quietly ask.

"That seems apparent," I answer, gently clenching my buttocks causing my cock to twitch. "I want to lick you, " I tell you.

"I know," you tell me. "Not yet. Your first today." Your smile continues as you continue to slide my cock between your lovely tits, bringing me closer to orgasm. You gently and slowly work your way back down, keeping your tits in contact with my cock until the last possible minute, your lips kissing me before you release them. One remains against the side of my cock, while the left slips back between my legs, brushing my balls. 

You use your fingertips along my cock as you continue to run your beautiful lips up and down the length of my shaft. Your tongue along the underside of my cock is a warm, wet tunnel, guiding me in and out of your lovely lips. You slowly pull off, running your tongue around my head.

"Oh, fuck. That feels so good," I tell you. "I'm gonna cum, soon."

You simply smile, gently wrapping your hand around my shaft, returning your lips to my cock. You resume the combination of hand and mouth, adding slight pressure from your teeth. "Aahh," I hiss. "That's wonderful." You slowly continue, drawing out the experience, bringing me ever closer. You place both hands along side of my cock at the base, using only your mouth. This slows me down somewhat, but is just as pleasurable. 

"Hmm, hmm, hmm," you hum as you continue bobbing your head up and down. You add tongue and resume gently stroking me with your right hand. This is almost too much.

"I'm really close," I tell you, again. "I'm gonna cum." 

You increase the pace of your hand, shifting your weight a bit. "Oh yeah, I'm cumming!" I tell you. The first burst lands within your mouth as you continue stroking me. The next lands upon your cheek and neck as you slide forward some more, causing the rest of my cum to splatter over your beautiful tits.

"Uh, huh, uh huh," I grunt, unable to say anything coherent, so intense is the pleasure you have given me. You slowly rub my cock over your cheek, using it to wipe my cum off your face, smiling as you lick it clean. I groan again as you return my cock to your loving mouth, trying to get every last drop.

I grab your shoulders, pulling you up to me, holding you close as I kiss you. I roll over atop you, pushing your shorts off you in one smooth motion, leaning up to admire your beautiful pussy. Your freshly trimmed pubic hair is forming an arrow to my target. I position myself between your legs, admiring your smooth lips, silently thanking you for trimming your hair this closely. 

I gently lick your swollen lips, causing you to moan softly. "Hmm, ," I hear," that's nice." I continue slowly licking your lips, working around the edges, between your lip and thigh, over the top of your clit, down the other side. Holding your pussy closed. I glance up to see you rubbing your tits, pinching your nipples, keeping your arousal high. Another lick of your lips and the circuit begins again, though this time I pinch your vulva as I slide over the top of your clit. "Ung," I hear you moan, as I slide my tongue down the inside of you thigh. 

I reach the bottom of your pussy and can taste your juices as they seep through your pinched lips. I release them and slowly run my tongue up the length of your slightly parting lips, enjoying the taste of the journey. My tongue flits lightly over your clit, before I slide it back down the side of your lips. On reaching the bottom, I enjoy the taste of your arousal from the small pool that has gathered. I return to holding your lips closed, parting only the bottom portion enough to drink of you. Your moans of pleasure are becoming louder and more frequent. 

"Close?" I ask you.

"Uh, huh," you reply. "Very"

"Good," I reply remaining above you. I pinch you lightly to keep you aroused, but I am trying to keep from climax for the moment. My right hand gently rubs your inner thighs then works north toward your lovely tits. As I reach them, I gently pull each nipple, feeling them grow hard beneath my fingers. Gentle "hmmm's" are your responses to them.

"Still aroused?"

"Yes," you reply. 

"Good." I slowly release my grip on your lips, allowing them to spread on their own, revealing your lovely, wet pussy. A small pool of your juices has gathered along the bottom of your cunt and your inner lips glisten with their own moisture. I gently squeeze your clit as I lower my mouth to your beautiful pussy once again. I run my tongue from top to bottom, circling your clit before licking the pooled cum on the bottom. 

"Nngg," you murmur. "That's so nice." I do not reply, instead gently nipping your clit between my teeth, causing you to gasp. I slowly work a finger into your dripping box, coating it with your juice before sliding it down and against your ass. You respond to the pressure by lifting your hips, encouraging me to bring you off. 

"Easy," I tell you. "It's not time yet." You groan slightly in frustration, but relax your thighs, lowering your luscious pussy down. I resume licking you, my finger gently stroking the inner surface of your vulva. Up and around my tongue goes, tracing paths of delight. Your moans are again drawing closer together and I again pause, smacking your exposed clit as I do so. You gasp in response, more in surprise than pain, as it was not hard.

"What was that for?" you wonder.

"Trying to climax before I want you to," I tell you with another pussy slap. You moan again, then subside, trying to be patient. "Let me know when you've calmed down a bit," I say," I want to try something before I finish you off."

"OK, as long as it's not too kinky," you tell me. I just smile in return. My cock is rock hard, though not visible to you, aching to enter you and fill you. "OK," you say after a couple of minutes," I'm calmed down." 

"All right. Close your eyes," I tell you. No point in telling you to spread your legs since they've been that way for a time. After your eyes have closed, I slowly rise to my knees and gently place the head of my dick against your soaking pussy. I place your arm across your eyes as I see them fluttering, wanting to open, and hold it there as I thrust into you, filling your cunt with my hard cock. 

"Oh, yes," you groan, "that feels so good." I continue to thrust in and out for a couple of minutes, allowing the excitement to build in both of us. When I sense you are about ready to explode, I pull out. Your moan is one of unendurable frustration, so close did I come to bringing you off. 

"I'm now going to finish licking you off," I tell you. Changing position to bring my cock within reach of your wonderful hands and (hopefully) mouth, I lower my face to you and resume feasting. As I slip a finger into your dripping pussy, I feel your hand lightly run along my shaft, keeping me hard. I gently nip your clit and you respond by drawing my dripping cock into your lovely mouth, eagerly licking your juices off of me as I slide my wet finger up your ass. 

"Ah, yes," I moan against your pussy. "That's feels so good."

You engulf my hard cock within your mouth, sucking me faster and faster, keeping time with my own circling tongue and thrusting fingers, coming ever closer to a powerful orgasm. You release your oral grip on me, your hand stroking me as you scream out your pleasure. "Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes," You moan loudly as the waves of your orgasm rush through you.

I pause in my ministrations, withdraw my fingers and tell you to turn over. As you settle into position, I move behind you and briefly place the head of my cock against your wet ass. You shift your weight back toward me, invitingly, but instead I shove my hard dick deep into your pussy, fucking you hard and fast, keeping the waves of orgasm running through you.

A constant stream of "Uh, huh, uh, huh," is all you can say as I thrust in and out of your dripping snatch. I rub my hands over your ass cheeks and suddenly pause, just the tip of my cock in you, waiting.

"Hmmm," you murmur," don't stop."

Waiting. 

I slap your ass hard as I resume pushing into you, causing you to gasp louder than ever. "Uh, huh. Cum baby, fill me with your hot cum" I continue thrusting, in, out, in out, pause." Please cum!" Slap and resume, faster and harder, building ever closer. Faster, faster, faster until I can't take it any more.

"I'm cumming," I tell you, gasping as you feel the spurts of my cum shooting from my spasming cock. "Hnnn, " I mutter as I slowly come to a stop. Holding you steady as I rub your ass where I spanked you, soothing your abused muscle, gently rubbing up along your back, calming us both.

You collapse forward as my dick limply slides out, spent and tired. I lay beside you, gently stroking your lovely long hair as we gather our breath, enjoying the peaceful stillness that has returned to our little piece of heaven.

To be continued...

A Walk in the Park



We did this every night. Exercise that it. We did it together to keep us from quitting, if one didn't want to go, the other made them. Usually we just jog around the local park a few times (only at night, we both prefer the dark). However, tonight wasn't a normal work out. About halfway around the park my jogging partner stopped me and told me to follow her. She led me to the middle of the park, and also the darkest, and kissed me. 

"What are you doing, Jenn?" She grabbed my hand and put it on her breast, effectively shutting me up, and kissed me again. Something told me I shouldn't just sit there, so I grabbed her ass and pulled me forward. I never noticed how sexy Jennifer was. I had seen her breasts bouncing when she jogged, and heaving when we got back, but I never really paid attention. Now, with one in my hand, I squeezed it, and played with the nipple through the fabric of her shirt, coming to the conclusion that her breasts were easily a C-cup. Her ass was thick, and full, and she really seemed to like it when I rubbed it.

OK, reality check. Here I am, tongue down the throat of a beautiful woman...my jogging partner for God's sake! I've been jogging with her for over 4 months and never noticed how sexy she was. I couldn't let the opportunity get away from me, so I massaged her ass even more, making her grind her hips against my erection. The more I played with her tit and ass, the more she rubbed her pussy against me. After only 2 minutes, she began moaning in my mouth. I couldn't believe it, she was cumming. Jennifer was really humping me now, and through my pants. Her moans became squeals, her squeals became screams, as she ground her pussy against me, bringing herself to orgasm.

She pulled away and smiled at me, arching her back. I took a step back to admire her beautiful body as she stripped. Her stomach was tight, and her breast were large, only sagging a little bit from their weight. But I wasn't ready for what I saw when she took her pants of. Her thighs were amazing. Thick, but no where near fat. Her legs were incredibly long, and her soaked vagina was hairless. She turned around to pull her panties of the rest of the way, giving me a peek at her ass. It was perfect, it looked as thick and full as it felt, and had a nice round shape.

"You like what you see?" Like she had to ask. She must have read my mind, because she grinned and laid down on the cool, wet grass. She spread her arms and the light bouncing off of her sweaty breasts made her look angelic. I climbed over her, and finally got my mouth around her hard, quarter sized nipple. I sucked her, like I was nursing, and she loved it. She was moaning and fingering herself when I stopped.

"No..uhh...don't stop..uhhh." I rubbed her breast and told her to get up. She looked at me with a puzzled look as I walked behind her, but understood as soon as I cupped her breasts from behind. 

"Ohhhhh, yeah, do it, stick it in me baby." I was happy to oblige, I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my cock. She moaned, very loudly, as I worked myself into her. My God she was tight! After a minute of slowly pushing into her, I finally felt her ass rubbing against the base of my prick. She lifted her head and raised her arms, giving me full access to her tits. I grabbed them and started moving my hips, in and out. She pushed back into me. 

When I felt her ass press against me, it drove me wild. We began pounding each other, her back onto my cock, and me forward into her pussy. We went on like this for a good 20 minutes, making our fair share of noise. When I felt my load swell up in my balls a rammed her furiously. She screamed as she began her orgasm, starting mine. I felt my cum splash into her, while she gyrated her hips. We finally regained or composure, and to our horror we saw a Latin woman staring at us.....

To Be Continued...?? (let me know what you think of the first one, then maybe I'll write a second) 



A Walk In The Park



Each day I spend my lunch down at the park in town. It is down by the lake. I sit and eat my lunch and watch the people walk by. I watch them and they watch me. Then when I’m done I go for a long walk. Each day that I go I start my walk about the same time. At 12:30 pm I start my walk. I like to walk the same way each day. On the 6th or 7th day I spotted a nice looking black lady walking the other way. I said hi and keep on walking. The next day I saw her once more. She gave me a nice smile and said hi and on walking. This went on for 2 weeks. I thought, what the hell I’ll time it so she is walking past me and I’ll walk the other way. She never came. So I started my walk. As luck would have it she was walking the same direction as I was. I saw her and smiled. She must have thought of the same thing I did. As she came up to me I stopped and asked if I could walk with her.    

 “Sure you can, you never know when someone might jump out and get me”. Her skin was light brown. Just like a tan. She stood about 5’6”, about 130 lbs. Had light black hair. As for her shape. Not bad. I could not tell to much more about her. We talk some and then I had to go back to work.

 “Could I walk with you again”? Her smile told me that I should say yes. “Sure you can, never know when someone will jump out at me”. Her smile told me that she must have found that funny.

 At lunch the next day she was sitting on the bench. I sat, we talked and then started our walk. At the end of it I asked her if she would like to go to dinner that Friday night. “Sure, but just dinner. We still have a lot to talk about”. I felt funny. Did she think I was just going to take her out and fuck her. I would have if she didn’t say anything. “Sure, just dinner, then home”. 

 Friday came and we walked. That night I picked her up and we went to dinner. She had on a dress with a slit up the side. As Mary (that is her name) got into the car I got a view of her legs. I could see she had on stockings and garter belt. The top was made of lace. As Mary sat I looked down at her breast. That was the first time I got to see them. Damn, did they look great. Two light brown globs. Inside a black lace bra. My eyes must have burnt a hole in her bra. 

 “Our you going to close the door or stand and look down my top all night”. What could I say. She knew that I was looking and the smile told me that it was okay.

“No, No I was thinking. No I was looking. This is the first time I have ever. What can I say, I’m sorry”. I have always loved the way black woman say what they think. Like most white men, we do not do that. But I must have still been looking when she told me to.

 “Honey, close the door and your mouth. People are looking at you. Haven’t you ever seen black tits”?  “Yes I have but not like yours”. I closed the car door and we drove to dinner. As we ate we talked more about each other. I told her that I was 35. My wife had walked out on me. I never told her why. She was 28 never married and did not think she would. I had no girl friends and she was not seeing anyone at this time. After dinner we danced and had a few drinks. It was getting on to 1 am and I said I thought it was time to get her home. In the car on the way to her place she sat right next to me. I had kissed her a few times on the dance floor and now with her breasts showing more and her dress high on her thighs I kissed her once more. This time I put more feeling into it. Her mouth open and she sucked my in. Her hand went to my cock and I felt her squeeze it. Her tongue was now dancing with my tongue. She was sucking it like it was a cock. I knew that black woman could suck cock. But the way Mary was working my tongue. I knew she would suck me dry.

 I was the first to pull back. “Mary. I know that I said just dinner. So with that said I should drop you off. If I don’t stop, I think you understand”. I pull back and just looked at her. “ I think I should go”.

 “Bob, I know what I said and I think we should go up to my place and talk”.   “Talk. if I come up to your place I’m going to take you to bed. I’m a nice guy but my cock is hard my head is spinning and I’m so horny right now I could fuck a duck”. Mary smiled and told me to come up.   “Are you horny, could you fuck a duck as you say. I think that you better be careful on what you wish for, and what you are looking for”. With that Mary started to strip. First came her dress. She stood in a black lace bra. I think it was a 34b. She had on a pair of black lace panties. Under then a garter belt and black stocking with a lace top. 

 “Now my dear, would you like to see more”? With that she took a step towards me and started to unbutton my shirt. She pulled it open and started to suck my nipples. As her lips suck me I felt her fingers on my zipper. down it came. Then Mary open my belt and unbutton my pants. 

 “No...... No. I’ll do that”. To late. My pants started to come down and I knew from the look on her face she could see I was wearing panties. I had forgot all about them. I was so horny.      “That is why my wife walked out. I have a thing for panties”. I was bending over to pull them up. “I’ll leave. I hope that we still can take our walks”? 

 I felt her hand under my chin. Pull me back up. Then I felt her hand on my cock. “No just stand and let Mary do what she does best”.

 Mary was looking me in the face as she knelt. Her fingers now pull my lace panties down. Then my cock came out. Her eyes never left my eyes , her mouth open and I felt her pull my cock in. Her wet lips pulling my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Then I felt the heat from her mouth. She had about 5” of me in when she took it all. I’m only 6.5”. Not to big around. About two fingers around. I could feel the back of her mouth. Her eyes still looking at me. Then she started. Up and down. In and out. Her hand was jacking me off as she used her mouth to fuck me with. Faster and faster. I could not talk my eyes off her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and I could tell she was off in her own world. I put my hands on the side of her face and just let her do her thing. I was going to cum, and soon.

 “Mary. I think that I’m going to...... cum”. I felt her slow down and her eyes came back to the right spot.       “Bob, I think that it is time for you to know what I have been trying to tell you all night. Let me show you. We both have secret. You wear panties and I well I wear it all”.

  Mary was standing and as she did she pulled her panties down. I saw a small cock. 

  “What the fuck is that”? I just looked. I had seen a few in books and thought about them but never thought I would see one this way. 

  “If you would like you can leave now. Or stay and see what else this black girl can do”. 

 With her panties down all I could do was look. “Take your bra off so I can se all of you”. 

 Her hand went behind her and her bra fell. Now standing in front of me was a woman with a cock. A woman on top and a man on the bottom. Her breast looked about 34b. A nice nipple on the end. They did look real. Her waist must have been 24 or 26. With her garter belt on it made it look all that mush better. And now for her hips. 36 I would say. But her cock was making my. how can I say HORNY. It was sticking out from her garter belt. I put my hand on it and felt it. Hard, but soft. It was about 5” long. 

 I have never felt any ones cock before. But I knew what I liked. I pulled it some. And then I looked at her.

 “Mary. I have never done anything like this. But I think that it is the next step for me. So if you could help me and tell me what to do”. As I was talking I was kneeling down. I was now looking right at her cock. I looked up and she pushed forward. I felt it touch my lips. I open my mouth and I felt it go in. My eyes still locked on hers. My lips felt in going in and then coming back out. In and out. As it went back in it went deeper each time. I could see the underside of her breast. I have never saw tits like that. I could see them bounce as she pushed in and out. I put my hands on her hips and Mary fucked my mouth. The first time I had felt this and I knew now why woman love to suck cock. It is so personal. So private. It is like jacking-off. Something that you would not do in front of anyone. But this was different. With her in a garter belt it made it okay.

 “Bob. If you do not stop I’m going to cum in your mouth. And as you said this is your first time. I would like to do it on your face. If you would let me”?

 Let her. Fuck I would let her do anything she liked. “Okay, on my face it is. As long as I can do the same”?

 Mary’s hips went faster and faster. Her hands held my face as she fuck my mouth. I could hear her talking to me.

“That’s it suck my cock and make me cum. Make Mary cum on your face. Your suck cock so go. It is hard to tell that you have never done this. Now.....Suck it now. I’m going to cum. Let me cum on your face. Open you mouth and open your eyes so you can see it. NOW”.

 I felt the heat from her cum. It hit my face and ran down my cheek. It was on my chin. I looked on as Mary jacked-off onto my face. I have seen this in movies but now I knew how it felt. Now I knew why woman let men do it. The last few drops ran down my face and Mary knelt and started to lick it off. This was something new to me. I have never done that. But I have never sucked a “woman’s cock” before. 

  Now I was sitting and Mary was on the floor. Her face near my cock. My panties still pulled down but this time I could hear her saying.

  “Do it. Jack off for me. Let me watch you jack-off in front of me. That’s it pull your cock. Rub it. Let me see you cum as I pull your panties up. Let me see you cum and on face. Then I’m going to make you lick me clean. Your going to lick your com off my face and tits. Please cum for me”. As Mary talked she was jacking off with me. I have only seen one other guy jack off but this was so different. 

 Mary’s hand now started to pull my panties up. I knew I was going to cum. I jacked -off faster and looking right at her face I started to cum.

 “Now take it now. Let me watch it land on your face. My dear sweet Mary. Let me cum all over you”. I felt myself coming. I have not cum that much in years. It was running down her face and cheeks It was on her chin. The last of it went right into her mouth and she smiled and licked her lips. 

 “Now you. Lick it and you will know why we love to suck cock and drink cum”.

 I did. For the first time I tasted my own cum and loved it. I licked her face and tits. I lick off the cum that had dropped onto her cock and she started to get hard all over.

  I did spend the night and I have been seeing her for about 1 year now. I’ll have to tell you about some of the other things we have done. 

Drop me an e-mail and let me know what you think of me and Mary  



A Walk in the Park



This happened a few years ago with an ex-girlfriend of mine. I have changed the names but if she were to read this, she would know. I suppose I would have been about 24 or 25 at the time. Karen (I’ll call her) was a good few years younger, in her late teens. She had a stunning figure. Slim legs that went all the way up. A tight ass and perky tits that stuck out, grabbing the attention that she loved to get. Her hair was naturally black (the Italian in her), but her skin was as white as snow (the Irish in her). She was near perfect and she knew it (shame her personality was not quite as nice as her looks – that’s why we eventually split). 

I loved being seen out with her. I’m not at all the jealous type. If another guy looks at my girl, I count myself lucky I’m with a girl worth looking at. Which was very lucky with Karen. She always wore the shortest of skirts that came just below her backside. And hold up stockings that just peeped out from below her skirt when she bent over. And if she did bend over, you were guaranteed an eyeful of hairy pussy, as she rarely wore panties. Maybe a gstring at most. Her tops were generally flimsy and, although she wasn’t a big-breasted girl, she had a beautiful pair of tits, that she loved to show off whenever possible.

I managed a local biker bar at the time, which was owned by the Hells Angels. It of course had a pool table. She was a good player and her favourite trick was to bend right over the table to take a shot. Her skirt would ride up her ass and show her pussy to anyone who wanted to look. Of course her opponent would be put right of his game and she would clean up. I loved it. Several times she had a Biker goose her bare ass from behind. 

She often flirted around the place, giving glimpses of cleavage, stocking tops or pussy, and we often got hot when the pub closed as we talked about her flirting. I would get really turned on by her exhibitionism. On more than one occasion we fucked right there on the bar or the pool table after hours. 

On this particular evening, I had the night off. We were saving for our own place, so money was tight. But at the same time we lived with her mother, so as you can imagine, rather than stay in we had decided to take a walk in the local park. The park was a quiet place that people very seldom went to as it was on the edge of town. It was also large with plenty of little hide-a-ways where you could sneak off and get intimate. On more than one occasion we had taken advantage of the seclusion that was available. The evening was warm and sultry, making the air close and thick.

Karen had made it very obvious what she was after and why we were walking in the park. She was wearing her customary short dress and hold up stockings. The dress was tight with poppers all the way up the front. Great for easy access as all you needed to do was pull the top of the dress and the fasteners would pop all the way down. It was one of my favourites for obvious reasons.

We walked around the park on one of its many footpaths. As we rounded one of the bends, Karen saw a young man sitting on a park bench smoking. She asked me if she could have some flirty fun with him. Of course I agreed. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time I had watched as she exposed herself to other men. She told me to go sit next to him and wait for her little show. So I casually trotted down the footpath towards the man. He was younger than me, quite fit and attractive. As I drew up next to him I pulled out a cigarette and asked him for a light. I offered him a cigarette and sat next to him, engaging him in small talk about football and the like. A few minutes later, Karen sauntered down the path towards me; using the wiggliest walk I’ve ever seen her put on. I pretend not to know her. She had undone the top and bottom popper on her dress, exposing a little more cleavage. The tops of her stockings show as she strides forward. As she gets level with the guy, and me, she drops her handbag on the floor. Some of the contents spill out so that she has to bend over to retrieve them. She picks up her lipstick, letting us see her tits hang inside of her dress. She has removed her bra. She then turns and picks up her compact, bending so we can see her ass and the tight thong she is wearing. It leaves very little to the imagination. Her pussy lips glisten where the thong has slipped in between them. I glance at the guy sitting next to be and I swear he is almost drooling. Certainly she has got his attention. 

Karen then sits on the bench opposite the two of us. She spreads her legs to give us a view of her panties. She fans her face pretending the heat of the summer evening is getting to her. Karen then proceeds to undo a few more poppers on the dress. This is daring. She had never gone quite this far before. Usually it was just a flash of her muff or a glimpse of her tits. This was the first full on nudity she had ever gone for. Not that I was complaining. My heart was beating like a jackhammer. The excitement was killing me. She had now undone the dress completely and it gapped open exposing her totally. Other than her thong, she may as well have been naked. Her rosy red nipples were rock hard, pointing towards us accusingly. She ran her hands up and down her exposed body, fondling her own breasts and stroking her tummy. 

I looked again at the guy sitting next to me. By now he was sporting a huge hard on. Not that I was surprised with the show Karen was putting on. I was hard myself. Karen let her hand wander down and she slipped a finger under the string of her thong and pulled it to one side, parting her soaking cunt lips so that we could see the redness of her swollen pussy. She stroked a finger around the outside of her labia, the tip getting wet from the love juice she was oozing. Karen then transferred the juice to her nipples making each of them wet with her own fluid. Rolling the hard nibs between her fingers. It was obvious she was enjoying this already.

The guy sitting next to me spoke for the first time since Karen had arrived. “You dirty little cow,” he said. He turned to me “I reckon she’ll take the both of us.” As we looked back towards Karen, she had stood and discarded her dress completely. She was in the process of removing her thong, which she dropped to the ground and stepped out of. She now sat back down, wearing only her stockings and heels. I have to say that at that point, I was a little uncomfortable with where this was heading. Don’t get me wrong; I had nothing against a threesome. But with a complete stranger, in a public place. But as I considered the idea, I figured, why not? 

Karen was now frigging her self silly and rubbing her tits. Her arm extended and a finger pointed out to the guy, beckoning him towards her. The guy looks at me, half surprised and half as if looking for permission. What could I say? “Go for it mate”. He stands and crosses the footpath. He halts in front of Karen and seems a little unsure of what he should de. 

Karen makes the decision for him. “Tongue fuck me” she commands. He didn’t need any second bidding and dropped to his knees between her thighs, burying his head into her muff. 

Karen looked over him to me and winked, looking to see if I was OK with this. I winked back to show that I was. “Now you. Come here and let me suck your cock.” Like I needed to be asked twice. I stepped onto the bench and unzipped my fly and dropped my trousers. I was rock hard already, but Karen just pulled me into her mouth and started to suck me hard. Her tongue licked up and down my shaft. I don’t know how I didn’t just come there and then. The guy between her legs was really getting into his task and by now had Karen moaning. It was obvious she was going to come. She threw her legs over his shoulders and pulled him tight into her cunt. He must have had trouble breathing. I reached down and fondled her breasts, tweaking her nipples and caressing her soft flesh. She bucked on his face and sucked hard on me, using my cock as a gag to stifle the moans that she was giving off. Once her orgasm had subsided, she released him from between her legs and stood up. Karen bent over the bench and looked at me. “Come on then. Fuck me.” I grabbed her hips and slid easily into her cunt. The other guy had done his job well. She really was wet. 

Not wanting to be left out, he moved round the front of her and presented her his dick to suck on. I have to say I was a little disappointed as I was hoping he would be big, not to say that he was small. But it would have been nice to see Karen’s pussy getting stretched by a thick rod. He started to pump her face as I fucked her. It was incredibly erotic to watch his dick disappear down her throat. We fucked like this for a while. Then Karen took the guy from her mouth. “I want both of you inside me”. It wouldn’t the first time we had gone for a double penetration. I withdrew from her and let her decide how she wanted to play this. 

She pushed the other guy onto the bench and sat astride him. She lowered her self onto his dick and slowly slid up and down him a few times. His face was a picture. I moved behind her. I was a little unsure of what to use as lubrication. Karen pointed to her handbag. I opened it and found a tub of Royal Jelly. I took the top off and smeared a generous amount of the jelly onto my dick and around her asshole. The guy underneath her was bucking away, trying to fuck her, but Karen stopped him, she wanted to make this last a while longer. I slowly insert a finger into her tight rosebud; stretching the tightness a little, ready to slip my dick into her. But Karen was too horney. “Stop fucking about and get your dick in me”. I did as I was told. I presented the tip of my dick to her hole and started to slowly ease my way in, a millimetre at a time. But Karen just pushed herself onto me and I slid all the way into her. She was now pierced by both of us. She rocked backwards and forwards on our dicks. The man under her pushed up and I pushed into her harder and faster. She orgasmed at least three times as we fucked her. One after the other in quick succession. 

This was getting me hotter than hell and I really wanted to blow my load. I was getting worried that the man under her might come soon as well. I was aware he was not wearing a condom. But Karen solved the problem. “No more. I want your come on me now.” I withdrew and stood back. She stepped off of the guy and sat down on the bench. We both stood in front of her. She turned first to him and began to suck and lick his cock. With her spare hand she pumped mine. Before many seconds he starts to moan. She deep throats him and her head bobs faster and faster up and down his dick. Suddenly her cheeks puff out as he empties his load into her mouth. Karen rarely swallowed. She pulled her mouth away from his cock and spat his come out onto her tits. She wanked him onto her face and wiped the last residue around her cheeks. I have to say he did produce a fair amount on come and it covered Karen’s face and tits. She then turned her attention to me. I was desperate to come but had managed to keep my hand away from my cock. She pulled me into her mouth and, as for the other guy, deep throated me and licked up and down my shaft. I did not last long and felt the come rising up my dick. I grunted as I came hard. She again let me come in her mouth but spat it onto her tits. More come splattered across Her neck and tits. She wiped the last traces onto her tits. I stood back to look at her. It looked so bloody sexy. Her covered in all that come. She then proceeded to rub and massage the come into her tits. They shined in the moonlight from the wet sticky come. 

At this point I was thinking of coming clean with the guy and admitting that I knew Karen. But she just stood up, gathered her dress, panties and handbag and walked off round the corner before I could confess. I could think of nothing to say to the guy so chose instead to tidy myself up and walk off in the opposite direction. I walked down the path and wondered where Karen had gone. As I pondered, my mobile buzzed in my pocket. A text message. “Meet me in the toilets.”

I made my way there and met her in the ladies. She had tidied herself up and got dressed. We hugged and kissed for a while and then I asked her is she had enjoyed herself. She admitted to being slightly worried about getting caught, but that had added to her arousal. I hoped we would do it again some time. We never did though. 

Unfortunately, it was not long after that we spit up. Which has definitely been for the best.

I don’t get to do things like this anymore as my girlfriend is not so adventurous, she doesn’t even do anal, let alone exhibitionism and threesomes, but that memory of Karen, sitting on a park bench, her creamy white skin covered in come and bathed in moonlight, will be with me forever.



A Walk In the Park



It was a beautiful warm evening. As I sat on the bench, the breeze made my hair dance across my face, and blew my dress up a little, revealing more thigh than it should. I held it down with my hand, and looked around to see if He was here yet. 

He had told me to meet him here at 7.30. It was closer to 8pm now, and still no sign. The breeze rippled through the fabric of my dress, and my nipples twitched against the cold air.

I fidgeted on the bench. I feel so naked when He doesn't let me wear underwear. Especially when the dress he tells me to wear is a thin cotton number, with shoe-string straps and a style that that just skims my body. It's short too, and could quite easily pass as a chemise.

I hear a chain rattle behind me, and turn round quickly, to see Sir standing there, with my leash in his hand. In the other hand is my collar. Not the one I had forgotten to wear, even though I'd been instructed to, either. This was my punishment collar. It's about 2 inches wide, black, and heavily studded. Attached to it are 4 silver D rings. 

I looked into his eyes, searching desperately for clues as to what he was thinking. He could see what I was thinking. My eyes said it all. I was horrified. I was annoyed with myself for forgetting the collar in the first place (how could I?), and utterly dumbstruck that He had brought this one with him, along with the leash. That leash had been used to walk me around the house. And round the garden. Once. When it was very late, and very dark. Once, when I had acted 'cocky' with him.

I soon dropped that attitude.

It was the first time I'd ever seen them outside of the privacy of our home.

I looked around, to gauge how many people were about at this time of evening. Not too many, thankfully.

He smiled at me, and passed me the collar. 

'put it on, you naughty little slut'. He isn't impressed with me, I can hear it in his voice. I quickly put the collar round my neck, and tighten it so that I can feel it against my throat. My heart is beginning to pound now. I can hear it in my ears. The fear of the unknown circles around my cunt, and makes it feel damp. I can feel it against my dress. 

'on your knees'. He watches as I slide off the bench and onto my knees, and then he comes to the front of me, and attaches the leash to my collar, making me hold my hair out of the way for him.

He shows me the end of the leash, which is a leather looped handle, and tells me to kiss it (as he always does). I have to kiss it passionately too. Not a quick peck, how you might kiss your Nan. I close my eyes, and brush my lips against the leather, inhaling deeply as I do. I love the smell of leather; it makes me instantly horny. I open my mouth and kiss the strap, using my lips, tongue and teeth to show Sir how much I love my leash.

I'm fully aware of my cunt now, because it's throbbing against itself, against this public display of humiliation. I daren't open my eyes, in case someone somewhere can see me. 

Sir grabs the strap backs, and then slaps me across the cheek with it. It stings. I gasp in shock. I wasn't expecting that. I don't like the way I feel now. I look down to the ground, tears in my eyes. 

There's something about a slap to the face that makes me feel so very small.

'I am very disappointed in you this evening, slut. I had a lovely evening planned for you and that tree there', and he pointed a large tree that lay to the edge of the woods, about 20 feet away from us. 'But seeing as how you were mindless enough to forget your collar, I think I shall have to put into practise plan B. But don't worry, it will still involve that tree'.

My eyes stay on the ground. 

'lets walk', and he tugs gently on the leash. As I reach forward to get onto my hands and knees, I become very aware that my dress isn't hiding anything. IF there was anyone behind me, they would have caught a very good glimpse of my shaven cunt and arsehole. A whimper escaped from my throat. Sir tugged harder on the leash.

'Come on bitch, we haven't got all night. Why are you fidgeting? Do you need to use the toilet?'.

I shake my head and manage a 'no Sir'. I start 'walking', as slowly and steadily as I can, trying to prevent my dress riding up my arse any more than it has already.

I don't know what's more embarrassing - having my most private holes on display like this, or to display them in their obvious state of horniness. The juices emitting from me are making my cunt glisten under the sunset.

Sir walks a little faster, and I find I'm having to 'trot' in order to keep up with him.

He stops by the tree he pointed out earlier. It's more secluded here. At least I might be saved from too much shame by the shadows that the trees are casting.

Sir points to a spot on the ground, where the grass is quite long, and tells me I may go to the toilet there, if I need to.

'I don't need to Sir', I tell him softly.

'Well that's a shame, because I need you to. I need to see you pissing in the park, like everyone else's slut does. Now piss for me'.

I can feel my cheeks start to blush. I move to the patch of grass that Sir pointed to, and cock my leg up against the tree, just as he had showed me when we were at home, in our bedroom, and I was kneeling on the plastic sheet. I can't seem to make anything come out. 

'I can't do it Sir' I whimper. 

Maybe it will help if you get into your role more slut. Bark a little for me.'

I let out a few very quiet and shaky 'woof's, not daring to take my eyes off the ground.

Still nothing comes.

'Maybe it will help if I piss too slut?' he asks. Maybe it will. Before I can think anymore about it, I can feel warm liquid in my hair, dripping down onto my face and then to the grass. My back and shoulders are lightly sprayed with urine as I finally let a trickle of piss out of me. It runs slowly down my leg, but then as it gushes faster, it sprays up my leg, onto my stomach and onto the grass below my knees.

I feel so utterly dirty now. I think I want to cry. My face is pushed to the ground, into the puddle of piss we have just made and as I try to wriggle out of it, he holds me there with one hand. My dress is wet; I can feel it cold against my skin. My ass is sticking out proudly – it's his favourite position; face to the floor, arse in the air - just proudly enough for Sir to take a tube of KY, and squeeze the contents into my asshole. 

I can feel it filling me up. Cold. Filling. I want to struggle with him, because I'm acutely aware of how I look to a passer-by. Like a dirty little slut, covered in piss, and about to take a good anal fucking. But I can't struggle. I have to hold the jelly where it is. As I concentrate on the muscles in my arse, everything changes. I forget that I'm in a public place. I forget how naked I am. I forget how dirty and wet I look. 

Sir runs his fingers along the slit of my cunt, and whispers to me that I am wetter than he's ever felt before. I whimper something – I feel embarrassed at how horny I feel. I know that whatever he wanted me to do for him now, I'd do. 

This evening, he wants to fuck my arse. He's not done that yet. We've played games with it, but the actual fucking bit makes me too nervous. He circles my arse hole with his fingers, and as he does I can feel my cunt twitching. Needing. To be filled. My thigh is wet. 

'tell me what you want', he whispers to me.

'I want you to fuck my arse Sir. Please'

Then he does. . Slowly. I feel tense. He pushes into me gradually, and as I push back on him, it doesn't hurt so much. I feel so full now, right into my stomach. I can feel the jelly oozing out as he pushes in. Embarrassment isn't a factor anymore. As he fucks me, I'm growling into the wet grass. So free. His hand is supporting me from underneath. His fingers are strumming at my clit, and I'm bucking my hips at him. Need more. Want more. Charges of electricity run through me. 

I tell him I need to cum. I can barely speak. He whispers to me that I can't. I mustn't. I don't know how I can hold it. He pounds into me now, roughly, and I can feel cum fill my arsehole. Hot. I'm so close to the edge now I am crying. And then he stops, and takes his cock out of my arse. I can feel him looking at me. Looking at my arsehole that's not a virgin hole anymore. Looking at the wetness of my cunt, my thighs, as my arse sticks into the air, fully open and not at all shy…

I can't hear anything but the grass rustling in the wind around my face. And there's distant traffic noises. But I can't hear him. Moving. Or breathing. I want to see where he is, but I daren't. He never said I could move. SO I stay as I am. Cum is dribbling out of my arse now – I can feel it running down the crack into my cunt, down my leg. I love the feel of his cum on my skin. 

I can feel the cold night air. Then I feel something else. A tug on my leash. As I lift my head up to stop myself being strangled, a hood is put over my head. The leash is let go of, and my head falls to the ground. Plunged into darkness. Closeness. The smell of leather again. So close to my face. I struggle to breathe. While I'm dealing with that, my hands have been pulled up behind my back and tied with what feels like Hessian rope. I'm trying not to panic. I'm pulled to my feet by my bound wrists. And my back is pushed against what must be the tree. I can feel the bark digging into my shoulder blades. Rough. Hard. Cold. There are no words. Just me, in this dark little world, alone with my fear, at the hands of who I presume is Sir. He wouldn't harm me. He wouldn't hurt me…

I can feel more rope. Around my ankles. My feet are kicked apart. I can feel more cum trickling down my leg. Whimpers are escaping my throat, and I can't move my feet. They've been tied to the tree. I push against the restraints, to see if I'm really as stuck as I think I am. And I am. More rope. Threaded through the side rings in my collar. Tied again, round the tree.

I feel sick. And cold. And like I can't breathe. My head is swimming in fear and uncertainty. There's something very cold and hard at my neck. As it dances across my throat, I realise what it is. It's a fucking knife.

Now the tears fall. There are still no words. I feel the knife run between my tits,, and through the thin fabric of my dress. It's ripped. Down to my navel, past my navel, to my cunt. Stops at my cunt. Gently the cold steel blade moves around it; my cunt doesn't know whether to be scared or aroused. It feels curiously good. The dress is ripped some more, until it hangs off me. I shiver. I'm cold. I'm anticipating something, but I don't know what.

I feel the knife flick the remains of my dress out of the way, leaving my whole body entirely exposed. My nipples are standing proudly and expectantly and then. There are soft, warm lips on my chest. A tongue travelling down to my left nipple, licking it. Teeth biting it. Lips kissing it. A mouth sucking on it. It feels smoother than Sir's mouth. Softer. It can't be. Fingers take my other nipple and pinch. Hard. I wriggle inside my bondage. The fingers don't feel like Sirs. They feel smooth. They feel like they have long fingernails. They can't be.

I'm moaning as the lips move downwards. The tongue circles my navel. Hands take a grip of the sides of my waist. 

Smooth hands. Running down to my hips. To my thighs. To the front of my thighs. Lips on my tummy now, kissing me gently. Hands on the insides of my thighs. 

Fingers moving over my clit. I can't stifle the moans in my throat. I try to push myself further onto the fingers – reaching out for whatever's there. 

My cunt lips are held apart, and a tongue finds its way in to my soaking wet hole. Swirling around, licking up all my wetness, my clit throbbing with an overwhelming need to be fucked. I can feel soft hair brushing against my legs. That isn't Sir's hair.

I panic a little, not knowing now whether he has arranged for this to happen, or if this is not part of the scene. If it isn't, and I'm seen to be enjoying it, he'll punish me for it. That's for sure.

But that licking action is filling me up with orgasm. I can't stop now. I try to push against the face, but the restraints remind me that I can't move. All I can do is stand there, legs apart, hands tied, blinded, in a dark world, close and tight, where feelings are rushing through my bloodstream so fast that I can barely keep up with them.

I'm muttering rude things inside the solace of my hood. I need to cum, I want to be fucked. Hard. I want that tongue inside my cunt, fucking me, while those soft fingers rub my clit til it can't take anymore. I feel like a dirty slut. I love it. It turns me on more. I'm moaning, panting, gagging for more.

'Something you want slut?' A voice! Sirs voice! Coming from what sounded like a few feet away. The licking stops. I turn my face towards his voice.

'I need to cum Sir. Please Sir'

My eyes hurt as the hood's removed. Even though the night is full on now, it's still remarkably lighter than it is inside that hood. I readjust my eyes. There's a woman. Mad red hair. It was her licking me. I feel shy, and avert my gaze.

She reaches forward, and cuts the shoulder straps from my dress, so that it comes free. What's left of it isn't much. Looks like a rag. A dirty one at that. A mixture of piss, cum, grass and mud. 

She lays it on the floor in between my legs. 

'Piss for me, slut', she tells me. I look at Sir. He nods at me. I look back at the woman. She's smiling at me. She's also twiddling her shiny knife over my nipples. There's a sudden desire to be cut. Stick it in me, I'm thinking…Make me bleed. Hurt me. 


'Piss', she says, again. And smiles. Again.

I close my eyes and try to force myself to urinate.

'open your eyes slut – look at me while you piss'

I feel so ashamed as it runs out of me, splashing round my ankles, soaking the rag of a dress even more. It sounds so loud against the silence of the park.

She picks the dress up, and folds it up into a compact little bundle, and then shoves it in my mouth. I'm surprised a dress, as small as it was, could fit in my mouth.

'Suck on it a little…taste yourself' she purrs at me. I'm responding to her now. Sucking. And still aching.

She's untying me. First the collar Is loosened, then my ankles. I falter slightly as I have nothing to lean into now.

'Lay on your back, legs wide wide apart, slut'. And I do. Immediately. My clit is aching with my restrained orgasm. It's making me fidget. I suck more piss out of my gag. It tastes surprisingly nice.

The woman bends down, bends my knees up to my chest, then pulls them even further apart. 'like that', she smiles. She takes something from her pocket. A lipstick.

She writes across my stomach in big red letters 'S L U T'. Then she applies some to my face – on my lips, but roughly. Smeared on. 'You look very pretty now' she says. She stands back and admires what she's done to me. I cant look at either of them. I need to be fucked. 

'Play with yourself now slut'.

And I do. I stick my entire fist into my wanton hole, and 3 fingers from the other hand make their way into my arse. Fucking myself. Harder. Deeper. Faster. More. Harder. Ramming my hands inside myself, thrusting against them, want more. More. More. More. I'm lost in the moment, I glance up at Sir and the woman who are standing over me, and I see her giving him a hand job. And as cum rains from Sir's beautiful hard cock onto my dirty body, I cum. Everywhere. Several times.



A Walk in the Park



I know what is happening at her home.

She hangs up the telephone, her heart racing. There’s so much to do in a short time, but she cannot help thinking about the fact that she will soon see me again. She will soon feel my touch once again on her skin, her body. She doesn’t let herself wonder about the instructions given. Somewhat offbeat, but she knows better than to question or to not obey to the letter. 

She walks briskly into the bedroom and starts to peel off her clothing. She smiles to herself when she removes her thong, and realizes that already the crotch is damp. 

She steps into the shower. She begins by washing her hair. The conditioner can set while she finishes lathering her body. She runs her soapy hand between her legs, lingering a bit longer than necessary. She is tempted to take a quick orgasm, but decides against it. My instructions mentioned nothing about one, so she dare not. When she is finished washing, she rinses the conditioner from her hair. Next she turns her back to the water spray and carefully lathers her pubis. After very carefully removing every trace of offending hair from there, she does a quick once over on her legs and underarms. As she checks the smoothness of her womanhood, she is once again tempted to linger there. She realizes that she is quite literally gushing. It is as if her body has a mind of its own, and like Pavlov’s dog, the ritual of preparing her body for my use has set off the chain of arousal. She unhooks the showerhead from the bracket and trains the spray on her nether regions. Instantly she is certain that this is a mistake. While it cleans her sex of the telltale moisture, it also massages her nub to the point that she really needs release. Reluctantly she stops, trying to even her breathing, and replaces the showerhead. The water is turned off and she exits the shower, dripping, in more ways than one. 

She glances at her body in the mirror while she towels off.  She is careful to lift her breasts and dry them. She dries under her bottom and taking a deep breath to distract herself, between her legs, front to back. The harshness of the terrycloth tugs at her again, and she groans. In the mirror her nipples are erect, standing off her breasts like thimbles. She smiles at her image in the mirror as she tweaks them, thinking how much I would like to have them between my teeth right now. And how much she would like that as well.

She dries and rolls her hair. It can stay while she gathers the things I told her to bring, and puts on the clothing I told her to wear. She pulls on a pair of nylon jogging shorts. She knows to pull them tight, so that the seam rides into the slit of her sex. A tight tee shirt tops the ensemble. On her feet, she places athletic socks and shoes. She fetches her small backpack and into it she places some moist towelettes, a towel, a Fleet enema, and a pair of black patent leather pumps, with very high heels and ankle straps. She calls them her hooker shoes. 

Her makeup and hair is just finished when the appointed hour arrives. She rushes to her living room and kneels in front of the door to wait. 

The sound of my key in her door makes her heart jump. She keeps her eyes on the floor just inside the door as it opens, and she sees my feet enter. The door is closed behind me. She can see that I am wearing jeans, a sweater, and my light hiking shoes. Her heart beats faster. She recalls the excitement of some of our other outdoor excursions. This could be an interesting day.

“Hello, pet,” as I approach her.

“Hello, Sir.” Her eyes demurely averted.

“You look ravishing today. Perhaps I should ravish you right here.” I chuckle at my own lame joke. 

“As you wish, Sir.” 

I reach down and grab a breast in each hand, kneading the soft flesh. I tilt her face up and she looks into my eyes for an instant before I lean to kiss her softly on the mouth. My tongue licks gently at her lips, and she parts them to accept the soft intrusion, but it does not come. Instead the kiss is gently broken, and she is left with her breath held and her lips ever so slightly parted. 

“Shall we go?” 

“Yes, Sir.” She rises and picks up the backpack. Eyes still down, she follows me out the door and down the walk to my car. 

I hold the door for her. She is careful to enter the car as she has been taught. First she sits on the seat. Then she places first her left foot and then the right into car, so that in the middle of the maneuver, her legs are splayed wide for me. This has also produced interesting results when the door was held not by me, but by a parking valet, and she was attired in a short skirt without the benefit of underpants. She has learned that I am proud of her, and that it pleases me to show her off to both strangers and friends alike.

The drive is pleasant. Although it is November, the weather has not yet turned. The sunroof is open and the breeze is warm on us. The sun beats through the glass and makes the car very comfortable. The drive is brief, and our talk on the way is mundane. How our days have been since last we parted. Our respective jobs. The weather. I turn into a quiet public park. There are only one or two cars. It is nearly deserted. 

We exit and lock the car. Two backpacks are retrieved from the trunk, one for each of us. We shoulder them and begin a walk in the park. As we start down the walking path, there is a sign. “Pets must be kept on a leash of maximum 5 foot length.” 

“Ooops!” I dig in my backpack and find a collar and leash. “I think this is only four feet. It should do.” I fasten the collar around her neck and lead her down the path. 

We walk for nearly a mile. We pass only one lone jogger. He pretends not to notice the leash by which I lead my pet. She has never been in this park, and is unfamiliar with it. Finally, we approach a spot where the path ascends a small hillock. On top of the hill is a wooden platform. It is approximately ten feet square, and built approximately a foot off the ground. There are wooden railings on three sides. It looks as if someone took a ten-foot square deck off of their house and plopped it right down on top of the hill in the park. I suspect that in the summertime, a picnic table sits on the deck. I have other uses for it. 

I lead her to the deck. 

“Put your pack down over there. Then strip for me, and put on the high heels.” The lead is unsnapped, but the collar remains on her slender neck.

“Yes, Sir.” She glances around nervously. The park is nearly empty, but the key word is nearly, and she does not relish putting on a show for a vanilla audience. 

First she pulls the tee shirt over her head. Then the shorts slide down her legs. I think how cute she looks standing there in just her tennis shoes and socks. She fetches the high heels from her bag and sits on the edge of the deck to change her footwear. 

I busy myself, opening my own backpack and laying out some of the contents. A rope, a leather flogger, my crop, all in a jumble on the deck. 

When she is prepared, I lead her to the railing. If the three railed sides form a “U”, she is on the bottom of the U. I have her bend at the waist, and lay her shoulders on top of the railing. Her arms are stretched out to the sides. Taking a doubled length of cotton clothesline, I first tie her right hand to the railing. Then, I pass the doubled line over her arm and under the railing, repeatedly, forming a spiral up her arm, toward her body. I continue over her body, and then wrap her left arm the same way, until I tie her left wrist to the railing. I stand back and admire my handiwork. 

Next, I run a line from one of her ankles to the adjacent side railing and tie the line to a post there. The process is repeated for the other leg. I pull the lines taut, until her feet are nicely spread. Her lovely round ass is nicely presented to me. She knows what is coming.

I fetch a blindfold from my bag and apply it to her eyes. I decide to leave her mouth uncovered. 

The many tails of the flogger are dangled in front of her face. I watch her intently. I notice her nostrils flair ever so slightly. She has caught the scent. The muscles in her back tighten. I trail the flogger up over her head and down her back. Then I drag it up the crack of her ass. I very lightly flip it over so that it lies on her back, then let it fall off, again caressing her exposed anus. 

“Are you ready, pet?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

The first blow lands on her left buttock. Not very hard. Just enough to let her know that it has started. The second blow is no harder, directed at her right buttock. I admire the curve of her ass. The lines of her legs, the way the high heels cause her calf and thigh muscles to tense and define. I stand directly behind her now, and begin the rhythmic application of strokes on her ass. First one cheek, then the other. The flogger arcs in a figure eight. The intensity is increased slightly. At first there are discernible stripes, but soon, the entire flesh field is uniformly crimson. 

I stop and check her breathing. She is panting, her breaths coming in short quick bursts. There are tears in her eyes, evidenced by the streaks on her cheeks. Her upper body has started to take on a sheen of sweat. 

I lean close to her ear and whisper, “Are you all right, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.” She licks her lips. “Sir, I am very all right.” 

I run my hand over her sweet ass, and feel the heat radiating from the reddened flesh. She winces a bit. My hand strokes, smoothes each cheek. Rubbing ever so gently. My hand wanders under her, to her smoothly shaven vulva. The lips are beginning to spread, to blossom like a lovely flower. The nectar of the flower is leaking onto her outer lips. 

I stand slightly to the side of her, and begin to swing the flogger easily in a circular arc. I call it “wind milling.” The flogger spins like the blades of a windmill. The up-stroke is when it is close to her body. As I move closer, the tips of the flogger begin to contact her exposed genitals. I move yet closer, and now, the flogger on the upswing is coming into full contact with her sex. The tails wrap themselves under her, and caress her clit. She begins to gasp with each stroke, and to writhe in her bonds. Her knees begin to flex spasmodically. The flogger is having the desired effect. 

She gasps in time to the whirling of the flogger. “Uh. Uh. UH. UH!” I can see she is building toward an orgasm. 

I stop the flogging, and move close to her. One hand reaches under her, finds her clit and begins to manipulate it. The other hand alternately strokes her reddened ass or reaches under her to knead her dangling breasts. Her nipples, erect in the cool late afternoon air are fully erect, to the point of being painful. I make sure she is aware of that fact. 

Her breathing is now in gasps as she grinds her crotch against my busy fingers. She can feel the familiar heat, building in her lower stomach. The wonderful feeling spreads up her body, to her tortured nipples. It is imminent, paused like an ocean wave about to break on the shore. Soon it will be too late to control. The crest rises before her, spume blowing off the top…

“Please, Sir, may I cum now? I’m really ready now, please. PLEASE?”

She knows the danger inherent in the request, but she dare not take one without permission. There is no way that this orgasm could be taken without my knowledge. Her worst fears are realized as both of my hands stop their ministrations, and I step back.

“No, you may NOT cum. Don’t you DARE.” There is a threat clear in the word “dare.” 

She fights to bring herself down, sliding down the back of the wave, letting it go, watching it as it crashes onto the beach without her. A groan escapes her lips. She tries to stifle it too late. 

“What did you say? Did I hear you say something?”

“Oh, no, Sir. I didn’t say anything, Sir.” She knows the game too well. Now she will be punished, because I took her so close and wouldn’t let her cum. 

“I heard you, wench! You groaned. Are you unhappy with your condition?”

“Oh, no, Sir. If you are happy, Sir, then, so am I.” 

“I don’t believe you, slut. You wanted to cum, and you don’t care a twit whether I wanted you to cum or not!”

She hears me stride across the deck. The next thing she senses is the unmistakable feel of the crop caressing her back. It slides, the shaft scraping the tender skin of her buttocks as it moves over her ass, then down her legs. Around in back of her knee it moves, then up the inside of her thighs. At last the tab lies on her clit. It withdraws and the slapping of the tab begins. Gently at first. In rapid succession. Covering first one buttock, then the other. Intensity increases. Now it stings horribly. Up and down the ass, then down the legs. Then the stinging moves between her legs and on her most sensitive spot. In spite of herself, she responds to the whipping of her exposed and open pussy. She can feel the dampness that has now spread down her thighs. They glisten in the late afternoon sun. 

Once again her excitement is heading unrelentingly toward a crescendo. She cannot help herself she is building. I continue the ministrations of the crop, knowing exactly the effect it is having on her. Her body quivers with each stroke. Her knees buckle slightly and lock again. Her breathing is punctuated by squeaks and squeals.

“Oh, God, Please, Sir, PLEASE let me cum. I can’t withhold it, Sir, PLEEASSSE!”

I stop the caress of the crop, but again, I reach under her to pinch and tease her clit. This is too much for her. 

“OH, GOD, Sir, I can’t HOLD it. Please let me cum.”

“NO, Don’t you dare cum. Not yet.” I continue to manipulate her.

“Sir, then PLEASE stop. If you don’t stop, I shall cum immediately.” She writhes to try to escape.

“Not yet, you whore!” With that, she loses it. The orgasm starts as a growl in her throat, then changes to a squeal, and finally a scream. My hand covers her mouth and she sucks air around and between my fingers. 

“You shall pay for your disobedience, bitch.” I wipe her juices from my hand onto her back, and back away, as her body is wracked with sobs.

I pick up the flogger and move to the side of her. I start with an underhand swing, and lay the flogger across her dangling breasts. I keep the intensity low at first. I know that she is still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm. The tails of the flogger tease her nipples. I move to her other side and repeat the process. Her breasts are taking on a nice rosy glow. I work a bit longer on her right breast, intensifying the whipping. Her breasts bounce with each stroke of the flogger. Her breathing is becoming ragged again. 

For a change of pace, I lash savagely at her buttocks, hitting her with the full force of the leather flogger. She winces with each stroke. She is breathing hard now, and even in the open air I can smell her sex. 

On the path below the deck, a jogger passes, staring curiously, not sure if the spectacle he sees is for real. He doesn’t slow his pace or stop. She hangs her head so that the jogger cannot see her face.

I drop the flogger and walk a short distance. I have spied a River Birch. It has long reaching branches. I choose a nice long one, and use my penknife to cut it off the tree. I swish the air with the switch. It is very supple. Almost like a buggy whip, but without the tail on the end. 

I measure off the distance, by extending the switch at arm’s length, allowing the tip of the switch to touch her ass. The switch feels more like a branch from a weeping willow, yet, it is stiffer toward the shank. 

SWISH!! I crack the switch-like whip over her ass. She cries out. A red stripe appears across both cheeks of her butt. This will work nicely. I begin flicking her with the switch, cracking it like a whip across her ass over and over. She grunts or cries with each stroke. Between strokes, she is sobbing constantly. But I also notice that the lips of her sex, visible below her buttocks, are pulsing. She may be in pain, but she is thoroughly enjoying this whipping. It is time to make some marks. 

I use my penknife again, to cut the switch shorter. The switch is reduced to a branch, about three-eighths of an inch in diameter. Aside from the natural suppleness of the thin green wood, there is no whip to it at all. It is very much like a cane. I plan to use it as such.

I now move to alongside of her again. I start at the bottom of her buttocks, just where her legs meet her cheeks. I lay the switch across her bottom there, to let her know what is coming. She intakes breath sharply. I draw back and lay the switch across her ass with a full force blow. 

A scream escapes her lips, and she tries to lunge forward. She is held tightly against the railing so there is nowhere for her to go. She tries to dance, but her feet are fairly well immobilized where they are. She writhes in her bonds, and begins to beg for mercy. There is none forthcoming.

I spend the next ten minutes etching a ladder of carefully placed stripes up her ass, from the tops of her thighs to the top of her crack. I place a tightly packed pattern just where her ass and legs meet. She will be reminded of today each time she tries to sit tomorrow. When the welts begin to crack and bleed just a bit, it is finished. 

I toss aside the birch branch, and approach her. She continues to sob uncontrollably. I caress my handiwork, and she winces, and breaks out in crying. 

I’ll reward her by giving her a sound fucking, but there are other things to do first. 

I fetch the Fleet enema from her bag. 

“I need to clean you out, pet.” She knows what that means.

“Here, Sir?” 

“Yes, here.” She gasps, then sighs heavily. 

I carefully administer the enema to her. Then I walk outside the deck railing and move in front of her. I take off her blindfold, and stroke her face. She blinks, trying to adjust her vision. I tell her how well she took her whipping, and tell her that I am proud of her. I crouch in front of her and kiss her face, licking the salty tears from her cheeks. I stroke her hair, and kiss her lips. 

“Sir, I need to… um… go.”

“Ah, yes, the enema. Are you quite sure that you are ready now?”

“Oh, yes, sir, quite sure. Please, Sir, untie me, and let me do it.”

“Very well, pet. Please do not soil this fine deck.”

Careful to stay in front of her, I start to untie her. First I untie her left wrist. Then I carefully pass the double line through the railing, unwinding it from her arms as I go. I take my time.

“Please hurry, Sir. I really have to go.” I continue to work carefully, taking my time. She is dancing in her restraints, trying to hold it in. “Please, Sir,” she begs. At last I untie her feet. She looks around franticly, searching for someplace to relieve herself. 

I toss her the box of moist towelettes, and motion toward a tree some thirty feet away. “There’s a trash can over there, to dispose of the towels when you’re finished.” It’s not the first time I have taken her outside to use the toilet. Sometimes she is treated like a dog. This is one of those times. Embarrassed, she goes behind the tree and squats awkwardly in her high heels and does what she needs to do. After discarding the towelettes, she returns, ready for my continued use. 

We gather our things, and move to a nearby picnic table. The table is typical wood, but this one is covered. There are four posts, one at each corner of the table to hold up a roof. The possibilities are immediately aware to both of us. 

I smile at her, and without having to be told, she sits on the end of the table to await me.

I spread the towel she has brought with her on the tabletop. She lies back, and extends her arms over her head, waiting. Using a double length of cotton clothesline, I fasten each of her wrists to one of the posts at the end of the table near her head. I go to her feet. Her legs dangle over the end of the table, her ass is just barely on it. I take her left leg, remove her shoe, and again using a doubled length of clothesline, tie her foot high up on the post. Then her right leg is tied, as well. I grab her by the hips, and pull her so that her ass just hangs off the end of the table. I am satisfied with the presentation.




A Walk In The Park



I met you in the park that sultry summer day; picking your book up when you dropped it at my feet in the morning. Glancing at the title as I stood I said, "the poetry of Yeats," then adding, with a smile, "how romantic." I watched your slight smile, hearing your "thank you" to me for passing back the book, our fingers brushing as I handed it to you. I'd noticed you before, of course, sitting reading, your long, tanned legs crossed as you sat on the bench, swinging one foot languidly, your sandal hanging off, engrossed in the words of love. After you stood up - and so did I, wanting to speak to you - you put your sunglasses into the soft curls of your hair as you walked slowly my way. Now, close up, I could see the sparkling darkness of your eyes. Was it then you noticed my shirt was half open in the heat; when did you start to want me?

The chance created itself as we walked towards the little café under the trees.

It felt good to have you walk close to me as we walked, the sway of your hips bringing you even closer occasionally. The coffee tasted good even in the building heat of the late morning. Drinking together as we talked I began to unashamedly revel in your beauty, the way your cotton dress clung to the curve of your breasts, how beautiful your bare shoulders were, kissed by the sun and the honey strands of your hair. I began to want your hand on my knee, to feel them trace up my tanned leg to the edge of my shorts.

We walked again, talked and laughed. Stopping again to buy sandwiches to share together we sat watching the world go by under the shade of a tree. I caught a little something that slipped from your sandwich as you ate; grinning I offered it to you and my breath caught as you took my hand and your lips took the food from me. I felt the softness of them on my fingers and the tip of your tongue lingering over me while your hand gently held mine to your mouth. My look of pleasure and surprise amused you; your teeth grazed my fingers as you slowly pulled them from my mouth and grinned. Were you still teasing me then or did you want me?

Later, the sun passed the zenith as we sat by the waters of the lake. You leaned back on your hands looking out over the water as we trailed our feet in its coolness. As I moved my leg back and forth our feet touched. You glanced my way and smiled; I grinned back and slid my toes under your foot, tickling you, feeling your foot curl as you laughed - and moved closer to me on the bank. Under water, our calves pressed close. Above the water we were hip to hip, face to face. Our lips brushed and with a sigh our kiss deepened for a moment. Slowly, together, we sank back onto the grass. Our tongues found each other, lips pressed softly together. My hand slid up your dress, over your breasts. Then we both realised where we were, opened our eyes, parting our kiss. "Not here," I breathed. Taking each other by the hand, picking up our shoes we walked barefoot into the shrubs and trees that grew nearby. Then you stopped. Against the tree. Facing me and smiling.

I moved to you my hands encircling your waist, feeling your body's heat matching that of the day. Our kiss was deep, passionate. My lips then caressed your neck, nuzzling you, deepening into a bite that made you tilt your head back, fingers raking through my hair, pulling me close. I felt your lips explore my ear, your breath on me, exciting me, making my hands wander over your dress, over your breasts, just covered by the thin fabric. I felt the full roundness of them, the nipples firming under my touch. My kiss moved to your shoulders as I felt your hands slipping under my shirt, opening it, trailing through the fine hairs on my chest.

I slipped the shoulder straps down from your dress, kissing them away. You shrugged sexily out of them and the dress fell to your middle where I held you, exposing your naked torso to me, making my erection stiffen still further in my shorts. As exciting was the touch of your fingers, tracing my nipples as you pushed the shirt from me. My lips sank to your breasts, my tongue swirling on each budded nipple, as I suckled you.

Again we stopped together, looking around through the trees where we could see the glints from the lake, hear distant laughter and voices. We looked back to each other, unspoken agreement - we could not stop.

I helped the dress over your hips, letting it slide down your long legs while you undid my shorts, slipping fingers in the waistband and pushing them down, your eyes following their fall. Eagerly we both exposed our nakedness together, you sliding down my boxers, me your panties.

Moving to you I placed my thigh between your slightly parted legs pressing my muscles against you, feeling the wetness between your legs mix with the sweat of my thigh. Your hands slid over my waist then reaching between us your nails trailed down my cock, deliciously teasing the exposed head, then further, to the base, to my scrotum.

Your hips moved against me and we looked into each others eyes; voices came near but we shut them out, not caring if eyes were on us. You cupped my balls, squeezing them softly until I groaned with pleasure; I pressed your breasts together and kissed them.

Inflamed by our passion and the excitement of the hot, open air, we pulled each other close. My fingers slid between your legs, your wetness coating them as I pressed back and forth along the outer lips of your pussy. Your fingers circled my cock, rising and falling slowly, urging my hips to push in your tightening fingers. I pressed nearer to you so you could pleasure your clit with the tip of my cock as I slipped a finger into your warm, tight pussy. We both groaned with pleasure as penis head and clitoris brushed together in your expert hands. Slowly you turned my cock against you as I slid another finger into you; your mouth opened slightly and you shuddered as I explored you deep inside, parting my fingers slightly.

Your hands moved me faster on you now; we looked at each other knowing it was time. My fingers slid from you; despite our eagerness you took my hand and again sucked my fingers - this time eating your juices from me - then giving me your tongue to taste. I moved between your legs. "Yes," you whispered. My shaft slowly entered you; we both looked down to watch my penetration of your naked body. I felt your hands on my ass gently urging me deeper into you. My hands slipped over your tummy, your waist, pulling you to me. I sighed as my cock was fully buried in your hot body. Slowly I began to pull out, further, further; you moaned in surprise, clutching me to you, "no, put it in," you cried, not caring who heard. My fingers played with your clit as I pushed deep again, pushing you back against the smooth coolness of the tree. Your head fell back as you moaned and I kissed your throat as I took another long thrust, out....in....exciting my hardness even more.

Faster now my fingers swirled on you, my cock pushed, pulling the lips of your sex with them as it moved. You looked at me in lust, mouth open as you pulled my hips to you, thrusting back at me eagerly. "Oh yes, yes," I moaned, my climax not far off; wanting to feel you come on me.

"Oh, fuck me," you squealed as I pushed harder, rhythmically possessing your sex. Faster, harder, stood next to you now, almost out of control, our hot bodies pressed together, fucking like animals in the open, uncaring who saw.

I felt my climax beginning deep at the base of my cock as you writhed into my arms, gasping, feeling your pussy clutch at me. Your nails dug into my ass, my back. "Oh yes..." my cum spurted from me deep in your body. "shoot it, shoot it..." you cried. You pressed your sex to my pubic bone, grinding on me as the waves of orgasm shook you. My cock throbbed again, again...

Slowly we subsided into each other arms, kisses flowing between us, smiles. My hard maleness was still in you, emptied by our lust, feeling you still tease it with tiny contractions of your muscles. My hands roamed your body knowing we would soon have to walk out of the park. I watched a bead of sweat trickle down between your breasts; then I looked in your eyes.

Do you still want me?



A Walk In The Park



Suzi and I were lovers and met as often as we could, our husbands knew that and were accommodating about it, often we would spend lazy hours in each other's beds. Other times we would meet like today and fuck like crazy things in the woods. Suzi was everything I wasn't she was a brilliant career woman and a sexual dynamo she often went on swapping sessions with her husband, they even went dogging and he would watch while she sucked men off in dark car parks. I wasn't like that although I wished I could have been. I was happy with my husband but he wasn't into swapping although he had watched my first girl on girl experience. But I was happy that I got to taste and touch this beautiful woman and hoped to god she felt the same.

It was a warm afternoon when we met and as we walked arm in arm we casually chatted about everything and nothing. We stopped in the middle of a area filled with weeping willows and fallen oak trees and Suzi pulled me into her arms, it felt so good to feel her tits squashed against my body and although it was hot I shivered with excitement. We kissed full on tongues exploring each other's mouths and I put my hands into her hair and felt her inward sigh. She kissed me harder and I felt her hand inside my flimsy top tugging on my nipples, she loved to cause me a little pain so she pinched them a little harder. With this I pulled away from her kiss and grinned at her, then started to kiss her neck. She smelt so good and I couldn't wait to get my mouth on her tits, they were her greatest asset, she was a fucking lovely looking girl but her tits god they made me cum just thinking of them, I loved it when she rubbed them against my wet pussy. 

She pushed my head down and I undid her top, there I stayed licking and kissing her glorious nipples while she sighed and held my head. I ran my hands over her hips and round to her soft arse and gave it a squeeze as she shivered against me, lifting her skirt I ran my hands over her panties and between her legs. Suzi opened her legs slightly for me so that I could gain access to the damp patch growing there, I was biting her nipples now and she was so aroused I could smell it. I dipped my fingers through the tiny piece of material that Suzi called panties and into her wet eager cunt and felt her wetness. Suzi had freshly shaved I could feel that she was totally bare there just how I liked it, her cunt lips were swollen and would be a deep pink. I couldn't wait to taste her.

Suddenly I looked up, I was sure there had been a noise, was I imagining it? Humph must have been I thought and went back to pleasuring my beautiful Suzi. Again I stopped there was a noise, I asked her if she had heard anything and she shook her head and pushed mine back to her glistening tits. 

Things happened very quickly after that, I felt hands on my hips and knew they weren't Suzi's. I looked at her and she smiled, I knew she had this planned as she was looking behind me with no sign of surprise. I turned and saw two guys. Shit what was she up to? I went to ask but was pulled to the ground by one of the men. He sat over my shoulder and opened his fly and took out a semi hard cock.

Suzi looked at me and spoke 'June these are my friends David and Mark say hello where's your manners?'.

'My manners?' I said crossly 'if you haven't noticed Mark here has introduced himself by waving his cock in my face'.

'Mmmmm yes I noticed! A nice hello would be to give it a little suck don't you think?' she said sternly.

'Suzi what the fuck are you on about?' I said as he smeared his cock against my cheek.

'Well June I thought that you needed a good fuck, I get all the fun with other guys so I ran this past your hubby and he said to go ahead and get you double fucked' she was standing there telling me this with her tits hanging out and her skirt hiked up.

'Sure he did' I sneered 'he wouldn't have this!'

'Look over to the bushes over there he's watching, he didn't want to take part but wanted to see how you handled yourself! So give him a good show!'

I looked over and sure enough saw my loving husband Paul in the bushes videoing the lot, 'you couple of bastards' I said trying to get up 'I'm not going for this!'

'Sorry babe you have no choice, Mark just fuck her mouth she might shut up then' and with that Mark forced his now hard cock into my mouth 'oh and I should tell you that what you can taste on Marks cock is my cunt juice, I had him before we met up!'

It did feel good to have this hard cock in my mouth and I was begin to give him a proper blow job when I felt another pair of hands and knew this was David he was pulling my panties down, opening my legs and began kissing up my inner thighs. I felt the pressure of his fingers on my mound sliding down toward my clit. God this felt so good I opened my legs a little more and felt his tongue run from my clit to my arse. I began to sigh and moan onto Marks cock, then David's tongue was gone and replaced by a warm wet tip of his cock, I tried desperately to see but the sensation of being filled took over and I was gone. I moved my hips to meet him and began fucking these two men. I was becoming overwhelmed with the feeling of pure sex and loving knowing Paul and Suzi had set me up for this made things worse, I let go all my inhibitions and fucked like a possessed woman. 

Mark pulled his cock out of my mouth he had not yet cum and David moved from on top of me. Mark lay on his back and gestured me to sit on his cock, I moved and slowly slipped down on his spit-covered pole. This was the most delicious feeling and I came hard shaking as I did, I felt myself being pushed towards mark chest and knew that Paul and Suzi had told them to DP me. My greatest fantasy was to become reality. David slid into my arse with ease. I was regularly arse fucked by Paul so knew how good it felt. I had two strangers fucking me hard and I was in heaven, I looked over to Paul and noticed Suzi on her knees giving him head, bitch I thought with a smile.

Marks cock twitched and filled me with cum and then David pulsed into my eager anus, I was groaning and moaning and cumming with them. Suzi stopped what she was doing as Paul had cum and moved over to me kissing me full on the lips and passing my husbands hot cum into my mouth, it felt good. Then she moved down my stomach and started to eat out all the cum from there, when she looked up at me she was covered in the sticky stuff, and looked hornier than ever. She slipped her tits between my legs and began rubbing, she knew how much I loved this feeling her bullet like nipples rubbed my clit. 

Oh god I was cumming again and noticed Paul kneeling behind her cock in hand, she had no idea but soon felt him pull her panties to one side and ram her full of cock she moaned and tried to move but was pinned down. He began to ride her cunt hard and she was loving it soon she was cumming and he then pulled out to sample her arse, I moved so that I could be under her wet cunt and began lapping away, she was in a frenzy being arse fucked and cunt licked at the same time. Paul asked if it was ok for him to cum in her arse and she nodded too engrossed in orgasm to answer and he came hard grunting. As he pulled out the cum ran from her arse and I got another mouthful of my husbands warm spunk. Suzi stood up and pulled her panties straight looked at me and winked.

'I will get you back for this' I said 'tricking me is not a good idea even when it was so enjoyable'.

'I look forward to it' she said 'now get dressed you and I have a bed waiting for the evening'.

I kissed Paul and he knew he wouldn't see me for a night and walked off with my lover, knowing that I would have my head buried between her thighs soon lapping at that pretty cunt, I might even call in some favours at the hotel and get a few guys lined up to fuck her while I watched!!



A Walk in the Park



He gripped my thighs with his strong fingers, forcing them apart making me gurgle in surprise and more than a little pain.

"Please…no….don't…" I heard myself say but it was no use, he was much stronger than me and he had tied my hands over my head to the low hanging branch just above me so I couldn't pull free.

I tried to wiggle my hips but my movement was somewhat restricted due to him holding me down. I felt his fingers against my panty covered crotch, he pushed three fingers under the lacy material and then he was inside me, moving his digits slowly at first, making me buck albeit unwillingly against his invading and unwelcome hand.

"How very easily your body betrays you" was all I could think of at that moment and I groaned, not wanting too but his fingers had quickly found the nub that was my clit and the rough treatment he subjected it too forced a response from me much to my shame.

"…stop…oh God…please stop…"

My flimsy panties were ripped easily from my body and he cast them aside with a flick of his wrist whilst the cold night air bathed my now naked lower body.

It was dark under the tree he had dragged me too, and my vision was somewhat blurred as he had pulled my glasses from my face and I was almost blinded without them.

I inwardly berated myself. Why hadn't I listened to my mom in the first place? She had warned me not to come through the park at night on my own but I knew better than her, right? Wrong!

I had done it once too often and now I was paying the price for my stupidity. None of the other girls from school would walk alone through the park at such a late hour. They waited for the bus or got lifts but not me, like I said before, I knew better, didn't I?

I was Clara the invincible Senior from Private Catholic School who had more sense than anyone else, oh the arrogance of the young, and I was to pay a bitter-sweet price for my stupidity.

I was on my way home, after drama practice, I had chatted to a few friends outside the school gates then saw it was getting dark and had quickly waved goodbye to them.

I didn't tell them I was going to take the short cut; they'd stop me and make me wait for the bus with them. I let them believe I was meeting a friend further up the road.

I was clad in my Catholic School uniform, purple pleated skirt, crisp white blouse and my smart lilac and gold blazer. I had taken off my school tie and stuffed it into my coat pocket, whilst my school pumps were now on my bare feet as we had been doing dancing practice in the gymnasium for the pageant next month. I had also taken off my school socks and along with my school bag had put them into my locker to retrieve the next day. 

My house keys were tucked into my blazer pocket with my tie so I was unfettered of any encumbrances or for that matter any way of defending myself! 

I had entered the park confidently; through the tall iron gates and along the wood cutting covered pathway, there was some lighting though it was not all that bright but all I was aware of was how chilly it was and that I should have put on my heavy school coat.

I increased my pace, happy to have time to myself to think about what the future held for a clever girl like myself.

I was 18 years old, petite and pretty with long golden hair tied back into a neat pony tail and large guileless blue eyes in a round face. I wore glasses; I was trying to take to contact lenses but had been having trouble using them, so for the moment I was forced to wear spectacles to correct my rather myopic eyesight.

I was lucky to have a trim figure that was well toned from dancing and swimming and since I started going to the gym with my mom each week my breasts had started to tone up too, I was a nice "D" cup, not too big but certainly not too small either and I had an even honey coloured tan, courtesy of my mom's new sun bed.

The park was actually a large piece of recently cultivated scrub land that was smack in the middle of my home town.

Someone had left a stack of money in their will for it to be turned into a public park which it had been done in the last few months.

The park was well used during the day with the kids from schools and nearby office blocks coming to have lunch and sun themselves but at night it was as empty as a graveyard, and it was not yet regularly patrolled by the local police, that was being arranged for the near future, so all us kids were told not to use it as a short cut after dark because it simply wasn't safe even if it now had lighting and benches all over the place.

I hadn't even heard him come up behind me that was how quiet he was. He had stunned me, a sharp knock to the head and then he had yanked my glasses off my face.

I was disorientated rather than frightened at first and I was suddenly aware that I was half running, not willingly for the man who had come up behind me was making me run with him, away from the pathway toward a large clump of very large bushes.

I had opened my mouth to shout but he had clamped his hand over my mouth and then he had dragged me along to the bushes, he had one hand over my mouth; the other was wrapped across my chest to stop me from breaking free but he was also getting a good feel of my bouncing breasts that were covered by my white school shirt.

"No one will hear you!" he had whispered in my ear as he squeezed my plump nubile mounds, making me squirm against the odd sensation rippling through my chest as his fingers clawed and pinched at my covered flesh, "The Park's empty now, but if you do scream I'll gag you with your panties!"

I knew he meant it. My mouth clamped shut. I struggled though, thinking I could break free but he was far too strong and then he kicked my legs from under me so suddenly that I went down very hard and it took all the wind right out of my body and momentarily stunned me.

By the time I got my breath back he had both my arms over my head, and I was trussed up like a chicken.

Now I had no panties on, and the man was still rubbing my clit, and the sensation much to my disgust was making me jerk and tremble despite myself and I could feel my crotch becoming moist and slippery under this rough touch.

I also didn't think my legs could be spread so wide as they were spread right then, he was holding them apart by my thighs with his knees I think in what I can only describe as a new way to do the "you're going to get fucked" splits.

My crotch tingled and throbbed as he moved his fingers back and forth, and I could imagine him feeling his way across my smooth pussy only recently shaved and oiled. Would he like the feel of the moist hot flesh, almost hairless, with its pink parting lips and reluctant trembles as it was touched, rubbed and aroused against its will?

"Oh yeeeeeeees…" I heard him breathe and as my blurred vision began to focus ever so slightly I caught a glimpse of a shock of fair hair and a youthful face that suddenly lowered itself between my legs.

My eyes went like saucers when I felt his tongue push inside me, he rolled it into a thick fleshy wet tube that he used to lap at me, moving his head back and forth, side to side, making my clit even more sensitive than it already was.

I struggled, I really did, I dragged my buttocks from side to side, trying to jerk his head out of my pussy, it was only then I became aware that I was lying on some sort of heavy cloth; obviously he had been waiting for someone like me to come through the park on their own; a stupid, little school girl who didn't know any better.

I bucked harder, now more fearful than before but the bobbing head was moving faster between my legs and my own head began to swim and swirl and the wet tingling sensation down below was getting the better of me second by second.

"…You're so very juicy…" he mumbled and he licked harder, not just my clit but all over my cunt and whilst he was licking, he pushed one of his fingers inside me, pressing down on the passage way that separates my cunt from my anus and I almost creamed myself there and then.

"No…no…!" I groaned out loud whilst squeezing my eyes closed in sheer desperation, "Please…no…don't…oh God…please…stop."

Of course he didn't stop; what's more I think he knew that secretly I didn't want him to stop. He licked, lapped, nibbled and sucked at my clit, stopping every now and then for a couple of seconds so he wouldn't push me quite over the edge to an early orgasm.

My body was responding to the forced stimulation and arousal it was receiving. On an emotional level I didn't want what was happening to me but on a physical level I had no choice in the matter, it seemed that nature was winning the battle of the senses. I whimpered over and over like a trapped animal and felt tears fill my eyes.

He came up for air and through my tear blurred eyes I caught another brief glimpse of his face though it was still in the shadows.

"You might as well enjoy it," he said with a chuckle, his voice was not old, but I was just guessing, "Because you aren't going anywhere until I've raped you good and proper!"

I let out a moan and a sob. My hands chaffed against the rope and I begged him to untie me, and let me go but of course he ignored my plea.

He held me down with the weight of his body and I felt his hands reaching for my breasts, I tried to jerk away but he grabbed my face and gripped it with a strong hand that smelt strongly of my juices.

"Listen my little Catholic School Girl," he said in a voice that sounded almost amused, "I can undo your blouse to get at your tits or I can rip it open, which do you want? Think about it carefully, how will you explain a ripped blouse and bra to your mom when you get home tonight?"

I certainly didn't want my mom to know what had happened to me tonight, she had warned me about using the park as a short cut, she's go mad. I stopped struggling immediately.

He undid my blouse and the cool park air caressed my breasts and I felt my nipples tingle and ripple, he pushed my pink lace bra over my breasts and then he used both his hands to get a proper feel of them.

He wasn't gentle; he intended to get a good long rough fondle, along with squeezing and pinching of my tits until I was whimpering with both pleasure and pain.

"You've got nice big jugs for a schoolgirl," he said in a satisfied voice and then he was cupping one breast and lowering his mouth to fill it with my now sore but somewhat hardening nipple.

A surge of electricity shot through my body, I jerked against his face, crying out as I did. I certainly wasn't expecting that to happen that was for sure!

He laughed lifting his mouth from my nipple which had gone rock hard in less than a second, "I think you liked that!" he said slyly and he squeezed the engorged teat between two fingers and then lowered his head down again and began to roll his tongue over the sensitive flesh.

To my complete and utter shame I cried out again, it was even more pleasurable than before. He also tormented me mercilessly, licking and pinching each of my teats alternately.

He taunted me too, calling me a dumb little school girl who deserved to get raped for being so stupid to walk through an empty park in the dead of night on her own.

I sobbed and pleaded with him to let me go but I was being aroused all the time, my breath was getting shorter and shorter, my head was throbbing with wicked unspoken thoughts whilst my struggles of protest were fast becoming squirms and jerks of reluctant pleasure.

I hated and loved the sensation rippling through my body in the same breath. He used his other hand to rub my crotch whilst he sucked and licked my nipples, he cupped my mound of Venus and flicked my ultra sensitive clit with his forefinger, making me jerk even more, cry out and heave against the weight of his body.

And then when I was almost at my pinnacle and was groaning and writhing under him, he stopped, yes he stopped, just like that, so suddenly I almost fainted.

I lay were I was, my hands tied over my head, my body spread eagled on the canvas carpet my butt was pressed on, whilst above I could hear the wind shifting through the tree we were under and the dark shadows around me made me aware that we were totally surrounded by heavy foliage that would probably even protect us from the rain.

My heart was still hammering in my chest, now more from exertion rather than fear. He moved his hands slowly down to my hips and pushed my school skirt over my pelvis.

"Shall I stop? I'll stop if you really want me too?" he said almost playfully and my crotch contracted painfully, and my leaking juices filled the air with a ripe sexual aroma, of course I should say yes, but he would know I was lying, my body was aroused like it had never been aroused before, and he knew it.

More tears leaked out of the corner of my eyes. I was trapped, I wanted to say yes, I wanted him to stop, of course I did but my body won over my mind and crushed it with the pleasure it wanted to receive at the hands of this terrible man who had dragged me into the bushes to rape me.

"No," I whispered when I finally answered and shame filled up inside of me especially when I heard him chuckle at my reply.

He untied my hands then, with a flick his wrist my hands were free of the rope chaffing them but I did not try and escape because almost instantaneously he was fondling my breasts again and I was clawing at his back, and gasping with pleasure.

"Oh yes, yes, yes!" I heard myself say over and over again and when he pushed his face into mine to kiss me and I let him, his tongue was salty and he tasted of me and coffee.

I felt something hard and cold scrape against me by chest, like a badge almost, but he pulled at it and I heard a tearing sound and he threw it to one side.

Oh what a shameless little slut I was but I couldn't help it, I just couldn't!

He got his hand between my legs again and began to work on my clit, this time I parted my legs willingly, and he went deeper inside of me and I gurgled out my enjoyment, bucking against him. He pulled one of my legs over his shoulder so he had much better access to my cunt and it was a lot more comfortable for me too. 

My hands moved over his body, he was well muscled, I could feel the shape of his arms, he worked out I thought instinctively, he wasn't some dirty tramp that was for sure, for starters he smelt too clean, and his face when it rubbed against mine was smooth and hairless.

"I wish I had my glasses on!" I gasped as his fingers went deeper and deeper inside of me as he hand fucked me with considerable expertise. He kissed my throat with hot wet sloppy kisses before saying.

"You can have them back after I've finished raping you."

To my everlasting shame my stomach trembled at his words but it was with gratification rather than revulsion, I couldn't believe that, he was going to rape me and I wasn't going to try and stop him, in fact I was looking forward to it!

"You shameless little slut!" my mind screamed at me inwardly and the little slut inside of me responded with equal swiftness and determination, "He's going to fuck you until explode so let him get on with it!"

At that moment the man pulled my blouse into a position so that it trapped my arms by my side and then he said in a voice that was so matter of fact it took me by surprise.

"Have you ever sucked a cock before?"

I hadn't and I knew better than to lie, I had done some heavy petting with a boy or two but that was it. I was to all intents and purposes a virgin but I was lucky that my hymen had been ruptured because of all the horse riding I had done in the past so I was pretty much open down there, luckily for me!

"No," I admitted and I felt my cheeks go hot as I answered.

"Well you're going to learn tonight," he said with a guttural laugh, "My mom always told me to fuck Catholic girls if I got the chance, they're real easy she said, and you know what? She's right!"

I wanted to deny his words, but there was some truth in what he was saying, most of my friends were sexually active, and had been for some time, the only reason I wasn't was that I had so much extra-curricular activity outside of school I just didn't have the time.

He knelt in front of me whilst unzipping his pants. I saw a brief flash of pink and smelt carbolic and surprisingly baby powder and then my head was being forcibly lowered down toward his crotch and he was guiding my face to his midriff whilst giving me instructions.

"Use your tongue, let it come all the way out of your mouth, that's it, wrap it around the helmet, now lick it, oh yeeeees, keep on doing that, now start to suck, not so hard, just gently, good girl you're a fast learning, now with each lick, see how much cock you can take in your mo…..oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeees!"

I was obviously doing something right and I continued obediently, my head moving back and forth, whilst he steadied me by my shoulders as my arms were trapped in my blouse.

I was surprised that I liked the feel of the stiff member in my mouth, as sticky and as hot as it was. He leaked pre-cum over my lips and down my chin and he arched his back as he began to thrust harder in my mouth.

His cock pulsated between my lips and he gripped my shoulders and encouraged me, lick, suck, deeper down, lick, suck, deeper down…I did this for at least five whole minutes before he drew my mouth off his cock, he was panting and sweating as much as I was in the cold park night air but he had it all under control, making the sensation last for him whilst teaching me a thing or two along the way.

I marvelled how I had barely gagged when he had started to thrust down my throat; it was if my mouth and throat was made of lubricated elastic.

"You're a natural!" he gasped as he pressed down on my shoulders, "A cock-sucking natural!" 

He lifted his thick rigid cock up with one hand and then gripped my golden pony tale with the other hand.

"Right," he said seconds later as he guided my head to where his balls hung heavy and equally pulsating, like me he shaved down below as well, his genital area was smooth and smelt of musk and soap and he rubbed my face against his crotch, "Let's see how good you are at this!"

I flicked my tongue out almost eagerly and he laughed softly.

"That's it my good little Catholic School Girl, lick my balls, oh yeeeeeeees, get your lips around them, that's it, kiss them….hmmmmmm…you are a quick learner aren't you?"

I certainly was! He reached downward to tweak at my tits, making me gasp and my cunt contract violently, my eyes watered and I felt myself lapping and licking his balls harder and harder to each contraction that was building up between my legs. He pulled me up five minutes later; I was sweating and heaving, as well as moaning and mewling.

He cupped both my breasts and massaged them and I almost came there and then, he sucked one nipple and caressed the other heaving teenage mound. He yanked my blouse back over my shoulders so my arms were suddenly free of constraints.

"On your back," he barked out the order abruptly whilst shoving me backwards onto the ground making me gasp in surprise, and then my legs were rapidly being parted into the pre-fuck splits and I felt his fuck ready cock head pressed hard at the mouth of my throbbing gaping cunt.

He didn't bother with being gentle; virgin or not I was ready to be fucked and fucked hard. He just rammed his cock inside of me, up and inside of me with one strong brutal thrust that made my buttocks rise high up off the canvas, my eyes would have popped out on stalks if they could have, as it was they bulged in their sockets, my lips puckered and fluttered like a peach kiss, all my breath exploded from my diaphragm in one long WHOOOOOSH!

It was like being filled totally to the brim with a long hard wide throbbing flesh rod. I was almost sure he was fucking me up to my tonsils; I could feel his cock everywhere inside me. My cervix was being brutally assaulted, my womb was widening and contracting to take the huge girth of his cock and my clit was being stroked so hard by the ridges on his shaft I thought it was going to be shaved right off.




A Walk in the Park



My buttocks were bouncing up and down on the canvas like a nuclear piston and he made sure he got all the way inside me because he dragged both my legs over his shoulders and then in turn forced them over my shoulders to ensure maximum depth inside of me.

I could barely breathe by then, my cheeks were bulging with the strain of it all, my nostrils were flaring and my eyes could not shut, they were being held open by the sheer force and volume of his cock, 

I was sure I would never be able to close my eyelids again after this and then waves of pleasure were washing over me, making me so dizzy and disorientated that my head was swimming in ten different directions.

"URGH, URGH, URGH, URGH!" was all I could managed to choke out as he rode my cunt to both his and my totally orgasmic climax.

His balls slammed against my buttocks faster and faster, it was like being whipped with two fast moving tennis balls on the end of a rigid stick.

"He's trying to get his balls inside me too!" the thought was wild and random and if I was feeling horny at that moment, that thought made me feel even more horny if it was at all 

My streched cunt was juicing and creaming with each stroke of his cock, we were practically locked at the hips by now and only when he rose out of me for another strong downward thrust did I feel the chill of the night air whistling between our briefly parting bodies and then the power of his member drove its way deep inside my cunt, over my clit, and deep into my expanding womb.

I came first, it was my first real all time, singing all dancing, explosive orgasm, it was certainly the first one I had ever had that had lasted more than five seconds that's for sure!

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!" I screamed as my orgasm was driven home in wave after wave of sheer debauched pleasure "OH! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!"

I am ashamed to say that I shrieked my way to my climax which I can only describe as a white violent throbbing sensation that started from the tips of my curling toes, surged its way all the way up my taut legs to the pit of my clit, all over and through my brutally ravaged cunt to end up my shaking throbbing pre-orgasmic belly.

My orgasm triggered off his, and he moved faster and faster inside of me, crowing as he did, and then he exploded inside of me, and when I say explode I mean REALLY explode!

"HOOOOOOOLLY SHIIIIIIIITTTT! he hollered as he came inside of me, "OH FUUUUUKKKING HOOOOOOT DAAAM!"

I instinctively grabbed hold of his heaving undulating buttocks and squeezed them desperately, thrusting back and forth with him until his balls were totally spent of spunk and I, his victim, was totally and utterly full to the brim with his cum.

He finally rolled off me with a satisfied grunt of pleasure and his seed flooded out of me and down my legs whilst I lay on my back, my body still twitching, and jerking my mouth opening and shutting spasmodically as my gigantic orgasm finally slid away to a feeling of dismay, gratification, rapture, shame and contentment.

"Well you little slut," I said to myself and with only a little bit of shame, "You certainly got what you deserved didn't you after your walk in the park?"

"Catholic school girls sure make the best little tramps," he said when he finally found his voice and I couldn't disagree with him, after all I was now a prime example of what he was talking about!

He rolled onto his side and suddenly leaned over me and cupped a still heaving breast, fondling it again with rough thoughtless fingers. I was really startled when my nipple hardened and the same delicious sensation of electricity ran up and down my body in long waves of pleasure.

I moaned as he once again sucked my nipple and fondled my other breast.

"What's your name?" he asked me suddenly.

"Clara," I said and he slid his hand over my bare stomach making it tremble.

"Well Clara," he said with a chuckle, "I don't think you'll be walking in the park on your own again in the near future, will you?"

I felt myself nodding my head. Walks in the park at night were out from now on. As much as I had shamefully enjoyed this nastly little encounter I didn't want to make a habit of it.

"And to make sure you don't," he added as he helped me sit up and then squat with my head in line with his cum soaked cock "We're going to spent a couple of hours ramming the lesson home good and proper, open your mouth very wide my dear little Catholic School girl, I haven't finished with you by a long run…"

Well as you can imagine I got home somewhat late that evening, I was lucky that my parents were out visiting friends so they never found out I'd taken a short cut through the park after school.

I hurt all over, especially between my legs; I could barely walk and had to have a cool bath as soon as I got into the house.

I whimpered as I washed my ravaged little cunt with a flannel, it was hot, torn, throbbing and burning like crazy; the man in the park had used it three more times after the first time. He had a lot of stamina and he used it all on me.

I went through a lot of firsts in that park I can tell you. He made me suck his cock and balls clean and then he came in my mouth and made me swallow all his cum, all of it can you believe it? There was so much of it that flooded out of my mouth in a back flow. It took a while getting all of that cum down my throat I can tell you but I did it, well I didn't really have any choice, he told me I was going to stay on my knees until every last drop was swallowed, rape so it seems isn't just something that happens to your cunt!

I don't remember everything, only that I did as I was told and didn't complain, mostly because I was too busy having multiple having orgasms that I didn't think it was possible to have after the gut wrenching one I had already had! I do however remember him whispering in my ear that raping and deflowering a virgin Catholic School Girl was even better than he had expected it would be!

My tits hurt even more than my cunt, he had sucked them so much I had started to lactate. He had liked that and I remember feeling fluid leaking out of them which he lapped up and then sucked harder until I was practically being milked under the stars. My poor little titties were going to be really bruised and swollen in the morning that was for sure. 

I would also need and ice pack to sit on for a few days, because his last gift to me was to show me that bum-holes aren't just made for having a crap.

I'm ashamed to say I'm a natural at that sexual activity too; yes it hurt but the pleasure eventually outweighed the pain I can tell you.

I was practically eating the grass on the ground whilst he rammed his cock up my burning arse and when he finally started to come after ten minutes of hard rutting, he dragged me up from my squatting position, grabbed both my breasts and sucked on my mouth in the best and deepest French kiss I have ever had in my young life.

In theory I should never know who my attacker was, because it was so dark and even with the glimpses I got during the rape, it wasn't enough for a good description of him. 

He only gave me my glasses just before he left, he pushed them into my hand but before I had them on my face and was looking about he was gone, slipping away in the bushes like a thief in the night.

However I now had a good idea of his identity, because when I was getting dressed after the last time he had raped me my hand brushed against something cold and hard on the ground.

I had instinctively picked it up and pushed it into my school blazer pocket. He hadn't noticed, he was to busy getting his last feel of my tits and when I got home I got a good look at what he had pulled off his shirt during the early park of my rape and cast away without thinking.

A Police Officer's badge, with his number on it, I fingered it carefully as I lay in my bath nursing my sore raped cunt and throbbing bruised tits.

My mother had told me that the police were going to start patrolling the park pretty soon. Well it looked like one particular Police Officer had decided to start patrolling the park early!

I looked at the trophy in my hand and smiled slyly, as I gently stroked my throbbing breasts, he'd go looking for his badge tomorrow when he realised it was lost, it wouldn't take him long to realise where it was, and he knew my name and also the school I came from, I had a feeling I'd be seeing him again soon, very soon in fact… 



A Walk in the Park



It's a cool evening, the sun hovering low on the horizon and casting an orange glow on everything in sight. The light is fast fading, and the impending night has given me a very naughty idea. "Let's go for a walk in the park behind your house," I suggest, winking suggestively at you, a coy smile on my face. You eye me with a mixture of wariness and mischief, not sure what I'm on to now. I fiddle with the pleats on my short skirt, letting the dark material ride up my thigh just a little more for your benefit. Recognition dawns on your face, and you hasten to find a pair of zippered pants to facilitate the anticipated activity. I watch you change with my legs wantonly parted, teasing you with the view.

Just as we are about to leave, I have a brainwave and nudge you. I disappear back into the room, pulling you along with me, much to your bewilderment. Then, you break into a knowing smile as I reach under my skirt and remove the panties I have on and toss them carelessly into the cupboard. "Alright, we can go now!" I announce gaily, beaming at you. You swat me gently on my ass and follow me to the door. 

We can't stop ourselves from giggling all the way down the corridor, and even as we wait for the lift to arrive. As the lift door closes on us, you quickly pull my skirt up to grope my shapely butt for a while. I can see the merriment in your eyes as I play hard-to-get and push the skirt down modestly. The lift door opens to reveal a crotchety old man outside, and we skip out looking very naughty indeed. The old man doesn't seem to catch any hint of what was going on just a moment ago in the lift he's just stepped into, although he does sneak a glance at my legs which always look fantastic in a short skirt.

The breeze as we walk towards the park teases me, now and again lifting my skirt for a peek like a leery old man, at other times stroking me airily between my thighs and giving me a cool, delicious thrill of pleasure. We hold hands and hike up the slope to the darkening gloom of the park, dimly illuminated with a handful of solitary lampposts and dotted all over with trees shading various parkbenches. We pick a spot hidden from view by a large mango tree, high up on the slope where we guess few people will venture after dark.

You sit down on the bench with an expression of eager anticipation on your face, grinning up at me so wide the teeth stand out in the gloom. I sit down on your lap, taking care to spread my skirt out round me and over the crotch of your pants. I can feel you getting a hard-on already, the stiffness of the zipper augmented by a swelling bulge beneath the corduroy material. As I settle my weight onto your lap, you let out a faint groan, your eyes half-closing for a long moment as you savour the knowledge of my bare ass seated almost on top of your by-now raging hard-on. I shift a little to create pressure, at the same time feeling juices build up inside my slick little pussy. I position myself with my thighs slightly apart for your convenience and guide your hand towards the satin-smooth insides of my thighs.

Your hand glides up my left thigh, caressing it as you mumble your appreciation unintelligibly. You nuzzle my neck as your hand probes higher up into the recesses under the skirt, while I hold the hem to prevent it from riding up too high lest some lagging evening jogger comes by. The tips of your fingers makes contact with the folds of my vulva, sending a shiver of excitement across every inch of my skin, from the backs of my ankles to the nape of my neck. The smoothness of my lips excites you; I can feel the throbbing of your member under me, very faintly, and it turns me on even more. You stroke my lips with the barest of touches, titillating my senses and making me beg for more. I buck ever so slightly to bump against your fingers, squeezing myself inside and feeling all my attention centred towards the lower half of my little body. I tighten my left arm round your shoulder, and use my right to urge your left hand deeper.

You turn to me and initiate a deep kiss, tongue gently coaxing my lips open so you can taste my tongue. The sensuality of your tongue tickling my lips and palate make me tremble, enveloping my senses in a heady rush of giddyness. It is all I can do to stay in a sitting position on your lap. Without breaking the kiss, you continue stroking the lips of my snatch, brushing the hairs around it every so often. 

Suddenly, you push into the middle of my luscious folds, slicking your fingers wet with my juices and giving me a shock of sensation that washes over me and knocks me breathless, forcing me to break the passionate kiss. You don't let up, and keep digging deeper and deeper into my pussy with two fingers that bear the smooth, thick calluses of a long-time guitarist. The sensation pulls me under like a powerful undercurrent, stringing me along to bliss as you quest for my G-spot. I fling my arms around you and bury my face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, unable to keep from moaning. Your fingers begin to thrust in and out of me, motions smooth from my sopping wetness, and I moan loudly into your ear, trying but unable to tell you in words how good it feels. 

Your other hand reaches up from holding me up, and latches onto my right breast, squeezing it firmly. Unsatisfied, you run your hand up my blouse and pull down the obstructing bra cup to release the nipple into your hand. You pull and pinch it, flicking it till I start to think that there must be some kind of wiring inside me that connects the nipple directly to the clitoris. You push me up and duck your head, pushing my blouse up to reach my nipple with your mouth. As your lips close around it, I pull your head closer to me, straining against the hand inside me as you stroke my gushing depths. I grind my butt against your erection inside your pants, wishing for a way to free it without having to stop what we are doing.

You stop just as suddenly as you started, leaving me panting for more. You make me get up so that you can release your pent-up cock from its stifling prison, and pull it through the opened zipper so that it stands proudly in the cool air. I squat down in front of you and pop it into my mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. I run my tongue up and down its considerable length, slaking its thirst for something warm and wet. I taste the big drops of precum oozing from its tip and mix it with my saliva, coating it with a layer of fluid and small bubbles as you breath raggedly with your head thrown back, eyes closed. I can smell the scent of your skin along the shaft, and the aroma of my arousal is strong in the night air. I add one more mouthful of saliva over the smooth, fat, glistening cockhead before drawing myself up once more and preparing to let myself onto it.

You open your eyes, glazed over with lust, and hold the stiff meatpole steady for me to impale myself on. I slide easily onto it, the sensation of every inch going deep into me piling one on top of another into a shuddering vaginal contraction that has you gasping for air even as the tip of your head touches the entrance to my cervix inside. I pause to catch my breath, but you don't want to wait. You start bucking up into me and banging the stiff thickness into my willing snatch, inducing caterwauls of pleasure from me as I back onto your hardness while supporting myself on tiptoes. Your hands hold my cut-in waist firmly, pulling and pushing me so my butt bounces onto and lifts off your lap in a quick heartbeat rhythm. Your right hand slides up to cover a breast, squeezing it hard in time to your pumping in and out of me, while my pussy contracts at regular intervals of its own volition, heightening your excitement. 

You nuzzle my neck harshly as I extend it by throwing my head back, letting your stubble graze my tender skin and leaving raw burns from the heat of the moment. I grip your forearms hard, almost bruising them from the pressure, in an effort to keep from screaming the tension into the HDB flats separated from us by only the foliage. You quicken the pace of your repeatedly spearing me, your ragged breathing turning to panting as you work frantically towards climaxing. 

I cannot stop myself from crying out, "Oh, oh, oh oh oooh... aaahhh... Uhhh..." as your cock slams at superhuman speed into my cunt, stroking it inside out so quickly the heat makes us both perspire profusely. When it reaches an unbelievable speed you pant into my ear softly, "I'm gonna come." with a hint of determination that betrays the effort spent thus far, just before you come undone and rock with me in an unsteady rhythm, unspooling all the threads of warm cum inside of me, sending the warm seeds of your love deep into the recesses of my womb and coating the walls of my pussy with sticky fluid as it runs, viscous, down inside. 

Spent, you jerk involuntarily with the last throes of your orgasm while my legs give way and I lean back on your chest, the pulsating walls of my soaking snatch squeezing the last drops of life from your softening cock, finally releasing it with a pop into the open air. You open your eyes and give me a groggy smile, before standing up and repacking your package back into its fabric holster. 

It takes a while more before I can bring myself to stand up, and we make our way back to the house utterly exhausted. Cum drips from my still-sopping snatch in big viscous drops along the way, tracing our path back, while the juices from our recent union stickify the insides of my thighs like a souvenir. 

I look at you and grin. "That was some walk in the park."



A Walk in the Park



She propped one foot on the park bench in front of her and inspected her ankle closely. A small, round patch of skin peeked through her nylon pantyhose just above the buckle of her sling back shoe. She rooted through her purse in search of clear nail polish to dab over it before it started to snake up her leg. Suddenly she became aware of the pair of eyes ogling her from the opposite end of the bench, dropping the small bottle of nail polish in the process. It rolled across the concrete and propped itself conveniently against the toe of his shoe. Smiling nervously, she pointed to the bottle and cleared her throat. 

"Excuse me. Would you mind?"

"Oh, not at all," Terry stammered, retrieving the bottle and handing it to her with shaking hands. His eyes roved her lovely frame as she pumped the brush up and down inside the bottle, glossing over her lovely ass that rounded so she could bend low over her ankle and cover the snag in her stocking. 

"Damn!" she swore loudly and threw her hands up in exasperation. The man's eyebrow raised and he leaned toward her slightly. 

"Are you okay?" 

"This is the second pair I have ruined this week," the woman muttered almost absently, sticking her finger into the hole. Three small runs snaked their way around her ankle in separate directions. She sighed heavily and rolled her skirt from her knee to her thigh and slid her fingers under the lace top of her thigh highs. She allowed them to pool around her ankles before tugging her skirt back down and sitting on the bench to unfasten her shoes. She pulled the stockings from her feet and dropped them into the trash can beside her. 

"Do you live around here? You could run home and change if you do."

She looked up as if she had forgotten Terry was even still there. "Oh, yea, I just live over on Western Avenue. It's only a couple of blocks from here but I have to meet a coworker here in just a few minutes and I don't want to miss him. I would rather be here and catch him than worry too much about my stockings." She shrugged and pulled at a loose bit of lint clinging to her shirt and smoothed her skirt against her legs, looking very prim. His eyes darted from her coiffed blonde hair to the fluted neck of her blouse that buttoned modestly at the bottom of her neck. She had tucked the tail of her shirt into the skirt and puffed it slightly at her waist. He smiled and opened his mouth to say something else to her but was interrupted. 

"Denise, it's good to see you here," the man called amicably as he jogged in place by the bench. She looked shocked.

"Mister Williams! I didn't know you jogged through here." 

"I jog for two hours every evening after work. Helps keep me in shape, you know."

"That's wonderful, sir. I come out to get fresh air in the evenings. I work out at the gym." She glanced around with a slight nervous twitch. Moments ago she was prim and collected. Now she looked as though she were about to choke. 

"I'm surprised you aren't here with your family. Or is this your 'alone time'?" 

"My husband has the kids working on their homework right now. I get out before dinner so we can do the family thing later." She fussed with her hair and looked nervously over her shoulder. 

"I'd better be off. My heart rate is slowing down." Mister Williams pressed two fingers against his neck and checked his watch. "I will see you on Monday morning, Ms. Baker." He jogged off, leaving the two on the bench alone again. 

"Someone you didn't want to see?"

"My boss's boss: one of the CEOs of the company. I never like chatting with the CEOs. They make me nervous." She watched Mister William's retreating figure jogging off down the lane. 

"He obviously knows who you are. He said something to you."

"William's Enterprises wouldn't be the same without me," she mused rather sarcastically, scanning the park for her coworker. Her eyes locked with a man in a rather well tailored suit walking hurriedly up the path. She stood and bounced toward him, casting a look over her shoulder. "It was nice chatting with you." She met him before the path broke and they wandered off toward the picnic area. 

Terry shook his head and wandered off in the opposite direction to commune with his thoughts. It was a typical autumn day and the leaves were beginning to shift in color from green to gold and red. Though they had not yet begun to drift lazily from the trees, the time was fast approaching. Today was jacket weather. While the sun was up, it was pleasantly warm until shortly after the sun set. The sun was sunny, the clouds were puffy, and there didn't seem to be another soul around. 

That woman would make an interesting character in a story, he mused. Denise Baker married with kids and apparently was a successful woman. She worked for an undisclosed company, most likely as a secretary, and liked to take evening walks in the park. She apparently also had business meetings at the park that was only a few blocks from her house. She dressed well in long, modest skirts and long sleeved blouses. Her ass filled out her skirt beautifully if he said so himself. His mind wandered to her creamy thighs she exposed when removing her stockings and the curve of her back with the thin white dress shirt stretched tight over her skin. 

Terry detoured a bit off of his hike to tap the privy. As he entered through the winding entrance, there was a faint shuffling. He entered the open area of the rest room and nearly ran smack into Denise's business partner. Terry excused himself and sidestepped to pass by. 

The man stepped in the same direction. 

Terry nodded once and stepped around in the opposite direction. 

"Oh! Forgot to wash my hands," the man stated rather suspiciously. Terry's brow furrowed and he headed for the stalls. This guy was more odd than he had originally suspected. "So, nice weather we're having, isn't it?"

Terry stopped dead in his tracks and blinked hard. Why was this guy talking? He muttered an offhanded "yea" and closed the stall door behind him with a faint click of the lock. 

"Yea, fall is my favorite time of the year," the man continued chattering, breaking every unwritten rule of bathroom etiquette. Terry ignored him, hoping he would shut up, but the guy just kept chattering. "Yea, I was just heading home, actually. Got to get back to the family at home. The wife should have dinner about finished and all that. Beautiful weather, though. Beautiful weather." 

Terry couldn't even piss. This guy was severely creeping him out. Just keep ignoring him and he will go away. 

"Well, nice talking to you, man. I've gotta jet. Have a nice night."

Maybe Terry could lie to himself and pretend the guy was really talking on a cell phone or something. That would at least make his chattiness somewhat acceptable. Either that or he was.... 

He finished his business, washed his hands, and stood just outside of the doorway and waited. It was a considerable amount of time before he heard one of the stall doors creak open and a pair of heels click across the concrete flooring. Terry was waiting as Denise rounded the corner and skidded to a halt just in front of him. He smiled at her. 

"Having an afternoon fling?"

"Well... I don't... I don't know what you are talking about," Denise stammered, trying to retain a modicum of dignity. She was busted and she knew it. 

"Well I am sure that Mister Williams would be very interested to know about it." Terry's knees were shaking. He had never been this forward before and generally took the passive role. He leaned against the wall of the privy in what he assumed looked like a casual manner, but was really to keep him from falling face first onto the floor at her feet. 

Denise stared at him. "What do you want?"

He hadn't counted on this. He didn't know what he wanted to do. He just stood and stared at her, the smile melting from his face. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times in an attempt to say something but he eventually settled for closing his mouth and feeling slightly sick to his stomach. His cheeks took on a tinge of pink and he stared at her sling backed shoes. 

Denise sighed heavily and grabbed Terry by the shirtfront. "Fine. I know what you want. Just get your ass into the stall so we don't get caught." She shoved him rather roughly with a strength she didn't appear to have possessed when he met her earlier. He stumbled toward the stalls. She maneuvered him to the back of the area and shoved him into the next to the last stall. He fell inside, bracing his hand against the wall of the enclosure to keep from ending up face first in the toilet. At least this one had flushing toilets instead of the primitive hole-with-a-trash-can type. Denise locked the stall behind them and turned to face him with her hands on her hips. Terry looked over his shoulder nervously. 

"So now what?" he asked uselessly. Denise twitched and turned his body to face hers, unfastened his pants and let them drop heavily against the floor. She slipped her fingertips under the waistband of his underwear and yanked, sending them to meet his pants. She pressed against his shoulders so he sat on the stool. He stared up at her with wide eyes. She couldn't be serious. 

Denise bunched her skirt in her hands and rolled it around her hips and sat in Terry's lap. Her chest was inches from his nose. She unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped the front of her bra. The cloth still cupped her breasts and covered her nipples. Denise placed her hands over his shoulders and looked down into his eyes. "I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds because that's all you're going to get." She rubbed her pussy gently against the head of his dick until her lips parted, arched back slightly so his dick penetrated her pussy and looped her ankles around his knees. The buckles of her shoes dug into the soft insides of his knees as she balanced herself against him. 

"Put your hands on my hips. You're going to steady me so I don't fall off. The last thing I need to do is explain to my husband how I got a concussion at the park. He'd rush me off to the hospital to make sure I wasn't hurt and demand the police look into muggings in the area." Denise blew a stray strand of hair out of her face as Terry wrapped his hands around her waist. She slipped his hands under her skirt to cup her hips and buttocks and ran her fingertips across the backs of his hands, moaning. Her hands found his shoulders again as she thrust against him, pushing his cock deep inside her pussy. Terry was afraid to move. He didn't want to pitch her off, so he sat perfectly still, his hands cupping her ass as she rode his cock. She leaned in, her mouth just above his ear and whispered; "Now be a good boy and don't wiggle. Just let me take the driver's seat, alright? You move too much and..." she stopped to moan as his cock glided back inside, "...and I'll slip. The only thing you can safely move is your head and shoulders. I need you to keep an ear peeled for anyone coming in. If you hear something, squeeze." Her hands snaked around his and pressed. He squeezed her ass cheeks in his hands, kneading them for a moment before he released them. She nodded in agreement. "You hear anything, you squeeze and I'll stop so we can listen."

Terry nodded and watched her breasts jiggle slightly as she bobbed in his lap. It was sexy the way the white lace of her bra clung just over the tips of her breasts with her nipples budding against it. He was careful to keep quiet and listen for approaching foot traffic, but she was hard to ignore. He pressed is face in close to her breasts so they slapped him gently in the face with each up stroke. His chin rested in the valley between them and they came in against his cheeks. Her lips were still dangerously close to his ear, the sweet music of her gasps and moans like a symphony in his head. Her pussy had soaked his balls with her cum as the tiny buckles on her shoes rubbed his skin raw. Her rhythm increased, her body came down against his harder and harder, her breath became ragged and choked as her tits slap-slapped against his face. Terry turned his head toward one of her nipples and flicked his tongue, urging her nipple free from the confines of the bra. 

A sound met his ears. It was a jingling noise like keys or a dog collar. Terry squeezed Denise's ass in his hands, kneading it until she stopped. They both turned toward the door of the stall, listening intently. Heavy footsteps echoed in the wooded enclosure, followed by the clickety-clack of dog toenails. Denise began slow gyrations in Terry's lap as the door creaked open, then closed. A miniature waterfall serenaded them as the panting dog's furry head peeped in at them from under the door. Terry cleared his throat. The leash twitched and the dog's head disappeared back into the other stall. Denise was running her tongue along the outer edge of Terry's ear. She lifted his shirt, exposing his chest, and rubbed her nipple back and forth along his collarbone. 

He was glad she was enjoying herself, especially with some guy in the stall right next to them. He kept his hands firmly planted on her ass cheeks and refused to move. She, on the other hand, freed her other breast and let her nipples rub against his chest with each slow stroke she made. 

The door to the stall next to them creaked open. The man and his dog paraded past their door. When the water turned on, Denise bounced hard into his lap, driving his cock deep inside, then flexed so only the head of his cock was still inside before trusting herself forcefully back down against him. Terry's breath caught in his throat, stifling a moan. Denise's body slammed against his, her tits bouncing hard against her chest, her head thrown back, arms extended, blonde hair slipping out of the barrettes, small wisps clinging to the sheen of sweat covering her face. Terry's ears were greeted by the sound of the dog's tongue lapping noisily at the water rushing from the tap. He silently thanked the stars for the man and his thirsty dog. 

The water stopped and so did Denise until the man and his dog were outside of the restroom. She writhed in place on his lap, rolling and rocking against him with his cock buried deep inside her pussy to give him time to get outside of earshot. She looked down at Terry and whispered, "Do you think he's gone?" 

Terry nodded in agreement. "I think so. Why would he hang around the restroom?"

"Good." Denise pressed her tits into Terry's face. "Want some?" 

His eyes glimmered for an instant as he ran his tongue along one of her pert nipples. She whimpered and dug her nails lightly into his shoulders as she resumed her normal rhythm. Terry suckled gently on the perky bud before performing the same treatment on the other. Denise buried her fingers in Terry's hair and pressed in against him with every thrust. He pressed his face into her heaving bosom and gripped her hips, shoving her down roughly into his lap. She took the hint and fucked him like she had while the water was running. She shifted and wrapped her legs around Terry's waist and leaned back so he could penetrate her more easily. 

He was close. He could feel the tingling beginning in his lower back and thighs. He looked up. Her eyes were closed and she was pulling herself into him with her legs as he pulled her hips. She was grinding against him, her mouth slack and her eyes fluttering just slightly behind her eyelids. Her hands splayed across his chest, holding her body away from him, her body becoming more rigid, breathing becoming ragged, her thrusts more needy. Terry rammed into her, watching her tits bounce against her ribs. He leaned forward and grabbed one of her nipples into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue and sucked hard. 

Her body went rigid and her nails dug into his chest. He looked up over her the mounds of her breasts. She may not have been making a sound, but she was cumming. 

And so was he. 

Terry's mouth went slack and Denise's nipple leapt free of his mouth. Her tits bounced, slapping him in the face as he came hard into her. His body tremored and he rocked forward with each wave as his orgasm overcame him. 

Her body relaxed but she continued until Terry was finished. She rubbed her nipples against his lips playfully as he panted for breath, her face flush. 

"So was that good enough to keep you from knocking on my door or telling my fuckbuddy's boss about us?"

"Your fuckbuddy's boss?"

"Yea. That guy I was in here with?" Denise leaned in conspiratorially. "That's my boss. I was fucking him to keep him from telling my husband about the copy boy and me. Coincidentally, he's a good fuck, so I told him I would forget about the copy boy."

"So what are you going to tell the copy boy?"

"I'm going to tell him to meet me in the copy room closet every Friday like we have been doing for the last month." Denise tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Just like I'm going to tell you to meet me here on Thursday nights so we can do this again. You're a lot easier to please than Danny."

"Who's Danny?" Terry's head was spinning.

"Danny's my boss," she smirked and slid out of his lap to right her clothes. Terry shook his head. 

"So you want me to meet you right here or can we meet someplace else?"

"Tell you what. Why don't you just wait for me on that bench where we met earlier? I am sure we can go from there." She winked and tucked her breasts back inside her bra with a playful squeeze of her nipples. "Now go out and tell me if the coast is clear. If anybody comes in, let me know. It might be a bit awkward for a woman to come out of the men's toilet."

Terry grinned and pulled up his pants. "So that was why he was chatting at me."

Denise shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Could he have been more obvious? It tells me that he's never done this before."

"Well neither have I, but that doesn't mean I would make an ass of myself." He pushed the door to the stall open and peered around. "Looks like the coast is clear. See you next Thursday," he chortled as he headed back toward the path. 



A Walk in the Park



It's a very warm summer night and we are both feeling a little restless, so we decide to go for a nice slow walk through the park. We walk the couple blocks down to the park and set off on the path that leads around the lake. I take my shoes off and carry them, preferring to walk on the side of the path through the grass. The sun has started to set, and people are beginning to clear out of the park. After we have walked a little ways, we hear the bells of an ice cream cart. It being a warm night, I decide I would like to have a popsicle to cool me down as we stroll along the path. We stop the cart driver, and I ask him for a cherry popsicle. I break it in half so that we can share, and we set out again.

You don't touch your half of the popsicle, instead you watch me begin to eat my half. I know you are watching, so I decide to make it fun. My pink tongue swirls around the tip of the popsicle in slow lazy circles, then languidly brushes up and down the length of it, catching the drops as they melt, turning my tongue a deep red.

Then I take the tip of the popsicle between my lips and with deliberate precision I insert it all the way into my mouth, slurping loudly as I pull it back out. I look over at you and grin at the rapt look of attention on your face. I know you are thinking about me giving the same treatment to your cock.

I purposely let a few melting red drops of popsicle fall across the tops of my soft round breasts, watch them trickle down inside the front of my sundress before reaching down and scooping them up with my fingers and bringing them to my now cherry-red lips, licking them off of my fingertips slowly.

The cold drops felt so good against my skin, so I take my half of the popsicle and run it over the swell of my tits, dipping into the deep cleft between them and leaving a sweet sticky red trail along them. You can see my nipples harden through my thin dress at the coldness

You lean over and growl in my ear "I can think of better things to do with that mouth of yours, and with that popsicle". You grab my hand and pull me into the dark bushes just off the trail. You pull down the thin straps of my dress, exposing my full breasts and erect nipples to the warm night air. You bend towards my chest, your tongue following the sticky trail the popsicle has left across them.

With my half of the popsicle still in my hand, I make slow circles around each nipple. Your tongue follows the sticky path I am making. You suck hard on my puckered nipples, each in turn, cleaning the sticky sweetness from them, making them even harder.

Since you are following the directions of the popsicle so well, I decide to wiggle out of my dress completely, and trace a path down my belly towards my smooth, waxed pussy, stopping just shy of my now tingling clit. You pull me to the ground and your tongue follows the sticky trail. Shivers run through my body as your mouth closes over my pussy lips and sucks gently at them.

Then suddenly your mouth is gone and I cry out as I feel the cold wetness of your popsicle touching my pussy lips. You give a little evil laugh, and then move the popsicle down farther, running it slowly around the opening of my pussy, making me squirm before replacing it with your tongue and lapping up the sweet melted stickiness.

I moan softly, and then I realize that you are still fully dressed. I must remedy this. I pull myself into a sitting position and grab at your shirt, then greedily pull your shorts down, exposing your beautiful hardening cock to me. I push you onto your back and make a trail down the front of your chest with my popsicle before swinging my leg over you, and licking my way slowly down towards your cock, leaving us in a perfect 69 position.

As my popsicle chilled mouth closes over the tip of your hard cock, I feel the cold stickiness of your popsicle again being applied to my pussy lips, running in between them before circling around my opening and dipping ever so slightly inside of it. My hips buck at the sensation and I gasp again before closing my lips tightly around the head of your cock and flicking my cold tongue around the tip.

You begin to alternate between running the popsicle around my pussy and lapping at it gently with your warm mouth, inserting the popsicle into my hot pussy and then replacing it with your tongue or your fingers. Every changing sensation gets me more and more aroused, and soon my pussy is slick and wet and sticky.

In response, I begin to suck harder on your hard slippery cock, taking it deep into my throat, pulling back only to flick my tongue against the precum beginning to seep from the tip, spreading it around the head, tasting it greedily.

I let a few melting drops of popsicle fall onto your aching balls before taking them in my mouth one by one, sucking the cherry sweetness from them, massaging them with my lips, my mouth, my tongue before turning my attention back to your beautiful cock. Running my tongue up and down the shaft again before sucking you hard and deep into my throat

You have three fingers buried inside my hot wet pussy now, massaging my g-spot, thrusting hard against it. My legs start to quiver, then I jump suddenly as I feel the popsicle against my hot skin again, this time trailing a path from my pussy opening up to my tight little asshole, running it around the rim.

I moan loudly around your cock still buried deep inside my throat as your tongue again follows the sticky sweet path the popsicle has made, flicking slow circles around the tight opening of my ass, pushing it's way a little bit inside. Your fingers come out of my pussy and bring with them the slick hot wetness, rubbing it around my tiny puckered asshole before returning to fuck my hot wet pussy.

As you slowly massage one finger into my asshole, my legs start quivering crazily, and my pace increases on your cock. My mouth is hungrily sucking up and down the length, one hand massaging your balls and the other stroking you when my mouth comes up to the head of your cock.

My hips are grinding down furiously against your hands. You have one finger in my ass, and three in my tight pussy banging against my g-spot. I pull my mouth away from your cock long enough to beg you to touch my clit, telling you I need to cum so badly. The finger disappears from my ass, and I feel the cold melting popsicle being applied directly to my clit, and it drives me crazy.

I instantly begin to cum, your three fingers still pounding my g-spot as my orgasm spasms wave after wave through my body and my warm fluid gushes over your hand, running down my thighs and into your waiting mouth. I pull my mouth away from your cock again, screaming "fuck fuck fuck" over and over again as I lose all control.

You quickly climb out from under me and pull me up onto all fours, one arm around my waist to hold me up as my orgasm continues to send shock after shock through my body. "I'm going to cum in your ass" you tell me. All I can get out is a desperate yes as you spit on my asshole a couple of times to lube it up enough before easing your hard cock inch by inch deeply into my ass.

You stroke hard against my ass, your balls slapping against my pussy. My orgasm builds again and I slam back against you desperately, crying out "fuck my ass, fuck it hard!" The tightness of my asshole gripping your hard dick feels too good, and you bury your cock deep in my ass as you begin to cum. I reach down and rub my sensitive clit a little and begin a second orgasm.

My ass tightens even more around your cock, milking the cum out of it as I cum hard again, shaking uncontrollably. I collapse against the soft grass as your hot load is finally spent inside my ass. You pull out and fall to the ground beside me, pulling me on top of you and holding me as my shakes subside.

We lay there for a while, both spent, happy, content to let the warm wind brush against our naked bodies. I lift my head up to give you a smile and tell you that that was the BEST popsicle I have EVER had.

This is my first go at a story. I welcome ALL comments, positive or negative. How else will I learn? 



A Walk In The Park



Hi. This is my first story. Please feel free to email me if you like it. Thank you for reading it.

My name is Ashley. I'm 22, five foot six, 120 pounds, with shoulder length black hair, dark eyes, and a complexion that is best described as tan. My breasts are what usually grab men's attention. I've been blessed with firm, high 34D cups. I have also been told I have a nice behind, sometimes in more vulgar terms than that.

It was 1 o'clock on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I was in my car, heading to a crowded public park. Underneath my jacket I was in a tangerine-colored bikini. It wasn't even a bikini I would normally wear to the beach, let alone a park. I wore it for tanning. The top had two triangles of material that could be extended to hide my breasts, or contracted to keep only my nipples covered. The bottoms were French cut, with string on my hips, a small triangle in front, and the behind providing enough material to cover a decent portion of my ass. On the floor of the passenger seat was a pair of 4-inch silver heels. My 2-year old Black Lab Buddy was in the back seat, restless and anxious for the moment he would be granted freedom to explore the outdoors.

I was heading to meet a man. He was much older than me, in his fifties, and for the past week he had abused my body in ways I could scarcely have imagined a month ago. I had met him at the same park the week before. I had been sent to the park by my online Master, a man with whom I had chatted and seemed to understand fully, in ways that I didn't, my need to be submissive. He enjoyed sending me out to public places, dressed in very revealing outfits. I had been to clubs dressed in a short skirt, garters and stockings, and always with a revealing top and no bra. I rarely got to wear panties, and on a few nights I had danced with half the men at a given club, my ass groped, naughty comments whispered into my ear, my skirt lifted until I knew that other patrons had a clear look at my garters and my exposed ass. I had been made to walk into convenience stores to purchase items dressed like a complete slut.

I could not for the life of me understand how my body reacted. The more extreme the humiliation, the more I could feel my own wetness flow. The more men stared at my barely covered breasts, the more my nipples swelled and strained the material. It wasn't that the men were handsome, or that I enjoyed their attention. There was something about being on display, about the fact that the men looked at me with a combination of contempt and lust, that set my heart pounding and caused my body to feel on fire. It was still all very new to me, and despite the fact I had already revealed most of my charms to strangers, it never made that combination of embarassment and excitement less intense when I was sent back out.

As I mentioned, I had met Sean a week ago. My Master had sent me out to the park early in the morning, knowing there would be less people then, but that there would be older men taking walks before the crowds became too much of a nuisance. I had been dressed in a tight pink crop top that showed off my tummy, no bra, and a pair of denim cut offs I had been instructed to cut very short, and 2-inch heels. The jeans had started out as hip huggers, and now what little material was left did not hide much of my ass cheeks. I had been relieved when my Master had told me I could wear panties, until I was instructed to keep the straps of a pair of red thong high on my hips, completely visible over the shorts.

The moment I stepped out of my car in the parking lot of the park a man approached me. As instructed while chatting with my Master, I had to bend over and tie - or pretend to tie - the laces of my sneakers, my ass facing the stranger. He made some small talk, his gaze taking in my barely covered tits and ass, and I finally told him I had better go, after taking down his number. I always have to take down these strangers' numbers, and if my Master feels the men have potential, I have to phone them at a later time.

I continued my walk and that is how I met Sean. He was sitting on a bench taking in the morning sunshine, and had watched me approach from about 20 yards away. When I got close he said hello. Although he was sitting down, he looked tall, had a full head of salt and pepper hair, green eyes, and a weathered tan I guess he got from a lifetime in the sun. Even had I not been on an assignment I would have found him attractive. I smiled and said hello and then remembered my orders. With Buddy letting Sean scratch behind his ears, I turned my back to him and bent over to tie my shoes once again.

"I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you have a great ass." Sean commented.

I stood up and thanked him, feeling my face get red. Sean simply stared at me, smiling, not the least bit apologetic about commenting on my ass within 20 seconds of meeting me. He played with Buddy and we made small talk. He told me to sit down, and with my heart in my throat I said "yes sir." I was obligated to say sir to each man I met. My Master felt that men with a dominant streak would pick up on it, and he was right.

We talked for 10 minutes. I told him I was single, and he acted shocked by such a revelation.

"Surely a beautiful thing like you could find a boyfriend!" He exclaimed.

"Well, I tend to like older men." I replied. My master had not told me to say that, but at times the situations gathered a momentum of their own, and flirty comments would escape my lips.

Sean smiled, obviously pleased. I asked him if he was married and he said no, divorced, but he had a girlfriend. I stood up at this point and thanked him for our chat.

"Where are you going?" he demanded. I told him it was nice meeting him but that I had better not talk too long to a man who was involved. Sean took my hand and pulled me back to a seated position. I dropped back onto the park bench, aware of how much my tits jiggled as my ass made contact with the bench. He let a hand fall to my shoulder, and then moved it away, not before rubbing his thumb across one of my erect nipples. I sucked in a quick breath, knowing I was obligated to let him fondle me.

We talked for a while longer and I finally said my goodbyes. He asked for my number and I took his instead, once again following the instructions of my Master.

Back at home I got onto Literotica chat and described in great detail the encounters to my Master, who was waiting for me in the Literotica Lounge. He was very intrigued by the possibilities offered by my talk with Sean, and told me to phone him. During the phone conversation Sean made it clear he wanted nothing more than sex from me. Once again he was very direct and confident. He gave me directions to his home and told me to be at his place in an hour.

My Master was very pleased by this. He knew full well how aroused I would be driving over to a stranger's place to be used, and he told me to stay dressed as I was, and to obey all of Sean's wishes. He told me to wear my hair in pigtails. I look younger than my 22 years as it is, and he knew the "schoolgirl look" would add an element of the taboo for Sean. I was also instructed to always include a "sir" at the end of each sentence.

I arrived at Sean's house. The neighborhood was upscale and the house was large and looked very impressive from the outside. I rang the doorbell. Sean appeared at the door in an expensive looking bathrobe. He invited me in and escorted me to his living room. He offered me a drink and we chatted for a few minutes, many "sir"s peppering my sentences. Sean picked up on it, and told me he wanted me to stand and strip. With a meek "yes sir" I stood and with trembling hands I peeled my top off. I then did the same with my shorts and thong. I stood before him, in nothing but white ankle socks. He admired my body, telling me I was very sexy, complimenting me on my shaved pussy, and even asking if my tits were real.

"I'll have to wait a while longer for my little blue pill to kick in." He informed me. This too was a shock. An older man admitting that he had to let his Viagra kick in before... well... before he fucked me. Once again there was no pretense of romance or tenderness. He was simpy stating a fact. He instructed me to sit on a desk chair he had in the living room. I did has he commanded.

"Now roll it closer to me." I rolled the chair across the parquet floor, until I was facing him.

"Scoot to the edge of the seat and put your legs over the arms of the chair."

Shaking with embarassment, I draped my legs over either side. My pussy and ass were completely exposed to this stranger. He told me to begin masturbating. I closed my eyes and made small circles around my clit, an action I had performed thousands of times in the past. But this time I was spread open to a stranger, who leaned forward and watched, his face inches away.

"Open your eyes and look at me!" He said in a gruff voice that did not broach disobedience.

I opened my eyes and kept them locked on his as I masturbated. My body began reacting, and soon my juices flowed from me. Sean leaned forward and felt my breasts.

"You have great tits." He told me. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, and then squeezed and twisted them. I moaned in pain, which Sean took to be a sign of pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" He growled. I did not dare correct him.

My juices ran down to my asshole, and Sean watched intently, a young woman in his home, a woman he had met less than three hours before, spread open and masturbating inches from his face. Sean covered his thumb in my moisture. He began to rub it around my little rosebud, looking up at me from time to time, an arrogant smile playing upon his lips.

"I knew you were a whore the minute I saw you in the park." He told me.

How could I deny it? I had been parading around a public park in broad daylight in less clothing than a stripper would wear to work. Upon meeting him I had turned away and bent down to offer him a clear view of my asscheeks, bissected by a thin strip of denim. I could not tell him I was under orders, that I was performing an assignment for my Master. And now, I found my puppet strings manipulated by two puppetteers, my online Master who had sent me to the park, and this stranger I had just met. The embarassment and humiliation were intense, but another part of me, the part over which I did not seem to have any control, responded. My soaking pussy and hard nipples gave me away. The idea that there were two levels of control, two men to whom I was giving over my will, and that one did not know about other, kept a fire burning in my loins.

Sean slid his thumb into my asshole, smiling as I groaned at the sudden intrusion.

"Ever had a cock up there?" He inquired.

"Nnno sir." I whimpered. It was the truth.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass?" He asked me. I knew I had to aquiesce to his demands, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Well!?" He demanded.

I had felt that small place deep within me begin to grow, that unmistakable swelling that announced an impending orgasm. I wanted above all else to avoid cumming in such a situation, in such a degrading position, but my body blindly followed its own agenda. Slowly the feeling became more intense. I felt the bubbles of my own desire racing to the surface.

"Say it!" Sean barked at me.

"Yyyes sir!" I cried.

"No! Say the words! Say you want me to fuck your ass."

His thumb was now sliding in and out of my tender asshole. His robe was open and the Viagra had done its job. He was stroking the full length of his rather large and thick cock. My hand began applying more pressure to my clit, and the circles became smaller as my speed increased. That feeling of heat and anticipation grew. I masturbated more quickly, The idea of putting on a private show for this stranger while he stroked his cock filling me with shame and desire. Unable to hold back any longer, I exploded, my legs shaking, as my orgasm engulfed me.

"I want you to fuck my ass!" I screamed.

A smile of equal parts satisfaction and cruelty crossed his lips.

"Get on the couch on your hands and knees, you little slut."

I did as he asked. I got on all fours, and Sean maneuvered himself behind me. He used his fingers to transfer my wetness from my pussy to my asshole. I could hear noises from the street, people talking and laughing, and the hum of a car increasing as it passed his home and then receding into the distance. I felt the blunt, rubbery head of his cock against my ass, and I tensed up. Sean told me to relax, and I tried, but it was difficult. The muscles of my ass slowly stretched, and in small increments his cock slowly plundered my virgin asshole. I moaned in pain, and I heard Sean grunt in satisfaction behind me. I bit down on my lower lip and tried not to think of the growing discomfort as my ass accepted such a large foreign object.

"Nice and tight. I should have fucked you in the public toilet in the park." He told me.

Soon I felt his pubic hair tickling the smooth skin of my ass, and I knew that he was completely in me. He slowly pulled out. For the first time I felt a twinge of pleasure, as a feeling of emptiness replaced the sensation of having my ass invaded. Sean slid the length of his impressive cock all the way back in, and then slowly slid it back until just the head was still in me. This time he drove back into me more quickly, and I accepted it more easily. Soon the rhythm increased, and I began to moan in pleasure.

"You sure you haven't had cock up there?" Sean sneered.

I answered yes, and Sean took hold of my pigtails. My back arched as he pulled back on them, and his strokes became quicker and harder. In very little time I was being fucked with abandon, my cheeks jiggling from the impact of his thrusts. I'm quite vocal during sex, and I was soon moaning loudly. Sean did not let go of my pigtails, and the position was less than comfortable. I knew I had to simply ride it out, as it were, and let him use my ass until he chose another venue for his cock or came. Sean kept up a stream of talk, telling me how tight I was, how my ass belonged to him, and that I would never forget being fucked up the ass the first time. I answered "yes sir" when he asked me any question, no matter how filthy, and any delay, or an answer not given with enough gusto, was punished with a hard smack on my cheeks.

Sean let go of my pigtails and my head fell to the surface of the sofa. He grabbed my hips and fucked me in earnest, as I held onto the edge of the couch for dear life. Sean commanded me to rub my clit, and I snaked a hand under my tummy and did as I was told.

Another orgasm began welling up inside me, and the sounds I was emitting were ragged with the force of Sean's thrusts. I came a second time, and Sean sprayed my insides a few moments later.

He left his cock in me as it deflated. I was panting from the exertion. Finally his meat plopped out. I was going to sit up but Sean told me to stay as I was. He spread my asscheeks apart and told me to squeeze my muscles. I did, and felt a liquid warmth leak from my abused ass. Sean murmured his approval as his seed dribbled out of me. I felt him scoop some upon his fingers and then he offered them to me to suck. Trying not to gag, I sucked his fingers clean.

After a few more mouthfulls of cum I was allowed to go to the bathroom and clean up. It is always strange, after a momentous personal event, to see the same face staring back at you in the mirror. You expect to see some type of change, a slightly different expression, or a minor physical alteration. But no, I had just had my ass pounded raw and the same person looked back at me from the mirror.

I came back out of the bathroom and I was allowed to dress. Sean told me to phone him the next day.

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After that experience, my Master did send me back to Sean's on a few occasions that week. My visits were memorable for the inventive ways Sean found to humiliate and use me, but they are for another story. This story is about my second walk in the park.

Sean had told me to meet him in the park, but that it was my duty to find him. I had no idea where he might be. I looked out onto the park from the safety of my car, Buddy whining, knowing he would soon be let out. It was packed. There were families having picknicks, younger men throwing frisbees or playing hacky sack, groups tending to meat grilling on barbeques, lovers lying on the grass or walking hand in hand. I tried in vain to find Sean from the car, but I knew in my heart I would be obligated to search for him.

I accepted the inevitable and took my jacket off. I put on the 4-inch silver heels and tied the straps that snaked up my ankles. I then contracted the material of the bikini top until only my nipples were covered, as Sean had instructed. With Buddy leashed, I began my search.

Although most women will be well aware of this, most men probably won't: it is worthwhile to note how difficult it is to walk on grass in heels. It is even more difficult to attempt to keep your balance with a young, frisky dog pulling at the leash. My walk consisted mainly in avoiding all eye contact while walking Buddy and trying my best to ignore men's lewd comments and women's harsh, critical looks. As Buddy strained at the leash, I would do my best to try not to fall down, my barely covered tits bouncing freely. Buddy is very friendly, and a few men and boys took advantage of this, petting him and making small talk while ogling my body.

I walked all over the park, trying to find Sean. I was beginning to suspect he wasn't in the park at all, but had simply sent me out to expose myself to what seemed to be a hundred strangers. I was mistaken. Sean was in the park, in the one place I hadn't thought to check: the park bench where I had initially met him. In desperation I did return to that bench, and saw Sean sitting there, watching me approach, with a smirk of satisfaction playing upon his lips.

I was relieved. At least I would be sitting down, parts of my body slightly obscured to the mass of people assembled on that day. I was once again disappointed. Sean told me to stand before him, my back straight, and to hand the leash to him. I did as I was told, and conversed with Sean. When a person would walk by, I was ordered to bend over to check the straps of my high heels. This went on for close to 10 minutes. We would talk, a person would approach, and I would bend over.

After this, I was allowed to sit. My relief was once again short-lived. I sat down, my legs tightly together, and my hands primly on my lap. Sean observed me, and told me this would not do. I was to drape my arms over the back of the bench, and keep my legs spread, moving them back and forth, until my knees would touch, and then to spread my legs again. Sean put it well: he said to sit like a man would. I sat in that position, men and boys looking me over as they passed the bench. It would have looked very much like a father and daughter and their dog enjoying an afternoon in the park, except the daughter was dressed like a shameless porn slut, and a wet spot had formed on her bikini bottoms.

About 15 yards in front of us, sitting on the grass, were three men who looked to be in their early twenties. They had watched me approach, and after I had sat down they looked me over boldly. They would share comments I could not hear and burst into laughter. I had no illusions about whom they were laughing at.

After another 10 minutes Sean told me to go and wait for him in the men's public toilet at the center of the park. I was to go in, find an empty stall, close the door and bend over, my ass facing the door of the stall, and my hands holding the metal piping behind the toilet bowl. Reading my thoughts, Sean told me to walk in whether there were men in the washroom or not. I answered "yes sir" and stood up to go. I had taken less than 5 steps when Sean called me back.




A Walk in the Park



The day was gorgeous. It wasn't supposed to rain and it was the first break in the heat of the summer we'd had in what seemed like ages. I took the opportunity to call in from work and get some things taken care of around the house. 

Sometime in the afternoon I figured I should probably take the dog out for a walk. I put the leash on my Beagle and we walked down to Greenham Park. Greenham was just far enough away that you had to almost go there on purpose, but just beautiful enough that it was worth the walk. It was designed over a century ago by some famous rose garden designer; and he went all out with Greenham.

The entire park is carved up into 5 sections; the largest of which is the maze built around a grotto in the center. Every so often the maze will be shut down while they move some of the sturdy plants into different configurations and wait for it to grow back together; it keeps us guessing and is a source of constant enjoyment for the park visitors. It had been re-opened for a week now, and I hadn't been there for the new maze yet, so I figured now would be the perfect time.

Being the middle of the afternoon and most people were at work, there wasn't much for scenery on the way to Greenham, and most of what was there wouldn't be legal for another few years. It seemed the older I got, the sluttier the girls dressed, and I didn't know if it's a sign of changing minds or changing times. There were quite a few good lookers in my age category, however, and a few that turned every head they walked by. It was shaping up to be a good day.

The park was almost empty. Not even the local children were around playing on the grounds, and it had a pleasantly eerie feeling in the calmness. I tied the dog in the pet area and made my way through the maze. I was almost to the center (I thought) when I heard a noise that got me running; the moan of a woman, and she sounded like she was in trouble. 

I broke out of the maze into the clearing that surrounded the grotto. My eyes hit the beautiful splendor of the fountain in the middle, the rock encrusted walls of the grotto, and finally settled upon the picnic tables in the area before seeing the source of the distress.

Tied to one of the small, square picnic tables was a woman, her age impossible to tell, but she was definitely in her twenties or older. She was spread eagle and naked on the bench, and she was actually physically tied to the bench, her knees to the edge of the small table, her elbows tied to the edge, and her hands and feet were cuffed together under it. I immediately pulled out my pocketknife and walked toward her. 

The clicking of the blade drew her attention my way. Before I could say anything, she looked at the knife and shook her head. I paused in my step and saw, scrawled in block letters with vivid red lipstick across her belly between her round tits and her trimmed black bush "Use Me." The raven-haired captive motioned toward something over my shoulder. I turned and looked and there was a hand camera tied to a tree branch with its little red light flashing. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

No sooner had that thought rattled through my brain than my cock rose and I lost all ability to think about the situation beyond the fact that a brunette with long hair was tied naked to a table in front of me. My dick started to try to rip a hole through my pants and I folded the knife back up and slid it in my pocket. I walked the last few steps to the strumpet bound before me and I walked around her, soaking in the vision lewdly displayed before my eyes.

Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and fell off the edge of the table under her head. The small square table held her perfectly and the benches around it had been moved, providing perfect access to her mouth, her cunt, or her ass. She couldn't have protested if she had wanted to, and she sure as hell couldn't have moved.

Her body was in excellent condition; for whatever age she was in, her skin was creamy and felt soft under my fingertips. Her pussy was small but wet, and her beaver was almost clean except a small patch of fur directly over her slit. Her ass had been thoroughly washed; the little pucker was almost the same color of pink as her pussy. Her brown eyes looked up with wanton desire and her angelic voice croaked out "Please?" I could do nothing other than comply. 

My dick was out in a flash and I maneuvered it in front of her pussy. I pushed her lips apart with my fingers and found her already hot and wet. I wasted no other time in pushing my engorged dick into her, making her moan loudly. I still had no idea what the fuck was going on, but I knew I was going to blow my load up this wild twat, no matter what the consequences.

I began a steady rhythm, more for me than for her, though her moans signaled her approval almost as loudly to my senses as her watering pussy did. It took two strokes for me to stretch her pussy around my cock, her wetness splashing on my balls as I bottomed out in her. I grabbed her hips and used her tied body for leverage as I slowly pulled back out of her snatch and then slammed back into her, fucking her as hard as I could without bruising myself. She started moaning almost continuously and letting out a sharp little yelp every time I pounded her pussy. I could feel her clit rubbing against the root of my dick, and I reached down and fiddled it with my thumbs as I started fucking her pussy harder and faster. 

The grotto made her moans and screams echo, and it made the wet slap of our crotches louder. The harder I slammed into her, the tighter and wetter she got, the more I wanted of this soaking velvet snatch. She clamped down hard on my cock and I started to blow my load while buried hilt-deep in her quivering cunt. My eyes clamped shut and I felt my knees weaken with each surge and I heard her moans grow louder, but they seemed muffled. My eyes opened and I saw another bloke standing on the other side of her, his thick cock sliding slowly in and out of her throat, his balls resting on her nose at the end of his deep strokes.

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I heard the moans and it sounded like some chick was getting the shit banged out of her in the grotto. I tried to get through the damn maze faster, but I just couldn't manage. Fuckin' grounds crew had just rebuilt the damn thing and they changed it good this time.

Who ever was banging that chick was fucking her stupid; I could hear the wet slaps every time he pounded that pussy. I finally broke into the clearing and I saw some chick tied to a table, and tied damn good, too. He looked like some loser accountant and she was fucking hot; brown-almost black-hair, creamy white skin, good looking body. I got closer and whipped my dick out; I knew whipping this guy's ass wouldn't be a problem if something wasn't right here. I got closer and read "Use Me" written in red on her belly and I figured what the fuck. The other guy seemed to be in mid-cum and I could see his dick twitch as he filled her cunny full of his load. I stepped around her, her eyes locked on my rod and I walked right up to her. The little bitch's mouth opened and I slid my prick right down her throat, and she started swallowing like a pro.

Her tongue worked my meat like an opera singer delivering her performance. I stroked in and out, my balls hitting her nose each stroke, and I could see her throat stretch around my dick as I impaled her. My hips started rocking, her lips kept locked onto my rod. Every once in a while she did break connection to my cock, the wet popping sound echoing loudly around the grotto. 

She started wobbling her head from side to side and I tried hard to not blow my load. She was trying to get my cum down her throat, and her tongue and throat were trying like hell to taste my spunk. I saw the first guy pull his trousers up and walk back toward the wall, nodding to me as I started pounding this piece of ass harder, my spit-covered balls splatting against her face. No sooner had that guy disappeared than another two came through the maze, each of them looking around, their eyes locking on the brunette. 

She started humming on my dick, the sensations almost making me cum right there. I reached forward and started grabbing her tits, pinching her nipples hard and rolling them between my fingers. She moaned louder and her back arched up off the table as much as her bonds would let her, but she kept sucking like a pro. Finally, between her moans, humming, and her amazing fucking tongue, I lost it. I started shooting blast after blast of jizz down her throat and she greedily drank all of it. Some started leaking out around her lips and I pushed my cock down her throat, making more of my thick milk come out. I pulled out of her mouth when I started going limp and looked at her. 

My cum coated her upper lip like a mustache and was running down her upturned face, down toward her eyes. She opened her mouth and strings of my jizz crossed in her mouth like spider webs. She closed her mouth and ran her tongue around it quickly. She opened her mouth again and it was clean, the last of my juice going down her hatch to her belly. 

*********

Mark and I were checking out the new maze in Greenham, trying to figure out the best places to take our girls to that night and fuck 'em rotten under the stars. We heard what sounded like some guy and some chick having sex and it had to be coming from the grotto. We looked at each other and without a word we raced for the center, each of us taking a different route.

The chick's moans were soon quieted, but the slapping sounds of sex continued. I couldn't help but think there was some other guy in her mouth just then. The wet slapping sounds stopped and Mark and I got back to the same path. We were racing each other through the high walled path and we broke through at the same time. 

On the far side of the grotto, we saw a guy fucking the mouth of some girl that was tied to a table. Mark and I blinked a couple of times and it registered that there was a guy walking over to us; some nerdy looking bastard, looked like an accountant.

"She's all yours, boys. Shag her stupid," he said, with a mock tip of a hat he didn't have. 

Mark and I looked at each other, our eyes wide.

"Cunt," we said at the same time. "Damn," we repeated in stereo and immediately we went to our Rock, Paper, Scissors stance and on three shakes I held up scissors and Mark held up rock.

"Shit," I said, followed very closely by Mark's "Score!" We both ran over to her, jumping obstacles and running along tabletops instead of running around them. We got there at about the same time the fellow banging her mouth pulled out and zipped up. He flipped us both off and took off in a different direction than the first guy. She turned her head toward us, cum dripping down her upturned face and she smiled. Mark and I pulled our shorts down and showed her each of our 8-inch rods and her eyes started glittering and they rolled back in her head.

"Yessss," she hissed. "Don't ask questions, just fuck me," she said. Mark and I were always told to listen to a lady and we wasted no time this time, either.

Mark slid around to her pussy and rubbed his cock up and down her slit before sliding into her in one smooth stroke. She opened her mouth for my raging dick and I slid down her throat until her chin rested in my nest of pubic hair. All three of us moaned, hers making me shiver as my cock vibrated like a guitar string. Mark and I looked at each other, this chick between us with 16 inches of cock buried in her body. We began fucking her, Mark with reckless abandon, me with long slow strokes, enjoying the feeling of her tongue working my dick as its length slid in and out of her throat.

"Holy Fuck is she tight!" Mark said. She started moaning and I saw her smile around my dick. I felt her tense and Mark stopped pushing into her pussy for a second. "Oh fuck, dude, you gotta have this pussy when I'm done with it," Mark said, half-grunting.

"Actually I was thinking about her ass," I said, my stroke quickening in her throat as she moaned with our conversation. 

"Dave, I think she likes that idea," Mark said, pistoning out of her faster. "I think we should get off fast and switch places. How's the blow job?"

"It's fucking amazing! But I think I want that ass, first," I said, my rod sliding out so just the head was in her mouth. She started working my knob over like no other, her mouth sliding around it, her tongue fluttering against it, and her teeth raking the sensitive skin every so teasingly. This girl was a fucking pro. My dick was swimming in a sea of spit in her mouth and every time I pulled my cock out of her throat it was shining with her saliva. I started fucking her mouth in slow strokes, her moans vibrating my dick like nothing else. I was close to shooting my load, and I wanted this little twat to take it all down her throat. 

I looked up at Mark and it looked like he was about ready to blow, too. His face was read and his lips were clenched tight. His hips rocked against her, her mouth sliding deeper on my dick every time he bottomed out. She started sucking harder and faster, batting my dick with her tongue like a humming bird and I started to twitch.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Mark and I said at the same time and pumped her full of our cum. Her whole body shook with each shot. I know I gave her 8 big blasts down her throat and from what Mark's girlfriend said when I was fucking her, he probably soaked her quim with at least that. We both shook and twitched as our orgasms hit us like a freight train. I pulled my dick out of her throat first, my meat still hard and ready to go. Mark pulled his out and we walked around the table, Mark stopping at her freshly fucked face, me stopping between her cum splattered legs.

"Ooh, twins!" she giggled. Mark's dick slid down her throat and she started moaning immediately. Mark pulled out and she laughed again, "I love the taste of my fucked pussy on a good long cock. Fuck me, fuck my throat," she said, her eyes smoldering with lust. Mark wasted no time in snaking his meat down her throat in long, slow, deep strokes.

I looked at her pussy, leaking with cum, her convulsing cunt pushing more out in a slow rhythm. I didn't even need to smear any cum inside her; her ass was already starting to open and there was a river of fuck juice rolling down her crack. I pushed my raging mushroom against her back entrance and slid in, the loads of her previous fucks giving us all the lube we needed. I slid into her hot ass and felt her ring squeeze around my dick hard. I kept pushing and pulling out, soaking my dick with the pond of cum leaking from her cunt and pushing back in a little farther. Her ass kept clenching around my cock and I thought I was going to explode then and there. She kept trying to crush my dick and I kept fucking her, moving faster and deeper inside her until I was pounding away at her ass. I looked down and her pussy was gaping open, a small pond of cum was inside her pink box and our thighs were splattered with jizz and her fuck honey.

"Mind if I join?" came a man's voice and Mark and I looked up from our moaning fuck toy and saw a man dressed in a suit standing next to us, his stiff pole in his hand.

*******

It was a beautiful day outside, so I left the office early to go down to Greenham to enjoy the new maze that had just been reopened. I was half way through the bloody thing, lost and getting frustrated, when I heard the sounds of a woman getting pounded and moaning. The moans were muffled, but they sounded close. I hastened in my attempt through the maze. When I got out, I was drawn to a sight on one of the tables in the grotto.

Two young men, seemingly twin brothers were firmly lodged in a girl tied face up to a picnic table. One was sawing in and out of her pussy, the other had his meat stuck down her throat. I watched for a few minutes, my own arousal becoming apparent to me, and I watched both young men twitch as they reached climax. My own cock was starting to swell and twitch against my hand, and, seeing no one else around, I let my throbbing member loose of its confines and started stroking as I walked over to the scene. 

I watched in awe as both men pulled out of her and switched places. They were saying something, but I couldn't make it out, and to be truthful, I didn't care. The one who just shagged her twat pushed down her throat, and the one in her throat seemed to be working in and out of her nether channel, and it appeared to be a tight fit with the slow strokes he was taking.

I found myself beside them before I even knew it myself. "Mind if I join?" I asked, looking to the boys. They added their encouraged response, and seeing that her mouth and ass were both busy, I climbed on top of her, pushing her two exquisite tits together and began stroking myself in their cleavage, thumbing her nipples, mauling the flesh, and pushing them along my rod at the same time. 

The lady moaned at the sound of my voice and moaned louder at the feel of my meat stroking between her tits. I could feel her heart beat in those luscious mounds and I knew I was close to cumming myself, the eroticism of fucking a complete stranger's tits while two other young men used her at the same time was too enticing. 

The men started shuddering again, and I saw the woman's throat contract around the meat buried in it. The cock in her mouth slid out until just the tip was between her reddening lips and there were three powerful surges of his meat as the rest of his jizz dumped into her mouth. I felt her body twitch and convulse under mine, her orgasm rocking her as she took her perverse joy in being used by strangers. 

The two young men thanked her and took off, chatting about their inconsequential things. The brunette beauty looked up at me, cum masking the lower half of her face and she spat on my dick, using the last man's cum for lube.

"Fuck my titties, fuck 'em hard. Pinch the nipples, make it hurt," she moaned. I started pumping harder between her tits, the cum of the younger man coating my dick and turning me on in a way that I never expected. I kept pumping harder and she kept moaning louder. My fingers worked her tits over, pinching and pulling the nipples hard, twisting and pulling them. I even started slapping them as I pushed in her cleavage, something that she didn't expect, but clearly enjoyed. Her surprised yelps turned to moans and she started shaking again.

I orgasmed. My dick flooded her chest with more cum, running in thick globs over her collarbones and pooling in the cleft between the tendons in her neck. I dismounted to my shaky legs and walked around to her mouth

"Clean it," I commanded softly, though after seeing her mouth and the film of cum covering her lips, chin, and cheeks, I wasn't sure if that was going to be possible. She gave it her all, however, and after a time substantially longer than necessary, my half-engorged cock was clean again and it found itself being replaced in my trousers. The girl looked at me, a disappointed pout on her face, but I shook my head and walked away, seeing her next customers walk in to the center of the maze, no doubt drawn to the sounds of the harlot being used as I was.

******

I was out taking advantage of the warm weather with my flat mate, Angie, and we found ourselves in the newly opened maze in Greenham. We both giggled and headed for different entrances, stopping before we went in.

"Loser owes the winner 2 hours," she said and bolted into the high-walled labyrinth. My tongue licked out along my lips and I started drooling almost instantly. Either she eats my shaved snatch for 2 hours, or I eat her blonde fur burger for 2 hours and get absolutely coated in hot cum; either way I win.

The maze was substantially harder than it was the previous season, and my lust fogged brain and swampy pussy weren't helping my cause. I only hoped that Angie was having the same problems. 




A Walk in the Park



I must have been in there for 15 minutes when I heard Angie shout that she made it and for me to hurry up. My twat twitched in disappointment and my heart leapt at having to eat my girlfriend's tasty pussy for the better part of the afternoon. I found my way through the maze and was caught more than a little off guard by what I saw.

Angie was squatting on a picnic table, her knees spread wide, and some brunette was licking her cunt out. Mad as hell, I ran up to the two, seeing that the brunette's snatch was matted with cum, her hair frosted, her pussy and ass drooling thick cream pies. 

"Vicki, holy shit!" Angie moaned, her eyes shutting and she rolled forward, supporting her self on her arms. Her knees hit the table and she was on all fours over the top of this whore. "Oh fuck, baby, you gotta feel this tongue!" she panted, her chest heaving with the lashing her pink pussy was getting from the cum slathered brunette.

I was shocked. My pussy had been wet, but now my running pants were soaked. I looked down and I could see the dark stain of my cum starting to spread down my thighs and up from the short crotch of the runners. I looked back up and a breeze cut through the, tickling my heated pussy and making me painfully aware of how turned on I was; my whole body shivered from toes to tits and I found myself moving forward, getting a better eyeful of my girlfriend getting her twat eaten out.

As I got closer I saw she had something written on her belly. It had been smeared with cum and somebody being on top of her, but I could still make out the two word phrase of "Use Me" My eyes raked up her chest to her nice tits with her pink nipples standing proudly, begging to be sucked. Further up her cum coated chin and throat was her tongue, long and as pink as her pussy, the tip flicking so fast against Angie's clit it was a blur.

"Fuck her, Vicki!" Angie said in half-scream. "I want to see....your pussies....grind!" she panted out heavily. I was on autopilot. I didn't even realize I'd taken my running pants off until I felt the cool breeze lick at my inner thigh. My eyes were glued to the sight between four of the most perfect tits I'd ever seen, heaving and rocking. That tongue, that evil, cheating tongue was slithering in and out of Angie's cunt, and I knew from hours of doing the same thing what was about to happen.

I snapped out of it just enough to realize I was straddling her thigh. I felt my liquid volcano sliding along her glazed thigh, my clit finding her cum-matted patch of pubic hair before sliding down to rub against her clit. My eyes were still locked and Angie's hand touched my cheek.

"Watch it, bitch. Watch your blonde cunt cum all over her face. Oooh fuck, watch me! Watch me!" Angie screamed as her orgasm started to tear through her. I could almost hear her pussy squirt as this slut's tongue dove deep into her. I felt my pussy start to flutter as well, lathering the whore's massive cream pie up with my own gush of fuck juice as our pussies mashed and ground against each other. Angie's hand guided my mouth to hers and we screamed into each other as our tongues danced and we came hard over and over again. I lost feeling in my body except my brain and my red-hot cunt. My pussy craved more and my brain was being electrified by the heavy fog setting into it.

I have no idea how long I was out. I woke up to the familiar smell of cum covered pussy and my heavy eyes opened to see a very familiar cunt, covered in glazed cum as well as thick, glistening twat honey from deep inside her molten pink center. My eyes traveled up the body of my now very naked flat-mate to see her tongue diving into the brunette's snatch. I'd never seen her eat another girl's pussy before, and it was making me extremely jealous, but seeing Angie completely naked in public more than made up for that. My hand flew down to my own crotch, finding myself also completely without clothes, but not caring as my fingers nearly drowned in the shared cream pie from this bitch.

My tongue exploded up into Angie's pussy and I tasted the salty taste of man-spunk in her velvet vice as well as the sweet honey that I craved. I was quickly rewarded with her taste and her smell, Angie squeaking above me.

"Oh Vick, oh shit, girl, right there," she moaned between mouthfuls of pussy. I hate faster and harder, hitting as many of her buttons at once as I could, trying to get her to cunt to squirt again. 

Angie's whole body started shaking and she started screaming into the box her lips were locked around. Cum started splattering down from the bench onto my forehead as the brunette started struggling against her bonds, her body twitching. Angie started cumming hard into my mouth, and her juices quickly filled my mouth to over flowing. My own cum burst from my pussy as well, coating my finger tips as they pulled and circled my clit. For a split second there was only the sound of screaming into pussy filling the air, and a frantic, breathless scream from our captive. The sound of our cum splattering against the ground around the picnic table was music to my ears as I kept sucking Angie's pussy, trying to get her to pass out.

I failed, but all of us kept twitching, my face bathed in God only knows how many different guys' spunk, as well as a shower of Angie's pussy and the brunette's fuck honey as well. My thighs were soaked and the ground all around the picnic table was just sloppy with cum.

Angie helped me to my feet and we stood up. The brunette looked like she was fucked out, her pussy red and swollen, her lips pretty much in the same condition. She was covered in spunk and sweat, looking more like a glazed pretzel than a human being. Angie and I didn't say anything as we walked away on shaking legs. The sun was so warm on the way back through the park we didn't even realize we left our clothes at the grotto until we were almost out of the maze.

******

She woke up, her pussy sore, stretched, and cleaned out by the blonde's tongue. Her throat hurt, her stomach was full of cum; she could feel it sloshing in her as she moved. She was a mess.

With a slow, painful movement of her wrists, she pulled a knife off a table leg, the duct tape holding it there threatening to not release its grasp. Within a moment, her hands and feet were free. The brunette's cunt was screaming at her as she tried to sit up, her ass buzzing from the fucking it got, and her insides felt like they were liquid. 

"Stayed too long," she said, looking at the retreating rays of the sun as it sank over the top of the maze. She staggered from the table, her legs wobbling below her, until she reached the tree with the camera attached to it. She saw that she had 6 hours of filming on it, and she had no idea how much of it she was conscious for; she'd passed out at least once.

Her sticky body was like lead, trying to hold her back, and her abused body reeling in the pleasure radiating from her pussy, but drowning in the pain from her muscles, throat, and ass. The way through the maze was still firmly in mind and she made it through in record time; an easy feat considering she was the one who over saw the redesign.

When she broke back into the real world, she saw her black sedan waiting. "Just where you're supposed to be," she said happily. The door opened from the inside and she got in, trying to avoid getting caught.

"Good evening, Mistress. Did everything go as planned?" she heard as she sat down and shut the door behind her. She looked over and saw her slave, dressed in a black suit and tie as she had ordered. His 10-inch prick, the largest of all she'd seen today, was standing at full attention, turning purple from the cock ring she had placed there this morning.

"Perfectly. You followed your orders, slave, and you shall be rewarded," she said, almost purring. Her pussy twitched and her mouth watered as she bent down. "Drive me home, slave," she said, licking up and down his iron shaft slowly. "Because you've been extra good, you can give me a tongue bath when we get home," she added, removing the cock ring.

"Thank you, Mistress," the slave said as he put the car in gear and pulled ahead. His mistress laughed as her pussy moistened again and her mouth was filled to the brim with her husband's spunk; so much of it that it ran down her hand over her wedding ring.



A Walk in the Park



I really was not doing much. Being unemployed I had way to much time on my hands. Sure, I used some of that time to get dressed up and walk around the area. But there was something missing.

Looking in the mirror as I was putting on the finishing touches to tonight's outfit, I admired my long thin legs encased in the black stockings. Zipping up my knee high black leather boots, I stood up, smiled and headed out the door.

I have been cross-dressing for at least 15 years, of which 10 where with my wife. She accepted my dressing and at times would even go out on the town with me all dolled up. We moved out of the city to a small town and the area was very conservative, so there was really no place to go while I was dressed. So I just enjoyed my walks around in the twilight.

Tonight as I passed one of the local gas stations a young black male yelled out HI, I waved back and kept on walking. He was about 5'8 with an average build. As I walked down the street towards the park he pulled his car up alongside me and asked if he could join me in my walk. I smiled and nodded yes. I am very passable when I'm dressed, but have never been able to pass because my voice is so deep.

He parked his car and we walked along the street towards the area of the park that followed the trail along the river. As we walked we joked and he never said a thing about me, how I looked, sounded or anything. We just talked and laughed as we walked. 

After about 20 minutes of walking the river trail there was a bench up ahead and he asked if I wanted to stop and rest. I smiled and said that would be great, he held my hand and lead me to the bench. We sat down he did not let go of my hand. As he was holding it, he looked at me and asked how long I had be cross-dressing, adding that I looked wonderful. 

I answered about 15 years and he just smiled and continued to hold my hand. Nothing was said and he slowly started to bring my hand across his thigh until it rested on the zipper of his pants. Not only could I feel his cock start to grow, I could feel mine responding in the same manner. He just left my hand there and placed his on my stocking covered thighs and began to rub up my thigh.

I could feel my cock growing in my lace panties and his was struggling to find space become fully erect. My hand started slowly moving along the outline of his hard cock and I knew I would soon be on my knees releasing it.

With his hand working its way under my skirt, he looked me in the eyes and stated "I'm going to fuck you after you suck my cock" I looked in his eyes and responded "I know" With that I slipped off the bench and kneeled between his legs. My hands worked the button and the zipper open on his pants and I got my first look at his hard cock. It was about 8 inches and thick. I pulled his underwear down and kissed the tip of his cock.

I could taste the salty precum leaking from him.

All I wanted to do was feel him cum in my mouth and I opened my mouth and took all of his cock in my mouth sucking him down to his balls. I don't think he was ready for that and let a "Oh hell yes gyrl suck my black cock" and that is what I did, There in the park on a bench I was on my knees with a black cock in my mouth. I bite the tip, licked the length and swirled my tongue around the head, all the time getting all of his cock in my mouth feeling him expand the back of my mouth and throat. 

After about 5 minutes I felt his cock tighten up and his hands held on to the bench and I felt and heard him as he unloaded his sperm into my mouth. I continued to suck and lick him clean for a short time. He relaxed and I felt his cock start to soften. I was about to pull my mouth off him when he held my head in place and said, NO not until you get me hard again. So I wrapped my lips around him and worked on his black cock some more.

It did not take long for my lips to get him rock hard again, and now he stood me up and turned me so I could bend over and put my hands on the bench. I felt him pull my panties down and the tip of his cock finds my ass. He grabbed on to my hips as I felt the head of his cock break into my ass. Slowly he just kept pushing into me and I felt him move deeper and deeper expanding every part of me. After a few minutes I felt his balls resting on my ass. He just let me adjust to having all of his hard cock deep inside me. 

Then he started to build up his pace with pulling his hard cock out and pushing back deep inside me. As he did this he increased his pace and soon he was pounding that hard black cock into me and I was playing with my own hard cock. I felt my eyes blur as he slammed that cock into me and I raised my head in an arch as I shot my load all over the park bench, soon I felt him tense up and in a last hard slam deep inside me I felt him explode.

We both stood there trying to catch our breath, as he pulled out of me I could feel his cum dripping down my leg. Adjusting my panties and skirt we held hands and walked back to his car.



A Walk in the Park



It was our last night in the house before our move. Beautiful spring night so we decide to go for one last walk. We both knew without saying a word to one another, where we were headed.

Taking my hand we start walking towards the park.

I don't know about Caroline, but I was sexually charged, as soon as we left the house.

We have small talk, mostly about nothing, stopping every few steps to kiss passionately.

Stopping for another kiss, I slide my hand under Caroline's short skirt and feel her bare ass and then tugging gently on a tiny patch of material belonging to her thong.

Caroline looks up at me with a smile, letting me know her pussy tingled from the slight tug.

My cock twitches as I feel Caroline's hand grab and grope my cock through my jeans.

Finally we make it to the park, the place of one of our hottest nights of hot sex.

Heading for the climber, I let my pants fall, exposing my hot cock to the cool night air.

My freshly shaved cock and balls are tingling in the cool air as you approach me with a devilish grin on your face.

Slowly and gently you start stroking my cock, while your mouth sucks my balls in. Licking and tugging my freshly shaved balls. Your tongue starts sliding up my hard shaft, licking in circles around the head. A moan escapes my mouth as you slide your mouth all the way down my cock, letting my cock hit the back of your throat. I grab a handful of your hair and start fucking your mouth, moving my hips back and forth, letting your mouth milk my cock.

Just as im about to beg you to stop, I hear a moan, we both stop what were doing and look over to see your typical looking soccer type mom, with her pants off and her fully exposed pussy getting worked by one of her hands. "Oh god , please don't stop, I've gotten off from you two before watching from my house, but this time I needed to get closer.

We were so horny at this point we didn't care, I ram my cock back into your waiting mouth. The whole thing is so intense knowing someone was watching, getting off from your amazing blowjob.

I reach down to pull you away before I cum.

Before you can pull away our "friend" requests something else..."Can you let him cum in your mouth, watching something like that makes my pussy ache"

Because of the amount you make me cum, you have always been nervous about me doing that.

You look up at me giving me a wink and nod and reply "yes".

You start to go crazy on my cock, swallowing it deep into your mouth, doing all the little tricks you know that gets me to the point of cumming.

Hearing the stranger chanting in the back "That's it suck his cock, mmm make him cum"

That was all it took, and with a deep groan I started cumming. I started in your throat, then you pull me to your tongue so you can taste me. I quickly fill your mouth and you greedily swallowed it all except for a small but thick trickle out of the side of your mouth. 

I sat there stunned, not only by what just happened, but because after she came over and licked my cum from your face. 

Just staring at each other, not breaking your gaze she says to me "I hope you don't think you are done yet. She still needs to cum and that wet cunt of her's needs a good fuck too I bet."

Getting between your legs I start to slowly lick and suck your clit. "That's it. Spread her legs some more so I can see. Hmmm, so wet and tasty looking. Now slide a finger into that cunt and fuck her good."

You almost cum right away as I slowly and knowingly work my finger into your cunt. I don't dare to pull my mouth away from your clit, but I can hear our friend playing with her cunt and from the sound it is as wet as your is. My cock is still hard and I can't wait to give her a good fuck show. 

Curling my finger I start rubbing your G-spot and sucking your clit. Then to put you over the edge I reach up and start to roll one of your nipples between my fingers and I slide one of my pussy soaked fingers into your tight asshole. I feel you start to spasm and shake as your juices cover my face. 

Before you stop shaking I quickly slide my cock into your cunt. The platform you are on is a perfect height and as I go to enter you, she asks if I can fuck you from behind. Quickly I flip you over and slide into your soaked cunt. 

"OH FUCK ME, that is so hot. I love how your pussy lips are sucking onto his cock. Fuck I'm going to cum soon. Fuck her hard so we all can."

With that order I grab onto your hips and start slamming into you. From the sound of both of you I can tell that both of you are close to cumming. She is the first to cum. We both watch as three fingers slam in and out of her cunt. We watch in amazement as she starts to cum and starts to squirt into her hand and all over her legs. That was enough to set you off and your cunt starts squeezing my cock as you cum. 

"Fuck me I'm going to cum again!" I moan.

"Please please cum on her ass, I want to watch."

As she says that I pull out and start pumping my cum onto your ass. We are all motionless for a minute until she reaches over with her cum soaked finger and scoop up or cum. Leaning down she kisses you on the cheek. 

"Thank-you for the show, I hope you enjoy our taste." she says as she presents you with our juices and you suck her finger clean. Nothing more is said as she gathers her cloths and leaves.



A Walk in the Park



My first experience of exhibitionism happened only a few years ago. I was taking a shortcut through the park on my way home from work. It's quite a quiet park even in good weather, which it was today, nice and sunny and quite warm. Because it was so warm I was wearing a blouse, mini skirt and flat sandals.

I'm not very tall about 5"5" but I have lovely, thick auburn hair and brown eyes. I have quite a milky skin tone, and 34 C breasts.

I was walking around the wooded part of the park when I began to hear moans coming from a group of bushes further inside. I glanced around but couldn't see anyone and for some reason I really wanted to know why this person was moaning, so I crept as quietly as I could over to the clump of bushes.

There was a really gorgeous woman lying on the ground in a sort of clearing in the park. Her long blonde hair was spread out across the grass and her eyes were closed in bliss. She was naked and a gorgeous young guy who was also naked was giving her oral sex. I froze for a second but neither of them seemed to notice me and the foliage gave me quite good cover. I stared at them for a few seconds, her small but perfect breasts, her strong looking thighs, his muscular body and bottom. Her moans started to intensify and some quicker, and watching him give her so much pleasure started to really turn me on. I could feel myself starting to get wet and my clit started throbbing and burning, yearning to be touched.

I looked around again but there was no one near by. I unbuttoned my top few buttons to give me easier access and slipped a hand into my bra. My nipple was really hard and aching for me to touch it, I started to roll it in my fingers as my right hand slipped under the waistband of my skirt and into my knickers.

My underwear was already damp even though I'd only been standing here for around a minute. My fingers slipped easily inside my lips as I was so wet. I watched the woman moaning louder and started to rub my clit, desperate for some resemblance to the feeling she was getting. The woman had started grunting and bucking her hips, getting close to cuming. I slipped a couple of fingers deep into my pussy and rubbed my clit hard wanting to cum with her, my hands getting soaked in my juices.

She was getting really close, gasping and moaning, but the moans were getting louder, almost like screams. My breathing was getting faster and faster, I was getting close too, I was going to cum soon, I rubbed harder and faster, felt small moans escape from my lips even though I was trying to be silent but I didn't care because I was so close.

I heard a twig snap off to my left and the fright of not knowing someone was watching made me stop. I turned to see a young man coming towards me from the path, watching me intently. I tried to pull my hand out from my knickers but my watch strap got caught in the waistband and it took a couple of seconds. He stopped and just stared at me.

"I...I was just --" I stammered, not sure what to say him, sure that he was going to call the police or something. A red flush had come over me as I had never had anyone watch me masturbate before.

"I know what you were "just"," he said quietly, walking slowly towards me. He was tall, over six feet, with light brown hair and blue eyes. He looked quite muscular, like a rugby player. He stopped a few feet in front of me and glanced over the top of the bushes. 

The couple didn't even seem to notice I had been there, or that someone had caught me masturbating while watching them. The woman had already cum, and was now on her knees with the guy's hard cock in her mouth.

"So that's what you were watching," the guy who had discovered me said quietly. He looked at me from head to toe, taking a long time, lingering at my breasts, then working his way back up to the top. When he looked into my eyes I could see desire in his. He reached out and gently but firmly took my arm and lifted my hand to his mouth. Slowly, he licked my hand and fingers clean of my juices. His tongue danced lightly over my fingertips and I felt myself getting turned on again.

"Why were you watching them?" he asked quietly once he had licked every bit of me from my fingers.

I shrugged. "I heard a noise, went to see what it was." I looked away from him back to the girl who was still sucking on the guys cock. He was groaning and had a look of pleasure on his face. I cleared my throat. "Seeing them together really turned me on and I had to play with myself."

The guy who had discovered me was watching me carefully. He moved towards me, pressed me up against a tree. "Can I play too?" he asked. I felt myself nodding, my clit throbbing at the thought of him touching me.

He slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders. He unclipped my bra and threw it away. His hands went to my breasts, fondling them, squeezing my nipples, stimulating me. I looked past him and could see the path.

"We shouldn't," I mumbled breathlessly, "someone might see."

He grinned wickedly at me. "Doesn't that turn you on?" He reached under my skirt and slipped his hand into my underwear, gently stroking my swollen lips. "I know that turns you on." He glanced over to the couple I had been watching. "Keep watching them."

I turned my head to the couple. The man was still hard; the woman was kneeling on all fours in the grass as he carefully positioned himself behind her. I felt my guy's finger's circling my clit, building the anticipation, before gently flicking a finger over the top of it. I felt my stomach muscles contract and I gasped. The feeling he had just given me was intense and he had barely started touching me. The man was in position behind the woman, I could hear her begging him to get inside of her, and in one quick movement he was. At the same time, my guy slipped a finger inside of me and I felt my muscles contract hard. The man was pounding away inside the woman, and my guy mimicked him, using three fingers now, his thumb rubbing my clit and his pinkie stroking my perineum. I could see the woman I was watching, her face showing the ecstasy the man was making her feel. She was moaning and her eyelids flickered, she let out a scream and I saw her whole body quiver as she came.

My breathing was getting ragged and although I have always been quiet with my boyfriends or by myself when I orgasm I could hear loud moaning escaping from my lips. I started bucking my hips, enjoying the feeling the extra friction was giving. God, I was getting close, my moans were getting louder and the look on the couple's faces told me they were going to cum soon as well.

"Look at me," my guy said, but I couldn't turn my face away from the couple. "Look at me," he insisted again, and I felt his hands slow ever so slightly. He'd built me up so much that I couldn't bear to loose the climax so I turned my head and looked into his eyes. His hand seemed to work even harder and there was something so erotic about looking into his eyes that I came almost instantaneously. I heard a loud scream that I assumed came from the couple but after a couple of seconds I realised must have come from me. My orgasm lasted longer than it normally did, waves of pleasure running through my whole body and I rested against him until I recovered. I glanced over at the couple I had been watching and saw them scrambling away in the other direction. They must have heard me screaming and decided to run away.

My breathing returned to normal and I could feel something firm pressing against me. I looked down and could see his hard cock bulging against his jeans.

"That was amazing," I said quietly, looking up at him. He leaned down and kissed me, softly at first then more passionately.

He broke away. "You look so sexy when you cum. It really turned me on."

"I can see that," I said quietly. I grinned and had a good feel of him through his jeans, hearing him groan at my touch. "And I can feel that."

I pulled his T-shirt up and he took it off, revealing his toned and muscular body. I ran my hands over his arms, shoulders and chest, down onto his washboard stomach. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, kneeling down in front of him as I did. As slowly as I could I pulled his boxer shorts down, removing his hard cock from its constraints. Seeing it up close turned me on and I wanted it in my mouth really badly. I gently stroked his shaft, then bent my head and gently licked a spot of precum from his tip.

"Christ," he whispered, "don't do that I'm not fucking superman!"

I grinned up at him. "You could've fooled me." I took the base of his shaft firmly in both my hands, and then took the head of his penis into my mouth. I started running it up and down into my mouth, using my hands on his shaft for extra sensation. He started moaning and I intensified my stroke, enjoying the feeling of him filling my mouth. Without warning he pulled away from me, reached down and lifted into a standing position then backed me against a tree. He reached up under my skirt and grabbed my underwear. He pulled hard and I heard a ripping noise as my knickers came free. I unzipped my skirt and felt it fall to the ground so that we were naked together. He slid his hands down my bum onto the back of my thighs and in one swift moment had lifted me up and in one swift thrust was inside me. I was still so wet from cumming earlier that he slid in easily. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked my hips in a counter motion to his thrusts. It felt amazing to have him inside of me, I felt the familiar sensation of another orgasm starting to build, this one even more intense than the first. I've never felt the sensation this strong before, the muscles in my body tightening around him and I began to shake lightly until I climaxed harder than I ever have before, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. He came almost simultaneously, his thrusting slowly decreasing.

He gently lowered me to the ground and my legs were so weak I fell against him. He held me quietly, stroking my hair until I could stand on my own again.

I pulled away from him slightly. "I've never cum like that before," I said. 

He grinned and shook his head. "Thanks. Me neither."

I reached up and gently fingered the scratch marks I'd left on his shoulder. They looked sore. "Sorry," I said quietly, "but you just got me so excited it felt like I was going to explode or something. Does it hurt?"

He nodded then grinned wickedly at me. "Don't worry. I'll find a way for you to make it up to me."

I couldn't wait!



A Walk In The Park



It was a warm sunny day, and I was out for a walk through the Park. A soft breeze blew through the trees, and it felt so good on my body. As I rounded the base of a hill, to my surprise, I ran across Patrick, out for a walk as well.

He was wearing a pair of Dockers and a tee shirt, he looked so good, and I found him incredibly sexy. We embraced, and I enjoyed the feel of our bodies against each other; it was incredibly exciting. His skin was warm to the touch from the sun, and we felt so right in each other's arms. We walked along, making small talk, but it was obvious we were very turned on by each other and it was getting difficult to control ourselves.

As we walked across the crest of the hill, we noticed that we were completely alone, taking advantage of the situation and rushed into each others arms. I felt his hard penis pressing against me through our clothes, and his hot breath on my cheek was so sensual. He pressed me against a tree; a nice one with smooth, almost rubbery bark; rubbing his body against mine, his hands reached under my blouse to caress my nipples with his fingertips. He bit me gently on the neck, and it made me give a little shout of pleasure.

Suddenly, I could feel my pussy swelling with pleasure and anticipation. I could sense every muscle in my body tighten from his touch. I felt his cock pressed hard against my stomach. Then I reached down to his pants and unfastened the zipper, to caress his hardness. I pulled it free. I got down on my knees in front of him. 

Teasingly, I pressed my lips up and down his hard cock playfully licking the tip of it, kissing and running my tongue from the shaft to the rim of his penis. I heard him moan and tighten his thigh muscles sending a surge of sweet tasting pre-cum in my mouth. And when he least expected it, shoving him all the way into my throat. He groaned in surprise and pleasure.

Then it was his turn, he stood me against the tree. Taking my face into his hands, we kissed deeply. His tongue played with mine, then with my lips, and trailed down my cheek to my neck. He did not stop there...his hands lifted my blouse, and before I knew it, my nipples were in his mouth. He was sucking hard on my sweet nipples, first one then, the other. His hands grabbed my buttock to pull me closer to him, as he tried to suck my breast into his mouth.

He pulled as much of the soft flesh into his mouth, and then let it slide out so he could suck harder on the nipple again. My hard nipples popped in and out of his mouth. Now his hand reached down to my knee, while still sucking on my breast. He rubbed my inner thigh, then gently caressing my pinkness, playfully brushing against me before he retreated down to my knee again. 

This time, as his hand moved up, his finger reached inside my panties to gently caress my clit. He rubbed my bud between his thumb and two fingers. He kept stroking my throbbing slit in slow movements. Then his two fingers slid gently inside my pinkness. My hips started grinding against his fingers in and out of my tight pearl. When I was about to cum, he thrust his thumb deep inside my wetness, making me quiver.

Quickly his hands unfastened my skirt, and dropped it to the ground. Suddenly, I realized my skirt and panties were around my ankles as his hardness was rubbing between my legs. He knelt down in front of me, spreading my legs and stuck his tongue into my soaking wet pussy, my knees buckled. I had to have him.

"Take me," I plead, desperate to feel his hardness deep inside my pearl.

Patrick ran his hands to my hips and lifted me up so my legs wrapped around his waist. As our tongues danced together, he began to pump in and out of my wet pussy. My legs clasped so hard against his body I could not let go if I wanted to for I was in the heat of passion and it felt so good.

He fucked me with force, showing me absolutely no mercy.

"Oh Patrick, Yessss, do me hard." I screamed.

My pussy tightened over his cock, I felt him expand inside me. He kissed my mouth as we came together before collapsing in a heap totally exhausted in each others arms.

We exchanged emails and phone numbers that day, and promised to meet up again soon for another adventurous stroll in the park.

End



A Walk in the Park



She's wearing her new dress tonight. A short skirt. She's not used to the feel of a short skirt, so she has worn tights beneath them. Thin tights. It's Spring. Too warm for thick ones.

They have had dinner, and are strolling in the approaching dusk in the park, talking about idle things, yet important things. Holding hands. There is certainly an electricity in the air. She can barely keep her mind in the conversation. She wants him to grab her and take her, right there. Damn the consequences. A ticket for lewd behavior or what-have-you, it would be worth it, she thinks to herself.

They've reached a partially secluded part of the park. There is a large tree nearby, and she realizes he's subtly guiding her toward it. She has barely registered that when she finds herself pinned against it, the bark rough against her bare arms, his hands circling her wrists, above her head. He kisses her, passionately, fiercely. He pushes her hard against the tree, knowing she likes the feel of being crushed between him and a wall. But the tree has added new sensations. The bark is rough, and there is a slight breeze running across her heated skin. She can hear the traffic on the road, not far from where they are. His lips move from hers and bite at the sensitive skin of her throat. He has learned so much about what she likes...she moans gently. He stops, and puts his lips to her ear, murmuring her name in her ear, private words just for her ears. The endearments meant for her ears, the ones that make her melt, even with her hands still pinned over her head. In her mind, she can see the intense look in his eyes, the lust darkening them, the grin of knowing he is making her stomach tighten, and making her moist with anticipation. He lets go of her wrists, and she wraps them around him, pulling him close. One of his hands immediately clasps around her neck, pushing her head hard against the tree, cutting off her breathing just enough that she gasps. She becomes aware that he is watching her. He knows this is what she likes. She is so focused on the incredible sensations of his toying with the control of letting her breathe, then tightening again, that she barely registers his other hand, until suddenly, it is between her legs, rubbing the tights and underwear.

"Now, you see, I can't get to what I want. I don't LIKE when I can't get what I want," he murmurs, pushing his body hard against the tree with the words, the back of his hand against her moist folds. There is a pause, and she feels a new sensation. It isn't his hand. He murmurs her name, in a gentle, warning tone. "You need to hold very still."

With a sudden thrill and slight horror, she realizes that the new sensation is the feel of his pocket knife, opened, poised at the very entrance to her insides. She holds very still as the sharp blade breaks through the fabric of her tights and the underwear beneath. She gasps in horror - or lust? - as she feels the cold metal of the blade as he cuts a hole in the fabric layers. Then, the cool metal disappears as quickly as it appeared. He kisses her lips then, and after a moment, she feels his hand back at the hole he has just created.

"Much better..." he murmurs as his hand finds just the right spot, and she is struggling to moan, but every time she tries, he cuts her off with the hand that is at her throat. He is toying with her, pushing her to the edge. He toys with her, and puts just some of one finger inside her, but then taking it away. "You want it, don't you? You want me like this, don't you?"

She tried to answer, but could barely whisper a yes. His hand was still around her throat. Then he released her throat, and he slaps her face.

"Answer me," he says firmly, in a harsh voice. "Do you want me?"

"Yes, I want you," she says breathlessly. And he firmly pushes his fingers in and out of her, curling them just slightly. She moans as he pleasures her. She clutches him hard, pulling him closer to her. He kisses her as his fingers find her magic places, and she rides the waves until they crash upon the shore, and she cries out, her insides spasming against his fingers.

She knew that while her release pleased him, she could also sense his need for his own. She glanced around. Seeing no one, she gently pushed him and nodded toward the ground. Without saying a word, he knew what she wanted. He grabbed the hair on the back of her head and pushed her down, bringing her to her knees before him. She loved this position, and he knew it. Her mouth watered at the thought of taking him into her mouth and sucking until he couldn't take it, then swallowing his need for release. But they were too exposed, too public. However, there was something the could certainly attempt. She grabbed his hands and urged him onto the ground, onto his back. She straddled his thighs and made quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans, and freed him. A brief second of stroking, her mouth watering again at the thought of licking there, and sucking. Later, assured herself. Another time.

She arranged her skirt and moved herself forward, easing him into her. He took a sharp intake of breath as their bodies met. It wasn't the best connection they had had, but it was there, and she leaned forward, staring at him as she began to move her hips, squeezing her pelvic muscles around him. He returned her stare, the intensity of his gaze melting her insides even more. He reached and grabbed a fistful of her hair on either side of her head and pulled her face to his and kissed hard, meeting her hips with his own. The world around them disappeared as they moved together. A passerby stopped for a moment, but quickly moved on. Her skirt hid any sign of the actual act.

The feeling built in them both. He had learned so much during their early experiences that he could read her face, her body, the subtle signs that she was about to finish. He used this knowledge to time his release to sync with hers, clutching her to him and murmuring their special name in her ear, as she trembled in his arms.

"That was fun!" he said jovially, and grinned at her.



A Walk in the Park



The afternoon sun was streaming through the leaves which were just starting to turn into their beautiful Autumn colour. It was warm and Tracy was wearing her usual walking gear. Loose tee shirt wind-cheater wrapped around her waist and a pair of skin tight lycra knee length shorts. 

He had been watching her for the past week as she took her daily walk through the park. He was hidden in the thickets away from view. He loved those pants, the way they showed off her thighs, the way they hugged her pussy showing almost every detail of her mound. He was hard just thinking about the prize! 

As usual Tracy's mind was running though her usual things. Plans for the rest of the week, groceries etc. She was listening to Rhianna's S & M on her i-pod when she felt a wet gush into her undies. 

It was only a couple of hours since she and Mark had made love when he came home unexpectedly from work. It was a pleasant surprise and Tracy started to replay the scene in her mind. 

This only added to the squelchy feeling in her loins. She loved that feeling because it reminded her of her carnal activities, and a smile spread across her face.

Suddenly and without warning Tracy felt a presence behind her. 

A strong hand covered her mouth muffling her scream. Another hand grabbed her arm and wrapped tightly around her waist, she felt her feet leave the ground as she was lifted up like a rag doll. 

She was being walked backwards into the bushes. Her legs thrashed around but they just kicked the air uselessly. She wriggled in a vain attempt to escape but she knew it was no use. She tried to scream but the large hand was firm over her mouth. 

After about 50 metres they came to a clearing in a slight valley. 

Tracy could see stakes in the ground and it dawned on her that they were meant for her. She renewed her efforts to escape but it was pointless. 

Tracy was thrown down on the ground face down. A knee in her back holding her down. 

She heard the sound of tape being torn off a roll then her head was pulled up and the hand released from her mouth. 

A second later the hand was replaced with tape. She screamed but no matter how loud she was, anything that came out or her mouth was muffled. 

Her body was rolled over, a soft rope tied around her wrists then first one ankle then the other. Somehow he managed to then thread the sides of the rope through the stakes and without too much effort she was lying there unable to move. 

Her arms stretched up to a point above her head and legs spread. She couldn't move no matter how much she struggled. 

She was at this man's mercy!

Tracy looked at this guy for the first time, he was a beast of a man, massive biceps like tree trunks, no wonder she was unable to escape his clutches he was so powerful. 

He knelt down beside her head and whispered ominously into her ear with a deep voice "This can be easy or hard for you, it's your choice" 

Tracy nodded fearing that he intended to hurt her. 

He then lifted Tracy's t-shirt revealing her breasts. Naturally her nipples were erect, not from desire but rather from fear. 

He grinned and said "ahhh I see you're excited to be here!" 

He then proceeded to slap her boobs 4 or 5 times, the blood rushed to her soft flesh, her skin reddening and stinging with the slaps. 

He then grabbed both nipples between his thick fingers squeezed hard then pulled up, distorting the shape of Tracy's breasts. He kept pulling until her nipples snapped free from his grip. 

Tracy felt pain then a strange tingle developed, her breasts glowing in the heat of this mistreatment. 

The beast then moved down to her crotch, he rubbed a hand down her flank, his large hand moving freely over the smooth fabric. 

Then over the leg to her inner thigh then back up to the U her legs made at the top of her crotch. 

He rubbed her mound and jabbed a finger along with the fabric into her crotch trying to find her hole. He roughly rubbed around for a second or two, then he gave up and went to his backpack and produced a knife. 

Tracy recoiled and let out a muffled "nooooo" 

He paid her no attention. 

However, she was surprised at how gently he used the knife. He cut a v from Tracy's pants. The result being that her knickers were now showing and the legs of the shorts looked like thigh high stockings. 

A second later her undies were gone too and her smooth freshly shaved mound was exposed and vulnerable. She felt the air on her pussy and realised that her body would soon be used for his pleasure. 

The man bent down and roughly inserted two fat fingers into her. He fingered her for a few seconds then withdrew. He bent down and nuzzled his face into her mound. 

He took a deep breath through his nose taking in her scent. 

He jerked his body up and smiled at her as he realised the unmistakable smell of male bodily fluids. Saying "Looks like you have been a naughty girl! I bagged a real slut this time!" 

He knelt between Tracy's legs pulled his shorts down and exposed his already hard cock. 

Tracy couldn't help herself and took a look. 

He pulled down his foreskin exposing his bulbous head. His cock looked massive at least 9 inches maybe bigger not only that it was thick. 

His glans looked about the size of a tomato and was a deep purple colour engorged with blood. 

His cock twitched in time with the pulse of blood which fed his tool. Tracy could see a drop of white precum at the tip. She was sure this monster prick would stretch her to her limits. 

The man was eager to take this woman, he spat into his hand and lubricated the end of his prick. Then without any ceremony he aimed at the centre of her soft flesh and lunged forward. 

Her pussy was resistant as the folds of her labia hesitated in parting, but he was strong and persistent and after a second or two her body gave way and he slid inside her. 

She was lucky that she was already wet from this morning's fun because he just started pounding away like an animal. 

No care for her, no foreplay, she was just a fuck hole as far as he was concerned. 

All she was hoping for is that he would blow his bolt quickly and then let her go. 

As soon as he entered this fuck whore he knew that she was a complete slut. He normally has problems with women accepting his large organ but this woman was different. 

There are only a few women who are able to take his entire length and to do this in his first thrust was truly fantastic. 

The thought that she was already full of semen also fueled his desire. 

He was enjoying the fuck but realised that she was not really in the right position for a good pounding. So he withdrew. 

He untied her ankles, pulled her legs up by the rope and tied it to the stake above her head. 

Her back was arched pussy facing up, he was pleased to see that her cunt was still gaping open, obviously begging for his cock. 

He remounted the slut again and restarted his pounding. He was rutting into her like a man possessed. He had her ankles in his hands pushing her legs back to open her body even more to his manhood. 

He could feel her tight silky walls massage his sensitive head as it thrust in and out of her tunnel. She was wet and he thought he could feel her pushing back to meet his thrusts. He was starting to build up a sweat as he relentlessly fucked this woman.  

Tracy, couldn't believe it when she realised that her body was responding to this monster. 

She denied it at first, but the feeling of being stretched, and being used and abused set off something deep in her brain. 

This guy was a machine and unbelievably she was starting to enjoy his fucking. He was rutting into her like an animal and she was loving it. 

He could feel how hard his cock was, it felt like steel, he felt strong, manly and invincible as he used this whore. 

He felt his balls, heavy with sperm, bounce against her arse. 

He looked down and could see her flaps stretched tight around his shaft. His knob pushing inside her, spreading her tunnel as he descended into her core. 

Her cunt yielding to him, wanting him, wet with her juice, he owned her. 

Her body was his. And he knew that her mind was following. 

He was sure she was now humping back into him. He slammed harder, pushed her legs back even more as his climax approached. 

He knew his sperm was getting ready for it's journey, his balls tightened. He grabbed both ankles with one hand and used his free thumb to find her clit. It wasn't too difficult as her bud was erect and had popped out from its protective hood. 

She shuddered and a muffled low moan escaped from the gagged mouth. He could feel her cunt contract around his cock and he knew that he would not last much longer. He didn't want to! 

He ejaculated, the white liquid shooting forth from his head spraying her cervix, his cock was up to the hilt as he ground into her expelling all of his seed into this fuck whore. 

He shot 3 or 4 sprays into her before his climax started to subside. Pumping gently as any remaining nut juice emptied into her. 

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear "now that's how you breed a slut" as he withdrew quickly. He then knelt at her head, grabbed a handful of her hair and wiped his cock clean. 

He then pulled his shorts up, cut the one rope to her hands partially releasing his victim. 

He then went to his backpack, pulled out some track suit pants and as he threw them to her he said. 

"Same time next week babe?"



A Walk In The Park



Walking through a park, I see you for the first time, but you don't see me. You are on a bench, alone, and I can tell you are wearing some kind of short skirt and tight top. The park is fairly quiet; it just isn't the time of day for many to be people there. I am enjoying the day, the setting sun...slowly walking in your direction. As I get closer, to my amazement and instant arousal, you are playing with yourself. Your skirt is not as short as I thought, you just have it pulled up to play with your pussy. As I get closer, I can see your hard nipples poking through the fabric of your tight shirt. My cock springs to life immediately.

You notice me, but suspect it might be too late. Are you caught? You casually stop your efforts to stimulate yourself, but make no harsh moves to cover up...just hoping I will pass by, but you quickly discover that will not happen. Without so much as a word, I sit next to you on the bench. I look at you, and you soon look back at me. While we remain locked in eye contact, my hand goes to your thigh. "Oh my GOD!", you think in your mind. "I need to stop him, but I want it!" 

Your eyes close and your head tilts back some. My fingers slide to your pussy and you offer no resistance. Through your drenched panties, I rub your pussy for you - just like you were previously. The change in your breathing is both noticable, and sudden.

My attention on your pussy intensifies, now rubbing your swollen clit. Your hands attempt to reach for my covered cock, but you are denied and I return them to your lap. My hand now slides the material of your panties to the side for a more direct assault on your cunt. Your state of arousal has spiked both because of my hand, and my confident rebuke of your advance. With no other place to go, your hands rise up to squeeze your own tits.

"Show them to me," I say. "Expose your tits to me and rub your nipples." Without hesitation, your shirt begins to rise and your hands release the clasp on your bra...also pushing it over your breasts. Your fingers then do exactly as I asked, and start to pinch and roll your nipples between them. I reach down, place my mouth over one, then the other...lightly biting each, sucking on them, and then have you return to their public stimulation.

I stand and reposition myself kneeling in front of you. I grab your legs, open them, and pull your ass to the edge of the bench...effectively opening your pussy wide to me. My fun continues by using my mouth to lick you, suck on you and even a gentle nibble of your clit...sending shock waves through you. Your hands leave your exposed breasts, and reach for the top of my head; you pushing me harder against your pussy. You notice a man over my shoulder, in the distance, watching us.

I stand again. Your breathing is heavy and you are panting from the oral assault. You are left to simply watch as I open my pants and free my raging member. It is hard, throbbing, and leaking pre-cum. I pull you up to more of a sitting position and guide your head to my cock's tip. "Now you can suck it," I say. Looking right into my eyes, you open your mouth and accept it eagerly.

Your tongue swirls over my dick, and feels like nothing I have expereinced. You suck it all in deep, then let it go. You play with just the tip, bringing me into a frenzy. My hands grab the back of your head and I move my hips in rythym with you as your face fucks me. "God you are an amazing cock sucker...the best I have EVER had, but I MUST fuck that pussy. You will take my cum in there," I say then pushing you off me and again against the back of the bench.

With one of your ankles in each of my hands, I have you open wide. As I get in position you now see the man over my shoulder has his cock out and is stroking it with intensity. You see that he is beginning to cum at the sight of you so open and exposed. It heightens all of your senses to see him cum. Then your attention instantly gets shifted back to me as you feel my rigid prick plow into your pussy....deep inside of you all in one thrust. The sensation is so intense that you need a moment to deterine if it was pleasure or pain running through you.

I fuck you with a wanton lust you have rarely, if ever, seen. You clearly sense I am on a mission...a mission to fuck you hard and unload my seed into your tight pussy. YOU are being taken here on a bench, spread wide...and liking it.

My moaning, coupled with the feverish pace of my deep thrusts, tell you my eruption is near. As I prepare to fill you with my spunk I thrust hard, bury my cock deep inside you and hold it there; my arms now falling to hold on to the top of the bench's back to brace me. You wrap your legs around me, using your ankles and feet to push me even deeper inside you.

You feel the jets of cum pulsing out of me, splashing against the walls of your pussy. They keep coming....in waves. You wonder if you can hold it all. Your inner thighs are wet and sticky. We are both out of breath. I pull my cock out, it still hard, so I stroke it. I pull you back up to a sitting position, and feed it to for cleaning. You taste the raw passion of our mutual arousal. You clean me up completely. I bend down and kiss you deeply, getting the remainig taste of us both.

I walk away without ever having exchanged a word outside the throws of sexual passion. You watch as I walk until I am no longer in view. As you pack up your things and preapre to leave, you see a business card on your purse. It was not there before. You study it, but the name or company is unfamiliar. You flip it over to see a note. It says, "Thanks. My best fuck ever!"

"When did he have time to write that?", you wonder.



A Walk in the Park



C

I am so sorry we never got to have fun in the park across the street. As you may have guessed by now I love the idea of anything taboo, I like the risk, the intensity the animalistic passion that occurs when you know you're doing something you're not supposed to. 

I often picture us walking home from a bar. Maybe we've both had one too many to drink and you tell our friends you're walking me home to ensure that I get there safely. We both know you're lying and I find it hard not to kiss you right there. You take my wrist and pull me out of the bar and we start to head through the park. The night air is cold and the sky seems even darker than usual. As we walk you rest your hand on the small of my back guiding me deeper into the park, occasionally letting it fall lower on my ass. I trust you without question and walk where you direct me. 

Without warning you push me against a tree and as I try to scream out you clamp your lips over my mouth and start forcefully kissing me. My black boots sink slightly in the dirt and the bark of the tree is pressing into my back as I struggle half to fight you off and half to kiss you deeper. You lean your body against me, the weight of you pinning me but I am no longer trying to get free. You press your hard bulge into me and my body presses up into you, you know I need you. Without shifting your weight you let your left hand trace down my curves until you hiking up my already short skirt and caressing my thighs and higher. You know I love when you just manhandle me taking what you want. You ever so softly rub my panties smiling when you feel how wet they already are. 

You speak for the first time since we left the bar "Tell me you want it you little bitch" I lose my mind when I hear you speak, your voice, your eyes you have no idea what you do to me... I try to response but it only comes out as a needy pathetic ramble "please... oh god.... B... I can feel you... I need.... ugghhh... please just..." You can't help but laugh as you realize that you have reduced me to a crumbling mess in desperate need of your 18 year old cock. You know that you are in control, you know I will do anything you ask...

B

I dip my fingers into your soaking panties, feeling your lips dripping with passion and lust. You moan as my fingers graze your clit, arching your back to try and get further contact. I push my fingers into your pussy, pull them out, and force them into your mouth. "Suck them" is all I say. You take my fingers and suck off your pussy juice like it's nectar from the tree of life. 

My cock is straining against my pants, and you're dying to release me. You start to reach down to let it free, but I grab your hand before you can and pin it against the tree. "You will wait for my command." You moan with lust, your pussy throbbing, wanting to be touched again. Your mouth wants my hard dick, but you wait like the good little bitch you are.

I turn you around and bend you over, pushing your skirt all the way up in the process. Your now bent over against the tree, and I have a perfect view of your amazing ass and the pussy juice that is soaked against your panties. I rip them off and your body tenses as you feel the cold air hit your hot wet cunt. I pull my pants down, and in one quick motion, push my dick to the hilt into your pussy. You cry out in surprise, pushing back against me, but before you can get into a rhythm, I pull out.

"Now suck it clean, you little whore. You don't get to fuck me yet."

C

"Fuck" I scream out before thinking that someone might here then I realize I don't care if anyone hears me, I need you so badly and that was incredibly cruel, giving yourself to me and then taking it away. I want to hit you and force you back in me but I know you are in control and that my whining is futile. 

I obey like a good little slut and moan as I taste myself on your cock. I love tasting myself and swallow as much of you as I can licking and sucking every inch. I look up at you and in the shadows of the moonlight you can see that all I want to do is please you. I lap at your balls too kissing them and gently sucking them as well.

You force my mouth back on to you, fucking my face brutally this time. I am gagging and my eyes begin to tear but you only fuck my face harder, you know I love it, and more than that you love it. My pleasure doesn't matter to you and that's the way it should be, I love serving you. You slow down teasing me with your cock pulling it all the way out of my mouth, slapping my face with it and laughing as I desperately try to put you back in my mouth. 

We hear people coming closer and I look up at you with fear in my eyes you know how afraid I am of getting caught. You push your cock all the way into my mouth making me deep throat and you stare sternly down out me and say "shut up slut" I nod and you suppress a chuckle as you stare down at me, and the picture we make. We lean against the tree hiding in it's shadow as two young guys walk by. They continue on their way without catching us "That made you even wetter didn't it little one?" I moan around your cock unable to answer you, but you know it's true. 

B

"I love that about you, little whore. Getting so turned on by naughty things." I stand you up and kiss your neck as my cock grazes against your stomach. You try to lift yourself up, push my cock down towards your pussy, but I stop you. "you will do NOTHING before I tell you to." You whimper, but obey my command.

My hands explore your body, feeling your breast in each hand, cupping them and squeezing your nipple, before completely tearing off your clothes, leaving them in a heap on the ground. I push you onto them, so that you're laying on the ground. I push your legs to the sides and get down in between. You feel my cock head gently touch your outer lips, and you push up against me, trying to get me inside you. I immediately pull my cock away, and you see the stern look on my face. 

I decide to flip you over, so that your ass is in the air, your face in the dirt. You feel so demeaned, and you love it. I grab your hair and pull it back, so your back is arched as I push my dick all the way into your screaming pussy. I don't pull all the way out this time, but keep pumping into you, pushing harder and harder, you moaning from sheer lust.

"Shut up bitch, be quiet." You do as you're told, trying in vain to stifle yourself. I slap your ass hard, and you cry out from the pain. I can already tell there will be a handprint, but you love it. I keep fucking you, feeling your tight little cunt wrap itself around me, trying to milk me for all I'm worth.

C

I push back against you feeling you as you invade my body, every inch of your hard cock inside me, stretching me, forcing it deeper and deeper. The heat from where you struck my ass contrasted against the night air.

I feel the electrifying humiliation as you fuck me harder the dirt coarse against my skin, I feel so worthless and yet I've never been so turned on before. I love that you know what I need, that you enjoy my darkness and are finding that evil streak in yourself. It drives me wild to feel you fucking me using me as your little cum dump.

I so badly want it, I bite my lip to keep from screaming out but my moans are still escaping. You reach your hand down around my neck and pull me up and back toward you. My body clenching even tighter around you as you begin to restrict my airflow. Your arms so strong holding me and using me, all the while still violently ramming in and out of me.

I need to cum so badly and you can sense how close I am, how incredibly needy I am. But even more crucial than my own burning desire is my need for your cum... I want to feel you cum in me.... I need it....

B

I flip you back over and pump in and out of you, your legs by your shoulders. You moan as my dick grinds against your clit, fucking you harder and harder. My hands close around your throat, and I feel your pussy contract against me. You're about to cum, so I let go and pull out of you. "Not yet, bitch. You'll wait until I tell you to cum for me." 

My dick is rock hard, so turned on by this. I slide easily back into your dripping cunt, loving the tight warmth around it. You can tell that I'm getting closer, and all you want is to feel my cum shoot deep inside you. I pump harder and faster, coming closer and closer to my orgasm. You're doing everything in your power to stop yourself, trying to obey your master's command.

"Master, I can't hold it any longer!" you whimper as my hard dick penetrates further and further, slamming against you. I grab you by the throat and clamp down, constricting your breathing as I'm about to cum. "Ok slut, time to cum for me." You begin to shake, your clit rubbing itself against my hard cock as I spasm and shoot my load deep inside you. Your pussy does all the work, milking every last drop out of me into your deep hole.

I pull out and immediately stick my still-dripping dick into your mouth. You moan with pleasure and lick every last drop off of me.



A Walk in the Park



Brad Gavin stopped in the doorway and looked over at the chubby kid standing at the long trough urinal, poised in exactly the same place he had been when Brad first walked into the park's bathroom ten minutes earlier.

Brad had walked right out after seeing who the plump redhead was, but not before figuring out what the young guy was doing, staring rather obviously at the older guy who was taking a leak a ways down the urinal from the lad.

Brad saw the older gentleman leave the bathroom only a moment later, and he assumed that the man wasn't interested in the young redhead who had been watching him go.

The bathroom at the desolate end of the park was notorious for rather deviant behavior, and that was why the 60 year old insurance man was there, but he hadn't expected to see the son of his supervisor standing in there acting the pecker checker.

Brad Gavin had just gone to the kid's graduation party last month, and now he was struggling to remember his name. It came to him as he recalled watching the butterball jumping into the pool, creating a mighty splash when his portly frame hit the water.

Tommy. That was his name, Brad recalled as he prepared to go back into the bathroom. Tommy Mason, son of Ed Mason, the owner of Mason Insurance Agency, and as Brad hesitated at the door he wondered whether his boss knew about his son.

Probably not, Brad said as he looked at the backside of the redhead still posed at the urinal pretending to pee while waiting for some Mr. Right to take an interest in him.

Not really his type, Brad thought as he walked slowly to the urinal. Young Tommy was probably packing about 40 extra pounds on his squat 5'8" frame, but he hadn't looked all that bad in his bathing suit that day, with his pale white skin and little man boobs.

Brad eased up to the trough and unzipped, pulling out his cock and giving it a couple of lazy stretches before letting it go and waiting for the stream to start while looking down at his boss's son for his reaction, expecting the lad to recognize him and zip up while bolting out the door.

Young Tommy didn't notice who he was, and it must have been because his eyes never went up from the long beige cock which started to unleash a torrent of urine into the ceramic vessel, because it wasn't like they hadn't seen each other plenty of times over the years.

No, Brad thought as his peripheral vision took in Tommy staring at his cock while doing more than holding his own. The boy was jacking off while looking at him, and Brad shook his head slightly while feeling his own dick begin to stir at the thought of being so inspirational to his boss's son. 

Brad even shifted his hips so Tommy could get a better view, while still staring straight ahead and pretending not to notice the redhead popping his load into the urinal while trying not to grunt too loud.

After he finished peeing, Brad waited a second before calmly shaking his cock and putting it away while turning in Tommy's direction.

"Tommy!" Brad said, his voice bellowing in the bathroom while pretending he had just noticed somebody else was there. "How are you son?"

"Mr. Gavin!" Tommy blurted out, obviously unaware who he had been jerking off to, and as Brad looked at the sweaty, rumpled redhead and the ropes of cum he had sprayed into the back wall of the urinal he enjoyed the embarrassment Tommy was showing.

Brad went over to the sink and washed his hands as his boss's son got himself together, and when Tommy started to walk past him Brad reminded him to wash his hands.

"Cleanliness - it's next to Godliness, you know," Brad announced with a chuckle, and to his surprise Tommy stopped and started scrubbing his hands.

"Ready for college, Tommy?" Brad asked as he dried his hands.

"Uh - yes Mr. Gavin," Tommy mumbled.

"You can call me Brad if you want," Brad said as he prepared to hand Tommy a couple of paper towels. "After all, you aren't a kid anymore."

"Besides," Brad said as he put the towels in Tommy's plump trembling hands. "After meeting like this, I think we know each other quite well, don't we?"

Tommy's father was nothing like his son, because while the father was very business-like and aggressive, it appeared to Brad that his son was the exact opposite as he tried to get around him.

"Did you like what you saw?" Brad asked as he moved between Tommy and the door while hoping no one would come in the bathroom.

"I don't uh..."

"Let's not bullshit each other," Brad said. "I could see what you were doing to yourself and what you were looking at while you were doing it."

"I - I didn't mean to," Tommy stuttered, as his father's employee stepped in front of him as he tried to leave.

"Oh really?" Brad said, unable to hold back the laugh as he watched Tommy fight not to cry, relishing the opportunity to give this boss's son a hard time like his old man did him often."How old are you, 18?"

"Nineteen, almost. You aren't gonna tell my Dad, are you?" Tommy begged.

"Let's talk about it," Brad said, grabbing Tommy by the back of the neck after checking for anyone coming, and then led the lad over to the room of toilet stalls on the other side of the room. "This isn't a safe place, you know? Don't tell me you've never been here before either."

"Couple of times," Tommy said, wincing at the iron grip his father's friend had on his neck.

"You're lucky it was me here tonight instead of some sicko," Brad said as he kicked open the door at the very end, a handicapped stall which was roomier, and herded Tommy inside. 

"Have a seat," Brad said as he used his foot to drop the seat and the cover of the toilet before putting the pudgy redhead down. 

"Well?" Brad asked as he stood in front of the motionless teenager. "You sure as hell seemed to like what you saw out there. Or are you one of those pee freaks? Because if you are, I'm fresh out." 

"No!" Tommy said.

"Well then, you must have liked what you saw, judging by the load you popped back in the toilet."

"I did," Tommy said, his plump cheeks red and his forehead beaded with sweat. "I like guys with - you know - big ones."

"Well then?" Brad said, motioning toward his crotch. "I think that we both want you to do the same thing."

"No," Brad said as he stopped Tommy's pudgy hands from undoing his belt, the thought of having his pants hit the floor of the rank cubicle making him shudder. "Take it out through the fly."

Tommy's pudgy little fingers were noticeably trembling as he fumbled with the zipper momentarily before pulling it down. Outside the door, someone had come in and was taking a leak, and Tommy's eyes were darting back to the door and then up to his father's employee while he reached inside the trousers and though the fly of the boxers.

"Big enough for you, son?" Brad whispered after the company had exited, enjoying the look of awe on my long friend's face as he nodded while fumbling with the rubbery hose for a second before securing it with both hands. "Then get busy."

Like an obedient puppy, Brad Gavin's plump companion skinned the sheath back and began sucking on the bulbous knob, and while he wasn't the best cocksucker in the world, he was doing alright, so much so that his lips were making it almost halfway down the shaft before long.

"That's it Tommy," he said, pulling his head away with one hand while lifting his cock up so he could work his nuts. "Now suck on my balls."

Tommy, his face nearly as red as his hair, ducked down and started to suck on the hairy nut while Brad Gavin dropped his cock onto the top of Tommy's head and rubbed it into the ginger scalp for a while until pointing his cock back towards Tommy's mouth.

"You can cum in my mouth is you want, Mr. Gavin," Tommy said, the sweat pouring down his face in waves.

"Don't think so," he said, slapping Tommy's cheeks with his cock until the lad opened up his mouth.

"It's okay - I don't mind," Tommy sputtered while the tip of Brad Gavin's prodigious organ pushed between his lips.

"I know I can, but I don't want to," I said as I grabbed him by the ears and pushed his face toward me. "I think I'm going to cum in your ass."

Tommy squealed like a pig as he tried to pull away from the older man, but Mr. Gavin scolded him while telling him to be careful, because if he bit the dick he was going to get his ass kicked.

"I can't - never did that," Tommy sputtered while looking up from the throne with pleading eyes.

"You never had a cock up that big ass of yours before?" Brad said scornfully. "Even better. I like being the first."

"Please don't," Tommy begged.

"Tell you what," Brad said. "Make me cum within a minute and I won't stick it in your ass."

Hearing that, Tommy went at the older man's cock with a vengeance, his hands and mouth working furiously in an effort to make the older man cum. As for Brad Gavin, he had no intention of doing what he had threatened, not having any lubricant with him or the desire to take him bareback in a toilet stall, but the sight of Tommy begging turned him on for some reason.

"Thirty seconds," Brad sighed, reaching into his pocket and taking out his phone to take a couple of pictures of the industrious young man in action before announcing, "Twenty seconds."

"Ten - nine - eight," Brad counted down before grabbing Tommy by the back of his head and pulling him off of his cock. "You're in luck, my boy."

Brad Gavin stroked his cock a couple of times before the jets of cum spurted out, spattering all over the flushed face of the lad. After the ropes of seed landed on Tommy's face the young man leaned forward and took the spent cock in his mouth, taking the deflating tube down his throat as he tried to suck the older man dry.

"Easy," Brad said as he pulled his cock out of the lad's mouth and put it away.

Brad Gavin waited to open the door until Tommy had gotten himself a little more presentable, and then after checking to see that no one was in the bathroom, walked out with Tommy in tow.

Outside the restroom, Tommy caught up with his father's employee, his short, squat legs working double time to keep face with his elder.

"Would it hurt?"

"Pardon?" Brad asked.

"You know - if you put it in my ass - your cock I mean," Tommy said.

"Wouldn't hurt me a bit," Brad said with a chuckle.

"I meant me," Tommy said.

"Yes, it probably would," Brad admitted. "And I'm not what you would call a gentle lover by any means, so you might not like it all that much."

"I'm not scared, Mr. Gavin," Tommy said with a little defiance, and Brad stopped in the path and faced him.

"Yes you are Tommy," Brad said.

"A little, I guess," Tommy said. "But I'll do it, if you want."

"What, here in the park? Over on the picnic table?" Brad chuckled.

"If you want."

Brad shook his head, amazed at how submissive and eager to please Tommy was, and while it was attractive to him in a way, this might be dangers for the lad with the wrong person, and this park was loaded with them.

"Tommy, go home," Brad said. "Find yourself a nice guy your age and enjoy life. This is no place for you."

"You were here," Tommy sniffed.

"True, but I'm just passing through. Besides, I'm an old man," Brad said. "Do as I say, not as I do."

"My Dad says that a lot," Tommy said.

"Well, in this case he's right," Brad said, looking at the lad who looked like he had just lost his puppy. "Look, it's late. Please go home, and don't hang around here. Trust me. Okay?"

Tommy nodded and then just before Brad turned to leave Tommy asked him for something. Brad looked at Tommy with his head cocked, thinking he was kidding, but when he saw Tommy was dead serious, shrugged at opened his arms

A hug. Tommy asked him for a hug, and as they embraced Brad felt sorry for the kid, who might have a family with a lot of money and a fancy house, but didn't seem to be getting a lot of what was most important in life. Love.

"Thank you," Tommy said after they separated.

"Thank you," Brad said, and as they went their separate ways Brad repeated, "And stay away from here."

...

A month later Brad Gavin happened to be near the park late one night and stopped into the bathroom. It was empty, and while that didn't necessarily mean anything, seeing the son of his boss loitering around would have been depressing.

"You should have been a father, Gavin," Brad told his reflection in the mirror as he washed his hands. "Easy as pie."

Brad tossed the towel in the trash and whistled as he walked out into the park, cutting through the back to get to State Street, when he heard the sound of rustling leaves and some mumbling.

Brad froze in his tracks, cursing himself for taking this shortcut and risking getting mugged while he looked around for something to use as a weapon in case he was about to be mugged. 

Brad noticed that the sounds were over behind the lilac bushes, and judging from what he was hearing, they weren't coming from anybody after him. There was a little moonlight that made it through the leaves, and that made it possible for Brad to see where the noise was going from.

Brad chuckled when he saw the source of the mumbling, which in reality were grunts coming from a picnic table, where a tall black guy with his pants down around his ankles was giving it hard and heavy to somebody bent over a picnic table.

Brad watched with amusement at the sight, although from where he was standing he couldn't tell who was getting fucked, or even the gender, although the person on the receiving end was letting out high pitched grunts each time the black dude trust forward. 

"Better than a porn movie," Brad said, his voyeuristic tendencies causing him to try and get closer without being caught, but then it was over, as the black guy moaned and promptly pulled up his pants and spun around to leave.

"Wham bam," Brad said to himself before realizing that the guy was walking toward him and Brad knew he had been spotted.

"Sloppy seconds, my brother?" the black dude said with a grin, and Brad laughed that said he's pass, happy that the guy didn't seem mad about being watched, and in fact seemed to enjoy the idea of an audience.

"Pass," Brad said as the guy went on his way, and just before he continued his interrupted journey he happened to glance over at the picnic table, where the person was still bent over face down on the table.

It was a male, and the guy had a big pale ass and was not moving. Brad found himself walking towards the person, at first fearing the guy was dead or something because he was just slumped over with cum drooling out of his still-gaping anus, but then when the guy started to move Brad recoiled.

Ever before he turned around, while he was bending down and pulled his underwear and pants up from his ankles, Brad recognized the cherub face and red hair in the dim moonlight, and when Tommy had his pants up and turned around, their eyes met.

"Um - hi Mr. Gavin," Tommy mumbled, looking down to avoid the glare he was getting from his father's employee.

Brad Gavin shook his head sadly and started to say something, but instead just turned and walked away, heading out of the park and not looking back.

...

thank you for reading



A Walk in the Park



It has been twenty years since I was violated against my will by six strangers and although I am ok to talk about it I have never taken the time to write the experience down. A friend suggested it a few years ago, saying it could be therapeutic but I had not gotten around to it until now. If you find this a little disturbing you can imagine how it must have been for me and perhaps by reading this you can appreciate what women go through during a rape.

It was actually 24 years ago when it happened. I was in my late thirties and all was well with my world. My husband, an oncologist, had a very advancing career and was doing well. Our marriage, like any other was ok, but not great. Sex was limited to two or three times a week and for those that know me you can appreciate with my high libido that I require more.

I have two sons 8 and 10 at the time and I had been working at my job (I am currently still there) for at least 15 years. We were a small company and my boss, the owner, was a friend of my husband from college. In fact, I met my husband because of my boss and we are pretty good friends. It was quite difficult during a business trip when my boss and I had a fling, but that, as they say, is another story.

We lived downtown at the time, about a twenty minute walk from our condo to my office. My morning ritual was pretty structured. I walked to the gym (about 10 minutes away) and did a rigorous aerobic routine for about 30 minutes. The irony is that I still do the same routine religiously every weekday. I am very vain and somewhat shallow and need the reassurance of knowing that I can still turn heads.

Although my breasts have sagged from a 36C to a 36D they are still firm and somewhat perky. My tummy is tight and my butt has not yet fallen, like it has in so many women. I began a demanding excessive program after the birth of my first child and have not let up. 24 years ago my body was quite amazing (allow me a little self-promotion here, as I work hard to stay in shape). I also believe that 'if you have it, flaunt it' and I wore and still wear somewhat revealing clothes. I dress in business suits most days with ample cleavage visible to anyone who wants to look. 

My sexual promiscuity has, unfortunately, got me into trouble on more than one occasion and I think it is really unfair that men cannot not stop thinking with their dicks. Sure I could dress like a nun, but hey, that is just not me.

So, back to the day in question. We had just had a time change and it was getting dark early again. My route from work to home took me through a park. I could bypass the area, but that took 15 minutes longer so I never did. I had been cautioned by my boss not to walk through the park and I finally told him that I didn't anymore. I was tired of the nagging. My husband was even worse. He forbade me to take that route, reminding me constantly of the unsavory characters which hung out there. I told him the same; that I stopped walking through the park. It was like having two fathers telling me what to do.

On this particular day I was sitting at work when a delivery came. The courier, a tall, quite muscular black man with a goatee walked to my desk and handed me a package. I noticed him staring at my chest, which I always find flattering. I was wearing a blue suit (jacket and skirt - a few inches above my knee) and a white 'V' necked sweater, perhaps a little too tight. I was wearing an open cup bra so my nipples we quite visible. It was also a little chilly in the office, which accentuated the situation.

I was about to sign for the package when I realized it was the wrong address. The courier looked at it, grunted and more or less left without saying much. I continued with my day and never thought any more about it. I left the office around five and began my walk home. I decided to stop and get some take-out food, as my husband and kids were away for a few days on a 'bonding' trip, which was really an opportunity for a little 'me' time.

I had just entered the park, the way I always do and walked briskly, as it the fall air was getting quite chilly. I thought I saw some movement ahead, but it was dark so I could not be sure. A moment later I felt an arm around my waist and another over my mouth. I tried to scream but his powerful hand cupped my mouth. Suddenly I felt two hands on my ankles and I was swooped up and carried through the darkness. They set me down and I felt tape of some sort bind my wrists from the back. A bag was placed over my head and I heard a car door open. I was pushed in and I could feel one of the men slide in beside me. I heard the front door slam and assumed the other was driving. We drove about 45 minutes and I was quite frightened at what was happening to me.

The man beside me was uttering comments about my body. He said I had nice tits and suddenly his hand groped them. I tried to shrug away but there was no use. He also started to feel me up pulling at my panties and crudely sticking his finger inside me. It was disgusting and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. We finally came to a stop and I was dragged from the car. I was taken through what seemed a door to some sort of room and when I heard a door behind me close the bag over my head was removed.

It took me a few minutes to become accustomed to the light and I realized I was in an old house. I was staring at four men, two seated on a couch and two in chairs. They were smiling and one made the comment that 'Lionel' did well. He had a greasy smirk on his face and the thought of his filth turned my stomach. One of the men behind me grunted and I assumed he was Lionel. I turned and was shocked. It was the courier who earlier that day had stopped in my office. I tried to speak, but as soon as I opened my mouth the back of his hand swung across my face. He told me to shut up. I obeyed.

The other man, who had taken me was smaller in stature than Lionel and had funny, pointed hair and a very pointed beard. He resembled a black leprechaun. Two of the men in front of me were also quite large and very black skinned. They smiled and their teeth sparkled. One was totally bald and the other looked like Sydney Portier. The two on the couch just sat there. One was white and one was black, but they were much younger than the others. I looked around, as much as I dared and saw only blackness outside. I was told that I could scream all I wanted to because we were on a farm and no one would hear.

The man who resembled Sydney Portier seemed to be in charge. He looked me up and down and explained that all they wanted was to have a little fun. He said that Tyrone, the younger black on the couch was a virgin and I had been selected to initiate him into manhood. I shivered at the prospect and stared at Tyrone. He looked back but said nothing. Sydney told me that they wouldn't hurt me if I obeyed. The more I struggled and opposed the worse it would be. I wasn't about to give in so quickly and when the leprechaun moved in front of me I spat on his face. I could see the flare in his eyes, but the laughter from his friends was humiliating and he slapped me across the face. He called me a bitch and hit me again. I began to cry and just stood there. He reached down and slowly lifted my skirt. I wore (and still wear today) stay ups, which he knew from his little feel-up in the car. He rolled one down and then the second. He told me to step out of them but put my heels back on.

Next I felt Lionel cut the tape which bound my hands, but he held them tightly. I could feel his strength and was not about to try and pry free. The leprechaun unbuttoned my jacket and slipped it off. Lionel again using tape bound my wrists behind me. I saw the men staring at my chest as my breasts pushed forward because of my arms tied behind my back. I also knew my nips were poking forward and wished now that I was not a large as I was.

The leprechaun sat down and the bald guy stood and walked toward me. He showed me a sharp knife and smiled as he brought his face closer. Using the knife like a surgeon he began to cut my white sweater from the bottom to the top. He then opened it up and rolled the sleeves down my arms and cut them until they fell to the floor. I was shaking as I stood in my bra before these animals.

Next he moved behind me and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the floor. I was cold and scared and stood there almost nude wearing nothing but my bra and panties. Sydney asked the white boy if he liked what he saw and he eagerly said yes. "Maybe, if there is still some left after Tyrone is finished you can have some," he smiled as he spoke and nodded for the bald guy to continue.

He moved behind me and I felt his large hands unclasp my bra. Using his knife he cut the straps and slowly the undergarment fell to the floor. My breasts fell free and the groans and remarks from the men meant they were enjoying the sight. I did notice that Tyrone quietly looked on. "What do you think, Tyrone?" Sydney asked. "Like to see big titties?" I watched but Tyrone just nodded shyly.

A moment later I felt the bald guy pulling my panties down from behind, exposing my womanhood to the onlookers. He walked around the front and stood beside Lionel, who had moved in front of me for a better view. I was sobbing as I stood humiliated, wearing nothing other than my blue pumps. "Nice cunt," Sydney said, "But it's so hairy." Lionel walked closer to me and looked down. He reached his hand and rubbed my pubic hair. He grunted and I screamed when he took it in his hand and pulled hard. He smiled and I watched him yank a long piece of duct tape from a roll. He held it out and pushed it against my groin from just below my navel to underneath, between my legs. I screamed when I felt his fingers push the tape hard against me, especially around my vagina.

Lionel turned to the others and the white kid was the first to yell, "Do it!". The bald guy and the leprechaun nodded and Sydney smiled, motioning his hand. Lionel turned back to me and I felt his hand fumble with the bottom of the tape, far between my legs. He counted slowly... "One... Two... Three." 

Suddenly, all I could feel was a shattering pain riveting through my body as he quickly pulled the tape from bottom to top. I screamed an ear piercing scream and tears ran from my eyes down my face. Lionel held the tape up for me to see and all I saw was most of my pubic hair attached to the tape. I continued to cry and Lionel came closer and began to lick the tears from my face.

There was now no doubt what I was in for. The bald guy had a jar of butter in his hand and began to rub it on my vaginal area to soothe the burning pain. His hand was rough and abrasive and as he applied the butter it hurt more than soothe me. I just stood as motionless as I could. When he finished he grabbed me by my hair and pushed me down, telling me to get on my knees. I reluctantly obeyed, for I did not want to feel the wrath of this huge black man's anger. He stood before me and slowly unzipped his jeans. I knew what was coming and tried not to think about it. A moment later he pushed them down and I was confronted by a thick black penis that grew with each passing second.

The others, except Tyrone, were cheering and yelling and the bald guy told me to open my mouth as he grabbed my hair again. His member had grown to its full hardness and looked to be well over 20 cm (9 inches) in length. Obediently I opened my mouth and thought my lips were going to tear from the thickness of his cock. He pushed forward and I felt the purple head slide between my lips and into my mouth. I could hardly breathe and had to do so through my nose. He continued to push and I thought there was no end. He started sliding it back and forth and I began to gag when his head touched the back of my throat. 

Fortunately it was not long until the bald guy reached his peak. His hand tightly grasped my hair and with every thrust forward of his buttocks my head was forced toward him. I had difficulty breathing and gagged several times. Suddenly, without warning, he came and I felt his load of sperm fire from his stiff cock, against my throat and down the opening. He continued to force his member in my mouth and I could feel my stomach reject his semen.

After what seemed an eternity, he stopped and slowly pulled his less hard penis from my mouth. I could feel my stomach reject his cum and it, along with vomit spewed from my mouth. The bald guy smiled and everyone else applauded. How sick these pigs were, I thought, as I sat squatted on my knees not wearing any clothes and my chest covered in vomit.

The younger, white boy, at the direction of Sydney grabbed paper towel and walked toward me. He began to wipe the vomit from my chest, being quite rough and laughing as I grimaced from the pain. He massaged my breasts hard and squeezed with all his might. It hurt immensely and I could not help screaming. "I think she is ready," Sydney said, from his seat in the chair and he looked at the leprechaun.

I glanced around and saw the short black man lower his trousers and fondle his cock. He smiled as he looked at the young white boy. "Get her ready," he ordered. Not exactly sure what he meant, I felt whitey pull on my breasts to the point where I had no choice but to stand. He pulled me toward a dining table and pushed me over it. I could feel the coldness of the wood against my chest but I had little choice. He held his hand on my neck, keeping me from moving much.

A moment later I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my bum. The leprechaun, from behind me, pushed his finger deep into my poop hole. He asked me now I liked butter in my ass and I began to cry, knowing what was in store for me. Whitey held my head secure and I tried to prepare for what was coming. 

Then I felt it. The head of his cock pushed against my opening. Involuntarily I tightened my muscles, which increased the pain as he pushed his cock into me. 

He was not as large as the bald buy, but it felt huge in the tiny opening of my anus. With each thrust he pushed harder and I could feel my stomach cramping as he violated my bum. He pushed and pushed and I knew his member was all the way in. He reached around and grabbed my boobs, which were pushed against the table. "Scream, bitch," he yelled as he grabbed my breasts and squeezed as hard as he could. I did not need encouragement and yelled loudly. Tears were streaming from my face and I looked up at Whitey only to see him laughing.

I thought I was going to pass out when the leprechaun pulled as hard as he could on my breasts, at the same time pushing his cock as deep as he could into my bum hole. He moaned and then grunted and I felt his cum shoot inside me, to what felt like my stomach. A moment later he relaxed and pulled out. He walked around and grabbed my hair and pulled my head lower, forcing me to suck him. "Clean it, cunt," he commanded. "Lick your shit of my cock." 

Everyone else was laughing, except Tyrone, who sat silently watching. Lionel said he was next and as I turned I saw he was ready. He had removed all of his clothes. His muscular chest shone from sweat and his penis, although thin, was quite long. What was it with these black guys, I thought? "On your knees, bitch," Lionel ordered. I moved around and put my arms out to support my weight. I assumed the dog position and waited. Lionel came behind me and knelt. I felt his penis probe against my woman hood and a minute later he forced his way inside. He too reached around to fondle my breasts as he began to fuck my vagina. 

Whitey was still in front of me and started to remove his jeans. He knelt and while Lionel was fucking me he grabbed my hair and forced me to suck him. Fortunately he was smaller than the black men and being less experienced, he was eager to cum. I felt him shoot his load into my mouth as he held my hair. I swallowed it all (something I am accustomed to, as I usually satisfy my husband that way several mornings a week). Fortunately it was not long until Lionel also shot his load and filled me with his sperm. I was grateful I had not stopped taking the pill, even though my husband recently had a vasectomy. 

Lionel collapsed and so did I. Sydney told Tyrone it was his turn. I felt apprehension as I looked at the younger black. Sydney stood and motioned me to the couch. "Lay down," he ordered. I did and he smiled. "Open your legs wide," he said and I did. Tyrone began to slowly remove his clothes and seemed a little embarrassed about being naked in front of everyone. He moved toward me and began to climb on top.

He was inexperienced and I remember Sydney saying that Tyrone was still a virgin. Oddly, I felt bad for him, as his first time should be love making, not just sex. I laid waiting for him to get on top and moved in a way to accept his penis. He tried to guide it in but I had to help. Finally it slid in. I was fortunate it was smaller than the others and I rode with him as he began to pump. I held my hand on the back of his head and guided his mouth to my breast. He began to suck and I actually felt myself becoming turned on.

He fucked me while he sucked my breasts and I felt his stomach muscles tighten. Suddenly he erupted and I clamped my legs around his back. 

Surprisingly he felt good inside me and I did not want him to stop. As I felt his love juice squirt inside me I too erupted. My groin tightened and I pushed his head hard against my breast. He sucked my nipple as he finished his orgasm unaware that I was also cumming. A few moments later our bodies slumped.

Sydney told me to get up and walk to the kitchen part of the house. He called me a dirty slut and that I was a filthy whore. He commanded me to lie in the cold tile floor and I shivered while I looked up at him. "You need to be cleaned," he said, at the same time taking his penis out of his pants and holding it over me. I felt warm urine hit my breasts before I actually saw the stream. He sprayed in an artistic manner running the stream up and down my torso, trying to hit my pussy.

A second stream appeared, this one had more force. It was the bald guy and his urine stung as it mixed with the raw skin where my pubic hair had been, only hours before. They all took turns urinating on me. The warm, putrid liquid entered my mouth several times as I felt it on my breasts, torso and vaginal area. I looked and saw Tyrone was the only one not participating in the task. Sydney was making fun of him, saying he was in love.

When they finished Sydney told me to stand and lean over the counter. I realized he was the only one of the group who had not taken me. I felt him come up behind me and as he reached his arm around my front his massive hand cupped and squeezed my breast. Then I felt him enter me. He seemed huge, much larger than even the bald guy. He began to thrust himself into me and I began to cry again.

It seemed to turn him on and he verbally encouraged me to shed more tears. His other hand found my other breast and it too became a play toy for him. He squeezed hard as he fucked my aching pussy with his horse cock.

After what seemed an eternity of hard, painful thrusts he finally released his load. It shot far inside me and as he continued to pump me his cock continued to squirt. Finally he pulled out of me and walked away. 

"Get this cunt out if here," he yelled. Lionel and the leprechaun grabbed my arms and dragged me outside. I realized we were in a wooded area, but had no idea where. I was terrified that they would kill me now they were finished using my flesh. The leprechaun placed the black sack over my head and pushed me into the van. He sat beside me while Lionel again began to drive. I was shivering, as I was nude and for some reason the leprechaun showed emotion by throwing a course blanket over me. I held the blanket tight around me while I sat hunched in a fetal position.




A Walk in the Park



About 40 minutes later the van stopped, the door opened and I was dragged along, what felt like grass. I was thrown to the ground and the bag removed from my head. It was dark out and could just make out two men running away. I heard the van drive off and lay still on the cold grass, sobbing as I held the blanket tight.

I am not sure how much time passed but I suddenly looked up and saw to boys on bicycles stand towering over me. I managed enough strength to ask if they could help me and they agreed. They stared at my nakedness as I tried to wrap the blanket around me. I told them where I lived and they helped me home. Fortunately it was dark and I saw no people. They left me at my front door, but I had no keys. I walked around the back, lifted a spare key from a flower pot and opened the door. I immediately headed for the shower and stayed there for an hour.

As time passed the pain and trauma began to wear off. I was afraid to tell my husband or my boss and consequently never mentioned the event to anyone. A few months later a strange thing began to happen. I started to feel twinges of excitement when I relived certain aspects of the ordeal. This lead to masturbating while I fantasized and the ecstasy grew. I decided I needed help so I contacted a psychiatrist. After a few sessions he suggested I was very submissive in sex and needed to become more dominant. 

In order to do this he recommended a BDSM club, where he said I could find less submissive people than myself. I attended, but unfortunately the prescription backfired. Instead of finding a more submissive person I met a woman who was extremely dominant. We hit it off and became very good friends. She satisfies a sexual need I have and we travel to the club once a month together, to fulfill our fantasies. 

The ordeal from so long ago is still vivid in my mind, but instead of terrorizing my thoughts it has becomes fantasy for my sexual needs. I know I am not normal, but I assume it is a way my body and mind chose to deal with the traumatic event.



A Walk in the Park



Harry Johnson sat on a park bench. The day was sunny and warm for November, only a trace of chill in the air. Still, he noticed most people had a light jacket with them, either on their bodies, draped on their arms, or tied around their waists.

Harry was the typical recent retiree. Since he'd left teaching last year (389 days ago, to be exact), he'd tried to sleep in. Although the ring of a school bell no longer governed his life, Harry was used to the regimented lifestyle and just this morning had awaken at 5:35, his wake-up time during the school year. Despite this, Harry was happy as he sat on "his" bench watching the world play.

Much of the reason Harry loved the park was for the people watching. Just now, Harry observed a young family, possibly tourists, enjoy a picnic beneath a maple shedding its leaves. Across the path, a playground barely contained screaming toddlers and hyperactive children as nannies and mothers watched, gossiping by a different cluster of benches. A man on a bicycle rode by just as a young woman speaking quietly on her cell phone rounded the corner. Harry tried to call out, but it was too late. The handle of the bicycle clipped the young women on the shoulder, sending her coffee into the air to its final resting place on her blouse. "Nooo!" the woman shrieked as her white blouse stained brown with the coffee. "Jerk," she muttered to the bicyclist, who continued on his way.

"Jessica, I'm gonna have to call you back. Some biker just hit me and I spilled stuff all over my shirt. Can we meet for the later session? How about four? I wanna change." The woman listened as Harry approached her. "Okay, great. Bye!" Harry offered the woman a napkin and a smile.

"Oh, thank you!" she said enthusiastically. "I can't believe that just happened."

"I've been telling them to put mirrors or signs up or something. You really could've gotten hurt. Are you okay?" Harry said sympathetically. 

"I'm fine, really. It's just a shame. This is my favorite blouse! And silk, too." Harry nodded. He appreciated the woman's smile, her look. Her plump pink lips surrounded pretty white teeth, all lined as they should. She had sandy colored hair wind swept from her face, a few beads of sweat around her hairline. She had laughing blue eyes and the aura of a poet, the kind that writes of trees and flowers and love. Harry inhaled as his eyes slightly dropped. A shapely figure, curvy in the right places. She smelled like lavender.

He found his voice. "I'm Harry. Harry Johnson." The woman smiled. Harry realized it was at his comical name. He winced inwardly, the result of years of schoolyard cruelty, both as a child and as a teacher. "I know, silly name," he said, attempting to regain her attention. "I live just up the street. I could lend you something of my daughter's. You look about the same size. And she's probably around the same age, too. Unless you'd rather not..." he let the end of his small speech trail off. The woman looked warily, but then smiled.

"That'd be lovely." Harry smiled and turned the opposite direction from the disastrous path corner. The woman began to speak as they walked the short distance to Harry's rowhouse.

"My name's Alyssa Dupree," she said, keeping step with Harry. She began to talk of her day and how it hadn't been going so well. She was a college student, just turned nineteen. She had just come from an English class at her university on the other side of the park. Harry knew it well, from his walks and from teaching a remedial English course himself every fall. "So anyway, I didn't do very well on my test, even after all that work and studying. It probably doesn't seem like such a big deal to you, but it just has me frazzled!"

"I used to teach English. High school, but still," Harry remarked. 

"Really?" the girl asked. When Harry nodded, she began to explain her test. He nodded sympathetically, adding his opinion when asked, and soon they were at his home. He fumbled with the key and then opened the door, motioning for the young lady to enter first.

"It's beautiful," she – Alyssa – remarked as she entered the foyer. "Victorian?" Harry nodded. 

"My late wife and I restored it years ago. I was thinking of selling it."

"Is this her?" Alyssa asked as she picked up a framed photo from the sideboard. Harry nodded.

"She's been gone eight years and I still think of her every day." Alyssa nodded in sympathy.

"Where's the...the....uh...."

"Oh, I'm sorry. My daughter's room is just up the stairs. The second door on the right. I'm sure she'll have something. I'll go see if there's any stain remover." The woman smiled and then climbed the stairs. Harry took a moment to appreciate the view and then opened the doors to the laundry closet under the stairs. He located the stain remover and pulled it from the closet. He waited. And waited. 

After several minutes and still no Alyssa, Harry climbed the stairs. She's probably robbing me blind he thought to himself. And here she was wary of me. He reached the top step and noticed his bedroom door was open, although he always kept doors closed. It was a pet peeve of his. His daughter's door, too, was open. He walked in just as Alyssa got her head stuck in an old cashmere sweater.

"This...stupid...thing!" the girl exclaimed to herself as she tried to fight her way in.

"Do you need help?" Harry asked. The girl startled. 

"Oh, geez!" she said.

"Sorry. I should've knocked. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"There!" the woman said as her head popped through. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, I was stuck. Thank you so much for your hospitality. I'm not used to people being so nice to me. Especially strangers."

"Think nothing of it! We couldn't have you walking around in that coffee stained shirt, now could we?" They both chuckled. "Would you care for some tea?"

"I'd love some," she replied with a smile. "Thank God you didn't ask me for coffee!"

When the two were downstairs, Harry sat the woman in the living room and started a fire in the gas fireplace. "Oh, this is wonderful," the woman said as Harry handed her the drink. She took a few sips and set it down on the coffee table. The two sat in silence, alternating drinking the beverage and staring into the fire. After a while, it became quite warm in the room. Harry was just about to remark on it when Alyssa stood. 

"I'm getting a little warm. I'm wearing a layer under this sweater, but do you mind if I take it off?" Harry nodded his consent.

"Do you want me to turn the heat down?" The woman shook her head. 

"No, it's too lovely. If I just get this off I'll be the right temperature." She pulled her arms through the holes and then attempted her head. As before, it wouldn't budge.

The woman struggle with it. The layer she wore underneath, a satin and lace camisole, was pulled up along with the sweater. The girl's bra was in full view, the curve of her breasts in plain sight. As the girl's body shook with the movement of forcing her head out of the sweater, a pale pink nipple peeked out and then disappeared.

"Would you mind helping me?" the girl's muffled voice requested from the midst of the sweater.

"Certainly," Harry said, hopping to his feet. He felt a little embarrassed for the speed at which he acquiesced, but she didn't say anything. 

"There! Out." He said triumphantly as they both fell to the couch with the effort. The woman giggled. They were very close. Her hair was standing up from the static on the sweater. Harry lifted a hand to smooth it down. He looked down at her as she turned to face him. Her eyes shone with...Harry couldn't place his finger on it, but it looked like hunger. Desire. Fire.

Harry moved his hand down to caress her cheek. He put his thumb to her lips and stroked. With one swoop, he bent and kissed her on the mouth gently. Just once. He pulled back once he realized what he'd done, but the frozen girl defrosted. "No, don't," she said. Harry blushed and went to excuse himself when the woman swiftly took his face in her hands and kissed him. Passionately. Her tongue probed his lips open and she sighed as she leaned in. Harry did the same, drinking the sweetness of her kiss as if it was the only thing keeping him alive.

The woman pulled back. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered. Harry looked confused, uncertain and taken aback by her harsh words. He hadn't had an offer from a teenager since...since he'd been a teenager himself. And that was only with his wife...

"Alyssa, I don't know..." The woman shushed him, placed her hand on his pants.

"I know you want to. I'm of age. I consent. Do you?" She smiled as he reached up to push her hair back from her face. She stroked his penis, just once, and closed her eyes. Harry pulled the barely legal girl onto his lap. Her camisole strap fell, and he pushed the other and her bra straps down with it. When her breasts were bared to him, he took one into his mouth, running his tongue over the sensitive nipple. It stood on end, just as its twin did while he pinched and pulled it. "Oh, Alyssa," he whispered as he switched breasts. He moved his tongue in a circle just right and the girl leaned her head back, pushing her breasts into his face, and sighed.

When her breathing came quicker and her face flushed, he stopped. "Are you sure?" Harry asked again. The girl didn't answer, but unbuttoned and unzipped Harry's fly. His erect penis sprang from his pants, tip darkening and eager for the coming events. Alyssa smiled devilishly and sank to the floor onto her knees. She licked her lips and cupped his balls, easing the tip of his penis into her luscious mouth. Harry moaned as he felt her soft, wet lips embrace him. She sucked slowly and then inch by inch took his entire penis into her mouth. She pulled it out and looked up at him. 

"You like it when I suck your cock," she said. He had no words, just moans. She placed his cock back into her mouth and then pumped her head up and down, up and down, up and down until he thought he'd go mad. Just before he was about to come, she stopped. 

"You wicked girl," he groaned. The agony was delicious. She smiled, licking her lips. "You think that's funny?" She nodded. "Well, now it's your turn." He pushed her onto her back and sank to the floor. He peeled her legs open, leaving a trail of kisses from her right knee up to the spot between her legs. But he didn't touch her there yet. He reached up and squeezed her breast, then smiled. His warm breath tickled her inner thigh and suddenly, his mouth was on her. He gently sucked her clit, drawing it farther out each time. His warm, wet tongue ran along her folds, caressing them tenderly, intimately. She sighed and ran her hands through his gray hair, anchoring her fingers. Harry used his tongue to prod her open, test the rhythm. When he found the right motion, he concentrated. Her breath sped up. He felt her body begin to tremble. And then he stopped.

"No fair!" she cried out. "Please! Please fuck me!" she begged. Harry chuckled and when she least expected it, he thrust into her, not sparing anything. She cried out in pain and pleasure as her hymen broke, her pussy stretching to accommodate this man. Harry panicked. He didn't know she was a virgin. She'd conducted herself as an expert up to that point. 

"It's okay," she panted. "Just keep going! Keep going!" Harry pumped into her with a ferocity that scared him. He hadn't fucked anything other than his hand in over a decade, since before his wife was sick.

He plowed her. Over and over. He slowed, one deep thrust inducing a string of curses and cries from the woman on his living room floor. He sped up, putting pressure just there until she cried out. Her pussy clenched his cock tighter and tighter until finally her body convulsed. "Alyssssssa," he hissed as he himself began to reach that spot. The girl sobbed in pleasure, squeezing her own breasts and caressing Harry's arm in turn. "Oh, Alyssssssa." He moaned as he reached climax, shooting stream after stream of his essence into the teenager. He sighed, collapsing onto her, her bare breasts meeting his gray chest hair. He lay on top of her, his cock still inside her, while her pussy clenched, then released, then clenched. He stroked her face, kissed her moist cheek. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he said in a whisper. "You are fantastic. And oh so beautiful." 

The girl smiled. "As are you."

Twenty minutes later, they had both cleaned up. Alyssa was in a different blouse of his daughter's and was at the door. "Well, I guess I might have to stop by next time I do poorly on an English exam, if you're gonna tutor me like that."

"So, same time next week?" Harry said with a smile.

"Make it sooner and you've got yourself a deal."



A Walk in the Park



Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong

===

Early the next morning I was standing staring at myself in the bathroom mirror wearing only my pyjama bottoms. I looked like shit. I'd hardly slept all night, my fitful dreams being such a surreal tangle of male imagery that I kept waking, wondering what the hell was happening to me.

In spite of how tired I felt, the irony of what I'd ended up doing in the changing rooms was not lost on me. My attempt to convince myself that I really wasn't interested in other men's behinds had backfired badly, resulting in me behaving like a kid in a candy shop, almost running amuck in my lust to sniff strangers' underpants.

I had acted disgracefully and I was ashamed of myself.

But more worrying than that was the image which had been in my head when I'd climaxed: the image of me having anal intercourse with another man. Is this where my interest in men's backsides had been leading? To the point where I was fantasizing about fucking them?

I'd lain awake for hours the previous night, aroused and appalled in equal measure by the idea of buggering another man. I hadn't known whether to beat myself up or beat myself off and in the end I'd done both. Repeatedly.

Now I looked dreadful. My face was drawn and haggard and the dark circles under my eyes made me look ancient. I had dried cum-stains around the fly of my pyjama bottoms and my cock was sore from the number of times I'd been wanking it.

I was a wreck.

I either desperately needed a woman in my life, or otherwise I desperately needed a man in my bed. I couldn't decide which.

As I was driving Jake to college even he commented on how rough I looked and normally he wouldn't notice if I was on fire.

"Cheers, Jake," I'd said in a gruff voice. "You know how to set a guy up for the day."

"I just mean that you look even worse than usual."

"Gee, thanks. You really should consider a career writing verses for greetings cards."

He smiled. "Sorry... it's just... well, these days you always look like you haven't had enough sleep. And with you being so... you know... recently..."

"With me being so what?"

He looked over at me, a little uncomfortable. "Well... horny..."

"Oh right," I nodded, adding a blush of my own to join with his sense of embarrassment. "My sex drive has been a bit through the roof lately."

Jake was well aware that, as well as inheriting whatever gene I possessed for genital size, he had also been similarly endowed or cursed – whichever way you looked at it – in terms of his sex drive.

After he'd started masturbating, Jake had asked me the question which had so plagued me during my teens: how often is 'normal'? Having received so little guidance from my parents about the subject, other than a portentous warning that such things were a form of temptation, I wanted Jake to have a more balanced understanding of his male biology.

I was already aware that he, like me, needed a regular sexual release from the scattering of discarded tissues next to his bed and the instantly recognisable smell of semen in his room most mornings when I awoke him with a glass of orange juice. So, in answering his question, I'd set the bar at about once a day but had made it clear that it was not unhealthy to exceed that as long as it didn't start interfering with his other interests.

He'd asked, "So, like, some days it would be okay to do it three or four times?"

I'd smiled. He certainly did take after me. "Whatever is comfortable for you, Jake."

He'd asked me how often I masturbated.

Keen to nurture a spirit of openness between us without offering any specific details, I'd told him that I had done it a lot during my teens but was less active these days.

"I think it comes with having large testicles, Jake," I'd suggested to him. "We both produce a lot of semen each day and it needs to be released."

"So other guys do it less?" he'd asked.

I'd nodded. "I'm not sure how often other guys masturbate – I've never actually asked anyone – but I don't think everyone needs to do it as often as we do. It's called having a high sex drive and, while it's fun to have regular orgasms, it can become a bit inconvenient needing to do it so often."

Now, in the car, I apologised to Jake that I had, in spite of my best efforts to be discreet, been keeping him awake at night.

"You haven't been," he said, "well, apart from the other night. But there are other signs. I mean, the way you're getting through boxes of tissues..."

I smiled. "Yeah. So much for saving the rainforests."

"And," he went on, "there's a sort of spunky smell when you've... you know... done it..."

I felt my face blush a little. In spite of the fact I knew, from my morning wake-ups, that having strong-smelling semen was yet another trait which Jake had inherited from me, my post-climax odour was something Linda had made me self-conscious about. It was one of the reasons she'd cited for banning me from masturbating in bed.

"Anyway," he said as we were pulling up at the front gates of his sixth form college. "I just figured that was what was making you tired."

I nodded. "Maybe it is. I guess my hormones are bit screwed up at the minute or something."

If in doubt, blame the hormones.

Once I'd dropped Jake off and he'd disappeared into the crowds of teenagers congregating around the entrance to the main block, I decided that I couldn't face going to work and that I'd take the day off as a sickie.

I phoned the local surgery to make an appointment to see my doctor later that week. I knew him quite well and was confident that I could confide in him about at least some of what I was feeling. Perhaps, as I had suggested to Jake, there was some physical explanation for what I was going through, or perhaps my symptoms were more common than I realised.

After making the appointment, I spent the rest of the morning in bed, exhausted, and then, following a long bath, went for a walk to try and clear my head.

I took a fairly familiar path through Welland Park and along the river, dodging the cyclists and joggers who had ventured out on what was a sunny but bitingly chilly autumn afternoon. There were a few ducks on the water and I shivered at the thought of how icy cold their feet must be.

I kept mulling over the sexual imagery which had plagued me during the night. It was as if a switch had been clicked in my head. For some reason the idea of penetrating another man suddenly fascinated me and I couldn't understand why.

How would it feel to push my cock into another man's darkest, most unmentionable place? Would my large organ fit into what seemed like such a tiny hole? Would our sex have that raunchy, anal smell which so excited me? How would it sound as I slid in and out of him? And if I climaxed inside him, how would it feel to have his innards become sloppy and sticky around my cock?

All these questions intrigued me and yet, until just hours ago, the concept had simply never appealed to me.

Perhaps I was being titillated by the unspoken taboo which still, in spite of our increasingly accepting society and talk of same-sex marriage, shrouded to a large extent the more uncouth details of penetrative sex between men. Or perhaps it was an expression of some unconscious desire inside me to assert my masculinity at mid-life by sexually dominating another male.

I thought back to the only direct experience I'd had of seeing two men having sex. It had happened many years ago – I'd been a student at a university party – and although I'd thought about what I'd seen from time to time since, it had never struck me as being an attractive sight.

It was the end of the party I'd been at with my girlfriend at the time – I can barely remember who she was – and I'd gone upstairs to find our coats in one of the bedrooms. I'd opened a door and walked in on two young men, students I vaguely knew but not to talk to, fully clothed and writhing together on the bed. They were lying on their sides, one guy behind the other, making weird squirming movements against each other. They either didn't hear me enter or were so absorbed with what they were doing that they seemed unaware of my presence.

I couldn't immediately work out what was going on between them. The guy behind was hugging the one in front as their bodies moved together, and both of them had pained expressions on their faces with their eyes half-closed. It looked like were in some kind of weird wrestling hold and I wondered momentarily if I might have walked in on a practical joke for which I wasn't the intended recipient.

Then I saw that the guy in front had his trousers pulled down slightly, exposing his cock, which was prominently aroused and had its scarlet head fully exposed, and the cheeks of his arse. The guy behind had undone his belt and fly revealing occasional glimpses of the thick base of his cock protruding from his pubic hair as his hips moved back and forth against his partner's buttocks.

As their strange contortions continued it dawned on me that I was watching the two young men having sex together. And not just rubbing themselves against each other – they were having full-on anal intercourse – the guy behind actually had his cock inside the other man's bum and was pushing it in and out! I could hardly believe it: here it was – gay sex in all its glory, right in front of me!

At first I was mesmerised by what I was looking at. The sight of a cock sliding back and forth between buttocks which were unmistakably male (they were a little bit hairy and had a squat, muscular shape) was absolutely fascinating and a marked contrast to the vaginal sex I was used to. That such a large organ could enter an anus was also remarkable to me and I stared at it, absorbed by the thought of how deep it was pushing into the other man's body. Perhaps the guttural smell of their sex was of further intrigue, again in how different it was from the feminine aromas I was used to during my own lovemaking, but I don't remember clearly enough to be sure of that.

I do remember feeling surprised – in my innocence, I suppose – that the slowly moving cock which I was so captivated by was, in spite of which orifice it was penetrating, largely clean. Its swollen length was glistening with a sticky wetness, and in retrospect I now realise they must have brought some lube with them, but the liquid on it was undisputedly clear and certainly wasn't the colour I'd expected.

And yet, as enthralled as I was by what they were doing, it didn't seem to be much fun for either of them. They just writhed together, their eyes narrowed and their mouths grimacing, one man pushing his rear back against the other man's grinding hips. Although joined together physically and both clearly aroused by what they were doing, they looked emotionally distant; enduring rather than enjoying their homosexual version of lovemaking.

So I'd quelled the interest I had in watching their sex, and quietly left them to suffer together in their private moment of intimacy. I eased myself out of the door and went off to retrieve our coats from someone else's bed.

Following my brief glimpse of the two students, I guess I had formed the absurd assumption that sex between men is always similarly passionless and mechanical. It was utterly ridiculous, I now realised, to tarnish the entire spectrum of homosexual relations with the brush of one fumbling encounter between two inexperienced students at a party, and to assume that only heterosexual sex could have emotional intensity.

In any case, the thought came to me, there on the riverbank, that the two guys writhing around together on the bed had probably been stoned; so off their heads on some drug or other that they'd barely been able to hitch their trousers down enough for the one guy's cock to find its way into the other's backside, never mind show any enthusiasm towards what they were doing. That would explain, I mused, why they had been completely oblivious to my presence as I'd stood watching them from the doorway.

I could now see that, had the guys on the bed been more animated together – perhaps had been rapaciously enjoying an 'anal sixty-nine' together like the one that had so aroused my attentions on the internet – the mental processes which I was now working through might have been triggered many years earlier.

On second thoughts I mused, as I walked along the overgrown river bank past the little fruit shop and the KFC on the corner, perhaps such a thing would have disgusted me back then. The sight of two lads licking each other's backsides would most likely have horrified me: I'd have simply had no conception as to how enthralling such an activity could be when it was conducted one male to another and would have been utterly appalled at what I was witnessing them doing to one another.

The likelihood was that I had needed to experience for myself the powerful allure of rimming. If it hadn't been for the tantalising odour between Guy's buttocks as he'd straddled me in the hotel; if I hadn't been compelled to disregard every rational voice in my head and lean forward and inhale the thick, raunchy scents in the tangle of hair between his cheeks, I might never have even suspected that sex could have this extra dimension to it.

I crossed the bridge over the river then walked up through the town. The High Street wasn't very busy and the air was crisp and fresh. I stopped for a coffee near the church and, in spite of the chill, I drank it outside on one of the tables and chairs they'd set out.

As I was drinking my coffee, I decided I would ask Debbie if she was ready for us to meet up. We'd been e-mailing each other for a few weeks and it was clear that we got along pretty well. I knew a nice pub in Kettering, about halfway between where we both lived, and we could have a meal there and a few drinks without it being too formal and uncomfortable.

I hoped that there would be an obvious attraction between us – not love at first sight, which I didn't believe in, but at least a feeling that some sexual chemistry could develop between us. I certainly liked the look of her from the photos she'd sent me, and she'd commented in one of her e-mails that I looked 'cute' which I'd taken as an intended compliment and tried not to feel patronised.

I wanted to feel an attraction towards a woman and to know that she was attracted to me. I thought it would help me dispel – or at least control – the interest in other men which had taken such a hold of me.

I wanted to go back to innocently fantasizing about having sex with a woman when I masturbated instead of constantly having my thoughts drawn towards other men. I could accept that I had an interest in rimming members of my own sex and, since yesterday, that I might even like to have anal sex with another man, but I wanted to be able to put it into some perspective.

I didn't think it unhealthy that I'd discovered this fetish within myself – after all, there are far worse things to find oneself fantasizing about – but I wanted it to take a backseat to my more familiar heterosexual interests.

And I figured that meeting Debbie might help me achieve that.

Happy with my plan, I set off to walk back home through the park.

I hoped Debbie would find me attractive. Linda had said some very cruel things about my body, and in particular my penis and my supposed inability to use it effectively, in the last, dark days of our marriage. I'd known full well that she was speaking out of spite and that in better days we'd enjoyed a satisfying, if not exactly mind-blowing, sex life, but the jibes had nevertheless been hurtful and their memory was still sore.

During the few sexual experiences that I'd had with women since my divorce, I'd always been a little apologetic about my cock and balls – perhaps they really were so big that they looked, as Linda had put it, "deformed". None of the women I'd briefly dated had expressed any kind of dissatisfaction about my size or my performance, although one had found my aroused organ too thick to enter her fully. Nevertheless, I couldn't help but wonder if it was part of the reason I'd been so unsuccessful at maintaining a relationship.

I hoped that – if things developed far enough between – Debbie would like my genitals. I liked it when a woman rubbed my cock as I kissed her and played with her breasts. I liked to see her surprise at how much bigger I would grow as I hardened and thickened as she wanked me, and for her to start fingering herself as she did so. My hand would nuzzle between her legs and take over from hers, our fingers working on each other with the same rhythm. And then I'd replace my fingers with my cock and she'd cry out in pleasure from the feel of it thrusting inside her.

It felt good to be with a woman like that and I wanted it to happen again.

Finding myself needing a pee from the coffee I'd drunk in town, I made a stop at the park toilets. It was getting dark and the small, cottage-like building looked ominous, but I was pretty desperate and so I walked into the gloomy doorway.

Two men were standing at the urinals, not pissing but just standing there facing ahead, and so I made my way into a cubicle. The small stall was dimly lit from a small insect-filled ceiling light and I could see that the walls were smattered with graffiti.

Some of the space was taken up with a smattering of scrawled messages trying to orchestrate sexual encounters. Among them I spotted one which read: "COCK FUN HERE SUNDAY! LET'S OF AN ORGY!"

I almost flinched, shocked that someone would write such a thing: how could anyone make the rudimentary mistake of writing 'of' instead of 'have'?

Most of the walls, though, were filled with crude cartoon-like drawings. I searched among them for anything which might suggest that the sort of men who frequented these toilets were into rimming. Aside from the multitude of caricatured sketches of cocks and balls, any drawings showing sexual activity between men were restricted to a handful of blow-jobs and a more generous helping of penetrative encounters in various positions.

I wondered if, perhaps, the act of rimming was held in too high esteem to have its erotic power debased and sullied in a place like this.

Then I happened to spot some guy's claim to have given another man a 'rim-job' here. As well as the recording fact he'd used his tongue on a stranger's anus, for some reason he'd found it necessary to add the date and time.

Reading his scrawled admission, I decided that I didn't like the term 'rim-job'. As I unzipped myself and fumbled my awkward girth out through my fly, I mused that the term belittled what was for me an intense and erotic way of connecting intimately with another man. It made what could be a deeply meaningful act sound cheap and inconsequential. It was the sort of term, I felt, which could only apply to a fumbled encounter in a public toilet – a blow-job round the front, a rim-job round the back, then cocks cleaned off with a tissue and both guys on their way.

Not my idea of a good time.

As I pissed into the toilet bowl and steam rose up from it in the cold air, I looked at a drawing of two men having anal sex above the cistern. They were in what I thought of as the classic homosexual position: one man on all fours, the other kneeling behind him holding his partner's hips while he buggered his arse. The drawing was amateur and showed little discernible skill – subject matter aside, Jake could have drawn better when he was about four – but I found myself studying the guy who was doing the penetrating and wondering if I could do the same thing.

I was certainly attracted to the idea – the events of the previous day had proven that – but could I actually do it?

I'd never had anal sex with any woman I'd slept with. I figured that since she had a hole which nature had designed for penetration, why settle for anything else? In any case, the idea of buggering a woman didn't turn me on at all. I liked sex with a woman to be romantic and affectionate and the idea of involving her anus as a sexual organ didn't sit right with me. I didn't think she would feel any pleasure from having me inside her back there and a mutual enjoyment of physical contact was, for me, was a vital part of lovemaking.




A Walk in the Park



But anal sex with a man: that would be a wholly different prospect. Unconstrained by my heterosexual ideal of sex as an act of love, a sexual act with a member of my own gender could be more expressive and uninhibited. There'd be no kissing or caressing, no whispering of affections: I'd just use his arse like a masturbatory aid – grabbing his hips like the guy in the drawing to hold him steady while I pleasured myself.

I was well aware that, unlike women, men did experience pleasure from being anally penetrated. Not just gay men, who probably in part enjoyed being physically connected to another man, but straight men could also become sexually excited from being entered from behind. It was something to do with having a bundle of nerve endings behind the prostate gland and was the reason why it was not uncommon for men to find themselves showing customs officers rather more than they'd bargained for during body cavity searches. 

I imagined myself as the guy mounting the other in the drawing, my cock sliding in and out of the other man's backside and the two of us sweating and panting as we worked up a rhythm against each other. We'd both be groaning in pleasure: me from the feel of his tight moist arsehole clamped around my thrusting cock and from the heady, raunchy smell of him being sodomised; him from the excitement of having such a large manhood inside him, stretching him open and driving in long, rapid strokes deep into his innards.

Of course I could do it. And of course I would love it.

I finished pissing, and shook the last drops from my cock into the toilet bowl.

The door of the next cubicle banged closed and there was a fumbling of clothes and zips. I hadn't heard anyone come into the toilet block and so I figured it must be one of the guys who had been at the urinals. Perhaps he'd found he couldn't piss in front of the other man and so had retreated to the cubicle.

But then I heard whispering and realised that both men had gone into the cubicle.

I suddenly felt stupid for not having figured out instantly what the two of them had been doing standing side-by-side in silence at the urinal. They were cruising for sex and now they'd hooked up together.

Intrigued, after zipping myself up I sat down on the toilet, wondering what might happen. I noticed a hole about the diameter of a beer bottle had been carved out in the partition between the cubicles and tentatively peered through it.

In the gloom of the next stall, I saw that one of the men was sucking the other man's cock. Even in the near-darkness, I could see that the cock was large and impressive and curved upwards into the mouth of the bobbing head which was eagerly devouring it. The coldness had certainly not affected his size!

I felt uncomfortably voyeuristic watching the men enjoying what should have been a private act and was about to get up and leave them to it, when the guy's face suddenly pulled away from his friend's cock and turned to face me through the hole.

Panicking at being seen, I ducked down out of view. I had visions of him turning on me for spying on them, dragging me out of the cubicle and beating me up.

But instead I heard him whisper something.

I looked back through the hole at his face peering at me. He was young-looking with stubble. One of his front teeth was chipped. He asked in a gruff whisper, "You wanna come in with us?"

I shook my head. This was way too fast; way too soon.

I whispered, "Sorry... but... I've never done this before."

He smiled like he'd heard that one a few thousand times before and then turned to his friend's cock, still throbbing level with his face. After stroking it a few times, still slick with his spit, he turned back to me and said, "What are you into?"

At first I had no idea how to respond. What was I into? But suddenly an idea flashed into my head.

I said, without foreseeing any serious prospect he would comply: "I want to see you rimming him."

After what had happened in the library, I was anxious to watch what his reaction would be. Part of me expected him to recoil in horror and order me out of the building, much like Silas the Chief Librarian had.

But he didn't. He just threw me a mischievous smile, as if to acknowledge I was rather less innocent than I tried to seem, and then asked, "That's what you're into?"

I nodded. Well I was.

He smiled more broadly, as if what I was asking breached the normal rules of etiquette in such places, and then looked up, his mouth a wicked grin, at his friend.

I wondered if I may have been mistaken as to why references to rimming were so uncommon on the cubicle walls. Perhaps, far from it being viewed with such deference that it was rarely performed between strangers in such places, it was instead scorned as the most base of sexual acts between men. Contrary to being the queen of intimate contact, it was the whore.

The stubbled guy's expression said it all: what I was asking was out of the ordinary and, however decadent he regarded my request, he was also amused and titillated by it.

He stood up and the two men's erections pointed towards one another. The guy with the stubble had a cock which was pretty average in length but the shaft was coursed with a labyrinth of prominent veins. His friend's cock looked much larger in comparison and its bulbous head was like a fat red helmet which glistened from a steady ooze of clear liquid. I was starting to enjoy the wealth of different shapes and sizes of other men's cocks. Whereas once they had been of little interest to me, other than to make me uncomfortable by highlighting my own unusual endowment, now I was beginning to recognise that they were – especially in the erect state – quite fascinating.

The men whispered something together – perhaps checking matters of personal hygiene – and then the stubbled guy's face reappeared at the hole, looking more serious.

He whispered, "Show us your knob!"

I wasn't sure why he wanted me to expose myself to him but I supposed it was a reasonable request given what I was asking them to perform for me.

I stood up and undid my jeans. Hitching the front of them down along with my boxer shorts, I revealed myself to him, feeling a few twangs of my usual self-consciousness. My cock was still mostly flaccid and it looked smaller than usual in the coldness of the toilets – just five or six inches as it hung over my large and heavy balls. I jerked the foreskin back and forth a couple of times, as if trying to arouse it, and then ducked back down to see his response.

He was grinning and gave me the thumbs up. He obviously liked what he saw.

How bitterly ironic it would be if only other men found my cock attractive.

He turned and started eagerly sucking his friend's cock again. His technique was assured and confident and betrayed his obvious experience at servicing other men orally. He swept his mouth up and down the other man's large erection, making occasional slurping noises and glancing over at me to check that my eye was still watching them through the hole.

The other guy grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth with long, deliberate thrusts. The stubbled guy enjoyed being used like this and made a moaning sound to express his approval.

While it was enjoyable to watch these two apparent strangers having oral sex in front of me, what they were doing wasn't quite what I'd asked for. I began to wonder if the definition of 'rimming' was somewhat broader than the internet had led me to believe.

I fondled my cock as I watched what looked like a highly proficient blowjob being performed. It was only semi-erect and still felt a bit sore from the previous night.

The stubbled guy pulled away from the cock and started licking the other man's balls. They were large and hairy and I guessed they would smell quite sweaty. The man being licked started masturbating his cock as his nuts were taken, one at a time, into his friend's mouth.

Then the guy pushed his face underneath the other man's nut-sack and started licking between his legs.

I could now see where this was headed. He'd just been taking the scenic route.

The man being licked yanked his trousers and underwear further down so that he could open his legs wider. He raised one leg, supporting himself on the toilet seat, and held his large scrotum out the way so that his friend had better access to what lay behind it.

Now my own cock started stiffening. This was going to be good.

The stubbled guy pushed his face between the other man's legs and started hungrily licking at the hairy cleft which was being presented to him. I thought I saw him recoil a little – perhaps the other man was more whiffy than he'd expected – but he kept going, chafing his friend's thighs with his stubble as he pushed his face further forwards.

I started masturbating, so excited to see another man doing what I had enjoyed so much; what I was sure I would soon enjoy again.

The stubbled guy pulled away from between the other man's legs and looked through the hole at me again.

He grinned at me, anal hairs on his teeth, and said "Let's see your knob again."

I stood up and showed him the effect that what I'd witnessed had had on my cock. It was much larger than when he'd first seen it, but still not fully erect. I jerked it a few times for him, showing him my foreskin easing back and forth across the fat swollen head, and then knelt back down to look through the hole.

He smiled and showed his surprise at how large it had grown with a flick of his eyebrows. "Nice!"

Then he pulled away from the hole again and gestured to the other guy to turn around. He did so, exposing his pale but quite firm-looking buttocks to the stubbled guy's face, and then bent forwards over the toilet.

My cock hardened and lengthened further in my hand as if to show its approval.

The stubbled guy grinned at me again and then turned back towards the arse in front of him. He extended his tongue, glanced back towards me with another sly smirk, and then pushed it slowly into his friend's hairy crack. At first he licked tentatively between the cheeks, as if exploring the delicious tastes within, but then started jabbing his tongue more deliberately, right where his friend's hole would be lurking.

I so desperately wanted to be in his place, but I was too afraid to go into their cubicle with them.

The guy being rimmed opened his legs wider, then squatted forwards and directed his cock downwards. The stubbled guy reached down to lick the dribble of dangling goo from his cock-head and then swept his tongue slowly up the throbbing shaft, across his plump balls and up inside his arse-cleft, tasting the entire length of his crevice with relish. He did it again, licking in a delicious line from the tip of the guy's cock-head to the tufts of hair at the top of his buttocks, and then for a third time while I wanked my shaft to full size.

Jesus, this was hot!

Abruptly the man being rimmed grabbed his friend's head and pushed his face into his arse-crack. He ground the other man's face between his cheeks, forcing his nose and mouth onto his anus. The stubbled guy seemed to like that and fed enthusiastically on the hot, moist hole he was being pushed into.

It was so arousing to see them like this; I was beating my cock quite quickly by now. It was like when Guy had grabbed my head while I was giving him a blow job so he could fuck my mouth with his cock; only here the guy was grabbing his friend's head so that he could have his arsehole fucked by his tongue.

The guy held his friend's head steady and moved his crack rapidly and roughly up and down against his face like he was wiping his arse against it. The stubbled guy fed hungrily on the crack as it swept up and down his face, the shuddering of his right shoulder betraying how quickly he was beating at his own excitement as he did so. I took my hand away from my own throbbing erection, fearing I was going to climax. I'd never seen such fervent, animalistic rimming. I hadn't known such a thing was possible.

The guy being rimmed bent further forwards, grabbed the cheeks of his arse with both hands, opened his crack as wide as he could and thrust his backside back against the other guy's face. The stubbled guy clamped his mouth against his friend's anus and I could tell from the way his cheeks were moving that he was sucking it as he licked it.

Maybe this was what was meant by giving a guy a 'rim-job'. Kind of like giving him a blow-job but you sucked at his arsehole rather than sucking his cock. Now I decided I liked the term; my cock was aching and yearning to be wanked again as I watched the stubbled guy's cheeks sucking with such passion at the hairy crack between the other man's buttocks.

He drew back and I his tongue emerged extended from the other man's arse. Had he really had his tongue inside the other guy's anus? Had he been fucking him with it?

He turned back to me and smirked at me. He stuck his tongue out, perhaps to show me that it was pierced or perhaps to flaunt the stray anal hairs on its tip.

He whispered, grinning again, "You wanna come in here? You can rim me while I rim him."

I was sorely tempted but too scared to agree.

What they were doing looked so intense and so powerfully erotic and yet what if we were caught having sex in so public a place... how would I explain the trouble I was in?

I shook my head.

The stubbled guy reached round to rub his own arse and whispered to me, "Have a whiff of what you're missing..."

He stuck a couple of fingers through the hole and I sniffed the strong odour of his backside on them. The rough, acrid smell had its usual effect on me, making my head spin and my cock throb, and I reached down to wank myself furiously.

I would go into the cubicle with them. We'd stand in a row, three men lined up with our mouths on each other's arses like a strange, contorting six-legged creature. And we'd beat ourselves off in our collective excitement as our tongues fucked in and out of the hot sweaty holes in front of us.

He withdrew his fingers from the hole and whispered, "You can lick my arse while I fuck him."

Oh my God – how fantastic would that be?

Involuntarily, I leapt up and, my feet wide apart on the dirty floor, making rapid sweeps up and down the length of my engorged cock with my whole hand in front of his peering eye. My large, bulging testicles were sticking forwards from the top of my trousers, like two reddened peaches as my fist beat against them with every stroke.

The mental image of me crouching behind him, licking his sweaty arse, his hairy bollocks and even the thickly veined shaft of his cock as slid in and out of his friend's slick anus was so arousing, so exciting, so –

I grunted as my cum shot forth and splattered across the cubicle wall in front of me.

I continued jerking my cock, releasing in thick ribbons the surprising amount of semen which had built up in my balls during the day.

I heard the guy in the next cubicle whisper, "Yeah! Fucking go for it, dude!" as he enjoyed my display.

Even in the fervour of my climax I registered with amusement that I'd just been called 'dude'.

When my nuts were spent and I'd fully milked the last gobs of ooze from my softening cock, I wiped myself with some of the coarse tissue that such places are too often stocked with. Then I wiped down the copious splashes I'd made on the partition – I wasn't sure if I was supposed to (is there a protocol about such things?) but it felt wrong for me to leave my mess splattered across the wall for someone else to find.

After I'd tucked myself away and zipped myself up, I glanced back through the hole to see what the men were now doing.

As I'd expected, the stubbled guy's cock had now claimed the prize which his tongue had so profusely lubricated. The men were fucking in earnest – getting down to the business they had no doubt intended before I had diverted them with my eccentric request. The stubbled guy's hips were ploughing his condom-clad cock back and forth and the arse in front of him was being pushed rhythmically back against it such was the other man's eagerness to receive it. Their hands were groping at each other – the stubbled guy massaging his lover's stomach and wanking his throbbing erection; the man being fucked reaching back to pull the stubbled guy's arse towards him as if wanting his cock to bore its way even deeper inside him. 

They looked extremely erotic together in the gloom of the toilet stall, writhing against each other in their shared carnal pleasure. I felt my own organ starting to harden again as I watched them cavort together, marvelling at how much passion and excitement they could derive from the simple sliding of a cock in and out of a backside. They were panting and sweating, gasping and grunting, and their feet stumbled together beneath the partition, both men's boots facing forwards. 

I was tempted to stay and watch them, perhaps masturbate for a second time or even ask to join them so that I could take up the stubbled guy's invitation to rim him while he buggered his friend. It was hugely enticing to know that I could right here and right now experience again sexual intimacy with my own gender, and perhaps even coax one of the men into licking my own backside. And yet, apart from my reluctance to do something so risky, I was aware that the time was getting late and Jake would be already be home from college. 

As I left the toilet block and headed back home, I thought about what I had seen and how aroused it had made me feel. I knew I wanted to rim another man – it was now a matter of 'when' rather than 'if' – but now I was starting to feel that I wanted to take it further and have anal intercourse with him. I had to work out how I was going to engineer an encounter between me and the right man. By that I wasn't thinking of the proverbial 'Mr Right' – far from it. I was thinking of someone who would want to have sex with me but who wouldn't want any kind of relationship with me or commitment from me. I didn't want a gay lover but rather someone like Guy had proven to be – straight for the most part but who enjoyed having sex with other men with no strings attached.

But how do you go about finding someone like that? Personal ads on the internet? Graffiti in public toilets?

Perhaps a message to Guy through Jake might still be the easiest way.

I couldn't help but wonder, however, if meeting Guy again would prove to be anticlimactic after so many hours reliving every minute detail of our brief tryst and so long spent fantasizing about what else might have happened between us. I worried that, after such intense anticipation, a second get-together with him might bring with it all the disappointments of a bad movie sequel: one of those which followed a film which had been so enjoyable that it was impossible to foresee how comprehensively they could screw things up.

Would a follow-up encounter between us turn out to be a 'Terminator 2', or end up being more of a 'Speed 2'?

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When I got home and while tea was cooking, an e-mail from Debbie suggested that we meet up for a drink in a pub one evening. As I'd just been about to suggest the same thing to her, I regarded the coincidence as a good omen. She asked me to suggest somewhere convenient to both of us, so I recommended the pub in Kettering.

Her diary was quite full – far fuller than mine ever gets – and she didn't have a free evening until the week after next.

I'd had too many disappointments from meeting people through the internet to consider our date, if one could call it that, too optimistically, but Debbie looked nice in her photo and sounded funny in her e-mails and so I couldn't help but wonder if maybe there might be hope for the two of us.

After Jake had finished work for college and we were watching television, during one of the commercial breaks I mentioned to him that I was going to meet someone.




A Walk in the Park



"Another one?" he asked wearily, as if Debbie was the latest in a very long succession of failed relationships.

I let it pass and went on, "Debbie sounds really nice. She works in a vet's surgery."

I thought this might awaken a glimmer of interest in Jake as he was quite interested in animals, but he seemed too bored by the idea of his dad having a potential woman in his life to let any kind of reaction show.

I said, "Well, we're having a meal together a week next Wednesday."

He nodded, his face still concealing his opinions, if he had any. "Cool. I'll go over to Dan's."

"What about your tea?"

He shrugged. "His mum'll cook something."

It never ceased to amaze me how other lads' mums could rustle up food at the drop of hat. I needed months of warning if Jake was going to invite his friends home with him.

He looked up at me. "Can you pick me from there? When you and her are through."

"When we're 'through'?" I laughed. "You make it sound like it's going to be just a single date."

Jake didn't seem to be in a mood for humour. It seemed as if, for some reason, he'd formed an opinion against Debbie, or perhaps didn't like the idea of me having a girlfriend, if it ever came to that. It was strange for him to behave like this: he'd never previously expressed any kind of animosity towards any of the women I'd dated since his mum left.

I said, "I'm meeting her after work so it'll be about nine-ish when I pick you up. Not much later than that."

He nodded, his expression still inscrutable.

I could see I was going to get nowhere with him if I tried to pursue this.

I love Jake to bits – he means everything to me and I should probably let him know that more often than I do – but sometimes he can be so bloody infuriating.

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Next story: Medical History

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A Walk in the Park



Claire smiled as she breathed in the scent of the lilacs. The perfumed air was heavenly in late spring. She returned to her reading, careful to keep the front cover of her book lowered to her thighs: Penthouse Letters Volume 16. She was far enough from her downtown office to narrow the chance of a coworker coming across her Friday afternoon indulgence of erotica among the flowers.

Jack watched the object of his lust with wide eyes. There she sat on the park bench on the National Mall while common sweaty joggers passed by on their late afternoon circuit. She was oblivious to their frenzied motions. She seemed to be lost in thought while reading under the sun and as Jack watched, a small bead of summer's heat drizzle down her neck and into the valley between her tanned breasts.

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since he'd first laid eyes on her. It had begun innocently enough, in the elevator of their building. She had been in a hurry, iced chai in hand, when she rushed into the elevator and soon after, into his fantasies. Three more employees funneled into the elevator after her and she had shifted two steps back to allow them ample room. In the process she closed in on Jack's personal sense of space, the small of her back pressed momentarily against his stomach and previously undisturbed member. Jack came alive in that moment, her presence electrifying his. He was hooked, drawn into her, twisted around and ready to do anything she asked. That she was unaware of the devotion she inspired mattered little.

He'd found several excuses to cross her path since then. He knew when she entered the building each morning and had positioned himself to enter their office building nearly simultaneously to her arrival and they shared the elevator again and again. Each morning ride created a little jolt of happiness and arousal within Jack. Once, she'd spoken to him, "I like your tie. Very nice"." He managed a husky "Thanks." , but was unable to articulate anything of substance. His eyes met hers and he hoped they could convey all that his faltering tongue could not. Hers twinkled warmly in reply, but were hard to read for meaning.

Jack was out of control. He wanted Claire; wanted to touch her, taste her, feel her from the inside out and show her the pleasures his mind had turned over again and again in his fantasies. He felt his cock stiffen as his desires surged. Claire recoiled back on the bench; a bee buzzed close to her shoulder. In the movement, she lifted her arms and for the first time Jack got a direct view of the cover of the book. He blinked and his throat went dry. She was reading Penthouse! Holy shit! It was too much for Jack and he closed his eyes momentarily and attempted to breathe slowly. His arousal level was so intense he had trouble keeping his balance. He was possessed with a desire that could not be stalled; could not be contained and on impulse he walked closer to Claire, approaching her from behind.

Claire resumed reading, the momentary fear of a bee sting lost in the breeze that carried the would-be attacker away. The narrative was incredibly arousing, detailing a passionate sex scene between two close female friends who'd discovered their mutual attraction on a weekend spa retreat. With each descriptive sentence Claire felt the heat between her thighs intensify.

Suddenly, there was a quiet masculine voice directly behind her. Deep and husky, it spoke to her.

"Must be a good story.", the man stated playfully.

Caught! She was caught! She dared not turn around and look the stranger in the eye.

"Please don't turn around," he continued. "Close your eyes and put out your hand as I only want to please you."

She knew the voice. But from where? In her embarrassment she could not focus clearly on putting a face with the rugged orator. And then it hit her: the gentleman from the elevator. She'd seen him several times; a handsome man she'd estimated to be between mid thirties and mid forties with a smile that made her insides do a bit of a flip flop. 

He leaned in closer to her neck and his tongue trailed her earlobe. He pulled it back quickly before dropping his voice to a whisper, "I only want to please you."

And then again with urgency, "Please." He was gently panting in her ear.

Claire made her decision with little hesitation. She closed her eyes and put out her left hand, now trembling.

Jack felt his balls ache. It was too much. She had actually complied. She had complied. She had complied. Now he was drunk with power.

He took her hand, noticing the tremble.

"I won't hurt you. There is nothing to fear. I only want to please you. You are so beautiful."

He tugged at her arm, indicating he wished her to stand. As he pulled her forward she began to follow, her purse and the corner of her book grasped in her right hand. As they walked, Jack began to detail his desire for her.

"I've been watching you. Every day this week. I watched you on Monday when you wore those sexy black suede heels. I love your the definition of your calves."

"I watched you on Tuesday when you wore the red skirt, slit up the back, and imagined it was an invitation you'd crafted especially for me. You are so desirable."

"I watched you on Wednesday when you laughed in the courtyard while chatting on the phone, your lips forming a perfect union, glistening and seductive. Your face is so beautiful."

"I watched you on Thursday when you fed the birds that lull about the courtyard. Your gentle kindness is intoxicating."

"And I've watched you today as you've been reading your novel, your studious focus drawing my attention."

Claire listened intently as Jack's words dripped with desire. The man expressed an all consuming lust that she'd never been the recipient of previously. It was incredible and it filled her with a rush of pleasure. They crossed a street and then after a short walk, another. She felt the sun recede and had the sense they were in an alley of sorts.

Jack's motion slowed and he spoke again. "I've taken you just out of view, but you'll have to trust me."

Claire gasped as Jack's movement became more aggressive. He pressed her against a wall. It was cool against her skin; brick. His hands moved quickly to unbutton her blouse enough to slip his hands inside and then he grasped her breasts, stroking her nipples with his thumbs through her satin bra. They stiffened in response and Claire moaned gently.

Jack leaned into Claire and and kissed her forcefully. His tongue darted around hers before retreating slowly back into his own mouth, daring her tongue to follow. Claire could give it as good as she was getting it and her tongue stormed the barrier of his lips and wrestled with his. To kiss, to be kissed, to be fondled in an unknown alley with her eyes tightly shut was unbelievable. Whatever he wanted from her, Claire was ready to give.

She lost herself in the sound of traffic and the feel of Jack's warm hands on her breasts. Jack stepped away from her and she waited in anticipation for his next move.

It took a moment for her to realize he was gone. She began to cry, soft slow tears sliding down her cheeks. She was so aroused, brought near to the edge by a complete stranger and left unfulfilled.

She ached for him; loved him and hated him all at once. She buttoned her blouse and began the slow walk back to her office, not bothering to hide her tears.



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A Walk in the Park

Copyright © 2014 Charlie the Wanking Wanker and Kingswoman

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mhk555 has made a great offer to illustrate this story. Unfortunately it wasn't possible for him to finish the drawings in time for us to post this story for the Summer Lovin' competition but we hope to add them in and upload a fresh version of the story at some point soon.

Meanwhile Charlie says he tried to last the whole story without spunking but lost control at a certain point in the park toilets. He suggests you post comments telling us when you ended up spunking off on your first hearing. 

It's a lovely warm summer's day and I wake up this morning with a rather slick wet cunt, following a night when I had a very dirty wet dream. I am all hot and bothered when I wake from this disgusting dirty wet dream, sweating ... I MEAN glowing becomingly, and moaning dreadfully. I am moaning in distress OF COURSE because a Lady like myself is much too refined to get any enjoyment from a dirty explicit wet dream full of juicy fat meaty cocks dripping cum .... Anyway I get up from the wrinkled and tossed sheets on my bed, take a soothing shower then go back to my bedroom to put some clothes on. I am kinda hungry but not it seems for food, although I manage to stuff a banana in my mouth and suck on it a bit. The hunger I have is more the kind that I find can be satisfied by a good walk. This morning I plan on going for a nice long stroll in the park to fully enjoy this bright and breezy day.

I dress fittingly, in my usual elegant style . I wear a pair of white come-fuck-me high heels, black seamed get-your-big-hard-cock-up-my-cunt stockings and a come-screw-the-shit-out-of-me suspender belt. I pick out an above the knee flower print summer dress with a re-enforced top to cup my mouth-watering huge tits. I put on my makeup, painting on Rimmel's new rich red I-want-to-suck-your-thick-fat-fucking-meaty-cock lipstick onto my succulent pouting cock-sucking lips. My enormous juicy fucking knockers look fucking incredible showing plenty of cleavage as they spill out of my sexy summer dress.

At this point I want to make it perfectly clear that the reason for wearing a dress that barely covers my fantastic big juicy bouncy fucking tits is to give them a good healthy airing when I go for a walk in the park. It's certainly not for reasons of a sexual nature like flaunting my enormous suck-able tits at men in a teasing way that gives them a big hard long throbbing cock. That's also the reason why I won't be wearing any panties today. I want to give my lovely juicy slippery cunt a good airing if a soft breeze blows up my dress. This is purely for health reasons. Do I make myself clear?

I head off to the park and arrive at the park gates. I walk down the long winding path and see dog walkers and joggers with their big fat fucking cocks swinging about in their shorts as they run. People are sitting on park benches, enjoying this warm sunny summer's day.

There are plenty of lovely flower beds and rose bushes awash with so many marvellous colours. The birds are singing and my cunt is dripping, SORRY I mean it's a wonderful cheery day today. As I walk past a park bench that has a couple of men sat enjoying a nice cool drink, unexpectedly there is a rather strong gust of wind which blows my skirt up giving these men an eyeful of black stocking tops with pale thigh bulging over them and hot fuck-able cunt and my beautifully rounded arse as I try to pull my dress down over my shapely legs to cover myself up.

"Oh mind your dress," one man says. "Nice juicy cunt darling," says the other. I put myself straight and compose myself as I walk to a particularly pretty bed of flowers opposite to where these gentlemen are sitting. There is a large rose bush with many beautiful roses. I bend forward and take a rose in my hand to smell the lovely fragrant flower. As I bend forward my dress rises over my great arse. I slightly part my legs -- just to steady myself on the uneven grass, as you will remember I am wearing my white come-fuck-me high heels and these require spread legs for me to keep my balance.

I OF COURSE completely forget about these two men sitting behind me. While I am admiring this rose bush are they admiring my bush? I am not thinking about that in the slightest. As I look at the delicate petals on this rose are these gentlemen looking at the pretty petals of my pretty pink pussy lips? 'Oh God what's a girl to do, she cannot help it if when she bends over her pussy comes into view,' I think to myself.

As I am thinking this another gentleman comes along the path behind. He is elderly and tottering along, leaning on a walking stick. He totters over the grass, presumably also to smell the lovely spread of flowers on display. Imagine my disgust and horror when he bends over and sticks his face up my gorgeous arse! His nose goes into my luscious wet fragrant cunt and he sniffs deeply. In the shock of the moment, I am unable to help leaning back onto his big schnoz stuck in my sticky wet pussy. Oooh, ah, what a sensation. As he is elderly, he has quite a big schnoz and it sticks well in, deep down. 

"Aaaah, delicious!" says the old man. The silly old basket must have come out without his glasses that day. He stands up and totters off with a delirious smile on his face. 

I wipe the silly grin -- of shock -- off my own face and straighten myself as I stand back up. My knees are trembling and my cunt is throbbing after this totally shocking and dreadful occurrence. I turn around to look at the men that are sitting behind me, they both have grins from ear to ear and their hands in their pockets. I have a very good idea what these two dirty fucking sods are doing in their trousers. Giving their hard long limber cocks a good fucking rub, the filthy fucking wankers.

"I was just admiring these beautiful roses," I say sternly. The polite man says: "That certainly is a lovely spread of colour." The other says: "I agree. It's nice to see lovely spread legs, SORRY I MEAN spread cunt lips, I MEAN spread of flowers."

I say goodbye to these gentlemen and head off further into the park. As I walk away from them I hear one say: "FUCKING SHIT DID YOU SEE THE SIZE OF THOSE FUCKING TITS," and the reply of "I HAVEN'T SEEN TITS AS BIG AS THOSE FUCKING BASTARDS IN FUCKING AGES THOSE TITS ARE FUCKING ENORMOUS."

I leave these men to their rude and disgusting pocket cock fiddling antics and walk towards a more secluded part of the park. After having that big old nose stuck up in it, my cunt is wet and my thighs are squelchy on the top. I must make clear to you that this could not possibly be because I am at all excited at having a man's nose up my pussy or knowing that those two disgusting wankers were wanking off at the sight of the lovely spread laid out before them, as that kind of thing is totally not what a Lady like myself would find in any way exciting. 

I come to a long path with high hedges either side of the path. I walk up this path enjoying my lovely day in the park. As I walk I see a man in the distance wanking towards me, SORRY WALKING towards me.

As he gets nearer I can quite clearly see that the filthy fucking bastard is eyeing up my enormous fucking tits. Then I get the shock of my life, the dirty bastard puts his hands down to his trousers and undoes his zipper and pulls out his long fucking thick oh fuck juicy ooh fucking hell fat throbbing cock. The filthy fucking shit is flashing his oh huge long ooh meaty fucking cock at me as he continues to walk towards me.

Then the horny disgusting flasher takes hold of that big throbbing ooh fuck fat long length of ooh shit horny meaty cock and proceeds to wank that fat long fucker of a ooh long juicy spunky prick.

"OH YOU FILTHY DISGUSTING BASTARD!" I scream at the dirty flasher, some saliva drooling down my chin off my Rimmel rich red I-want-to-suck-your-thick-fat-fucking-meaty-cock lipsticked lips. 

"Fancy a suck on this big motherfucker of a cock, sweetheart" says the dirty flasher still wanking himself off in front of me. 

"NO I FUCKING DON'T YOU DIRTY FUCKING PERVERT. I'M NOT THAT KIND OF A GIRL, PUT THAT BIG FAT LOOOONG THROBBING FUCKING OOOH MOUTHWATERING COCK AWAY YOU FILTHY BASTARD," I answer in complete disapproval while eyeing up his monster of a cock ... to make sure I can describe it in delicious detail later. When I make a police report. If I recover sufficiently to do so.

"Come on darling get those enormous fucking tits out," blatantly says the flashing wanking bastard. 

"MY HUGE TITS ARE GOING TO STAY WELL AND TRULY IN MY DRESS AND I'M CERTAINLY NOT GOING TO GET MY ENORMOUS FUCKING TITS OUT FOR A WANKING FLASHING BASTARD LIKE YOU TO FUCKING SEE," I reply wittily to the flasher's impertinent request.

"Oh come on be a sport, those big fucking tits are hardly in that dress anyway. Those huge bastard tits are bulging like fuck out of that inadequate dress," says the dirty flashing cunt. 

"I'M NOT FLASHING, I'M AIRING MY BIG TITS YOU FUCKING LITTLE SHIT. I'M ALSO AIRING MY JUICY WET HORNY CUNT. NOT THAT THAT HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU," I say scornfully. "YOU FILTHY DISGUSTING FUCKING COCKSUCKER," I say, hoping to offend the horny wanker.

I don't believe it, that just makes the flasher wank his big ooh throbbing ooh fucking cock even harder. I walk on past the disgusting pervert and head off up the path. "OH COME ON GIVE ME A QUICK FLASH OF THOSE ENORMOUS MOTHERFUCKING TITS," the stupid dick shouts. 

"FUCK OFF YOU DIRTY PERVERTED WANKER," I shout back in a ladylike manner as I walk up the path away from the wanking flasher.

I look back and see that he still has that long large oh ooh fat meaty pole sticking out in front of him and the dirty bastard is still wanking the fuck out of that ooh big throbbing ooh long length of ooh fucking cock.

I come to a clearing and sit down flustered on a park bench not believing that I have just had a nose stuck up my cunt and been flashed at by a long fat juicy ooh throbbing length of meaty cock. I get my phone out to at least report the filthy fucking flasher in the park to the police. I remember then that there is a camera on my phone and wish I had had the presence of mind to snap a shot of that oooh big fucking ooooh oh meaty enormous flashing cock for future reference. 

I get through to the community police officer for the park and the surrounding area. Her name is WPC Perkytits. I explain how I have just been flashed at by a flasher with a big cock.

"Ok madam that park is a hotspot for flashing wankers with big cocks," she says in a sympathetic voice. I of course had no idea of this when I set out for the healthy airing of my boobs and cunny in this park where I often take a healthy walk. "Does he have dark hair?" she asks "Yes," I reply. "Curly dark hair." "Does he have blue eyes?" WPC Perkytits asks. "Um ... I am not sure," I reply. (To be honest, I did not really look at his face at all because in these situations you are in such shock that your eyes remain on the filthy disgusting huge ooooh meaty fucking huge dick being waved about at you. Not that I have a lot of experience in these things, y'unnerstand.) "Does he have a huge long meaty throbbing fat fucking 10 inch long cock?" she asks, "OH YES THAT'S THE FILTHY FUCKER!" I reply. "And was he wanking the fuck out of that huge motherfucker of a cock of his?" she asks, "OH YES HE WAS DEFINITELY WANKING THE FUCK OUT OF HIS LARGE LONG OOOOH THICK THROBBING COCK OF HIS OOH FUCK YES!" I reply.

"Are you getting all of this down WPC Perkytits?" I ask, "Oh yes madam I'm definitely getting my panties down," replies the police officer excitedly. "I know who this flasher is madam, we have reports on our system and pictures of the offending cock," the WPC continues. "Believe me, madam, us WPC's come down very hard on the big cocks of these flashers and filthy fucking perverts that blight that park," the policewoman assures me.

"Ok then I will leave that disgusting filthy huge cock in your capable hands, officer," I say to the policewoman. "Oh yes rest assured, madam, that I will deal with his big fat throbbing fucking cock with my own capable hands," replies the WPC.

I put my phone away in my bag and head off to the ladies toilets to freshen up and to take pleasure ... I MEAN stock of what has just happened. As I walk gusts of wind keep blowing my dress up and exposing my hot slippery damp pussy. People passing by are getting a good eyeful of my stockings and suspenders not to mention my neatly trimmed snatch. I am feeling very flushed. In all kinds of places where a Lady does not of course feel things, no not at all. So I am badly in need of attention to ... settle my nerves. 

I eventually reach the ladies toilets. Hopefully I can have a good go at ... freshening myself up without any more distractions. I go into the ladies toilets and see a girl over by the sinks washing her hands. She is dressed like a filthy spunk slut: very high heels, black fishnet stockings and suspenders pulled up over her shapely legs and thick thighs, a very short skirt that doesn't cover her stockings, and a low-cut top. At first I think I am looking in a mirror, then I realise that her tits aren't as big as my massive jugs. And fuck me, she does look like a real spunk dumpster of a whore, whereas I am of course dressed like a real Lady. 

She turns around to face me as I enter and her eyes nearly pop out of her head as she sees my enormous bastard tits bulging like fuck out of my dress. "Hello," she says, still eyeing up my colossal tits. "Hello," I answer politely. "Are you ok you look a little hot," the short skirted whore asks. I am fanning myself with my handbag by now. "You wouldn't believe what has just happened to me," I respond. "A filthy huge cocked flasher has just whipped out his long juicy oh fuck throbbing fat ooh fucker of a cock in front of me and he began wanking himself off," I tell the cock slut.

"Was that down that long footpath with hedges along both sides?" the spunk whore asks. "Yes it was," I answer. I give my huge bulging tits a boost with my hands as she is continuing to stare at them. "Yes that horny bastard has just flashed that big motherfucker of a dick at me too," says the slag.

"I've come in here to freshen myself up and to calm down from seeing such a huge thick cock, I MEAN calm down from being disgusted by that dirty perverted bastard," I say as I go over to the sinks. 

"I hope you don't mind me asking but how big are your fucking tits?" asks the cock-sucking slut still gawping at my bulging cleavage. "My bra size is a 34 double G cup," I tell the big tits obsessed slut. "FUCKING HELL THAT'S FUCKING ENORMOUS!" squeals the cock hungry whore. "Yes my tits are on the large size," I say, "You're not fucking joking are you they are fucking obscene bulging out of that skimpy fucking dress of yours, I've never seen such an enormous pair of fucking knockers in all my fucking life," says the dick sucking slut in disbelief at my bra size.

"Oh by the way my name is Karen," says this cum slurping tart. "My name is Jenny," I say politely. Still eyeing up my great set of tits the spunk guzzling whore asks "Can I have a feel of your huge juicy tits please. I've never felt a pair of tits as enormous as your big fuckers before."

"Ok go on then, but if you're going to handle my huge fucking juicy tits then I think we better go into a cubicle for some privacy in case somebody comes in," I say, realising this is a cunt rubbing whore. I am just being sympathetic as I know what a state that poor cunt rubbing slag must be in after seeing that enormous wanging huge great big cock swinging in the summer breeze. I have a big pair of boobs ... I MEAN heart, I have a big heart. 

We both go into a cubicle and Karen lifts her hands and tentatively cups my big tits that are still in my dress. She stares at my cleavage in awe as she begins to grope and squeeze my massive fucking knockers.

"WOW" she exclaims as she bounces my jugs in her hands, "These fucking tits are fucking incredible, I bet you've had loads of tit-fucks and have had plenty of creamy fucking spunk splattered over them haven't you?" the tit groping slut continues.

I can feel my cunt juicing up under my dress as the dirty whore continues squeezing my fabulous tits. I let out light moans as I become more excited. The slut responds by pulling my dress down and my huge fucking tits burst out into her face. My nipples are hard and erect and I start to leak milk from my engorged nipples.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" the tart shrieks. "THEY ARE FUCKING MASSIVE AND FUCK ARE YOU LEAKING MILK FROM THOSE FUCKING NIPPLES?" the slut says excitedly as she greedily latches onto my nipple and sucks my enormous milky tits. The filthy bitch is drinking my milk as she is by now groping the fuck out of my very large fucking tits.

My pussy is streaming cunt juice down the inside of my thighs, I am that fucking turned on. "THAT'S IT YOU COCK SUCKING WHORE SUCK MY HUGE FUCKING TITS YOU DIRTY BITCH!" I say as Karen sucks on my bouncing tits. I look down and see Karen's face disappear between my big fat jugs as she squeezes my tits together. Milk is squirting from my nipples and going every fucking where.

I've never seen a woman so desperate for an enormous pair of tits before. Then she gets her luscious mouth around my other nipple and drinks the milk from that tit. I hike my dress up and shove three fingers up my sodden wet fucking cunt. "OOOH FUCK," I scream as I frantically finger-fuck my dripping cunt. 

"THAT'S IT, JENNY, FINGER YOUR FUCKING JUICY CUNT YOU HORNY BITCH," encourages the milk drinking whore. (Y'unnerstand, we are both overcome by the dreadful experience we have been through and grateful to find some sympathetic feminine support at a time like this. Boobs like mine need a lot of support.) 

Karen lowers her head and disappears up my dress. I take my fingers out of my creamy twat and lick my juices off of them, "OH FUCK MY CUNT IS TASTY," I say encouragingly, pretty sure this slut was about to find out just how tasty my cunt is. The whore buries her face in my sloppy twat and eagerly licks me out. I hold the slut's head as I smother my juiced up cunt on her cunt licking mouth. "FUCKING HELL YOU FILTHY WHORE YOU CERTAINLY KNOW HOW TO LICK A SLOPPY CREAMY CUNT, DON'T YOU," I shriek with excitement as the slag tongue-fucks my pussy.

I take my hands from her head and cup my big juicy tits and squeeze them to squirt milk out of them. My sensitive engorged tits are so full of fucking milk that I lift up one of my tits and suck my own nipple. I hungrily drink my milk as this whore laps up my overly excited cunt.

This bitch is a fucking cunt licking pro, she really knows her way around an erect clit and a juicy pink cunt. Then she comes from under my dress and says: "Bend over the toilet." I do as she says and as I bend over the toilet, the slut pulls my skirt over my arse cheeks.

"What are you going to do?" I ask, not knowing the intentions of this cunt licking champ. I was soon to find out. The horny whore puts her hands on my arse cheeks pulling them apart. Then I get another shock.

The filthy slag buries her face between my arse cheeks and begins tonguing my puckered arsehole. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" I scream at the pure filth of what this fucking tart is doing to my arsehole. My cunt is dripping so much cunt juice and my huge fucking engorged tits are dripping milk over the toilet and I have never been so fucking horny in all of my fucking life. Cuz I am a Lady after all. 




A Walk in the Park



I shove my arse back up into her face as she licks out my arse like her life depends on it. "THAT'S IT YOU ARSE LICKING WHORE STICK YOUR FUCKING TONGUE UP MY ARSE YOU FILTHY BITCH," I say, by now desperately fucking horny. The dirty tart tongues my arsehole with more vigour the filthier I talk to her. "SO YOU LIKE LICKING OUT A TASTY ARSEHOLE THEN," I taunt as she desperately licks my arse. "COME ON YOU SLUT, TONGUE FUCK MY ARSEHOLE!" I shout, bracing myself on the toilet as this whore presses her face between my arse cheeks licking my most intimate hole.

This horny slut sure is a keen licker. She most definitely is hungry for tonguing my arsehole. "THAT'S IT, YOU RANDY BITCH, LICK MY ARSE OUT YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE," I shout as I continue to enjoy the arse licking this dirty fucking slut is giving me. I am panting like fuck as I shove my arse even further back into this filthy tart's face.

After the cunt rubbing whore has given my arsehole a total tongue lashing we both stand up and Karen once again grabs hold of my huge sensitive milking tits. Then we hear somebody coming into the ladies toilets. We both stand quiet but the horny slut starts to kiss my neck as she continues to give my enormous tits a generous grope. I let out a low moan although trying to be quiet as a Lady does not like people to overhear her doing her business in the toilets.

We then hear someone go into the toilet next to us. I continue to let out low soft moans from the neck kissing and tit squeezing. Low moans then begin to come from the other cubicle. It becomes evident that the moans are coming from a man. Fucking hell there is a pervert in the ladies toilets and it's fucking obvious that the horny bastard is wanking himself off. Karen looks down towards a hole in the cubicle wall and I also look down towards the glory-hole.

To our disbelief a big bulging cockhead comes through the hole into view. Then inch by fucking inch of hard pulsating cock comes through the hole until a whole 10 inches of pure thick throbbing man meat is sticking through the hole.

"FUCKING SHIT!" I scream "LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT FUCKING BASTARD COCK," I continue to scream in total shock at the sight of this big cock. "WAIT A MINUTE I RECOGNISE THAT FUCKING COCK. THIS IS THE FUCKING COCK THAT WAS EXPOSED TO ME A SHORT TIME AGO," I shout out.

I then get another surprise. Karen drops to her knees and sinks her greedy cock-sucking mouth around this huge fucking prick quicker than you could say: "Suck my cock you filthy slut." Karen sucks off the dirty fucking flasher like the well versed cocksucker she clearly is.

I stand behind her with my back up against the cubicle wall. I look down over my large tits at this desperate cocksucker sucking the long meaty length. I put my hand under my dress and once again continue with finger-fucking my by now sloppy wet sodden cunt. I am in such a horny state watching this whore kneeling in her short skirt and black fishnets on the floor of the ladies toilets and sucking off this massive fucker of a dick.

Once that cock is nice and slick with saliva from the incredible talented cock-sucking that Karen was giving the pervert, Karen announces that she wants to be fucked by this cunt-buster of a cock. She opens her handbag and a whole stash of condoms falls out. I can only gape in admiration at the forethought of this cunt-rubbing cock-sucking arse-licking slag. Grabbing a giant-sized Trojan, Karen unwraps it and peels it over that massive huge dripping oooh fat meaty ooooh! cock sticking through the glory-hole. 

The slut stands up and bends over and backs herself onto that long throbbing length of cock. There is a horny look on her face as her cunt gets filled and stretched by that big dick. She then takes hold of my huge milky jugs and her face disappears between my very large fucking tits. "OOOH FUCK THAT COCK IS SOOO FUCKING BIG," the dirty tart says in a voice muffled by my enormous boobs as the pervert's humungous cock slips up into her cock hungry cunt. I watch in amazement, seeing the very short skirt she is wearing rise over her arse to reveal her stocking-topped legs and the cock disappearing into her hairy pussy. 

The slut is moaning and groaning from the hard fucking she is receiving. The harder this flashing bastard fucks her, the more desperate she gets and she squeezes and gropes my big tits even harder. The well fucked tart then takes a milk dripping nipple into her mouth and desperately sucks my enormous juicy tits. This milk guzzling whore is only making my cunt even wetter than it already is. I finger my fuck-hole even more frantically the hornier I get.

Milk is spraying and squirting from my engorged tits and going everywhere. The cock slut is close to coming as she drinks down as much milk from my nipples as she can. The whore then has a loud fucking orgasm and creams all over that long fucking cock. Karen's hot cunt slips off of that meaty throbbing cock. Fuck me there is so much cunt juice dripping off of the dirty bastard's dick. 

Seeing that enormous cock disappearing in and out of the cock whore's cunt I become desperate to have my own dripping cunt fucked by that fat fucker of a prick. Karen's face is a picture with a dreamy look on her face from the shuddering orgasm, my tit milk dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin as her face comes up from between my huge milky tits. Her body still shaking from the intense orgasm and I bet her cunt is still spasming.

I say: "Now it's my turn." I turn around and offer my fantastic arse up to this protruding hard cock. Karen takes hold of my arse cheeks and parts them. "I'm going to enjoy having this big juicy cock slipping in and out of my cunt," I think to myself. Then the spunk slut takes hold of the rigid cock and guides it between my legs. I brace myself on my white come-fuck me high heels for the cunt pounding I'm going to get. Then I feel the pulsing cockhead nudge my arsehole. I don't believe it, this is another shocking surprise I am having on this nice sunny day when all I set out for was a ladylike walk in the park! Karen is guiding this big slick cock towards my arsehole and not my dripping wet fucking cunt!

"OOH FUCK," I squeal as the cockhead slips into my anus and slowly up into my arsehole. "YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE!" I shout at Karen as she guides this huge long fat cock up the wrong hole. The dirty bastard is fucking my arse with gusto as he realises that his monster cock is deep in my arse.

Then Karen encourages the pervert to fuck my arse. "COME ON YOU HORNY BASTARD, SCREW HER TIGHT ARSEHOLE. SHE FUCKING LOVES IT HER CUNT IS FUCKING DRIPPING!" The whore shouts enthusiastically. I myself am getting into the rhythm of this hard arse-fucking I am getting, fuck I feel so horny.

"THAT'S IT YOU PERVERTED WANKER, FUCK ME, FUCK MY ARSEHOLE LIKE YOU FUCKING MEAN IT," I scream at the filthy arse fucking fucker. Karen has her hands on my arse cheeks and is pulling me back onto this big bastard cock. "RAM THAT HUGE FUCKER UP MY ARSE YOU STUPID WANKER!" I continue to shout.

The filthy flashing bastard is now fucking my arse really fucking hard. My fingers are a blur as I finger-fuck myself so fast and hard. I am close to coming and I can tell that this horny bastard fucking my arse is close as well. Then I feel a hot shudder as the big bugger shoots off in my arsehole. This sends me over the edge and my throbbing cunt squirts and splatters cunt juice out of my fucking twat, all over my slick fingers, down my legs over the black seamed stockings and onto the floor of the cubicle.

"FUCKING WOW," the fuck slut exclaims at the arse-fucking show she has just watched. The dirty flasher's long still throbbing cock slips from my arsehole and disappears back through the hole in the wall, the condom falls off onto the floor, full nearly to bursting of spunk -- luckily that fucking whore Karen has used an extra strong Trojan. I stand up wobbling on my high heels as I hold on to Karen to steady myself.

We hear the pervert's zipper on his trousers as he puts his huge horny cock back into his trousers. His cubicle door opens and "THANKS LADIES," says the cheeky bastard. Then he fucks off out of the ladies toilets.

Karen and I straighten ourselves out. Karen conscientiously tidies the condom into a handily placed bin and opens the cubicle door. We both walk out of the ladies toilets rather unsteady on our sexy legs from the hard fucking we have just been given. Karen's hair is mussed up and there is some cunt juice and milk drying on her left eyebrow. I wipe a hand over my face and it comes away smeared with Rimmel's rich red I-want-to-suck-your-thick-fat-fucking-meaty-cock lipstick. There is no sign of the flashing pervert, he is probably whipping his huge fat cock out and flashing at some other cock hungry slut, SORRY I MEAN some other poor unsuspecting Lady.

We both put our sunglasses on as we walk out of the ladies toilets and into the pretty park. Then the two men that I saw earlier by the rose bushes walk by. The polite one says "Are you enjoying your walk in the park? There is a lovely smell of fragrant flowers." The other says "Yes there is a lovely smell of juicy wet freshly fucked cunts and arseholes." They carry on walking with their hard bulging cocks in their trousers pointing the way.

The short skirted cock slut and I walk past the lovely flower beds and I invite her back to my place for some lunch. The tits loving tart accepts and we walk towards the park gates.

Well you can certainly pick up some interesting things while on a simple walk in the park. I will be offering a special lunch with a nice drink of milk to this cunt and arse licking slag -- I MEAN my new acquaintance. I may even invite WPC Perkytits over to take our joint statement. She can add it to her large collection of stories about that dreadful place which I had of course no idea is known as Flasher Cunt-Lovers' Park. 

The End.



A Walk in the Park



While there is no mention of age in this story, all characters are 18 and older. All of the characters in this story are fictional and any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be reproduced without the express written consent of the author.

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I was walking along the local park's skating path when she came skating by. She had long legs, a tight butt, thin waist and perky breast that just stood out. Her hair was shoulder length, brown and tinged with purple. She had on a tiny yellow pleated skirt, about the length of a cheerleader's skirt. She wore a tight white cotton woven sweater top with buttons down the front that clung to her body like a second skin and no bra. Her perky breasts stood out and her nipples clearly pointed under it.

As she came toward me, she looked at me and smiled. I turned as she passed and she did a little hop on her skates that caused her skirt to momentarily flip up to expose her gorgeous and firm butt only covered by the thread of her thong panties. I watched as she skated in a weaving pattern away. I thought to myself how lucky some young man was going to be or maybe had already been.

As I continued my walk, I began to fantasize. I saw myself standing in a secluded part of the park by a large tree with her crouched down, my cock in her warm, soft mouth and her right hand stroking me. Her tiny yellow skirt pushed up, her thong panties were gone and she was running the forefinger and middle finger of her left hand up and down her slit and also using them to lightly tap and tease her clit. 

She began to moan. The vibrations of her mouth added to the exquisite pleasure her tongue had been giving me as it circled the head of my cock. She removed her hand from my cock and brought it around to my butt. She began moving her head back and forth, guiding me deeper with the pressure of her hand. She stroked herself faster, inserting her two fingers into herself while rubbing her clit with her thumb. 

Her moaning increased, as did the speed of her head and the depth she was taking me. Her nose was now touching my pubic hair, my cock was down her throat and her tongue was licking my balls. I felt a pleasure that I had never felt before. 

The pace of her head got faster. I started pistoning my hips to match it, holding the top of her head with both of my hands. Her fingers were moving as rapidly on her pussy as her head was moving on my cock. She began to scream around my cock as her orgasm hit her. She thrust a finger of her right hand into my anus as she swallowed my cock back down her throat, pushing me all the way in and holding me there, her throat's sucking motion intense. I roared as I exploded into her. 

After what seemed like an eternity but was a few moments, she knew I was done. She took her finger from my anus and let my cock slide out of her throat, the head still in her mouth. She gave it a final suck and lick with her tongue and let it drop from her mouth. 

She looked up at me with a smile, licked her lips and said, "yum." 

I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her up to standing. I put my hands on both sides of her face, looked deeply into her eyes and gave her a passionate kiss.

My fantasy now had us sitting on a blanket, me nude, her still dressed in her yellow skirt and white top. She was stroking my cock and telling me that she had never actually done that before with a man. She had read about it on line and practiced with a hot dog. She was thrilled that she could give me so much pleasure with her mouth. 

I kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around me. I could feel her heat rise in her kisses. We lay down on the blanket as we kissed, the intensity and passion rising, she on her right side, me on my left, facing each other. Our bodies close. I felt the hard points of her nipples press into my chest. She threw her left leg over me, leaned back and looked at me in anticipation. 

I began to stroke her side, moving my hand in little circular patterns around but not onto her breasts, teasing and exciting her. I ran my forefinger lightly up the valley between her breasts, into the nook of her neck, under her chin and to her lips. She kissed my fingers and closed her eyes. I circled her lips with my fingers, running them up the side of her nose and onto her closed eyes, massaging them lightly. My fingers moved up the bridge of her nose and to her brow, with a slightly firmer pressure on her brow, and then to her temple, with a circular motion. 

I moved down her jaw line, into the nape of her neck and then to the top of her breast. My fingers drew slow circles around her breast, getting smaller and smaller with each pass, until reaching the outer edge of her areola. She drew a deep breath in anticipation. My movement slowed even more, barely touching, creating a heightened sensation as I approached her nipple. As I was about to touch it, I lowered my hand so that the flat of my forefinger lightly grazed the top surface of her nipple. 

She gasped... 

Then, with my thumb and forefinger, I rolled her nipple between them, increasing pressure almost to a pinch. She arched her back and thrust her breast forward as she groaned in pleasure. My hand went to her whole breast, massaging and caressing it. 

She rolled flat onto her back. I massaged both her breasts and kissed her deeply. As I broke the kiss, I rose slightly, looked into her eyes and began unbuttoning her top. She lay there looking into my eyes, a slight smile on her face. She lightly bit her bottom lip as I undid her top and opened it up, exposing her firm, perky and pointed breasts for the first time to any man's eyes. I smiled at her and she smiled back. 

I said, "They're beautiful." 

She wrapped her arms around me and drew me to a kiss. As we kissed, I began to caress her naked breast, her nipple grazing the palm of my hand, my fingers catching her nipple in their V and squeezing. I alternated between a full hand massaging her breast and my thumb and forefinger squeezing and lightly pinching her nipple. 

Never stopping with her breasts, I kissed her brow, her eyes, the tip of her nose, her left cheek, her chin, her right cheek and then her lips. I rose slightly and began kissing down her neck. I ran my tongue up and down her neck. As I reached the valley between her breasts, I repeated with my tongue what I had done with my hand, first forming a figure eight around both breasts and then circling one ever so slowly, the circles became smaller and smaller, drawing closer to her nipple. As I reached her nipple, I drew my head back slightly so that just the tip of my tongue would feather lightly across the top of it. 

She arched her back and let out a moan. 

I took her nipple fully into my mouth and sucked. She put her hand on the back of my head and pressed it down firmly as I passionately sucked, licked and chewed on her nipple and breast. I lifted my head and, tailing my tongue across her chest, I went to her other breast. I licked up the side of her breast, circled the nipple twice and began to suck, lick and chew on it, all the while massaging the other breast with my hand. 

Her hands were on the back of my head, pulling me tightly to her breast and signaling me that she wanted me to suck harder. I sucked deeply, her nipple and areola completely into my mouth. I bit down with my teeth, as if I was trying to devour her and swallow her breast whole. She screamed in pleasure and released the pressure on the back of my head. I eased up on her breast, releasing it from my mouth. I kissed the nipple of that breast, then the nipple of the other. I rose up and she drew me to her lips for a long and lingering kiss.

When we broke the kiss, I rolled back onto my side. She sat up and removed her top. She looked at her right breast and saw my teeth marks on it.

She laughed, pointed to them, called me a brat and said, "look what you did." 

I said to her, "you loved it." 

She laughed again, smiled wickedly and said, "yes I did." 

She told me that she was going to have some interesting explaining to do if anybody saw them.

She lay back down next to me, rolled onto her right side and began to caress my cock. I reached down and slid my hand up the back of her thigh, under her skirt to her butt cheeks. As she stroked my cock, I massaged her butt cheeks, running my fingers down between her checks and back to her inner thigh but never touching her anus or pussy.

I move my hand up again, this time slightly contacting her pussy lips. I felt her heat and moisture. On the way back down, I brushed her anus. She gasped and then I let my fingers slide down her slit. I ran the edge of my forefinger and hand up and down her outer lips, lightly pressing on them and letting her adjust to my touch. 

Her heat was rising and she arched back to my fingers to increase their contact. I reached deeper and the tip of my finger slid into her. She began to flex her hips slightly back and forth. She was getting very wet now. 

I turned my hand so that my thumb was at the opening of her pussy and my middle finger was at her anus. I slowly applied pressure to both. My fingers were wet with her juice. I rocked my hand back and forth slowly, alternating penetration until both sides relaxed and both fingers slid in easily. I brought my thumb and middle finger together and lightly squeezed the thin wall between them. I moved my hand so that both fingers slightly pulled out and then back in, rubbing the wall between them. I did not increase the pace and just slowly stroked her until she buried her head in my chest and let out a deep satisfied moan.

I kissed her, removed my hand and rolled her onto her back. She let go of my cock. I undid the button on her skirt, she lifted her hips and I slid it down her legs and put it to the side with her top. She lay there with her hair spread out framing her face, her arms at her side, her legs slightly parted, completely relaxed with an impish smile on her face. She raised her arms, reaching to hold me. 

I entered her embrace and kissed her lovingly. She began to roll me onto her, my body touching her body, my chest to her chest, my sex to her sex. She spread her legs so that I was between them. I lifted up slightly so that my weight was on my knees and arms. I rubbed my chest to her breasts, my nipples to hers. She grabbed my butt, urging me to enter her. 

I pulled back slightly, looked her in the eyes and said, "not yet." 

I kissed her and began licking and kissing and nibbling my way down her neck. I kissed and lightly nipped each nipple, then trailed my tongue in an "S" like pattern down to just above her belly button. I slowly circled her belly button, sticking my tongue in it, slightly tickling her. I worked my tongue down to just above the top of her pussy. 

I was bent at the knees, my body angled down, with my face just before her. I put my arms under her legs and lifted them softly, pushing them back and presenting her sex to me. I lowered my head and lightly blew a stream of air onto her. My head got closer and I could smell her scent. 

I extended my tongue and began licking at the base of her pussy, running my tongue up and down her slit. When I got close to her clit, I circled it, not yet allowing direct contact, building her anticipation, then, running my tongue back down. I licked back up, this time allowing my nose to come in contact with her clit, a slight rubbing, like an Eskimo's kiss. After a few moments of this, I raised my head so that my tongue could reach her clit and darted it forward like a snake tasting air, tapping. I began licking her clit in earnest. 

She groaned in pleasure and raised her hips so that she was pressed against my mouth. I took her clit into my mouth and lightly sucked on it, swirling my tongue around it. 

My arms still under her legs, my hands reached up to her breasts. I fondled her breast and tweaked her nipples, all the while still licking and sucking on her clit. She pushed her hips at me crushing my face in her, my chin parting her pussy and opening her up. She writhed with passion. Tossing and bucking, my face became drenched with her juices. She screamed as her orgasm hit her. She clenched my hair and pushed my face down as she forced her hips up into it. She came again, so forcefully that her legs pushed out and my hands came away from her breasts. 

My hands were now at her sides holding her hips. Her breathing was ragged. 

She grabbed my hair and pulling my head up, she said, "no more, no more, oh my god, no more..."

She released her grip and I bent my head and gave her pussy one last kiss, which sent shivers through her. I removed my arms from under her legs and they stretched out, her feet flat on the ground and her legs still spread with me between them and bent at the knees. I rose up and moved forward, stretching myself out so that my weight was on my knees and hands, my face over her face, looking into her eyes. She smiled a big happy smile, wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down. We kissed passionately. She tasted herself on me and licked her juices off my face. Our tongues intertwined, doing a little dance, moving first into my mouth and then into hers. 

As we kissed, her hips started slowly gyrating, rising and falling, lightly rubbing herself on me. I responded and the length of my cock began rubbing up and down her slit, gathering her moisture. I arched my back and with the next movement, the head of my cock began entering her.

She paused momentarily at this new sensation, went "mmmmmm" and pushed her hips forward, moving me further into her. 

As wet as she was, she was very tight, no man having ever been where I was. We moved in tandem, slowly deepening my penetration. I began sliding in and out, her pussy slowly adjusting to me. 

Suddenly, she winced. I had come in contact with her hymen. 

I stopped moving, looked her in the eyes and asked her, "are you sure?" 

She smiled, pulled my head down and kissed me and then said, "yes, I'm sure." 

I rose up on my arms so that she could watch me. I began to slowly move in and out of her, building up her moisture and our rhythm, wanting to be sure she was ready. 

She said, "now, babe, now" and I thrust fully into her. 

She gasped as her hymen broke. 

I stilled my hips, staying completely inside her. I could feel her pulsing around my cock. I bent my head and kissed her. She kissed me back fervorently, wrapping her legs and arms around me.

She released the grip of her arms, placed her hands on my chest and began moving her hips. I matched her thrust for thrust, our rhythm in tandem, our speed increasing. Her head began to toss from side to side. Her hands gripped the blanket. My thrust became more intense and strong. Her pussy spasmed and clenched my cock as she was overwhelmed by her powerful orgasm. Her screams were matched by mine as I erupted into her. We were overcome by the intensity of it all and collapsed, sweating and breathing hard, into each other's arms. We kissed sweetly, my hand stroking her face and we fell asleep holding one another.

I continued my walk along the path. As I approached a secluded part of the park, there was a large tree off the path to the right. I stopped for a moment, looked around and saw that there wasn't anyone in sight. I walked over to the tree and with a smile, took myself out to relieve some of the pressure that had built up from my fantasies. As I began stroking myself, I heard a chuckle. There she was crouched down by the tree peeing. 

She looked at me and asked, "Can I help you with that?"



A Walk in the Park



Leanne sat in the old transport café at the edge of the park waiting for her boyfriend, Ricky. Yet again he was late for a date and Leanne was beginning to get just a little fed up with it all. Either he wanted to be with her or he didn't. If he did, then surely he should have the courtesy to be on time at least once in a while, and if he didn't, then why the hell didn't he just say so? Another ten minutes, she decided, and if he was still a no-show, then he was also going to be history.

She glanced up as a petite girl with short spiky blonde hair put her tray down on the table diagonally opposite, facing Leanne across the aisle. She smiled in vague recognition, aware that she had seen this girl on the university campus a few times, though she did not know her. The girl smiled back as she picked up her burger.

'Hi.' She managed to get out before biting into her food.

'Hi.' Leanne replied with a grin, nodding towards the large coke and double fries that went with the burger, wondering how such a small frame could find room for such a hefty portion. 'Hungry?'

The girl grinned back, licking a piece of onion into her mouth. 'Famished. Just couldn't wait until I got home.' She paused. 'You not eating?'

'No, waiting for someone.'

'A guy?'

'Yes. And he's late - as usual.'

'Some of them are like that.' A handful of fries replaced the words in her mouth. 

Leanne smiled to herself. There was nothing elegant about this girl. She was much more street urchin than lady, but she was very attractive in a tomboyish kind of way, especially in her loose blue tee-shirt and short green skirt over white trainers. It was a strange combination that somehow worked simply because the wearer clearly didn't mind if it did or not. She waved her burger in Leanne's direction.

'They just don't care who they're late for sometimes, do they?'

'Well.' Leanne reached her decision. 'He's late for his ex now, because I've had enough.'

'Good for you.' The girl applauded her. 'Sometimes you just have to bite the bullet.'

The two girls lapsed into silence, glancing across at each other occasionally. Leanne sipping thoughtfully at her coffee, confirming her decision to herself, unsure if she was feeling relief or sadness. Across the aisle her companion worked her way steadily through the meal before her. 

'Are you heading back to the campus?' The girl asked suddenly.

'Yes,' Leanne answered rather morosely. 'I've nothing else to do so I might as well get some study done.'

'Are you thinking of cutting through the park?'

'I expect so.' 

It was not the recreation ground kind of park with kid's playground, tennis courts and so on, but just an open space of rough grass and stubby trees where people had picnics by the little river and wandered along unmade paths. At the weekend it could be quite busy with families, but on a midweek evening like this one it was very often nearly empty, lonely almost. But it didn't have any reputation for danger and it did take nearly a mile from the walk back, so even when deserted it was still an excellent shortcut.

'Would you mind if I walked with you?' She asked. 'I get a bit nervous when it begins to get dark.'

Leanne glanced in surprise out of the cafe window and saw that the late summer sun had almost dipped behind the tops of the trees.

'No, of course not.' Truth to be told, she would be glad of some company. It just might lift her spirits.

'I won't keep you long.' The girl pointed down at her rapidly disappearing food.

'No hurry, take your time. I'm in no rush now. I don't mind the dark.' 

When she was not alone Leanne had a kind of affinity for the night, as if it hid the cares of the world from her.

'Oh, I do.' The girl picked up her tray and slid across to face Leanne at her table. 'I'd be scared on my own.'

She sucked on her coke and then announced unexpectedly. 'I'm Carly.' 

'Hello Carly, I'm Leanne.' She appraised the girl before her, taking in the slim boyish figure, the large green eyes and the open friendly smile.

'Hello Leanne.' Carly tore of a piece of burger with sharp white teeth.

Once again the two girls lapsed into silence, but this time it was something more than just simple silence. Leanne looked up to find Carly staring at her almost wistfully. She wasn't sure what to make of it and so she smiled shyly and looked away again, her eyes darting back quickly to check if she were still the subject of Carly's scrutiny and feeling almost disappointed when she wasn't. It was as if they were weighing each other up, aware of something between them but unsure what it was.

'What are you studying?' She asked, wanting more to break the silence than to anything.

'Archaeology. You?'

'Media studies.'

The silence threatened to close in again.

'Do you...' Leanne cleared her throat and tried again. 'Do you have a boyfriend?'

She had no idea why she'd asked that.

'I don't have anyone at the moment.' Carly replied after a moment's reflection.

'Apparently.' Leanne shrugged, remembering having been stood up. 'Neither do I.'

Again there was a slightly charged stillness as both girls finished their drinks and gazed at each other over the table. Carly popped the last few fries into her mouth without looking down and dusted her hands together.

'That's me done.' She told Leanne. 'Shall we go?'

Outside the air was still warm even though the sun was now just a red ball glimpsed low between the trees of the park. What had been a hot, humid day with very little breeze had turned into a pleasant evening.

Leanne and Carly turned in through the gate together and set off side by side to walk across the park. They kept up a half-hearted and meaningless chat, but there were more periods of amiable quiet when they walked alongside, just glancing and smiling at each other for no discernable reason. It seemed clear to Leanne that something was in the air, but she still wasn't quite sure where it was all leading. A couple of times she felt like asking Carly if anything was the matter, but she was enjoying the quiet company and the simple presence of an attractive girl, and she didn't want to spoil it. So at ease did she feel in Carly's company that, even though conversation was sparse, she hardly noticed when Carly's cool slender fingers entwined into hers and they started to walk along hand in hand - and even when she did notice it didn't seem to matter. Sure it felt a little strange, but she was pleased that they could be so relaxed together so soon after meeting. She was quite a tactile sort of girl anyway, and holding the hand of a friend seemed quite normal. She squeezed Carly's fingers gently and smiled when the pressure was returned.

They walked together quietly like this for perhaps a quarter mile, enjoying the warm twilight and the sounds of wildlife settling for the night, and then, without any warning, Carly stopped dead, gripping onto Leanne's hand so that she was swung around by her own momentum to face her companion. Then Carly released Leanne's hand and reached up to put her arms around her and pull her into a tight embrace, her mouth seeking Leanne's in a sudden kiss. Shocked by Carly's behaviour, Leanne's instinctive reaction was to pull away, but she was still off balance and stumbling towards Carly, and before she could regain her equilibrium she found to her absolute astonishment that she was responding.

Her arms went around Carly, partly to maintain her balance, but partly also because... well because they just did. It wasn't anything she was expecting, and it certainly wasn't what she was looking for, but she found herself standing in the twilight, in the middle of a public footpath, enjoying - yes, enjoying - a full on kiss with a girl. Her eyes went wide with alarm, but her mouth was opening too, and her hands were flattening themselves across Carly's back. She tried to say no, but it came out as a garbled sound of pleasure. Thoughts raced through her mind as she wondered what was going to happen next and why hadn't she seen it coming - and most shockingly, why didn't she want it to stop. Eventually, unable to understand or fight it, she gave in and returned the kiss.

Sensing Leanne's surrender, Carly's kisses became more passionate, her tongue found its way into Leanne's mouth and her hands roamed over her back, firm but affectionate through the thin material of her top. Leanne responded in kind, probing between Carly's lips, fencing with her tongue, exploring her mouth, and then her hands began to travel around Carly's back, feeling the smoothness of her skin through her cotton tee-shirt. Her arms had been around females before; hugs shared with departing friends, embraces of greeting, and cuddles of sympathy, but never anything like this. On those occasions the pleasure had come from the emotion of the moment, but this time it came simply from the physical contact, and it felt so much more intense. 

Eventually their mouths parted to allow them to get some air, catching breath lost in the sensations of the unexpected kisses, and for a while they simply embraced cheek to cheek, looking over each others shoulders while their hands still wandered. Soon Carly found the hem of Leanne's top, deliberately going under it so that her hands were on the skin of her back, roaming around, up and over her bra straps to the nape of her neck, down her spine, drifting from side to side, almost going around the front, and feeling so good that Leanne could not prevent herself from sighing with contentment. Once again Carly took the response as an invitation to go further, and now her hands went up Leanne's back and under her bra strap, repeating the action twice as if to check on Leanne's reaction before suddenly her fingers found the catch and Leanne felt the release of tension as her bra came undone.

Carly pulled back a little and looked Leanne straight in the eye, trying to see in the increasing twilight if there was any disapproval of her action. Seeing none, she hooked the hem of Leanne's top in her thumbs and ran her hands up the sides of Leanne's body, pushing top and bra up with them. Leanne gasped as her breasts came free and exposed to the cooler evening air, but she made no move to stop it, passively accepting whatever the other girl wanted to do with ever mounting excitement. Still holding the top out of the way, Carly looked down at Leanne's breasts, causing the nipples to engorge with arousal and goose bumps of anticipation to break out over Leanne's flesh. Suddenly Carly bent down in front of her with a little mew of excitement and took a swollen nipple into her mouth.

'Oh my god,' 

It was the first time Leanne had spoken since they had stopped along the path, but the whispered words were not of displeasure, but of delighted surprise tinged with a little alarm at how quickly things were moving. Leanne looked quickly up and down the path, troubled in case anyone should come along and find her in a very clearly sexual situation with another girl. She was enjoying what was happening, but that didn't mean she wanted the world to know. What if it went around the university that she was turning lesbian?

That sudden thought stopped her in her mental tracks. Gone for the moment were any thoughts of being seen, instead she was enveloped by the alarming idea that she might actually be that way inclined. But then the feel of Carly's mouth suckling at her nipple was so good it didn't seem to matter, and anyway, it was just a mouth, why should she care about the gender of its owner? She could let herself be aroused like this and still not be a lesbian, so long as she didn't actually do anything herself. She was rationalising and she knew it, but her body was responding big time, even her pussy was beginning to react.

Carly's hands had released Leanne's clothes to begin exploring her body, but her top had now slipped back and she could feel it getting in the way, the edge drooping across her breasts and spoiling Carly's kisses. She took hold and pulled it up under her chin, bra and all as if offering Carly her breasts, then looked down to watch Carly sucking harder at her nipple. Carly's eyes flicked up to meet hers and she mumbled something unintelligible before she pressed her mouth even more eagerly into the soft flesh, her lips opening to take in more of her breast and her hands caressing Leanne's bare torso. Leanne groaned with pure pleasure, her eyes once again roving up and down the path to make sure nobody was coming.

One of Carly's hands was now in the centre of Leanne's bare back but the other started to explore further, urgently but briefly going down below her waistband to find and feel her bottom, gently squeezing the cheeks before retreating back up Leanne's spine. Just for a second Leanne went rigid at this encroachment, but the disappointment she felt as Carly moved away negated her unease and she let out a deliberate sigh of regret. Carly's hand immediately came back, urgently fondling her, running her hand all around the firm cheeks, squeezing as if to feel the flesh beneath Leanne's shorts, before moving her hand around and over Leanne's hips. Leanne guessed what was coming and without even thinking about it she parted her legs just enough for Carly to touch her pussy through the thin material of her shorts and panties. She felt Carly's fingers probing and fondling her through her clothes, her breath coming in staccato little gasps as she allowed herself to be touched there by a girl for the very first time. She couldn't hide how she felt, little whimpers of anxious delight were making their own way out of her mouth, and so she just stood there and let Carly have her way.

Suddenly Carly's fingers were fumbling with her belt, trying to undo her shorts and find their way inside. For a moment Leanne almost let her, but then she realised exactly where they were.

'Wait.' 

She pushed Carly away, feeling the sudden coolness of the air on the wetness of her nipple as the girl pulled away in disappointed surprise.

'What if someone should see?'

Carly shrugged, obviously too turned on to be worried by the prospect. 'What if they do?'

Leanne did worry; she looked about her, not really wanting to stop but not wanting to flaunt it either. She grabbed Carly by the hand and pulled her from the path, down a little slope and into a group of scrubby trees, not quite hidden from passers-by, but near enough in the rapidly descending darkness.

There was no resistance. Leanne knew now exactly what was happening and even wanted it, although she still didn't understand why. There was urgency within her now and straight away she turned to face Carly, pulling her own top and bra up and then over her head and off, dropping them carelessly onto the grass out of the way and standing naked to the waist to let Carly carry on where she left off. Carly smiled and moved forward, dipping her head to find Leanne's nipple again, one hand around Leanne's back and the other cupping the breast to be kissed. 

Leanne murmured her pleasure as Carly's mouth closed on her once again, tongue flicking and lapping at her little bud then sucking it back into her mouth, leaving her hand free to wander down to Leanne's shorts once again. This time Leanne did not object, in fact she shivered with anticipation as her belt was undone and as she felt the buzz of her descending zipper. She felt Carly's hand working its way inside her clothes, pushing under the waistband of her panties, fingertips finding and stroking the first dark curls of her pubic hair. There Carly hesitated, as if unsure of Leanne's approval. But Leanne could wait no longer. She no longer cared about the gender of her partner, only that this girl was going to satisfy the hunger that was growing inside her. 

'Do it.' 

The fingers pushed further down, finding the top of Leanne's pussy, working their way between her opened legs to touch her clitoris. Leanne gasped at the sudden contact and tried, hindered by her clothes, to open her legs a little further. Unable to give Carly the room she wanted to, Leanne tucked her thumbs under her shorts and pushed them as far down as her opened knees would allow. Carly's fingers slid further between her legs and began to play with her more vigorously, stroking and rubbing her clitoris, sending little darts of delight through Leanne's body.

Then, abruptly, Carly backed away and it was Leanne's turn to feel frustrated disappointment as she stood bare-chested, legs apart, her shorts gaping open with a little tuft of her pubic curls darkly visible above her scrunched down panties. But, even as Leanne gasped at her in surprise, Carly smiled sexily and crouched down in front of her, reaching for her shorts. Leanne understood at once what was intended and stood straight, letting Carly pull her shorts and panties down as one, raising one foot after the other so that her clothes could be manoeuvred over her shoes. 

Now she was nude in the middle of a public park, but she didn't care, the dark covered her nakedness and her arousal covered any inborn embarrassment. The fact that Carly was still wearing her ill assorted clothing didn't matter either; after all it was Leanne who was on the receiving end of the pleasure. She spread her legs and just stood there, breathing heavily, waiting impatiently for Carly to continue.

Still crouching, Carly moved forward, breathing audibly herself, one hand going around Leanne to gently squeeze her bottom, and the other running softly up the inside of her thigh until it found its target. Leanne rested her hands on Carly's shoulders to steady herself and opened her legs just a little more to let the other girl play with her. Carly found the wetness of her slit and followed it until she reached her entrance, so that Leanne gasped out loud as two fingers found their way through and pushed deep into her vagina.

Carly smiled happily, her teeth showing in the darkness, and began pumping her fingers in and out of Leanne's pussy, finger-fucking her hard and fast, her eyes going from where her fingers slid wetly in and out, to looking up at Leanne's indistinctly seen face to try and see what effect she was having. The truth was that she was having an amazing effect. Leanne stood there naked, legs apart, hands resting on Carly's shoulders, mouth open, gazing wildly about her and gasping from the sensations that ran through her. She was afraid that she would orgasm, not because she didn't want to come, but because she was almost never noiseless and in the quiet of the evening she could imagine her cries ringing through a silent park.

'You're going to make me come.' She gasped down at Carly, partly as a statement, but also as a warning.

'Good, that's the idea.' 

Leanne could just about make out the smile on Carly's face in the gloom before she leaned forward and pushed her mouth up against Leanne's pussy, licking at her clit while her fingers still plunged up and down into her passage.

'Oh my god.' 

Leanne could feel her climax building. Carly's tongue flicked at her clit, unable to reach far enough between her legs to lick it properly, but reaching just far enough to tease her into coming. There was nothing she could do about it, she could feel the pleasure building, that familiar warmth in her pussy that was increasing and spreading, becoming an explosion that was about to ignite. She could feel her hips starting to thrust automatically, jerking forward, pushing her pussy at Carly's face as her climax took over.

'I'm coming.'

It was a sharp little cry of delight and despair, followed almost immediately by a long animalistic wail as her orgasm hit. Wave after wave of absolute ecstasy from Carly's tongue and fingers were pulsing through her and she was simply unable to stop herself. Her cries were not exceptional, but in the still of the evening she was sure they rang right through the park even though she tried to quieten them, trying to keep her mouth shut to stifle her noise. To her own embarrassed ears she was certain that she would be heard all the way back to the campus, and she stared at the path they had been on previously, praying that nobody would come along and hear her, but knowing that she wouldn't be able to stop even if they did. She cried out again as Carly's fingers rammed themselves up her even harder and triggered another rush of sensations. All she could do was surrender to her climax.




A Walk in the Park



She grabbed at Carly's head, pushing the girl into her as hard as her hips pushed back, squashing her face into her pubes and holding it there, needing the feel of her tongue to continue even though she knew she shouldn't. Her orgasm seemed as if it were going on forever, and all the time she jerked her hips into Carly's face, crying out and looking about, scared of the power of her climax, petrified of being caught by her vocalising and mortified by the way she was treating her new lover, but it was the strongest climax she had experienced for a long time, and she just couldn't do anything about it.

Finally it was over but for the little post orgasmic aftershocks that sporadically darted through her and made her gasp, and finally she was able to release Carly's hair and let her settle back, watching the girl gaze up with a triumphant smile on her face. Leanne's heart was hammering fit to bust, her breath was coming in quick deep gasps, and her body was trembling, but she felt wonderful, better than she could remember for ages. She knew why Carly looked so triumphant, she understood now that she had been deliberately seduced, but that didn't matter. She sank on her knees to gaze contentedly at her seducer, sitting back on her haunches and reminded of her nudity by grass that tickled, making her giggle with embarrassment. 

'Oh my god.' She repeated eventually, not having the breath for anything more profound.

Carly moved forward, rising a little to straddle Leanne's legs and hold her close, cuddling her against her breasts while she recovered from her climax.

'Thank you.' Leanne whispered self consciously, surprised at herself for what she had done but grateful for both the pleasure and the experience.

'I enjoyed it too.' Carly told her, taking Leanne's head between her hands and gazing at her affectionately in the near dark.

Leanne smiled, knowing that Carly had not had a quarter of the pleasure she had had, but appreciating the remark anyway. She tipped her head back enough to present her mouth to be kissed and then put her arms around Carly and pulled her close. Carly responded willingly, lowering herself over Leanne's thighs to bring their mouths more level.

This kiss was softer, more tender than the ones that had gone before, but just as pleasing. Carly's hands slipped from Leanne's cheeks to roam gently over her bare back, raising little goose bumps as they went. Leanne did the same, her hands roaming around the back of Carly's top, until she found the hem and ducked under it, feeling the softness of skin on her palms. She murmured quietly at the experience, her hands exploring, tracing Carly's spine and then coming out through the collar to stroke the nape of her neck. 

'Let's be fair. Well - fairer anyway!' 

She heard Carly's words but didn't understand the meaning for a moment. But Carly leaned back and then grabbed her top and swiftly hauled it over her head, before reaching back to unclip her bra and toss that down as well. Leanne looked down between them, just making out Carly's neat little breasts in the moonlight, high and pert, tipped with dark nipples that stood out like little erasers. 

'You are beautiful.' She told her, meaning her breasts.

'That makes two of us then.' Carly grinned widely, her happiness obvious.

Leanne giggled and then pulled Carly closer, feeling the hardness of her nipples against the tops of her own breasts. They kissed again, using their tongues to make it even more intimate, more sexual than before, and even though she had so recently come Leanne felt a tiny flame of desire spark up inside her. 

So far it had been Carly who had played the more active part with Leanne receiving all the benefit, and she was feeling very guilty about that. It would, she determined, have to change, and wasn't that why Carly had pulled her top off? Without breaking the kiss Leanne pulled her body away from Carly a little, letting one of her hands move around to the front. For a moment she rested it just on Carly's ribcage, but then, gathering her nerve, she slowly moved it up to cup her breast. Carly grunted quietly, kissing Leanne harder.

Leanne smiled into Carly's kiss, squeezing the soft breast gently, feeling the nipple hard against her palm and taking pleasure in the unfamiliar contact. Again Carly groaned her enjoyment, her own hand moving around to cup Leanne's opposite breast so that the two girls were now playing with each other. They played gently at first but in next to no time arousal took over and made the movements become quick and urgent. Soon they were gasping and moaning, fingers digging into yielding flesh, massaging, moulding, and kneading, each with their other hand holding them firmly around each other's backs.

But Leanne wanted to do more now, she wanted to be more active, and she definitely wanted to know what it was like to kiss and suck a girl's breast. Without saying anything she placed both hands on Carly's sides and lifted her. For a moment she could sense Carly frowning, but then realisation hit and she raised herself onto her knees, releasing Leanne's breast but presenting her own at just the right height. Leanne drew a deep breath and leaned forward, cupping Carly's breast in one hand to bring the nipple to her mouth.

Instantly Leanne knew why boys always liked to suck at her breasts, for the feeling of an engorged nipple in her mouth released all kinds of feelings. She felt at once, excited, comforted, aroused and, most of all, very daring. She suckled hard, sucking the tip of Carly's breast between her lips and licking and flicking the nipple with her tongue. Carly's hands went stiff on her back, the fingers digging into her flesh as she groaned loudly with pleasure, pushing her breast at Leanne's mouth to make it clear what she wanted. Leanne was only too pleased to oblige, sucking and nibbling at Carly's breast, guarding her teeth with her lips and then biting her nipple, gently at first and then harder until she heard Carly moan with arousal and pain.

'God, yes.' Carly muttered, hardly aware that she was speaking out loud. 

Leanne licked harder, taking the little nubbin of the nipple right between lip guarded teeth, biting and nibbling before she pulled back, drawing the whole breast to a peak, then tugging at it until it slipped from between her lips and sprang back - only for her to do it again.

Carly jerked a little from Leanne's actions, bringing an inner thigh into brief contact with Leanne's and reminding her that her legs were still straddled by the blonde girl's. Her free hand was resting now on Carly's side, just above her hip, and so, without taking her mouth from Carly's nipple, Leanne ran her hand down over her skirt and onto her leg, stroking up and under the hem and along the length of her thigh. With Carly's legs apart as she sat astride Leanne, she was vulnerable to being explored, and Leanne had the urge to try. 

Her hand caressed Carly's leg, stroking round and round on the inside of the thigh, each circuit tentatively taking it closer and closer to its target. Carly moaned in expectation, stroking the back of Leanne's head, pushing her mouth onto her breast until Leanne's fingers finally grazed the edge of her panties and then she went rigid, waiting for the next touch. But it wasn't the next time, or the one after. Both times Leanne's fingers passed tantalisingly close, unintentionally and unknowingly teasing Carly as she mustered the courage to touch, until finally she let her fingertips trail lightly over the Carly's crotch, separated from that tender flesh only by a thin cotton layer. 

Leanne had never touched a girl before, and it was so alien to her that she still wasn't sure she could continue even though she desperately wanted to - if only to pay Carly back for the pleasure she had received. She did it once more, her fingertips skating over Carly's cotton covered pussy, but she did it just a little more firmly this time so that she could actually feel the flesh beneath. Carly groaned and her fingers gripped Leanne's hair all the more tightly. Leanne touched her again, running her fingers gently up and down Carly's crotch, finally giving in to her feelings and enjoying the sensation of stroking her.

It was as if a dam had been breached. Once she had done it Leanne found no more problems in playing with Carly. At first she stayed outside Carly's panties, stroking and rubbing her pussy, trying the action that she enjoyed doing to herself when she was alone, scratching tight stretched panties with manicured nails so that the buzz of the material vibrated the skin below. Carly's groan told her how well it worked, and anyway she could feel moisture gathering on the cotton. She basked in the knowledge that she had caused it. Then, with Carly gasping and groaning with arousal, Leanne found the courage to go further. Her finger found its way under the side of Carly's panties, lifting them and moving them to the side, baring Carly's pussy to her hand. For a moment she hesitated again, but then she made actual contact and began to fondle the puffy labial flesh with her fingertips. She was immediately conscious that Carly felt different, but it took a few minutes for her to understand why.

'Are you shaved?' She asked in surprise, even though the answer was self evident.

'Yes, you don't mind, do you?'

'No, I just wasn't expecting it, that's all.'

'I think it feels nicer.'

'So do I.'

'And it's better than flossing every time.'

For a minute or so Leanne didn't understand, but then the penny dropped and a surge of excitement burst through her at the thought it provoked.

'Oh my god.'

She trailed her fingers along the smooth skin, trying to imagine doing it with her tongue. Carly had done it for her a little and just the idea of being that adventurous in return made her pulse race and her breathing quicken, even though she knew she wasn't quite up for it, not yet anyway. She would make do with her hand, because even touching Carly with just her fingers was still a thrill.

Carly spread her legs a little wider to give Leanne more room to reach between them, bringing herself back down nearly to Leanne's level by doing so. They looked directly into each other's eyes, seeing the pure lust that glittered there in the moonlight. 

'Just a moment.'

Carly scrambled to her feet, leaving Leanne kneeling in a confusion that lasted only until Carly pushed her skirt and panties down, kicking them free, not caring where they landed. Then she put her arms out to welcome a now naked Carly back to kneel again straddling her legs. Her hand reached down, her fingers investigating between Carly's labia, exploring her wet slit, finding the hard little button of her clitoris, rubbing at it for a moment or two so that Carly gasped at the feeling. Then she pushed further down until her fingers found the entrance, wide open and slippery, and two of them slid inside almost of their own accord. Leanne pressed them further in, experiencing and savouring the sensation of fingering another girl, her heart hammering with nervous excitement. It was not like fingering herself, when she felt it from both sides. This time she only felt it as the intruder, feeling more clearly the soft walls of Carly's tunnel, the warm wetness of it, and the gentle pulsing as it contracted onto her. 

She felt Carly's hands go around her neck and her blonde head rest against her shoulders as she let her fingers go even deeper inside, both girls gasping quietly with the pleasure of it. She began to move, slowly and gently thrusting in and out, enjoying the strangely wonderful sensations, pushing as deep as she could, with her palm flat against Carly's pussy and her fingers hooked into her vagina.

Carly groaned, her grip on Leanne's neck tightened and she started to move against the hand, sliding backwards and forwards in counterpoint to Leanne's thrusts. Soon she was taking the lead, rubbing herself on Leanne's hand, pushing her clitoris hard onto her palm, her vagina throbbing around the invading fingers. Leanne just held her hand there, letting the wet pussy slide over it, feeling the thrill of doing something naughty, something so exciting that she shouldn't even be contemplating it. God, what an evening this was becoming, her first time with a girl and she was loving it. She felt Carly's fingers begin to dig into her back and her head press against her neck, and she knew suddenly that Carly was about to come.

Carly was quieter than Leanne had been, but she was by no means silent. She grunted and gasped as she rubbed herself onto Leanne's palm, thrusting back and forth so that all Leanne could do was to hold her hand still with her fingers deep inside Carly's vagina and let it happen. Then suddenly Carly went rigid, her pussy pressed firmly onto Leanne's hand, her fingers biting into the flesh of Leanne's back and her noises suddenly turning into one long, deep, satisfied groan.

And then it was over and Carly slumped back onto her haunches, gasping and panting, letting Leanne's hand slip from her soaking pussy. Leanne looked at her new lover and smiled happily, pleased to see the white of Carly's teeth in the moonlight as she returned it.

'God, that was so good.' Carly's voice was a contented whisper in the near dark.

Leanne nodded silently, then realised the movement might not be seen. 'I never thought it would be that nice.' She answered honestly. 

'Would you do it again?'

'Yes.' It came as no surprise to realise she spoke truthfully.

'Would you sixty-nine with me?' 

It had only been a short time before when she had believed she wasn't ready for that kind of intimacy, but Leanne detected the need in Carly's voice and it overcame any residual reluctance she might have felt, so she answered once again with the single word. 'Yes.'

Carly scrambled clear of Leanne's legs and laid herself down flat on the grass, her pale form looking beautiful and tempting in the darkness. 'Come on then.'

Leanne hadn't really meant right that moment, but she wasn't being given time to think and that was all to the good. Reacting automatically she moved to where Carly lay, kneeling over her, facing towards her feet and straddling her stomach. She inched backwards until her pussy was over Carly's face and then crouched, flattening her body, feeling the blonde girl's breasts against her belly and her own pressed into Carly's. She hesitated, wondering fleetingly if she could do it but at the same time knowing that she wanted and needed to. She gazed hungrily down between Carly's wide open legs, trying to make out the details of her pussy in the dark, wanting to know what pleasure awaited her but amazed with herself that she was even thinking along those lines.

Carly's hands were on her bottom, pulling her closer, and then suddenly, she felt the touch of Carly's tongue in her slit, just a tiny touch on her labia. She jerked forward in shock, not really expecting it even though that's was what was proposed. Embarrassed by her own reaction, she moved back, feeling the searching tongue touch her again, more firmly this time, tasting and teasing her. Now it was her turn.

She lowered her face, taking in the musky scent of aroused woman and following it to its source. Very, very gingerly she put out her tongue, still cautious but needing to do it. 

Her own first touch had the same effect as Carly's. The moment she felt flesh on the tip of her tongue she immediately pulled back, stopping an inch or so away and then slowly, so very slowly, moving forward again until once more her tongue found skin. Pulled one way by her make-up and the other by her needs, she faltered there, her tongue just resting on Carly's flesh and without her even being sure exactly where it was touching. She forced herself to move, pressing her tongue more firmly onto Carly's skin, licking slowly left and right and then up and down, investigating until she found her way to Carly's slit. Becoming more secure now and even more turned on, she let her tongue find its way between Carly's labia, gliding up and down, identifying the firm little nub that was her clitoris and the soft wet opening of her vagina. She moaned softly with sudden eager pleasure at that first taste of another woman and delved into her with her tongue, lapping at her entrance and pushing in as deeply as she could, encouraged by the feel of Carly's tongue working at her own pussy.

Her confidence growing with her arousal, Leanne nuzzled into Carly's pussy, even her nose pressing on soft feminine flesh as her tongue wriggled as far as she could reach into her vagina. She reached over Carly's legs with her hands, pulling them right back, holding them back under her arms to gain better access to her pussy, licking, kissing, drinking in the wet juices that ran along her tongue. 

Carly was doing the same to Leanne, her mouth fully over her pussy, her tongue diving into her passage and then licking along to her clit where it lapped at her engorged button. Leanne found herself shuddering from the intensity of the combined thrill, writhing on top of her partner, pressing herself down, skin on skin, body against body, totally immersing herself in the unaccustomed thrill of making love to a girl. She was going to come, she hadn't expected to but there was no doubt about it, it was just a case of how soon and how hard.

It was also a case of who would be first. Overwhelmed by her own pleasure, she had almost forgotten the stimulation she must be giving Carly - until she felt the girl's hips begin to twitch beneath her and her fingers begin to dig into the flesh of her bottom. Whether by accident or design, or under the influence of her looming climax, Carly was pulling her buttocks wide apart, spreading her almost to the point of pain. She was abruptly conscious that, if it wasn't for the darkness, she would be fully on show, open for the world to see her most personal bits, and that thought gave her an unexpected and weird thrill. But then she felt, rather than heard, Carly groan loudly into her pussy as her orgasm arrived and suddenly Leanne was too busy trying to keep her mouth in contact with the other girl's jerking, thrusting pussy to think about what she might be showing, especially as Carly's nails were now digging dagger like into her soft flesh.

As before, Carly's climax was short but intense and, like before, she suddenly went completely stiff beneath Leanne, gasping as the orgasm swept through her. And then it was over and she sprawled back onto the grass, unmoving except for her heaving chest and her trembling legs. Disappointed, and believing that they were finished, Leanne made to roll away but Carly grabbed at her, holding her firmly in place against her. 

'No! Wait a minute.' She gasped. 'I want you to come too.'

For a minute or so Leanne stayed where she was, waiting for Carly to get her breath back enough to continue, and suddenly very aware once again that she was naked in the middle of a public park, and making love with another girl. But this time she didn't care. She was glad that Ricky had let her down, glad that Carly had been in that café, and glad that she was now crouching above her, skin on skin, nude body against nude body. Even the thought of what she was doing, exciting and decadent as it was, was making her quiver with delight. 

And then Carly's tongue was back, licking at her pussy, sending those wonderful waves of pleasure running through her again. She widened her knees deliberately, wanting Carly to have as much of her as she could, and wriggled her body on Carly's, all the time gazing down in the darkness to pick out the little gleam of wetness that revealed the pussy she had just been eating. She leaned down again and planted a tiny kiss on Carly's pubic mound, just where her slit began, feeling a trace of shaven stubble against her lips.




A Walk in the Park



'No, it's your turn.' Carly lifted her head and rebuked her, immediately returning her mouth to Leanne's pussy, although not, Leanne noticed, making any effort to close her legs and hide herself.

Carly had been licking Leanne with long weeps of her tongue, holding her wide open with her fingers and running it from the top of her slit to the bottom, but now she concentrated on her clit, first sucking it into her mouth and nibbling on it between lip covered teeth and then lapping at it with her tongue before returning to sucking and nibbling.

'Oh yes.' Leanne lowered her face, resting her cheek on Carly's shaven pubes and let Carly do as she wanted. She could feel the first returning signs of her delayed orgasm and she just wanted it to happen. 

It was not long. With her cheeks still being held apart and her clit being bitten and pulled by Carly's mouth, Leanne felt her climax build rapidly, making her groan softly into Carly's thigh. Soon she was on the edge, trying to hold it back as long as she could, wanting it to be as big and strong as it could be, but still anxious about the noises she knew she would then make. But she couldn't hold off for long, and very soon she had to let go and her cries once again sounded into the park, seeming so very loud and clear to her in the stillness of night.

She buried her face in Carly's thigh to stifle her cries, feeling embarrassed and sure that half the nearby university campus was hearing her, but there was nothing she could do this time either. Her body shook and jolted, turning Carly's nibbles into harder bites and adding to her pleasure and making her cry out all the louder. But eventually her orgasm began to fade and her noises became lessened, until finally she was simply slumped over Carly, panting for breath and trembling from head to foot. Carly let her head fall back and loosened the grip of her fingers, relaxing even with Leanne's weight almost fully on top of her.

'Did you enjoy it from a girl?' Carly asked unnecessarily, asking simply because she wanted to hear Leanne say that she had.

'Oh my god, yes,' Leanne gasped, lifting her weight a little and looking about her anxiously. 'Do you think anyone heard?'

'No, I don't think so. You're not as loud as you think, you know. And anyway, they'd only be jealous if they did.'

Leanne rolled away, sitting up and feeling around for her clothing.

'I'd be mortified if anyone did.' She looked over at the pale figure that was Carly. 'Not because I'm with you, but just because I make so much noise it's embarrassing.'

'You don't and it isn't.' Carly reassured her. 'If it was I wouldn't be asking if we can meet again, and I am.'

It took Leanne a moment or two to comprehend, and then another few seconds to formulate her answer, and to Carly it seemed like forever. Then, just as Carly was bracing herself for disappointment, Leanne answered.

'If we do.' She said slowly. 'Can it be somewhere more private, and can we have the lights on?'

'Yes, of course, But why the lights?'

'Because I want to learn how to please a girl properly and I want you to teach me.'

'That's easy.' Carly giggled suddenly. 'You're a natural, so all you need is practice, and I don't mind helping with that.'



A Walk in the Park



I grabbed my backpack from the trunk of my car, take your hand and head on down the trail. It's a beautiful day for a hike, the sun is shining and the birds are chirping. We hike into the park for a few miles, leisurely walking and talking, building up a bit of a sweat. After an hour or so, it seems like it's a good time for us to take a break, so I lead us over to a patch of grass a few hundred yards away from the trail. I pull a blanket from my backpack and spread it out on the lawn. I brought a little speaker with me, so I take that out too and I turn on some music. We lay down on the grass and relax. We cuddle and kiss, just enjoying each other's company. The sun feels good on our skin. We kiss more, holding you so close to me. Just being with you makes me so happy.

The wind starts to pick up a little, so I pull another blanket from my bag, covering the two of us. You smile, and it makes all my planning worth it, you are so beautiful to me. For some reason, I get in my head that I'd love to feel your body on top of me, just to feel all of you pressing on down on me, so I kiss you, squeeze you and playfully roll you on top of me.

"Help I have the sexiest woman in the world on top me!!, somebody save me"

I kiss you some more, It feels good when you lay on me. I gently bend my knee, lifting my thigh between your legs. Super slowly and gently at first, I rock my hips. Soon we are slow dancing to the music coming from the speakers. I just think you are so amazing. As we dance laying on the ground, we rock our hips more, gently grinding into each other.

We kiss more and more, our playful kisses become more passionate.

Our crotches grind against each other harder and harder. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm"

Soon the kisses become very intense, we are rubbing against each other faster, nearly fucking with our clothes on.

"Oh baby"

"Yeeeeeeees, that feels good"

I'm kissing your neck, then I make my way up to your ear and whisper, "Baby you make me so hard! I'm so hard for you right now!"

"I know baby I can feel you! I'm so wet, I want you so bad!" You tell me and it turns me on even more!!

"Yes"

"Mmmmmmmm"

"Baby, I need to feel your wetness!"

"Oh yeah?,... do it"

I roll you back on your side, so I can slip my hand inside your pants. I pull them down a bit to make it easier to touch you.

With my other hand I undo my belt and zipper so I can have you touch me too.

We lay on the grass under the blanket, a couple of hundred yards from the trail with people walking by now and then, no one noticing us playing with each other. 

You're rubbing my cock, and it feels so good. My fingers are tickling your swollen clit, I slide your panties down so I can easily touch more of your pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmm"

I slide a finger inside you, you are nice and wet. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Then I slide another finger inside

"Yeeeeeeees that feels good," you tell me. 

I start to move my fingers in and out, gently fucking your wet cunt with my fingers.

"Mmmmmmmmmm"

You start stroking me faster, and I start fingering you harder, when your eyes get really big and you give me a look that makes me think you are going to cum!

"Sweetheart?!"

"Yes baby"

"I have to pee, and I can't hold it any longer!"

"Oh baby I love you!! Hold it for one more minute!!."

I roll you over so that we are spooning, I pull your pants and panties down to your knees, and bend you into a little ball. I pull my pants down a little farther too. I take my hard cock and start to rub your pussy lips with it. 

I whisper into your ear, "Piss on me baby, piss all over my cock, get my balls all soaking wet with your pee, honey" 

You close you eyes and concentrate on peeing, it takes a second because you are so horny and it feels so good to have a cock between your pussy lips, but finally a hot stream of pee shoots out of your cunt, covering my cock with pee

"Oooooooooooo yes"

"That feels so good!!"

Your hot piss is all over my cock and running down my balls. You have lots and lots of piss! It gets everywhere, all over my thighs, all over your ass cheeks, my pants are soaked. There's a stream of pee dribbling down your thighs. 

As you start to run out of pee I gently slide my cock inside you, the last bit of piss splashing against my balls. We slowly start to fuck on the wet blanket in the sunlight.

"You feel so good to me baby," I whisper in your ear. 

It feels good to you too, but you had you eyes closed while you were peeing opening them you realize where you are and what you are doing. Fucking underneath a blanket in a public park!! And it turns you on!!

"Yeeeeeeeess!"

You see people walking in the distance and wonder if they know my hard cock is sliding in and out of your swollen wet pussy lips

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm"

You reach down and start to rub your big, hard clit

"Oh yeah! Oh god!"

You want everyone to watch you fuck!!

"Ooooooooo"

"Yeeeeessssss!"

I start to fuck you a little faster, your pussy feels so full.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa"

You see an attractive couple in the distance walking towards us. You imagine him naked stroking his hard cock.

"Mmmmmmmmm"

You imagine her with her legs spread and her pussy wide open.

"Ooooooo"

You imagine him pushing his cock inside her!

"Fuck!"

Your pussy feels so good!!

You wish you could take off the blanket so they could watch us fuck!! Watch my cock slide in and out of your pussy

"That feels so good, baby"

You feel your orgasm building deep inside you.

"Ooooooo fuck!"

"Baby, I'm gonna cum," you whisper. 

A few more thrusts of my cock is all it takes. "Fuuuuuuuuck!!"

You start to cum.

I feel your orgasm take over your body, your pussy is pulsating, squeezing my cock over and over. It feels so good. I want to cum too. I fuck you harder, faster. "Yes baby, cum in me, I want you to cum, cum in my pussy, please!" you tell me, as quietly as you can.

"Oooooooo God!!"

I push myself as deep into you as I can.

"Fuuuuck!l"

I cum. 

My cock fills you full. I keep thrusting as my pulsing cock shoots load after load into you, there is so much. You always make me cum so much. 

"Oooooooooooo"

I collapse on top of you. You turn and give me a deep kiss, "I love you."

We kiss more, my cock softens and releases all the cum and pussy juices from your cunt, it makes us even wetter, dirtier. "Aaaaaaaaaaaa"

We both feel so good, so relaxed, we end up falling asleep in the sun on the lawn.



A Walk In The Park



It was a fine October day, a rare confluence of Indian summer and a badly needed Sunday away from the cares of the office. The leaves had already begun to turn, and the maples' red formed a brilliant canopy against a crystal blue sky.

Sandra Johnson listened to the babbling of the brook, hidden in the trees to her left, the rustling of the leaves in the gentle autumn breeze. There was nothing else. No laughing children throwing frisbees to dogs splashing about in the nearby lake. No sonorous drone of cars as they madly streaked down a distant highway to destinations unknown.

Here she could get away from it all. From the prying eyes and the laughter behind her back. She sat down in the moss, which was still not fully dry from the previous night's rain. This was the place of memories. Wonderful moments had been spent here, away from the watchful eyes of the conventional world. Here she could be at peace with herself and her furry friends, not the least of whom, her faithful Rottweiler guardian Max, was at that very moment caressing her cheek with his dripping jowl. This was the one place that she felt safe, her one true haven in life.

Then she heard it. The sound of a snapping twig. She turned her head to see them stepping our from behind the trees where they had been hidden. There were three of them. The biggest one had a scruffy half-grown beard and a rather nasty looking scar running down the side of his face. He wore a red plaid lumberjack shirt. His companion to his left sported a Harley Davidson T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. His arms, thick as most men's thighs, bulged with muscles. His tanned forearms were stained with streaks of black grease. Probably the result of long hours working on his bike, Sandra surmised. The third was shyer. He was thinner than the other two and had the dark dreamy eyes of a poet. He seemed reluctant to be here, as if he had just come along for the ride and now found himself in a situation beyond his control.

They advanced on her slowly.

"You know what we want," the big one said. Max ran up to lick the giant's hand. So much for the protection theory, Sandra thought.

"First of all, take off all your clothes. Real slowly," the muscular one in the Harley T-shirt said. "Danny here likes his women large. But he's never seen one up close before. He's kind of a virgin, he is. Put on a good show for him."

Sandra looked into the eyes of Harley-Davidson and Paul Bunyon. They meant business. Unlike poor Danny, whose eyes were apologetic, but roved over her whole body in eager anticipation nonetheless.

She decided it was in her best interest to do as they said. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and carefully placed it on the mossy carpet of the forest. She reached between her breasts to unhook her red bra. Her massive 48DD boobs spilled out, giving Danny an eyeful to contemplate. She could clearly see the bulge in his pants.

She took off her shoes and socks and unzipped her jeans, pulling both them and her lacy black underwear down over her ankles. She stepped out of them and tossed them onto the moss next to her blouse. Then she stood naked before the three men, her entire body exposed to them.

"What do you think, Danny my boy?" the giant asked the nervous lad, the scar in his face moving back to make room for his beaming smile. "Have you ever seen a pair like that? And look at that flesh. So much of it. And so smooth. I bet you can't wait to get your hands on that."

Danny gulped and stared at her in response, his eyes roaming from her dark wide nipples to the black triangle of her crotch.

Max sat down to chew a flea on his rear end.

The one in the Harley-Davidson T-shirt pulled some rope from his backpack. "We should tie her up," he said. "How about to that birch tree over there?"

"OK lady," the big one said, "you heard Darryl. Walk over to that birch tree and put your hands behind you."

Sandra slowly walked over to the birch tree, trying to ignore the pine needles and rocks cutting into the skin of her bare feet. She backed against the trunk of the birch, feeling its rough bark against her bare ass and back.

"Help me, Danny," Darryl said, tossing the shy boy a rope. Danny came over to help Darryl stretch the rope across the tree as Sandra's arms were tied behind her.

"Now help me get her legs," said Darryl as he tied a knot tightly around her ankle. He passed the other end of the rope to Danny, who ran it around the tree and tied it to her other ankle. Now Sandra was secured tightly to the tree, bound wrist to wrist, ankle to ankle, naked, spread eagled and defenseless.

Max snapped at a slow October fly that was buzzing around his nose.

"I want her first. Get her ready for me. I'm really horny today," said Darryl.

The big one came over to Sandra and ran his finger down her nose, over her chin, down the flesh between her boobs, over the sensitive skin surrounding her bellybutton and all the way to her crotch. He rubbed her clit and inserted his fingers roughly into her. Then he took her massive right breast into his mouth and began to suck it vigorously, running his tongue around and around her erect nipple as he squeezed her boob with his large, callused right paw. With his free left hand, he beckoned to Danny. He briefly pulled his lips off Sandra's teat. "Come on over, there's plenty more for you," he told the reluctant lad. "There's far too much here for one man to handle."

Danny looked up into her eyes as the he took her left breast into his mouth. Soon both men were sucking wildly at her teats.

In the meantime, Darryl had peeled off his Harley T-shirt along with the rest of his clothes. His muscles gleamed in the early afternoon light. Sandra marveled at the length of his erect penis. He was as horny as advertised. He came to her naked and knelt on the moss before her, burying his face in her furry crotch. His tongue reached out to probe her cunt and swirled around the sensitive lips of her nether mouth. He lapped her clitoris and buried his face in her mound, his muscular arms gripping her naked buttocks as he pressed his face even tighter against her. The other two men continued to devour her breasts, their heads pressing into her flesh. Despite herself, Sandra was on fire. She wanted Darryl inside her, to feel the steel of his prick ramming its way into her cunt.

She did not have to wait long. Darryl stood, his tongue leaving her crotch, running up the soft flesh of her abdomen, between her breasts, up the length of her neck until it entered her mouth at the exact second that Darryl's prick pushed its way into her vagina. She abandoned herself to the pleasure, sucking Darryl's tongue as he thrust in and out of her. She could feel the ribbed muscles of his abdomen rubbing against the soft mounds of her flesh as he pumped her and pumped her and pumped her.

The walls of her vagina were on fire and she felt them squeeze as she was about to come, milking Darryl's penis, clenching it as it exploded inside her. She felt all the muscles in Darryl's body shudder as he came, and she breathed in his snorted breath as he clutched her body tightly to his in his final spasms. She kissed him wildly and then released his tongue as he melted off of her, crouching naked on the moss, his firm thigh muscles rocking back and forth.

Thank god for birth control pills she thought.

They took her down from the tree. She fell on her knees when they untied her, the moss cool against the bare flesh of her leg. She found herself kneeling at the feet of Paul Bunyon and looked up his trunk at the red, splotchy neck beneath his grisly beard. The scar on his face looked like a valley plowed on a distant lifeless planet by a vengeful meteorite.

"You know what to do," he said.

Sandra fumbled at the zipper of his pants, conscious of her own nakedness. She could feel that he was hard within, the result of suckling at her Earth mother's breast. She pulled down the front of his jockey shorts and he sprang free. He was large, easily nine inches, and as thick as a bratwurst. She looked up one last time at his granite face before she took the head in her mouth. She ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and over his balls. Then she ran it underneath his balls before coming again up the length of the shaft to impale her head upon him.

He reached down to grab the hair on both sides of her head as he thrust violently into her. She gagged but swallowed him, letting him fuck her throat, her esophagus. She swirled her tongue around him as he battered his way into her mouth, clenching her head to his throbbing organ as if it was his long lost mother's breast.

"Get her ready for me. You know what I want," the big man told Darryl as he thrust even more violently into her mouth.

"Whatever you say, Jake," the muscle-bound motorcyclist said from somewhere behind Sandra.

She heard Darryl reaching into the backpack again and then she suddenly felt his tongue on her ass, working its way deeply into her anus as she sucked the giant's pulsing prick. She could feel Darryl's balls against her naked ankles and his muscular thighs against her own more opulent flesh. Then she felt the coolness as Darryl began rubbing the jelly into her ass.

"OK, that's enough. Turn her around. I can't wait no more," Jake said. "Take down my pants," he told her. She obliged.

Darryl and Danny disengaged her from the giant's prick and turned her around, placing her arms on a decaying log. Her head was bent down, and she gripped the log in anticipation of the onslaught.

Jake rammed his way into her asshole, and she arched her back to accommodate him. She found herself face to face with Darryl's incredibly rising prick, which she eagerly took into her mouth. As Jake assaulted her ass, she heard Max suddenly rise. The Rottweiler bounded toward Jake's ass. Its huge maw was wide open, exposing three inch fangs. The dog charged the giant and seized his balls in its mouth. Its canine tongue was soon lapping at Jake's balls and ass as if at the face of a long lost friend. So much for the guard dog theory, Sandra thought once again.

The attention Jake was receiving from Max's tongue spurred him to ram his way even more deeply into Sandra's colon. Fortunately, she was used to accommodating large men in that particular passage, so Sandra backed into him even as she sucked more vigorously at Darryl's prick, while he clasped her head to him and stroked her hair. Max suddenly took Jake's balls fully into his mouth and squeezed his jaws down upon them. Jake felt his balls contract as they brushed against the ivory of the dog's fangs and he exploded inside his hostess at the same time that Darryl filled the other end of her alimentary canal with a second massive wad of come, all three of participants in this particular piece of Bacchanalia arching their backs and collapsing on the mossy carpet of the forest.

"Where the hell were you guys last week?" asked Sandra finally after she had regained her breath. "I was here. Two o' clock, right on the hour as usual. I waited for you guys, but you never showed."

"Sorry, Sandy. Darryl got a special invitation to the national dirt bike trials and I went to be his mechanic. We would have called you, but you won't give us your phone number. Or even tell us your last name."

"It's better this way," she said. "But you'll be here next week won't you? I really missed you last time."

Darryl reached over with his bulging right arm and drew her head to his shoulder. "We wouldn't miss this for the world," he whispered softly, gently kissing her on the lips.

"And who's the new guy?" she asked them indicating Danny, who was hanging back on the periphery of the clearing.

"That's Danny," Jake said. "He's a little shy with girls. A virgin actually. We were hoping maybe you could help him out, that is if you're not too tuckered out."

"Who, me? You know me, Jake. I don't tucker very easily."

"Hi Danny," she called out to the reluctant boy, whose face was hidden in shadows. "Come on over here. I won't bite."

The young man came over and Sandra, still sitting on the mossy floor of the woods, reached up to unzip him. She rubbed the front of his thighs as she took him in her mouth. She would make it nice for Danny. She wanted him to come back.

She dearly loved her Sunday walks in the park.



A Walk in the Park



I've had a few emails about my love of shoes and a couple of readers have even emailed me photos of very sexy high heel platforms for me to drool over! 

Because I'm quite short, I learned to walk in them years ago and, nowadays, they're pretty much all I wear. 

"If you'd like to buy me a gift, I'd like a pair of shoes please!" is what I say to guys who want to take me shopping - and, it seems, plenty do. I guess it's because I'm often wearing quite revealing clothes in public and end up chatting to heaps of men whose eye I catch.

Just the other day, I was walking back from my lunch break in town and a good looking guy turned to me at a red light.

"I can't help but notice your dress," he said. "You're a very sexy girl and you certainly know what shows you off well."

I was wearing strappy four inch heels and a burgundy minidress which just covers my butt. Unfortunately, when I walk, it clings to my underwear and rides up a little; in this instance about an inch of butt cheek was showing, so I modestly pulled my dress down.

"This dress rides up easily," I said to him. "That's the problem with underwear," I added.

"Yeah, it gets in the way sometimes, doesn't it," he commented, smiling, as if he knew I was getting the hots for him already.

"Would you like to have a coffee together?" he said, trying hard to ask casually.

"I'm on my way back to work now," I told him, "but perhaps we can meet at Café Gingko tomorrow morning at 11. My name's Ally, by the way."

"Mark," he said, grinning and holding out his hand as well. "I'll look forward to tomorrow, Ally."

I could feel him watching me as I walked off, this time swinging my hips deliberately to make my dress creep up. I turned around after 20 metres or so and he was still standing in the same spot, looking broad shouldered and slim hipped in his suit, smiling at me.

The rest of the afternoon passed very quickly, as I spent it fantasising about how I'd show off to Mark in the morning. The next day, I told Chris, my boss, that I had some important messages to do and that I'd take a longer morning tea in lieu of lunch.

"Fine, Ally," he said, barely glancing up from his computer. When he saw how I was dressed, though, he stopped short and stared. 

"Aaahh, I see," he grinned. "A date, perhaps?"

"Perhaps," I said quietly, smiling. "See you in an hour or so."

To work, I'd worn my strapless chocolate brown slit dress, with black stockings and black knee-high boots. The dress was made of clingy polyester and had very high slits on both sides. The guys in the office loved this dress because my whole upper thigh became visible when I leaned over forward and the fabric fell away.

To meet Mark, though, I'd taken off my bra so my breasts jiggled nicely and the friction with the fabric made my nipples stick out. The fabric also draped over my butt cheeks nicely, making it pretty obvious that I wasn't wearing panties. Finally, I'd swapped my boots for a pair of four-inch sandals with a single slim strap across my toes and another one across the arch of the my foot.

Showing so much leg, I got plenty of looks as I walked into Café Gingko. I spotted Mark and walked over to where he'd found stools up against the bar.

"Well, Ally, you're looking just as beautiful as you were yesterday," he said, taking in my legs and boobs quickly before looking me in the face.

I smiled and we started chatting as we drank our coffees. I learned that Mark was a consultant, although exactly what he 'consulted' in remained a bit of a mystery to me.

"Do you have a habit of approaching strangers on the street?" I asked him, after a few minutes of conversation.

"Well, not really, but you're a clear exception, Ally," he replied, looking at my lap, where the front of my dress had fallen between my thighs.

I also looked down and saw that he was admiring the smooth brown flesh of my thighs, visible now almost to my waist. It made me very horny indeed to think that just a scrap of brown fabric was hiding my naked pussy from his view.

"How much time do you have?" he asked, looking me in the face again.

"Well," I lied, "I've got to buy a pair of shoes for the weekend. I've got about another 45 minutes."

He looked down at my feet, which were swinging loosely. "Why don't we do that together? I've got the time, if you don't mind me tagging along."

We walked together to a shoe shop called Zomparella, where they sell some of the funkier, more outrageous things. The girls there know me - and my fetish - pretty well by now, as I'd been in there with several guys in the past year.

"Hi Ally!" the girls called, as we came in. A couple, exiting, both gave me and my legs a long look as they squeezed past in the doorway.

"Hi Gina! Hi Terri!" I replied. "I'm on my morning break and looking for something sexy to wear on the weekend. My friend Mark here has offered to help."

The girls looked Mark up and down with approving looks.

"So what're you doing on the weekend, Ally?" Gina asked, glancing back across at Mark and giving him a toothy smile. Gina was a real party girl; she was short and plump and always wore tops to show off lots of creamy cleavage.

"You know, the usual. A couple of parties to go to, maybe do something with Mark here, if he's got the time."

Mark turned sharply around with surprise and, collecting himself, smiled broadly.

I sat down on one of the low brown leather sofas and, as we were alone in the store, I adjusted my dress so that the slits sat nice and high and the front panel hung between my thighs. 

"Mark, would you help me off with my shoes?" I asked.

Gina and Terri - no doubt already guessing that I wasn't wearing anything underneath the dress - stood watching as I raised my right leg high to meet Mark's hands. He slid one shoe off, then the other, but hadn't noticed anything yet.

"So what's new in stock?" I asked the girls, as I stood up again to browse their displays.

I could see my reflection in the shop mirrors and, as I noticed my tits bounce, started to feel horny again. 

"Oh, Mark, look at these!" I called out, pointing to a pair of red satin six-inch platforms, tied with ribbons around the ankle. I leaned over to touch the ribbons, knowing that my dress would fall forward, giving him a good view of my entire thigh almost up to my waist.

"Would you like to try those on?" asked Terri, who was watching Mark's reaction. "I'll get a pair in your size."

I sat back down on the sofa, this time arranging my dress so my bare butt was against the leather and, again, hiking the dress up to show all of my thighs. Mark was now looking in the right place and I could feel my heart race as I imagined flashing my pussy just by lifting the front of my dress a few inches.

"What do you think of those Mark? Perhaps I could wear them if we go out somewhere together this weekend," I said as I carefully spread my legs and casually slipped one hand in under the loose material.

Mark watched my hand but, before he could reply, Terri had arrived with the shoes. I took my hand out to put them on and stood to walk towards the full length mirrors. 

"Mark, do you think these would look good with a really short skirt?"

He looked at me, then at my legs, with an enquiring look on his handsome face. "How short do you mean Ally?"

I looped my fingers into the top of each slit and started to pull the waist of my dress upward. "Like this!"

The hem was now floating just below my pussy and I could feel the cool aircon tantalising my lips.

"That looks great," he said, looking in the mirror, straight at the top of my thighs.

I felt an urge to peel the whole dress off and just parade around in the shoes, but I caught Terri's mischievous eye.

"Ally, shall I show you the other way to tie the ankle straps on these?" she said as she came near and squatted close to my leg.

Terri took a glance straight up my bare leg, so I placed one foot on a low stool, giving her a clear view of my bare pussy as she retied the strap. Grinning, she finished and stood up.

"Yeah, those shoes do look good with really short skirts, don't they Gina?" she said, giving my butt a little pat, which Mark noted with interest.

"You know, I wear pretty short skirts sometimes, so I just want to be sure," I said, as I lifted the rear hem of my dress even higher and stretched it tightly across my butt. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder to see the effect this had. 

I was pleased with shapely curve of my naked butt cheeks in the mirror, so I went on. 

"These shoes are high enough to show off the curve of my upper thighs, aren't they Mark?" I asked, looking right at him, as I lifted the dress a fraction higher still and planted my legs a little further apart.

"Sure, Ally," was all Mark could say. He was now staring in the mirror at my bare pussy lips poking out below the globes of my almost totally exposed butt cheeks.

"Sorry girls, I forgot to wear panties!" I giggled. "Hope that's all right!"

They weren't at all embarrassed but just laughed and looked across at Mark, who'd blushed slightly. It was obvious he was incredibly turned on, as he couldn't take his eyes away from the rear view of my shaved pussy lips.

"You know, Mark, I do sometimes wear skirts this short - but it depends who's around to see."

I teased him by bunching the dress right up to my waist. Now my entire butt was visible, but I kept pulling the dress still higher.

"It's hard for me to imagine how a new pair of party shoes look if I'm wearing my work clothes," I laughed, enjoying the audience of Mark, Gina and Terri. 

By now, as I turned to face the mirror, I was holding my dress high enough that the bottom of my heavy tits were visible almost to the nipples. In the high heels, my legs looked very shapely, crowned by my neat, bald pussy which I could feel beginning to swell and moisten.

"We're enjoying the show, Ally!" giggled Gina. Mark and Terri laughed too, as I revelled in the rush of excitement that flowed through me.

As I wiggled my hips from side to side and let my tits sway loosely, Mark said, grinning, "Ally, if you want those shoes, let me get them for you."

"Really, Mark, they're quite expensive," I countered, but not too convincingly.

"On one condition, Ally. That you'll wear them on our date this weekend," Mark winked. "Deal?"

Just then, some customers came into the shop and, as Terri rushed over to serve them, I let my dress drop.

"Deal!" I giggled.

I sat back down on the sofa and let Gina untie my sexy new shoes. Now that Mark had seen me half naked, I didn't even bother to sit in a way which hid myself from him while I slid my own shoes on again.

While Mark was paying, I stood close to him, one breast pressed warmly against his arm. I put one hand through one of the slits in my dress and touched my pussy which, by now, was very wet. As Mark waited for his receipt he also slid his hand through the opposite slit and fondled my bare butt.

I was excited to see that the other customers, a couple, had noticed our hands and the way they made my dress ride up. As I fingered my pussy even more obviously, I wondered how I could relieve my horniness quickly, but noticed the time on Mark's watch.

"Shit, Mark, I've gotta get back to work!" I said, as I removed his hand, clattering out of the shop, saying goodbye to Gina and Terri.

"That was some show you put on in there," Mark said, whose hair was plastered to his forehead, presumably not from shop's heating.

He went on as we walked quickly together, "So, can we meet up this weekend?"

I stopped on the pavement and faced him. "Mark, you know what?"

The look on his face suggested that I was going to turn him down. His mouth went down at the corners and his brow furrowed, but he forced a little smile.

"What, Ally?" he said, finally.

"I'd like to catch up with you for lunch tomorrow. 1pm at the big fountain in Flag Park, just a few blocks away."

He grinned broadly and wiped his brow with his arm. "Sure, Ally, sure! I'd love to."

"OK, I've really gotta go. Thanks for the shoes - you're a generous darling!" I kissed him swiftly on the cheek and ran off towards work, as fast as a pair of high heeled sandals could take me.

I got back to work with just enough time to pull on my stockings and boots. The rest of the afternoon, the other staff spent staring at my jiggling braless tits, while I imagined how I could surprise Mark the next day.

* * * 

"Let me guess, Ally, another date?" were the first words Chris spoke to me when I arrived at work the next morning.

"How do you know?" I asked him suspiciously.

"I can recognise a young girl who's trying to impress someone!" he laughed, retreating back into his office.

Certainly, I'd taken some special care: I'd put my hair up and my best silver necklace contrasted nicely with my cleavage. I'd decided to wear a very short grey skirt with a knitted button-up top, cut just low enough to show the lace of one of my push-up bras. With black stockings and 'sensible shoes', it was just right for work, not too over-the-top - not until later, anyway.

"Nice top Ally!" several of the guys commented throughout the morning, especially as I kept adjusting it - and my bra - to show my tits almost to the very edges of my nipples.

At 12.50 sharp, I stepped out onto the street, feeling immediately horny. Total nudity makes me feel self-conscious, but even a little clothing I find incredibly sexy. I'd pulled my underwear off before leaving work and put on my new red shoes so, in the warm sunshine, I could feel my nipples hardening and my pussy moistening as I walked.

Just the idea that people could catch glimpses excited me, so I made sure that, at every red light, I casually rubbed my butt cheek or undid another button of my top. The looks I got aroused me a lot and, by the time I reached Mark in the park, all I wanted was his hard cock inside me.

"Wow!" he said as he looked me up and down. "I can see just about everything I've been looking forward to - including your new shoes!" he smiled broadly, his eyes resting on my skirt.

I looked down and, with my feet arched high, my painted toenails looked cute peeking out of the straps of the sandals. What Mark was noticing, though, was that my skirt was sitting just high enough for him to glimpse my pussy lips; I was enormously turned on by the knowledge that I'd walked almost three blocks like this. Still looking down, I saw also that my tits had almost bounced free of my top which was now fastened with a single button and only loosely covered my nipples.

"I've been looking forward to it too!" I giggled, taking his hand and pressing his fingers against my bare pussy. "Does that feel good?" I whispered.

"Mmmm," was all Mark murmured as he pulled me back with his free hand, leaning against the concrete edge of one of the fountains in the park. Kissing me hard, I was happy to fall forward and entwine my tongue with his and, before long, I could feel both hands slide under my skirt. 

"Do you mind me exposing you here in public?" Mark asked softly, as his strong hands explored my butt and pussy from behind, pushing the hem of skirt up.

My face was buried in his shoulder as he was doing this and all I could do was quietly whimper, "No, no . . . fuck me here Mark."

Imagining passers-by looking at my bare legs, with Mark's fingers probing and pushing my skirt higher, made me feel horny enough to explode. I was only aware of a fiery throb in my pussy and the feel of Mark's hard cock against my belly.

"Mark, undress me," I whispered as our kisses continued. "Pull my skirt right down, please . . .," I begged him as I began to feel beads of moisture running down my thighs.

Rubbing my tits even harder against him, I tried to work them free of my top, when Mark spoke again, with an edge of panic in his soft voice, "We can't do this here. There're people watching us; you're almost naked, Ally!"

Just hearing Mark's words made me even more frenzied. By squatting, I tried to lower myself onto his fingers, spreading my legs wider as I did so. 

He took his hands away, letting my skirt fall back into place, as he went on, "Ally, let's go over to a quiet spot on the grass, OK?"

I looked to where he was indicating, about 200 metres away, in the shade of some trees near the public tennis courts. I also noticed one or two clusters of bystanders who had gathered near us, trying to watch without obviously prying.

Mark shook his head, smiling, as he held me at arm's length and looked at me. "You're looking a bit like a wild amazon woman, Ally!," he laughed.

"What do you mean?" I asked, with a hint of indignation, as I looked down at myself, noticing that my top had indeed pushed aside, exposing one whole, juicy breast. 

"Mmmm, you're right Mark; it's a pretty sexy look though, isn't it?" I added as I winked and then wantonly lifted my full tit up to my mouth. Looking at Mark as I did so, I licked my nipple and bit it gently before pushing my tit back into my top, still with its one button intact.

Mark just stared with eyes wide open, so it was left to me to take his hand and lead us over to the area he had pointed at. Most of the people watching us dispersed; I imagine they thought we were finished. One or two guys followed us at a discreet distance but, as long as Mark was with me, I just found that a big turn-on.

"Lie down, Mark, on your back," I instructed him when we found a little nook amongst the trees. The nearest people were sitting several metres away on the grass and I could only hear, but not see, the tennis games in progress. 

From his briefcase, Mark silently pulled a sarong and spread it out on the grass, before taking off his jacket and tie. 

"Well prepared, Mark!" I giggled, as he lay back and watched me. I knew he could see from my feet arched high in their new red shoes right up my legs to my pussy. I stood with my legs slightly apart to give him the view he wanted and popped the last button of my top. My breasts spilled out and I squeezed and rubbed them as I watched Mark start to play with his erect cock through his pants.

I fondled my pussy a little, making sure I was really wet before I kneeled astride Mark's thighs. He leaned up to kiss my swaying tits but I leaned forward and pressed them against his face, making him fall back. Now I was crouched above him on all fours, feeling excited that my bare butt and pussy were poking out the bottom of my short skirt.

"Mark, please fuck me right now!" I whispered to him urgently, as I undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. "Have you got a condom in that case of yours?"

His cock sprang out of his boxer shorts as I pulled them down. It was nice and strong looking and I took it whole in my mouth. I loved the idea of sucking him till he almost came, then pushing him deep within me, here in the park. My butt bobbed up and down as I gave Mark his treat and I could feel my skirt rise higher and higher until it was around my waist.

"I love the feel of your tits against me, Ally," Mark said, in between his sighs and moans, which was all I could hear, apart from the 'thwack' of the tennis balls.

I stopped sucking him and squeezed my tits together around his cock, feeling his rigid thigh muscle against my swollen pussy. 

"You've got good staying power, Mark!" I giggled. "I'm about to come from just pressing against your leg!"

"Don't come yet, Ally. Let me put a condom on, OK?" Mark asked, almost out of breath.

I did it for him, pulling it on with practiced swiftness. Seeing his cock all nice and hard made me impatient; I lifted myself up and slowly eased myself onto him, closing my eyes with intense pleasure.

"Who's watching us Mark?" I asked, as we bobbed up and down and I felt his hard-on grow and shift inside me.




A Walk in the Park



He got up on his elbows to look around as I squirmed and wiggled my hips on top of him to keep him hard. "A couple of guys standing near the tennis court fence; one of them has his hand in his pocket," Mark laughed. "That group on the grass are looking over as well," he added.

Suddenly his face went pale and I knew he was about to come. I bounced hard and felt his cock expand just a little more - and then, with a little cry, the colour returned to Mark's face and he lay still, eyes closed.

"Ally, Ally, Ally," he murmured, shaking his head.

I took his limp cock and removed the condom, tying it and throwing it into the bushes, before carefully putting his dick back into his boxers. I'd come close to orgasm myself, but watching Mark come was almost as good. 

"I know we haven't even eaten, but how much time do you have?" asked Mark after a minute or so. I was still sitting on his legs, although I'd pulled my skirt down when I saw the people near us staring.

"Speak for yourself, honey," I laughed. "I ate heaps!"

"I've got another 15 minutes or so," I added, checking his watch. "I'd like to get a bit of sun, OK?"

Before Mark could even reply, I stood up, buttoning my top to barely hold my tits in. I turned and started to walk, with an exaggerated sway of my hips, towards the sunny areas of grass.

"Mark, are you coming?" I called, laughing, as I watched him gather up our things and try to do up his pants at the same time. 

The group on the grass stared as I manoeuvring past, close enough for them to see right up my skirt, especially when I nonchalantly flicked my hem up as I went by.

I found a sunny spot not too far away from them, on a little grassy mound and I sat, cross-legged on the grass, while Mark arrived. I'd untied my new shoes and had them between my legs. As he spread out the sarong again, he stared at my pussy, which I'd started to rub with the satin six inch heel.

"Mmmm, I think shoes and feet are so sexy!" I said loudly, "Don't you Mark?"

Hearing my words, the group near us looked over but their view of my pussy was blocked by my hand rubbing and pressing the strappy shoe against me.

"I'd love it if you came and fondled my tits Mark," I said more softly. "Playing with my shoes like this is always such a turn on."

He looked around him, as if to take stock of who could see us. We were out in the open and office workers were walking on the nearby paths and several groups were within metres, although only one was really watching me.

"Do you ever wear panties, Ally?" Mark asked, as he clambered to kneel behind me. "Surely you don't dress like this for work?"

"Mmm, that's a secret," I said quietly, as I dropped the shoe and pulled Mark's hands around me to fondle my sensitive breasts.

"That's it, you've got it," I praised him as his hands slid under the fabric and squeezed my tits and, with his fingers, twirled my nipples. 

Because I'd dropped my shoe, but was still sitting cross-legged, the group near us could now see my glistening pussy clearly. I looked across at them and smiled, causing most of them to glance away quickly.

I picked up my shoe and started rubbing it against my pussy again, faster and faster against my hard little clit. With Mark nibbling the back of my neck and pulling on my nipples, it was as close to heaven as I could imagine, especially when I noticed the little group stealing looks across at us.

"Mark, I'm coming, I'm coming," I started to moan. 

"Shhhh, Ally!" he hissed in my ear, "Not too loud, OK?"

I couldn't help exclaiming, "Oh, oh, oh . . ." as little spasms of electricity went through me. Right now, more than anything, I wanted something hard inside me and I looked down at the heel of my shoe.

I used the clean tip of it to prise my pussy lips apart and gently pushed to see if it would go. It would; I was so wet it slid in easily, almost the whole six inches of it. Mark was looking over my shoulder now and could see what I'd done too.

"Bloody hell, Ally!" he whispered, as I felt the last pre-orgasmic tremors flood through me. 

I was on the precipice of a huge orgasm and knew if I even moved the shoe an inch, I'd come immediately. In the end, all it took was for me to look across at the group on the grass; their attentiveness to my public masturbation raised my arousal just that little bit it needed.

"Mark, Mark . . ." I almost choked on my words as I felt my body tremble and spasm.

He just held me tight, squeezing my tits till I thought I'd suffocate. I fell back onto him and he held me as I stretched my legs out onto the sarong. I must have looked a sight to the people who noticed: skirt up around my waist, swollen pussy lips with a slutty red high heeled shoe inserted, moaning softly in ecstasy as my orgasm subsided.

"Oh Mark!" I said to him as my energy returned and I slowly took the shoe out. I flopped onto my belly, feeling the sun on my bare butt. "That was amazing! You are amazing!!"

He just smiled as he ran his hand over my brown butt, looking as though he'd slain the lion in the gladiator's arena. He had every right to feel confident though, I thought, as guys who can help a girl get it off in public are always in demand!

I returned to work with a lightness in my step and a smile on my face that nearly everyone commented on.

"Pleasant date, then, Ally?" asked Chris, when I met him in the coffee room.

"You could say that!" I grinned, as I offered him a coffee.



A Walk In The Park



I love springtime. The air is so fresh and sweet and smells of new budding flowers, even in the city. The cool, refreshing breezes are gentle. One soft spring day, I decided to take a stroll. 

I wanted to look and feel my very best to match the day, so after my bubble bath, so I went to my lingerie drawer and selected my frilliest, silkiest panties. When I pulled them on, the silk felt cool against my bottom, still warm from the bath. From another drawer, I took the matching bra. It is a delicate satin and felt cool and smooth on my breasts. In my armoire, I found my sexiest slip, pink silk with a nylon lace bodice and frothy lace hem. Tiny satin bows are worked into the lace here and there. I slid it on over my head, worked it over my bosom, and it slithered down to my hips, I smoothed the skirt and looked in my mirror. I liked the effect, so I sat on my vanity seat and pulled on my sheerest thigh-highs. Then I stepped into a pair of spike heels. The effect in the mirror was getting even better. 

I brushed my hair one hundred strokes. I have long, honey-auburn hair that spills over my shoulders in soft waves. Then I sprayed it with my perfume and put a dab on each of my pulse points. I began my makeup with a pale ivory foundation. Then I used auburn eyebrow pencil to create arching feminine brows. I patted a pale violet shadow onto my eyelids, and used velvet black mascara to build thick, feathery lashes. I put a tender blush on my cheeks. My crimson lipstick made my lips look moist and very kissable. I licked them, enjoying the familiar sweet, feminine taste. 

I slipped on a filmy pink silk blouse with a sweetheart neckline that dipped low enough to show a little lace from my slip. Then I chose my most romantic full skirt. It is midnight blue satin georgette, and it swishes romantically against my skirt with every step I take. Once again, I looked in my mirror. Satisfied that I looked very dainty and feminine, I picked up my purse and went out the door. 

My heels clicked prettily on the pavement as I strolled down the street. I headed for the park, where the air would be the sweetest and most fragrant. A naughty little breeze blew up under my skirt, billowing it out and tickling my panties, and I felt very sexy, like Marilyn Monroe in the famous picture. At that moment I was passing a construction site, and as I smoothed my skirt, I heard, "I want some of that!" from above. Then another man yelled, "Hey. sweetcheeks, bring that up here, and I'll show you what to do with it." Another man called out, "Oh, momma!" and a fourth man whistled at me. I looked up to see them looking down on me from the third floor girders where they were working. They were all stripped to the waist and very muscular. I smiled up at them sweetly and blew them a soft kiss. Their invitations and whistles followed me until I rounded the corner. It was very flattering. 

In the park, I strolled aimlessly up one path and down another, enjoying the warm spring air, dreamily thinking about my boyfriend, and wishing he were here with me. I was looking at the graceful swans by the lakeside when I felt someone come up behind me. I turned, and it was my boyfriend! "Tom!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" 

"I was sitting on a bench, having my lunch, when it seemed like I heard you calling me. I looked up, and there you were, looking at the swans on the lake! Now how's that for a coincidence?"

I immediately realized what had happened. We are so compatible that Tom "heard" me when I was wishing he was with me. At that moment, I knew that this handsome, wonderful man would be my husband. My days of flirting and playing were over. I was his and his alone from now on. And I needed to care for him.

I turned to him with smiling eyes. "Well, sometimes coincidences happen, even really nice ones like this." I took his arm, squeezed it, and pressed my hip against his side. "Let's go back to your bench so you can finish lunch. I wouldn't want you to be late getting back to work!"