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Walk in the Park

By: Seductive_lover



Kathy rose early that Saturday morning the thunder rattled her windows rolling over she glanced at the alarm clock the neon red numbers flashed back at her. Searching the mound of covers that now were scattered all over her bed she found the remote control and turned on the television that sat on her dresser. Propping herself up on her elbows the covers fell to her waist exposing her pert breasts. Flicking through the channels she finally came to the local news channel and in the upper right corner of the screen was displayed the weather forecast for today. Seeing the bright sun icon and a high temperature of 85 degrees she giggled and looked back towards the window. Turning off the television she threw off the covers and rolled out of bed. 

Jesus don't them people look outside she thought as she slipped on her slippers and moved across the room towards the window. Peering through the curtains she watched as several people milled about in the rain most carried umbrellas some ran with their newspaper their only shelter from the driving rain. Looking off into the horizon she did notice a patch of blue in the otherwise gray -black sky. Her face pressed to the cool glass she tried to look up and down the street her eyes scanning the sky looking for any sign of clearing. Her breathing quickly caused the window to fog up her small fist rose to the window and she wiped away the condensation.

As she did her breast brushed the windowpane. Almost instantly her nipple hardened as it came in contact with the cool glass. Startled by the sudden shock of the contact she stepped back the curtains closed as her hand cupped her erect nipple. She couldn't help but run her fingertips around the hard bud of her breast soon her other nipple starving for the same attention also rose. As she circled her one nipple with her fingers her other hand moved up and cupped the other breast and began to knead it her eyes closed as her hands played havoc with her mind.

Across the room her full-length mirror displayed her form from behind. Her ass cheeks clenched as her fingers gripped her nipples and rolled them then gently tugged at them. A soft whimper and a shudder and soon her slender fingers were moving down her smooth stomach before even she was aware the mirror reflected what was happening. Her legs parted slightly her ruby red nails could be seen as they appeared between her legs. Curling upwards as her fingers cupped her pussy her leg rose up her foot coming to rest on the windowsill. Her pussy lips parted as her middle finger moved between them her hips moved back as she bent over slightly her hand against the glass steadying her as she rubbed her pussy.

Her nail dug into the tender flesh of her pussy as it made its way towards her clit her knee moved outwards and once again the mirror displayed her tender sweet buttocks as they tightened her finger now moving over her swollen clit. Moving her clit in a circle her finger and clit began a classic game of cat and mouse her finger being the cat that chased the mouse her quickly becoming slippery clit that ever elusive mouse. Her breathing more rapid now another finger joining in the chase quickly her clit was trapped by the pursuing fingers rolling their captive between them squeezing its base causing the tip to become a maroon red as the blood supply was threatened. 

Her hair brushed the middle of her back as her head fell back and deep guttural groan leaked out of her pursed lips. Her clit now a captive of her fingers manipulated by them was being pulled from its hiding place as her thumb rubbed its head. Her cat at one time curled up in the chair by her dresser stretched his body twitching as he rose to his feet his eyes fighting to open to investigate the sounds that his ears had captured. Looked to the mirror as was captivated by the sight of her fingers in the reflection as they released her clit and traveled the length of her slit. The intake of her breath through her clenched teeth caused the cat's head to swing in her direction. Hopping down off its perch he moved silently across the room. Just as her finger which had just moments before been rimming her entranced pushed its way inside her his sleek body grazed her calf. 

Her eyes widened with fear as he moved along her calf his tail curled around her knee its tip licking at her upper thigh as he purred and rubbed up against her leg. Almost frozen with the fear of being caught with her finger in her pussy her legs trembled almost causing her to fall over. Her hand that seconds before was manipulating her pussy grasped the windowsill. The juices from her pussy staining the paint as she looked down between her legs and smiled down at Mischief. Looking back up at her he let out a soft meow his tail now wrapped around her leg.

" Mischief you scared me half to death," she said as she lowered her leg and bent over to stroke his head. Her pose captured by the mirror her pussy clearly soaking wet now peeked out from between her slightly parted thighs the delicate lips swollen with passion. Responding with a louder meow his eyes gazed upwards and scanned her pussy as her hands rubbed his sides he began to purr his tail twitching as she slapped his sides gently the soft thud echoing around the room. As she crouched down to scratch his chin his tail moved over her ass its softness felt so good as it swayed back and forth across the tight skin. Her fingernails lightly scratching his lower jaw he sauntered forward his tail standing tall was bent over as he moved forward the full length of it travelling along her pussy.

Her clit twitched at the softness of his fur as it moved over it the hunger that lie within her pussy once again evident as the tip of his tail flicked her clit. Turning quickly his face nuzzled her inner thigh as she ran her fingers along his spine. Loving the attention showing his affection with a constant steady purr his body slumped over and caressed her inner thigh as he continued back between her legs. Suddenly stopping his nose twitching as he caught an almost familiar yet strange scent his head moved side to side as he searched for the source. His whiskers tickled her thighs as his cold nose touched her pussy. 

Jumping to her feet her pussy now on fire a sweat breaking out on her forehead she shivered as her hand cupped her pussy. She could feel it churn and vibrate beneath her fingers as she stood there in front of the window. Mischief completely unaware of what he had done continued to circle her feet. With almost a blinding effect the sun broke through the heavy clouds and burst into her room the unanticipated warmth of it through the window warmed her body. Pumping her arms into the air, " Yes! Yes! Yes! I guess they were right again. My plans not ruined I will get my jog today outdoors."

With a bounce in her step spinning around she snatched up her towel and walked towards the door as she walked past the mirror her image displayed to her as others saw her. For a brief moment her eyes sparkled as she took in the beautiful creature that stood before her. Then walked briskly from her room hung up her towel and stepped into the shower. Crouching as she adjusted the temperature of the water finding a happy medium between hot and cold standing her head tilted back the steady stream of water cascading over her body. Rushing around and between her breasts and over her stomach the warmth of the water and the steady beating of the pulsating showerhead washing the sleepy feeling from her body.

Stepping out of the shower her body now alive and refreshed she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth her hair wrapped in a towel she sashayed down the hall Mischief who had been laying in wait outside the door followed her. Entering her room, she approached her dresser, opening the top drawer she took out a pair of powder blue panties. Slipping into them the material cupping her buttocks she closed the drawer and opening the next drawer taking out her black skirt she stepped into it pulling it up around her waist. Looking over her shoulder into the mirror she pulled the skirt into place ensuring that her panties were not showing. Satisfied that they did not, she slipped into her halter-top and unwrapping the towel from her hair. Brushing it out the natural curls in her hair becoming more evident as it dried the aroma from her hair filling her nostril as she flipped her head back. Pulling her hair into a ponytail retrieving a pair of socks she sat on the edge of the bed pulling them on.

Standing she turned and examined her appearance in the mirror her hand smoothing out her skirt then tugging her halter top down. The sunlight catching the jewel that pierced her navel the resulting kaleidoscope of colors fanning out over the walls of her room. Reaching over scratching Mischief's head one last time she quickly made her way downstairs and grabbed her waist pouch and sneakers, opening the pouch she removed her keys, kneeling she put on her sneakers. Taking one last look in the mirror she tightened her ponytail then opening the door stepped out into the warm sunshine. Locking the door then checking the handle she put the keys back into her pouch and made her way down the stairs.

God she loved how the early morning rain made everything shine the pavement glistened in the sun the birds now coming out from hiding they seemed to be greeting her as she made her way towards the park. Up ahead she could see a couple of kids trying desperately to get a kite off the ground the taller one running as fast as he could, the other trailed behind him. Their only connection the string that stretched between them and the desire to see the kite high in the sky. Smiling as she recalled her youth, the many times that her brother and her had ran that same stretch of grass doing just as they were doing now. The many triumphs and defeats as well, brought to the surface as she watched the kite take flight. The little girl stopping jumping up and down with joy as the boy raced through the park the kite climbing higher as the string unraveled from the spool. 

As she crossed the street the kite cast a shadow before her as it sailed past the sun off in the distance she observed the many kites that soared above the earth her smile broadened as the sun warmed her face. Reaching the path she picked up the pace her walking slowly being transformed into a jog as she made her way along the path the laughter of the little girl faded and was soon replaced by the frogs and crickets that lined the path. Pigeons that pecked at the ants that crawled across the path scattered as she approached the steady beat of her feet warning the others ahead of her arrival. The fluttering of their wings as they took flight the soft cooing noise they made as they fled her filled her ears as she adjusted her pace her heart rate increasing as she made her way up the small incline.

As she rounded the bend, the path narrowed tall willow trees providing her with some much needed shade. Glancing at her watch she noticed that it had been almost and hour of running, her body almost as wet as it was that morning in the shower but this time the moisture did not come from a shower head instead it was expelled from within her. Looking to her right through the trees she caught a glimpse of a bench that was nestled back in a small clearing she had lived in the area all her life had traveled this same path almost daily never before had she noticed it.

Ducking under the branches she made her way to the bench the trees opening above her the sun beating down on her glancing down at the bench seeing it was dry she took a seat. Her arms stretched out along the back of the bench her legs straight out in front of her parted slightly she lay her head back and closing her eyes she basked in the heat of the warm sunshine. Above her a squirrel leaped from branch to branch seeing her it stopped in mid stride its tail twitched wildly its beady little eyes never straying from her. With a leap of faith it flew through the air the branches above her soaked still from the morning rain came let loose the water that remained. The sudden barrage of water rains down on her shaking her from her dream. 

As she opens her eyes she catches some movement within the trees before she had time to react a German shepherd was before her his tongue licking the top of her thigh. Her hand immediately moving down between her thighs his tongue licking the back of her hand as he looked up at her. His tongue felt so silky and smooth as it lapped at her hand reaching down with both hands she grabbed his head and massaged his ears his tongue dangled from his mouth she leaned forward and said, " Are you lost little fella?" Lifting his head as she did so. His tongue licked her face laughing at him she fell backwards the dog wasting no time moved his nose under her skirt and sniffed her panties.

"Oh no you don't you naughty dog you." Her hand pressing her skirt between her pussy and the dog's nose. His cold nose nudged her hand trying to move it out of the way whimpering as he did so. She tried to close her thighs but was prevented from doing so by the dog as he shifted forward his body making it impossible for her to close them. His tongue licked her bare inner thigh repeatedly, she giggled as his tongue tickled her soft skin she moved her hand to her thigh to try and get him to stop, with lightning quick speed his nose lifted her hand and his tongue lapped at the crotch of her panties. Her nipples stiffened straining against her halter-top her clit almost immediately stiffened as well as his long wet hot tongue soaked her panties. 

His cold wet nose set her clit on fire his tongue seemed to completely encompass her entire pussy as she felt his broad tongue drive itself beneath her its tip flicking the tight bud of her asshole through her panties. "Arggghhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Nooooooooo please….." she cried as his rough strong tongue moved up her pussy the material now thoroughly drenched with his saliva his tongue shifted directions and curled and worked its way back beneath her. She could feel his teeth as he continued to lap as her panties. With a snort her clit seemed to explode as his hot breath blasted her panties. Her hips rose up her whole body vibrated her toes curled as her cunt exploded sending forward a tidal wave of her cream. 

Unable to possible absorb any more liquid her panties acting like a strainer, her orgasm causing every muscles in her body to tighten she swore she heard all of her joints crack, wave after wave of her juices spraying the dog's mouth her thighs dripping. Spurred on by her discharge the dog licked his way up her thighs then just as she recovered from her first orgasm his tongue moved under her panties. Her body too weak to fight him she slumped lower as once again her entire body shook, his thick wet tongue curling she could feel its tip dip between the puffy lips of her pussy and drive deeper. Her head shot back as her thighs spread even further the small of her back resting on the lip of the bench his snake like tongue squirming its way to the depths of her pussy. 

The outside world no longer mattered, the sun a mere memory, the canopy of leaves above her fading as her whole nervous system seemed to be stroked by the magical tongue. Just as her eyes rolled back in her head plunging her into total darkness her pussy once filled to capacity with the dog's tongue seemed empty. Fighting to lift her head her without warning she was dislodged from the bench. A small finishing nail catching the back of her halter-top her skirt flying up around her waist as the dog gripped her panties in his powerful jaws and staggered backwards. Before she knew it her top was over her face, pulled inside out, her arms over her head, her back and shoulders suspended inches above the ground. The nail firmly anchored in her shirt her breasts exposed her nipples now standing nearly an inch high struggling to free herself she froze in her tracks as she heard and felt her panties being ripped from her body.

Tossing his head from side to side her panties clenched in his powerful jaws almost as if he knew that the panties were the heart of his prey her pussy now bare and completely at his mercy he released his grip on her panties. Before her torn panties were even on the ground his nose was buried deep between her thighs. Dropping to his belly his long thick rubbery tongue whipped out and slapped against her pussy. Blinded by her shirt, her arms hopelessly trapped above her head, all Kathy could do was spread her legs further apart. As she did just that the swollen dripping folds of her pussy parted as well her pussy juice dripping from her entrance the dog's tongue quickly capturing it as it seeped from within her. 

His teeth mashed her clit as her banged his snout against her cunt his rough tongue swished over her blood engorged clit sending her speeding towards yet another orgasm. His tongue cut into her oozing pussy fucking it into her to the hilt. His teeth scrapped her exposed clit as he growled her pussy cream coating his snout. " Ohhhh! I am yours! Eat me! Lick my fucking cunt!" she screamed. Her ass lifting, she could feel his tongue slither deep inside her, deeper than anyone had ever been. Her body arched her feet slid under her, her knees so wide apart the muscles of her inner thighs stuck out her pussy lips parted wider, then were ripped even wider still by his tongue as it gathered her cream from the deepest depths of her pussy. 

Pussy juice dripped from his jaw his tongue relentless as it drove in and out of her all at once she could feel every fiber of her body tense her cunt clamping closed around his tongue. "Unnnnnn! Cummmmmminnnnnnggggggggg! Nnnnnnnnnnnnn!" she panted as her pussy seemed to suck his tongue deeper. Her body rigid her head moving across the bench the nail shredding her top the material ripped from her body as her cunt let go a steady stream of cream. The first drops of her juices hitting his tongue the dog worked his tongue faster and faster in and out of her lapping at the delicious liquid that spilled from her cunt. 

With a yelp the tongue that was licking her pussy was gone before she could recover from her orgasm and uncover her eyes she felt a pair of hands on her wrists yanking her to her feet. Spun around as she hit her feet she could feel a strong body against her back suddenly her world was filled with color again her halter-top ripped from her body. Turning to look over her shoulder to see who was behind her she felt her hair being ripped out by the roots as the powerful hands forced her to again look forward. "Owwwwwwww! Please don't hurt me! Please I'll do anything!" she pleaded. Then seconds later her world once again plunged into darkness as a strip of material was placed over her eyes and tied firmly behind her head.

She could hear the rattle of a chain then felt a band of leather slide around her neck. Frozen with fear her heart stopped as she felt it being drawn tighter her hands quickly moved to her throat her fingers unable to slide between the leather and her throat she saw her whole life flash in front of her eyes. Fear gripped her very soul as the figure behind her covered her mouth with a length of tape. Suddenly her nose seemed plugged, her lungs fighting for air, her cries now nothing more than a whisper as they bounced off the tape and seemed to echo in her head. Never before had anything seemed as loud in her life, not even when as a child, her father and used to sit with her under the airplanes as they roared overhead landing at the airport.

Her arms pulled behind her back the stainless steel cold as it encircled her thin wrists stiffening her body rising up as she perched on her tipi-toes. The vibration of each metal tooth causing her heart to beat faster, the clasp pinching her skin the sharp edges of the steel slicing her wrist. With her life on the line in a first and last-ditch effort to save herself she lifted her leg driving her heel upward between the legs of the owner of the cuffs. Her shoulders jerked forward her upper torso prevented from doubling completely over by the strength of the hand that had pushed her forward her foot merely bouncing off his knee. His other hand wrapped within the chain that now joined her wrists her hands facing inwards, closed around his massive hand as she stumbled forward.


Walk in the Park



Taking a half step back her body tingled as felt HIS bare leg against her calf, she knew it was a man now. Her ass for a moment grinding against the hot cylinder of flesh that rested between her firm fleshy buttocks. She could feel her clit emerge from its sheath as he felt his hips slam into her ass her mind taking over. Secretly she had always wanted to be totally under the control of a man she wanted to be made his slave hell she had told herself many times after waking her fingers buried deep inside her pussy her thighs clasped tight around her hand. The bed sheet drenched under her as her pussy continually discharged surge after surge of her pussy juice, a steady stream circled her arm and wrist as it coursed its way along her fingers.

Brought back to reality by a gentle nudge from behind she could feel the cloth as it swept over her erect nipples she started walking as he nudged her again her pussy saturated, her lips swollen with desire rubbed one another as she calmly started forward. Blinded, her hands behind her back she walked with confidence, her fear replaced with anxiety his mere presence making her fear nothing. The dog barked her heart skipped a beat again her pussy twitched as she felt his tail whisk across her inner thigh as he walked proudly before her. 

A hand on her shoulder brought to an end her forward progress. She could hear his feet as he shuffled around her, her head following the sound. Her other shoulder seemed to burn as she felt his hand come to rest. She shivered as she felt his shadow cast over her dropping her eyes her chin resting on her chest as she showed total obedience. Her fantasy and her fear mixing she didn't know what would play out but she didn't have a choice in the matter she was his. 

Gently the hand that now cupped her chin eased her face upwards her eyes burning with passion her body trembling with horror she melted as she felt the back of his other hand move along her cheek. Her head tilting she rubbed her face against his fingers as she purred softly. Her thighs tensed as her pussy twitched the fingers now on the tape that stretched across her lips he ever so delicately removed the tape. With a moan her legs turning to rubber as she felt his other hand between her legs. His fingers longer than the tiny expanse of material that make up her skirt the bare flesh of his finger tips seemed to sear the precious segment of skin that separated her asshole from her pussy.

Her feet twisted outwards in an attempt to open up her pussy to his ministrations. The width of his index finger now budged her drenched lips apart, the coarseness of his skin scuffing her inner lips as she felt it move back. The heel of his hand dragging the hem of her skirt over her clit then back again as his thick rough finger smoothly entered her. She could feel her pussy being driven apart as he worked his finger deeper. Her arousal evident his finger meeting no resistance as it plunged deep inside her aided by the creamy wet discharge of her pussy. 

Her face turned skyward she could feel the heat of the sun against her cheeks and forehead as he began to finger fuck her cunt. His thumb now sliding back and forth between the lips of her cunt rubbing her clit each time his finger curled within her and withdrew. Turning his hand he moved a second finger inside her. "Ooh Gawd!!!!! Arggggghhh!" she groaned as they spread apart while buried inside her, twisting his wrist he pulled back only to corkscrew them back inside her. 

His arm moved quickly around her waist, catching her as she trembled, gurgling, her body convulsed as she exploded. Her pussy again expelling a spray of her bodily fluids her thighs dripping wet she could feel a single stream move over her calf her pussy again erupting as she felt the dog's tongue lick her calf. His whiskers tickled as he licked his way up the back of her leg his nose cool as it moved along her ass his tongue curling around the fingers that worked in and out of her pussy. Then uncurling dragged itself between the cheeks of her ass and over her asshole.

Cradling her in his arm his fingers left her pussy as he pulled her body to his. She could smell him now, her shoulder nestled against his, she inhaled deep his scent mixed with hers her lips spread apart by his fingers as they eased into her mouth. Her soft tongue moved between his fingers curling around them as he pushed them into her mouth. Her lips wrapping around the base of his fingers as he pulled them back her head shifting forward to swallow them again sucking them hungrily tasting herself for the first time was exciting enough but the current circumstances heightened her excitement. 

Her head bobbed up and down on his fingers thoroughly cleaning them her tongue swirling around and between them making sure to collect all of her cream. His fingers left her mouth with a wet slurping sound. She whimpered for more, her tongue moved around her lips searching for any stray taste of her cream. Leaning forward his hands on her hips he pressed his lips to hers his tongue joining hers circling her lips rushing ahead of hers rolling over it then wrapping around it as it moved over his. Hers moving along his thrusting into his mouth their tongues wrestled as they moved between his mouth and hers.

His hands moved over her ass and down her thighs sliding under her skirt he parted the cheeks of her ass just as the dog's tongue darted from his lips taking aim at her asshole she felt the tip of his tongue dig at her asshole. A feeling of utter pleasure overcame her as she sensed his tongue work its way inside her asshole. Releasing his grip the dog's tongue was trapped by her closing ass cheeks quickly it retreated then returned twisting between the crack of her ass licking faster its edge moving over her asshole. Just as quickly as the kiss started it ended she could hear a click beside her ear she felt the cold chain as it rested between her heaving breasts then felt it being pulled taunt. Being led forward by her neck the strap of leather around her throat digging into her flesh as he pulled on the chain that was now connected to it. 

The dog sat licking his lips the taste of her asshole fresh on his tongue as he watched his master lead her away. Whining softly he rose to his feet and sauntered behind her his nose between her legs sniffing her ass as she walked she could feel his whiskers on each thigh and occasionally his nose as she was led along blindly. 

" Here will do." He said as he came to a stop the chain slack once again mad contact with her breast then nestled between them as she came to a halt. The dog stopping behind her began to once again lick between her thighs she loved the feel of his tongue as it moved over her pussy and then up over her asshole. Tilting her hips she spread her thighs to allow his tongue full access to her charms. Her hips rolled in a tight circle as he continued to bathe her cunt and asshole with his tongue, the chain between her breasts cold as it licked at her breasts. 

Hearing a door open she was pulled forward just as the dogs tongue split the folds of her pussy and worked its way inside. His tongue ripped from its hiding place deep inside her as she felt a hand on her head lowering it as she was placed inside a car. Her hands behind her back she felt the chain coil between her sticky thighs as he let it fall from his hand. The door closed with a thud she heard the door behind her open and then felt the dog's hot breath on her shoulder as he climbed on the back seat and began to lick the sweat from her neck. His tongue curled under her chin, along her jaw then behind her ear. She giggled and then heard the door shut the dog continued to lick her, the door across from her open she felt the seat sink as her climbed into the car. The dog stopped immediately and she could hear him settle down on the back seat. The door slammed shut she then felt the car shake as he turned the key bringing it to life. Shifting into drive as the car lurched forward her back was forced into the seat.

She could hear his turn signal and then as the car accelerated she slid across the seat towards him stopping only when her thighs pressed against his. His hand leaving the steering wheel came to rest on her knee once again a feeling of warmth moved through her as he gently squeezed her thigh. Travelling at a high rate of speed he wove his way through traffic after about 20 minutes the car turned one last time then hopped the echo of the exhaust telling her they had entered a garage the car came to a stop. Placing the car in park he applied the emergency brake the cut off the ignition. 

Reaching over he untied her shirt from around her head her eyes unable to focus at first she turned her head and for the first time she cast her eyes upon her attacker. His soft brown eyes looked deep into hers as his hand moved across her shoulders. Simultaneously then leaned towards each other their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss she sucked his tongue as it moved between her lips his hand removing the cloth from her shoulder her breasts now exposed fully. As she leaned towards him she could feel the pool of metal links slip further under her their coolness against her pussy causing her nipples to stiffen.

Breaking the kiss his hand moving over her cheek his thumb brushing under her eye, as he seemed to look deep into her soul, she watched as his lips parted her ears straining to hear the first words from his lips. " I am not going to hurt you in any way my only plan is to bring you ultimate pleasure and have you return the same to me" he said, she hung on every syllable her head nodding yes she whispered, "thank you."

Opening his door he climbed out of the car her eyes moved over his tight ass as he climbed out his hips turned her view changed from his ass to the massive bulge in his shorts. She could clearly see the log thick talk of his cock as it throbbed within his shorts she licked her lips yet again her thighs squeezed together as she imagined what that cock was going to feel like inside her tight pussy. Closing her eyes she squirmed as her mind focused on how that cock would feel in her ass she hoped he would fuck her asshole. She had always wanted to try anal sex but had been too afraid but now she thought was her chance she was completely at ease with this man. He had awoken her deepest passions he had taken her to a height of arousal that until now she had thought was impossible. She said to herself, " He can and will have all of me I am his possession.""

A gleam in her eye as she turned to him as he opened her door turning her hips she exited the car the cloth that had covered her breasts lay on the seat. The door slammed shut behind her, she stepped up between his legs her thighs grinding against the bulge in his shorts she wished that her hands were free. For if they were she would have wasted no time in ripping his shorts off and attacking the large piece of man meat that now throbbed against her thigh. He ground his hips back against her she could feel his cock grow even more shifting and swelling the heat of his cock radiating against her skin as she twisted her hips and moved her pussy over his cock. With a rocking motion she gyrated her pussy against his cock his cock moved upwards till finally it lay perpendicular to her slit, as his cock strained against his shorts she slid her pussy up and down along its length. 

Without warning his lust overcoming him he spun her around her breasts mashed against the window her fingers feeling his cock brush them traveled up and down his manhood as she felt her skirt being lifted. His hand moved between her legs and over her pussy, she wiggled her ass backwards bending at the waist. Her chin coming to rest on the hood of the car her fingers still in contact with his cock however the distance greater she had to be happy with just stroking the crown of his cock through his shorts. 

The fabric of his shorts moved briskly downwards her fingertips touched the hot flesh of his cock his head pulsed and she felt a drop of his sticky cum under her fingers. Spreading it all over its surface her fingers ran under the rim of his cock she tugged softly on his head. She heard him moan as he pulled his hips back his shorts dropping around his ankles he kicked them across the floor as he clicked the remote and the garage door came to life and began its descent. She turned to look back at him her eyes pleading with him to fill her with his cock she edged her ass back at him.

His hands moved over her hips and up along her sides she cooed softly as his rough hands cupped her breasts. Massaging them gently his fingers sliding along her breasts until only her hard nipples were between his fingers her breathing increased she bit her bottom lip as he tugged on both her nipples his fingers twisting them then letting them go. Her attention quickly shifting from her breasts to her pussy as she felt the head of his cock push between her thighs as he stepped up behind her. She spread her thighs her fingers fanned out over his hairy stomach as he closed her thighs around his cock taking it captive making his cock her prisoner.

Her nails dug into the tender flesh of his stomach causing it to tighten his cock pushing deeper his balls slap the back of her thighs as she feels the entire length of his cock slide back and forth along her wet slit. Her fingers scratch his stomach as his cock rubs her clit her thighs drawn tighter together the width of his cock forced deeper between the lips of her pussy. As he saws his cock into her pussy her pussy begins to moisten soon his cock glistens with a thin coating of her juices.

Her thighs part as his cock moves back the tip of his cock grazes her entrance she shudders as she feels it push against her entrance the lips of her cunt opening as he pushes harder. Her pussy lips engulf the head of his prick as it stretches her hole wider the head now within her she felt it pulse and swell as her pussy lips wrapped around it. Deliberately slow he inched his cock forward his shaft sinking into her the inner walls of her pussy driven wider apart by his invading cock. She could almost feel her pussy tearing as more and more of his cock was buried inside her. With a sudden thrust of his hips he drove his cock forward just as she herself drove her ass back at him her pussy filled with his meat. The inner flesh of her pussy rippled along his cock as it lay throbbing and jumping deep inside her.

Remaining still letting her adjust to the width of his cock he marveled at her ability to massage his cock with her pussy. Never before had he felt a pussy grip his cock so well he could feel every muscle of her pussy as she tensed and then relaxed her grip on his cock. Her hips rolled as she moved them forward he could feel her pussy move up along his cock she continued forward till his head was the only thing inside her and with a grunt she slammed her ass back at him. His cock once again filling her cunt her hands curling into tight fists as she felt his balls slap her clit her breasts slap against the widow as his hips drive her ass forward. Her lips cling to his cock as her pussy is forced to slide along his cock her hands pull at her restraints as she fights to free them.

His hands steady her hips as he begins to fuck her with long slow strokes of his cock each stroke longer in length, each one quicker than the last. Her thighs tremble, her eyes roll in her head as his one hand grabbing a fist full of her hair pulls her head back. Her cunt pulsates around his thrusting cock her mouth opens in a silent scream as once again she feels her orgasm building within her. Just as she thinks she has all of his cock inside her she feels him pull back and with a mighty thrust she feels his balls swing up between her legs and spank her clit. Her cunt on fire her head held back by her hair his other hand moves over her hip and between her thighs her cunt erupts at the feel of his fingertips as they grip her clit. Her cunt juices spray both their thighs as they swirl around his thrusting member his cock her pussy lips forced outwards as her cream forces its way between his shaft and her pussy lips.

Pulling and rolling her rock hard clit between his fingers he continues to fuck her dripping pussy. Her thighs dripping, his balls drenched slapping repeatedly at her pussy lips, as she shudders. Suddenly her whole body tenses, her cunt gripping him so tight he fights for each inch of movement. His stomach ripples against her hands as he drives his cock deep inside her. His balls slam up against the base of his cock he feels his load burst forth from his balls and run along the shaft of his cock. "Oh Yes Fuck Baby Yeah!!!!!!!" he bellows as his cock explodes inside her.

As the first burst of his cream hits the walls of her pussy she climaxes again, their juices combine and are forced from inside her as his cock slides in and out. His cum drips from her pussy as he lets go another blast, her pussy already saturated unable to hold any more liquid. His cock swells once more, he grits his teeth holding back as long as he can, the pressure building and with a final forward thrust he empties his balls inside her filling her cunt to overflowing. Her legs like rubber she is held up by his cock he releases her hair she turns and looks at him.

A look of contentment on her face his covered in sweat he leans over her body her hands trapped between their bodies as they kiss. His cock slips from inside her with it a stream of their combined cream runs the length of her leg. Reaching into his shirt pocket he takes the key and unlocks the handcuffs. Her arms free she rubs her wrists and turns to face him. She smiles as she wraps her arms around his neck his arms encircle her as they kiss again. She whispers in his ear, "I am yours to do with as you please."

A sigh comes from the depth of his chest as he hugs her tighter he whispers back, " shall I show you my dungeon?" Her clit throbs at the word dungeon she spins in his arms taking his hand dragging him towards the door.

To be continued… 



Walk in the Park



It gets very cold in Wisconsin very fast after school starts. Many children find themselves wearing snow suits under their Halloween costumes. Luckily, most adults find better ways to stay warm.

One brisk fall day I was taking a walk with my boyfriend Justin. It was a school day so we knew there wouldn't be many kids at the nearby park. The play structure was built according to a grade school child's design, and is a neat wooden castle with towers and hiding places enough to make parents think twice about letting the children loose.

As we entered the park grounds, we met very few people on the recreation trail around the tennis courts. They were out for a walk as well, and bundled up against the light breeze that told us it might snow one of these days. As we rounded the corner to the castle, we found the place was empty entirely. Children at heart, we broke into a race to the playground.

Justin caught me around the waist as we entered the archway of the castle, the main entrance to the large play structure. We kissed under the wooden bridge and walked into the playground hand-in-hand.

I let go of Justin's hand to climb a rope ladder, and he walked around to use the stairs. I ran ahead and hid in one of the towers, quietly waiting for him to walk by. He surprised me by coming up behind me, reaching over from another tower and leaning in a window to kiss me again.

We heard a giggle from across the woodchips and turned to look. A woman about my age was watching us play around. Her bright red hair stuck out frizzily from her blue knit hat, and her small frame was hidden in a heavy jacket, but her face was like a porcelain doll with freckles. Embarrassed by our affectionate show, we climbed down from the towers and began walking around the castle quietly. The woman with the red hair followed us at a distance, giggling once in awhile. Just when we figured she had escaped from a mental institution, we noticed she was carrying a small digital camera.

Curiosity got the best of us and we stopped walking, waiting for her to approach us. After brief introductions, Miranda explained she had been following us since we passed her apartment on our way to the park. She thought we were such an adorable couple that she wanted pictures for her online scrapbook of random strangers.

Flattered, we started up a conversation about her website project and other random topics, which lasted about as long as we could stand still in the cold. Miranda suggested a lively game of tag to warm us up. She and I called "Not IT" and ran off. Justin groaned and gave in to the chase.

Running around the equipment built for school aged children is not an easy task for an adult, and we would often catch each other in precarious positions or tight spaces. Each time Justin found me in a corner, I would get a kiss. Miranda was aware of this, and pouted when Justin tagged her, "Don't I get a kiss, too?"

Justin looked over the rubber tires planted in the ground towards where I was standing. I shrugged and claimed, "New Rule: kiss to tag!" and watched as he tagged Miranda properly under the new rule. She saw that I had stopped to stare, and quickly covered the ground between us. I had barely climbed a few steps beneath the monkey bars when she came up on my left, climbing the ladder next to me. She kissed my cheek and ran off the way she came.

I ran up the next ramp and thought about how interesting this game could get if the rules kept changing. I nearly tripped over Justin hidden in the corner I walked around. I kissed him straight on the lips and made a point of making it last a couple seconds. He gave me a raised eyebrow, and then carefully crawled out of his hiding spot.

I was starting to get cold, but couldn't believe the fun we were having. It was late afternoon already and the clouds over the lake were starting to look like they might head our direction. As I contemplated the skyline, a frizzy red cloud showed up in my view and I was suddenly drowned in a passionate kiss. Distracted momentarily from my chilly-weather lament, I chased Miranda across the wooden bridge and down a plastic slide. Getting up from the slide I twisted my ankle rather sharply, hobbled a few steps, and went to my knees.

Justin came to my rescue, helping me up from the woodchips and making sure I was alright. I was certainly not going to be able to run around anymore. Every step felt like going to an acupuncturist with an ankle fetish.

Miranda was disappointed. She was hoping that we would play until dark, or maybe later. I explained that I was getting cold anyway, and invited her to walk home with us for hot apple cider at my place. She agreed and slipped under one arm, helping me hop along as I leaned on Justin's shoulder.

Getting to my place wasn't so bad; I only lived a few blocks from the park. Miranda admired Justin's car as we approached the building. The sleek black Jag had a way of turning heads. I smiled and tried to put my foot down before climbing the stairs to the porch. I grimaced at the pain, and then hopped up the couple steps to the door. "This should be fun," I exclaimed, undoing the locks. "Why is that?" Miranda asked. I opened the door to show her the flight of stairs that lead to my second floor apartment.

Miranda and Justin suggested ways to carry me up the stairs, and while I don't particularly favor the wooden railing, it sounded a little safer than anything they were going to try. Miranda offered her shoulder to me, since she fit in the stairwell next to me better than my boyfriend. I hopped up the stairs with Justin ready to catch from behind.

Finally inside my little apartment, I found a note from my roommate stating she would be gone the next couple days. Apparently her girlfriend's mom's boyfriend was dying of cancer. Of course, this meant she had disappeared without doing the dishes, again. I groaned and hobbled to the couch.

Justin fished around in my medicine cabinet for an Ace bandage to wrap my ankle as I took off my jacket and shoes. Miranda threw her jacket on the back of my mom's rocking chair and sat down, sliding her shoes under her seat. I smiled, finally able to appreciate Miranda's body and fashion sense. Her loose, V-neck sweater hung comfortably on sizable and perky breasts, and her boot-cut jeans showed off her great hips. She must have been looking me over at the same time, because we both jumped when Justin cleared his throat in the doorway.

He tenderly lifted my foot and wound the wrap around it to keep my ankle straight, then gave me a couple Ibeuprophen for the pain and swelling. Miranda tried to apologize for leading me down the slide, but I wouldn't hear any of it. I told her it was my choice to play the stupid game anyway. I leaned back on the couch and put my foot up on a pillow at the other end. I could hear Justin rummaging through my cupboards for mugs and cider mix, and decided to strike up a conversation with Miranda.

She openly told me about how she lived with her mom after attempting co-habitation with a variety of losers who wanted to get into her pants. She had a cat, three fish and once owned a parrot named "Doby." Doby, it turned out, was still alive, though he found a better home with a lonely elderly lady on Miranda's street. About the time that I was informed of this act of kindness, Justin came back with three mugs of hot apple cider.

Quietly, we all blew across our mugs and took the first sip. The warm liquid was sweet on my tongue and melted my cold throat. The three of us chorused, "Mmmm," to the silent apartment. Justin caught up on the conversation and then we shared some details about our relationship. Miranda listened intently, supposedly for captioning the photos she took at the park.

As it started to get dark outside the apartment, Justin and Miranda closed the curtains as I helplessly tried to hobble to the kitchen for an ice pack. My ankle was throbbing, but getting off the old couch was a relief of its own. While Justin and I found its stiff cushions favorable to certain sex positions, it really wasn't meant to be sat on anymore.

It was time for a second round of cider, and I insisted that Justin pour a finger of our apple brandy in each mug. Miranda sipped hesitantly at her mug, but found she enjoyed our mixed drink.

The heat in the apartment kicked in about then, and we listened to it whoosh from the vents. Miranda finished her drink a bit quick, and decided it was getting too warm in the apartment. She stripped off the sweater to reveal a tight baby-cut T with the phrase "Pluto was kinda eccentric anyway." and a scoop neck that showed off her great cleavage.

I realized about that time that I was getting warm, as well. I pulled off my bulky hoodie and watched her reaction. I knew with the right bra, my tits looked great. Today I was wearing a good one with a V-neck three-quarter sleeve purple cotton T-shirt. Justin and Miranda had nearly the same expression on their faces as I folded the sweatshirt neatly and flung it over the back of the couch.

Justin attempted to pick up the conversation where we had left it, obviously affected by the women in the room taking clothes off. Miranda picked up on it; she made a comment about where she got her shirt, since Justin was caught staring at the message on it. I laughed and mentioned that he was probably more interested in what was behind the shirt than behind the message. Justin slapped me for making a joke at his expense, but jostled me in the process. I groaned as my ankle reminded me why we came home early.

He apologized and kissed the bandage to "make it all better." Miranda giggled from the rocking chair. I looked at her and teased, "You think you can do better than that? You kiss it and make it better."

Miranda giggled again and got up to kiss my ankle. She tenderly lifted it from the cushion and pressed her lips to the beige fabric. Oddly enough, that did make it feel better, or at least took my mind off of it. A faint pinkish lip-gloss mark was left behind on the wrap. I was suddenly reminded of when I was looking out over the lake from the park and she surprised me with a kiss, probably smearing the same lip-gloss on my lips. The noise of the heating vents cut out and we were at a loss for conversation. 

Justin broke the silence by suggesting a card game. He grabbed the Bicycle deck from on top of the TV and started shuffling the cards. In light of the childish game we had played at the park, I suggested "Go Fish."

Miranda giggled and agreed. She exclaimed, "New Rule: It's not 'go fish' it's 'Fuck You'." I laughed, never having heard of this variation. After a few rounds, we were all laughing hysterically. We tried different voices and lead-ins to our "Fuck You"s. It was now nighttime, and Miranda claimed she should head home for dinner. I said we could feed her, offered her a phone for calling home, and asked Justin to start a pizza in the oven.

As the oven pre-heated we played another game of "Fuck You." It really didn't matter who won, we were having a good time. Miranda started playfully slapping at my hand when I reached for cards from her. Justin brought us another round of "spiced" cider when he got up to put the pizza in the oven.

Justin remarked he couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much fun besides making love to me the night before. I blushed a little and smiled. Miranda giggled - I was really starting to adore that noise - and said she couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun, either. She was sincerely glad she met us in the park that day.

"New game," I said, picking up the cards and shuffling. "Best way to make friends fast - how about a game of strip poker?" Miranda hesitantly agreed, suggesting that we take turns dealing so that no one would cheat. We set rules for our game, making a special exception for my ankle brace, and tried a hand of five-card draw. 

Miranda grimaced at her cards and asked for three. Justin took two cards, and I only traded one. Turning the cards over, Miranda had the best hand, and Justin had the worst. Justin reached down, took off a sock, and went to check on the pizza. Miranda dealt the next hand when he came back and this time she lost a sock. Justin dealt and Miranda lost again. I mentioned that I had never been this lucky at poker since ever, and we all laughed. Justin got up to cut the pizza and came back with paper plates and napkins, each plate loaded with two large slices of cheese pizza.

Miranda asked if we were taking a break to eat, and I waved the notion off. "These cards have seen worse than pizza grease. Let's keep playing."

I dealt myself the worst hand ever, and finally lost my sock. Miranda caught me as well, but since the wrap was covering the other sock, I took off the crocheted hat I made last winter and set it on my hoodie behind me. Justin lost his own hand, loosing his other sock. Now that the socks had been cast aside, the game could get more interesting.

The next few hands found us sitting around in pants, Miranda and I showing off our choice of bras. My simple black convertible bra supported my rack well, but Miranda's tits were showcased in the white-with-cherries push-up bra she was wearing. Luckily, the heat had kicked in again so we weren't freezing in our skimpy clothing.

Justin lost the next round, and I watched as he pushed his jeans down. His erection, just barely noticeable through his pants, was definitely visible through his blue boxer-briefs. Miranda giggled and dealt herself a loosing hand. As she pushed the denim down her great hips, Justin and I watched closely, no longer modest around the attractive red-head. She was wearing matching panties, the cherries dancing across the white fabric from hip to hip and down to a sweet boy-cut leg. 

Justin dealt me out of my jeans, and I got a similar reaction as they watched me uncover a black g-string. I dealt the next hand, knowing that this was going to get interesting very quickly now. Justin looked at his hand with knowing disappointment. "Great, I guess I'm out."

"Keep playing, Justin. It won't be as much fun if you leave the table," I soothed. "After I loose the shorts, what happens if I loose again?" he asked. Miranda giggled, "Touch Rules."

I looked at her with awe and admiration. Apparently this game of strip poker would not be over when everyone was naked. We decided that the person on the left of the loosing player would get to touch them if they lost after loosing their clothes. Justin agreed and pushed his boxer-briefs down slowly, showing off a little before letting his cock jump free of the waistband. He wasn't all the way up, but he certainly was putting on a good show.

In the next few hands, Miranda and I took turns removing our remaining clothing. Miranda's tits stayed perky after the cherries fell away, the light circles around her nipples framing perfectly the pert little gumdrops of flesh. My own rack, a little bigger, fell roundly against my chest as I removed my bra. As it turned out, Miranda's red frizzy hair was completely the natural color, as her tuft of waxed and shaped pubes proved. I myself could not prove my blonde roots, as I had recently shaved completely.

Justin was starting to get uncomfortable under the table. I caught him touching himself more than once, trying to control his hard-on. We were all now sitting completely naked at the table - it was time to switch to touch rules. Miranda couldn't hide her excitement as she dealt. I frowned at my hand, but it turned out to be better than Justin's. I reached over and gave his hard cock a quick tug, and he groaned in surprise and lust. Miranda mentioned she wished we had picked right instead of left. As Justin dealt, she didn't seem so sad about it - and lost. Justin leaned over her and hovered his hand over her chest, not touching but caressing the air around her left breast. Then he leaned in and kissed her cheek softly. Miranda sighed as I picked up the deck to shuffle.

I usually don't loose my own hand very often, but it happens. Miranda giggled as she laid down her two-pair and came to my side of the table. Supporting herself on the couch, she leaned forward just enough to touch her nipple to mine, rub it around in a circle, then returned to her seat. Justin shuffled the cards, "I like this game and all, but I think the cards are getting in the way." Miranda giggled and agreed. We decided to move into the bedroom and leave the cards where they lay.

Justin half-carried me to the bed, careful of my ankle, which had settled on a slow, throbbing ache instead of being directly painful. I slid myself up onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows. The king size bed barely fit in the small room, but tonight I was glad to have it. Miranda came to lie down beside me, and I wrapped an arm around her affectionately. She reached up and caressed my breast, softly tweaking the nipple with the palm of her hand. Justin groaned as he watched her play, Miranda reaching across to do the same to my other tit. I knew if it was up to him, he'd be on top of me right now. The teasing and waiting was never his favorite part. Tonight he seemed content to sit on the opposite side of the bed and stroke himself. 

Miranda leaned against me and found my mouth with hers. She kissed me passionately and probed gently with her tongue. When I met hers with mine, it was electric; we both started getting into the kiss and forgetting our audience. Miranda's hands wandered down my body, resting gently on my hips before leaving the kiss and stroking my thighs. She kissed her way down my chest, stopping to suck my nipples into her mouth and lightly nibble before releasing and moving further down. I closed my eyes and followed the soft kisses by touch, a hand instinctively running through her hair. The closer she got to my wet, waiting slit, the harder I started breathing. The anticipation alone was going to make me climax.

Gently, so gently, she spread my lower lips and lightly put a finger on my clit. I moaned, and heard Justin echo my moan. He leaned over me and kissed me deeply as Miranda started teasing my clit with her fingers. The feelings caused by all the attention I was getting made me nearly scream with pleasure.

I felt Justin shift his weight next to me, but lost track of what he was doing as Miranda touched her tongue to my wet slit. She teased the edges of my lips and licked from my hole to my clit very slowly. 

Just as she settled in to working my clit with her mouth, Justin's cock edged its way across my face. I opened my eyes and turned my head to take him in, licking and sucking the same way Miranda was on me. I reached up and fondled his balls with one hand while stroking the shaft into my mouth with the other. He groaned and twitched, and I could taste the warm cum slide into my mouth in spurts. I knew that he couldn't stand the teasing, but I hadn't expected him to release so quickly. I sucked the liquid from him and swallowed as Miranda pushed a finger into me, still sucking my clit. I understood then why Justin had cum so quickly, and had my own release.

Panting like dogs in August, the three of us put our heads on the pillows and held each other awhile. Miranda, who was the only one of us not to orgasm so far, played with herself while Justin and I watched. Justin leaned across me and kneaded Miranda's perky soft breast. I wrapped my arm under his and fondled the other.

Miranda moaned and sat up on the bed, looking at us with intense, needy lust. I moved my hand slowly down her side, to her hip, and brought her close to me. She flipped her leg over my hip, and I touched her gently. She was so wet, that without even spreading her lips, my fingers were coated in her juices. Justin got up from the bed and walked around to Miranda's side. He came up behind her and massaged her breasts as I fingered her gently. 




Walk in the Park



She didn't want gentle play, she was too close to her own climax for that, and she took my hand in hers to masturbate with. As she rubbed my fingers against her clit, Justin started pinching and tugging at her nipples. She was appreciating this much more, and quickly released on my hand. She sighed and fell back onto Justin, who softly deposited her back on her pillow.

I licked at my fingers and Justin watched closely. I decided I liked Miranda's taste and cleaned my fingers with my tongue, giving Justin a suggestive show. He groaned, and I could see he was finally ready for more. He climbed up onto the bed and rubbed his cock against my crotch. As wet as I was, he slid in easily, and began a slow, deep rhythm.

Miranda, still recovering from her orgasm, leaned against my shoulder and turned my head towards her. We kissed while Justin slid in and out of me, groaning, "That's so hot."

Justin's pace picked up a little as our kiss became more passionate. Miranda stopped and asked if it would be okay for Justin to do that to her. I smiled and told her we kept condoms in the nightstand drawer. She giggled and pulled one out, unwrapping it while Justin watched, still moving in and out of my wet pussy. When Miranda was ready, Justin pulled out of me and let her roll the latex up his shaft. Miranda spread herself for my boyfriend, and with one final look of reassurance from me, he pushed into her.

Miranda had not been with anyone for awhile, and was very tight around Justin's cock. I could see the skin, though slick with her cum, pull on his cock as he pulled out. As he settled into a rhythm with her, I played with myself, watching closely as they moved together. I sat up and reached around Justin's leg to play with his balls as he fucked Miranda. He moaned his appreciation and suggested that Miranda get up on her hands and knees so that I could lick them both from underneath.

Miranda agreed and Justin pushed back into her doggie-style. I crawled around on the bed, careful of my sprained ankle, and put my head beneath where they were joined. I leaned up carefully and took Justin's balls into my mouth, sucking briefly. Their combined groans where definitely getting to me. I moved around for a better angle, and Miranda grabbed my hips, pulling me into a sixty-nine position. I started licking her clit and Justin's shaft as they rocked back and forth, and Miranda went down on me again. Justin, excited by banging Miranda while I was licking at them both, came quickly for his second time.

Miranda and I weren't done yet, so as Justin moved away to dispose of the full condom, we moved into a more comfortable one-on-one. At first, the latex taste Justin had left in her distracted me, but it wasn't so bad. Sucking and licking at each other's pussies, we came a few moments later, Miranda collapsing on top of me as her juices soaked my face. 

Pretty well spent for a few minutes, we lay together in a sticky puddle of afterglow. Justin captured the spot in the middle, and Miranda and I lay on his chest like worshiping concubines.

"Well, babe," he said to me, "I'm glad we went for that walk in the park." Miranda chimed in, "Me, too."

I smiled at them. "We should do that again sometime."



Walk in the Park



She looked over at him as she pulled herself into his truck. "Hey girl. How you doing today?" he asked as she settled in the seat. 

She couldn't help but notice that he had his sunglasses on as always. "Doing good. You ready for today?" she replied with a slight smile. She loved seeing his eyes even though she would never allow their glances to connect. She hated that normally he had on his sunglasses. 

She closed the door and placed her stuff on the floorboard as he replied to her question. "Yea, I miss getting out like we do. I enjoy getting back out in the country and away from work." 

As they back out of the driveway she tossed her hair so it was all across the same shoulder. She didn't wear it down very often but did today. She knew he liked her hair down. She wasn't dressed to impress him or even try to turn him on. They were heading to the country for an early morning hike. It was cool outside and she dressed for the weather. Even a little over dressed for it. She had managed to slip into a pair of tight hip-hugger jeans. She wore her white jacket with a t-shirt on over her white tank top shirt under it. 

They talked as they drove. It was normal topics of work, life, family. There were sexual comments made but nothing directed at the other one. They talked about life when they were kids and life now as adults. As they got closer to their location the topic changed to what they were going to do that day, where they were going and a few picking comments being made. Finally they pulled up to the parking lot at the trail head.

She gathered her stuff and bounced out of the truck. She loaded her pocket with items she might need to grab quickly, like her camera. She reached in the bed of the truck and slung her backpack over her shoulder. They closed up the truck and headed toward the trailhead. She allowed him to take the lead. As he did she couldn't help but smell his cologne. She loved the smell of it. It was unique and gave her images in her mind of him slowly undressing her as he kissed her neck. She pushed the thoughts from her head and followed him down the trail.

She tried keeping her eyes on the trail but kept finding herself staring at him instead. He had the body that she just wanted to snuggle against. She wanted to feel his naked body against hers. His arms were strong as well as the rest of him. She could get lost in them and in him. As they walked she continued to push thoughts from her head. She tired to enjoy the beauty of the outdoors and his company. Suddenly he stopped and she caught herself before running into him.

"So which way now?" he asked. 

"Well, let's go this way. It seems to be more open and it is still cool. I'm not ready to get into the shady areas yet," she replied. 

He laughed, saying "You puss." They headed down the trail and she took a deep breath. They always picked with each other, called each other names and made jokes together. As they walked they talked. They would pause from time to time to take a picture of a scene or to just enjoy the view. 

She was leading the way down the path so now he was not in view. It made it easier to enjoy just talking and goofing off with him. She was able to keep the thoughts of his kiss out of her mind. They had never kissed or even held hands for that matter. She so wanted to know what his touch was like though. Suddenly she saw a beautiful scene and stopped to get out her camera. He ran right into the back of her. In doing this his half placed his arms around her to brace himself and her. Her heart stopped for a brief second at his touch. They both laughed and she made a picking comment at him. 

They started up the trail again. She noticed that the temperature was getting warmer and soon she would be able to remove her jacket. Shortly up the trail they stopped again and again he smacked into her. This time his grip on her was tighter then the last time. She enjoyed it but still laughed. "Goof, you want to watch what your doing?" 

"I'm watching where I'm walking. You need to quit just stopping in the middle of the path." he replied with a smile. His smile always made her smile too. 

"I want to look at the trail map and see where this path leads." She said with a soft laugh. 

She took the map out and opened it up in front of her. He walked up behind her on the side to look over her shoulder. She gentle looked over at him and he smiled again. He placed on hand on her back and the other one over her shoulder to point at the map. "That trail looks like it leads through the woods and to some water. Let's take that one." He told her with a smile as he pointed to the trail. 

"Okay but it looks like it is up and down. Are you sure you want to take it?" she asked. 

"Why not unless you don't think you can handle it," he said with a laugh in his voice. 

She looked at him with a devilish grin and said ,"Oh I can handle anything you can give." They laughed and headed down the trail.

As they walked they picked around with each other. She would stop very so often to look at something through the trees or off in the distance. She noticed that every time she stopped he would run right into her. Every time he did, his hold on her got tighter and longer. As they walked she began thinking about this. She wondered what he would do if she stopped and turned around to face him. Would he still bump into her or would he stop his self? If he did bump into her would he still hold onto her like he had been doing?

Something through the trees caught her eye and she did stop. He grabbed a hold of her with both arms this time like he was hugging her from behind. He placed his head on her shoulder and asked, "What we stop for this time?" 

For a moment she couldn't speak. Finally she told him, "I'm trying to figure out what that is over there among those trees." 

He released his hold on her and walked around to the front of her. "Where? I don't see anything. What are you talking about?" he questioned. 

"Right there in the middle of all those trees. It looks like a building," she explained. 

As she pointed in the direction of what she was looking at he moved closer toward her until he was just inches away. He lowered his glance to where she was pointed. As he did this he also lowered his head even with her breast. "Oh I see it!" he exclaimed. "Let's go check it out." 

She just stood there for a moment. She wanted to kick herself for allowing him that close. At the same time she wanted to kick herself for not moving herself even closer toward him. Maybe if she got close enough he would kiss her. Maybe once they got deeper in the woods he would remove his glasses and she could see his eyes. If she could see his eyes she could then maybe see if he was thinking the things she was thinking.

After they checked out what seemed to be the remains of an old stone home they returned to the trail. She stayed in the lead again. Not just because she had got to like the fact of him hugging her but also because it kept her mind on the trail and somewhat off him. 

By now it was getting warmer so she decided to pull off her jacket. This time when she stopped she stepped off the trail a little so he wouldn't run into her. "Hey I moved this time so you can bitch at me for just stopping," she said in a picking tone. 

"I see that but what did we stop for?" he asked. 

"I'm getting hot so I'm going to get my jacket off and place it in my backpack. I also thought we might see about stopping for a few minutes to get a snack," she told him. 

He looked around for a few minutes and reached for the map. He squatted down in front of her with the map. This time she leaned forward and propped herself against his back and looked over his shoulder. He glanced back at her with a smile and pushed up his sunglasses. She quickly looked at the map to avoid her eyes from meeting his. He turned his head and pointed to the map. "We are right about here. The water is only a little ways up the path. Why don't we just wait until we get there to eat. There should be picnic tables there that we can eat at and relax for a little while." 

He glanced back up at her and kissed her on her nose. Startled she lost her balance a fell back on her ass. Laughing he reached out his hand to help her up. "Come on Grace. I didn't mean to scare you." 

A little embarrassed, she replied, "You didn't scare me. I just didn't expect that." 

She threw her backpack back on and headed down the trail. As they walked all she could think about was what an idiot she had just made of herself. Finally they reached the water. It wasn't anything big, just a small pond fed by a stream. There were a few picnic benches and she found one that was in a shady area with the hopes that he would leave his glasses off. 

She settled herself down on top of the picnic table facing out to the water instead on the bench. He sat down next to her as she began to dig through her pack. They sat there and ate their snack that they brought and picked around with each other. She noticed that he kept putting his arm around her and hugging her. She didn't mind but wished he would leave his arm there so she could get an idea of what his intent was. 

After about 20 minutes he hopped down off the table and tugged at her. She slightly tugged back at him. With her tug he was standing between her toes with his hands on her knees. His hands slid up her legs to her mid thigh. "I'm here now what?" he said with a smile. 

"I didn't ask you to come here," she replied with a shy tone in her voice. 

"But you pulled on me to come here," he told her as he wrapped his arm behind her. 

"I hardly tugged on you. You came here by yourself shit head," she laughed. 

At that moment he slid his hand up her back and pulled her close to him. He took her face in his other hand and guided her lips toward his. Her heart sank as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and gladly kissed him back. His hands glided down her back and he pulled her body against his as he stepped forward with his thighs against the bench. Her hands dropped down his back as he guided his hands under the back of her shirt. His kiss became deeper and she felt the burning deep between her legs. She wanted him more then before. Her nails slightly grazed across the back of his shirt. She could feel her pussy beginning to get wet. He slowly pulled away and turned to the water. 

For a moment there was silence and her heart stopped beating. All sort of thought went through her head. Finally he took a deep sigh. "Let's see where that trail will take us. I think if we look at the map we will see that it loops back to the trailhead." With deep regret she picked up the map and opened it. She knew that any friendship that might ever have was just ruined. As they looked at the map all she could think about was their friendship and that kiss. 

Her pussy was still on fire and as wet as the pond in front of her. All she wanted was to pull him down on top of her right there on the bench. She wanted to feel his hard cock deep inside her warm pussy. She wanted to run her nails over his strong back. She wanted to climb on top of him so that her hot juices could run over his balls while his hard rod throbbed inside her. She wanted anything as long as it was his naked body against hers. 

"Okay, so let's go that way. It loops back over to the trailhead. I think it is quicker then the other trail anyway," he stated finally breaking the silence. 

"Sure!" she exclaimed as she threw her pack on and jumped off the bench all in one motion. "I'll lead the way if you think you can stop running into me every time we stop." 

He laughed, saying, "I won't run into you if you don't want me to." 

She didn't reply to the comment. Instead she just headed to the trail.

As they walked they both acted like nothing had happened back on the bench. She talked and made jokes like nothing was on her mind. She even stopped a few times to see what he would do. He still ran into her like before with a tight grip around her waist. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She stopped and turned around. This time he didn't run into her but her still wrapped his arms around her. She quickly wrapped hers around him and began kissing him again. 

This time she wasn't going to let him just walk away. She slipped her hands into his shirt a lightly raked her nail over his skin. His body tightened as he moved on hand up to her head and pulled her in tighter. His other hand was under her shirt against her bare skin. His hand was warm and his touch melted her. 

As they kissed she continued to caress his back. He moved both his hands under her shirt as he moved his kiss to her neck. Her pussy juices flowed from her throbbing opening. She wanted to feel him inside of her. She wanted his shaft pumping in and out of her tight muscles. She could feel the warm, wetness of her hormones flowing out of her. She wished it was covering his face while she had his dick deep in her throat. 

She moved her hands down to the front of his pants. She could not take anymore. As she unfastened his pants she lowered herself down the front of his body. He was hard and ready for her. She gently licked the head of his dick tasting the drop of cum on the tip of it. She licked her lips as she looked up at him. She massaged his dick with her hand as she turned back to it. She wrapped her mouth around his large cock. She allowed her tongue to twist around his dick as she worked it in and out of her warm mouth. She gently caressed his nuts as she sucked on his swollen rod. 

She glanced her eyes toward him as she felt a slight shiver come from his body. She continued to caress his nuts with one hand as she moved the other one to his shaft. Sliding him in and out her mouth, she began working her hand up and down with the motion of her mouth. Using the spit from her mouth she stroked his dick as she sucked it. She slowly began to increase her speed. She wanted to taste him. She wanted him to cum inside her mouth. She could feel his knees getting weak. She began rubbing his nuts with her hand as she slid his dick deep into her throat. With his dick in the back of her throat she moved her head around allowing the head of his dick the press against the muscle in the back of her throat. He moaned as she slid his hard dick back out and rammed it back into the softness of the muscles in her throat. 

Suddenly he grabbed her and pulled her up to him. He wrapped his hand into her hair and slightly pulled causing her head to lean backward. He kissed her with deep passion. She knew what he was wanting and the wetness between her legs let her know she wanted it too. He slipped his other hand down into her pants and quickly found her clit. As he massaged her clit she wrapped her hand around his still hard cock. He kissed his way down her neck to the neck of her shirt. His hands found the button of her jeans and with one flip of his fingers and them undone. She slid them down off her round butt and to her ankles. 

As he lowered his body toward the path under them he tugged her down with him. He gently laid her down on the hiking path. He pushed her shirts up to her neck and ran his tongue along the mounds that peered out from her bra. His hand caressed across her stomach down to her bare pelvic. He worked his fingers over her clit and into her soaked pussy opening. She sighed as he inserted his finger deep into her pussy. Her juices flowed heavier now as she ran her nails over his back. He worked another finger deep into her and began moving them in and out of her tight pussy. Her back arched and she moaned loudly as her pussy muscles tightened down on his fingers. She reached down to find his shaft.

He stopped. She froze in place not knowing what was wrong. Quickly he got up from on top of her and began pulling his pants back up. "What is wrong? Why did you just stop? What are you doing?" she questioned with a puzzled look on her face. 

He looked down at her and replied, "Get dressed would you?" 

She pulled her shirt back down and quickly jumped to her feet. She looked at him with wonder and confusion. "Did I do something wrong? What is going on?" she questioned again. He finished fastening his pants and waited for her to get her clothes fastened. 

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. His lips met her once again but only briefly. "I want this just as much as you do but I can't do this here," he softly explained to her. "Come on, let's finish our hike." He turned away and picked up her pack. She stood there for a minute confused and upset. She wanted him so badly she hurt deep inside her pussy. Her muscles still throbbed and wetness still flowed from her pussy. She began walking toward him as he headed down the trail.

...To be continued. 



Walk In the Park



You receive a call in the evening confirming your appointment, and you have one hour to prepare and thirty minutes to travel. No names are mentioned but you know it's him, and you know she'll be there, too. A rush of expectant lust wells up in you as you step into the shower. You've been hungering for this so intensely, and now the time has come, and your heart jumps at the though of what might happen between us three. The warm water strikes you heavily and trails over your face and your breasts and down between your legs, and every sensation is heightened by your eagerness for the night ahead.

Carefully you dry yourself, and dress just as he has instructed, slipping on black, fine-meshed fishnet stockings and a black lace garter, a flowing, black, ankle-length skirt, and a black tube top and a loose-fitting black blouse, and low, broad heels - and you are to wear no panties or bra underneath. 

The fresh memory of his words smolders in your ears as you step into your car and start the engine. As you drive, you obediently part your legs and slip your hand beneath the elastic of your waistband to toy with your moist folds, slowly provoking that gathering ache into a distinct and powerful yearning to be touched, to be commanded, to be restrained and controlled, to be teased and tormented, to be used at our whims as a delicious plaything, and to feel that explosive ecstasy surging up within you and rupturing your consciousness into a convulsive frenzy. 

Your nectar is slick and warm on your fingers, and you dutifully work that naughty little cunt up as close as you can to the very brink at each stoplight, but at the same time being very respectfully cautious to keep yourself from actually cumming until his cock is buried deep up in you. As you pass into the entrance to the freeway, you slip your hand out and raise it discreetly to your lips to taste that heady liquor of passion on your fingers. The sweet musk is intoxicating, and you desire all the more fervently to taste hers as well, to be allowed by her to lick between her spread thighs and to be permitted to feel her hard clit under your lapping tongue.

The road slips away under your splayed and slippery little slit as you finger it once more, and you are nearly overpowered several times by your fiercely enflamed need to cum, but not quite... your deep inner strength, and your desire to remain our honorably compliant little strumpet - and the knowledge that your reward will be that soon, when you have been given our consent, your quivering peak will be ever so much more intense – all combine to allow you to withstand the urgent temptation. At long last, the exit approaches and you are nearly distracted from it, and your heavy breath forms profane expressions as you declare to yourself your fiery desire for release. As your foot presses the brake to hold you at the light, you glance around to make certain that you're unobserved, and you jill that sweetly flowing cleft and diddle your swollen clit hard, and your other hand strays into your blouse and beneath your tube top to tweak your favorite and most sensitive nipple. You're so close to cumming now, and you want so badly to just slip your middle and ring fingers all the way up inside and finger fuck that harlot cunt deliciously off, and you briefly plunge your fingers deep in that frothy tightness before the light turns and you slip them out as you make the turn, screaming your sweet frustration and hovering delicately on the verge of that blissful precipice.

You follow his clear directions, concentrating with difficulty, and you pull your car into a space at the inland side of the coastal park, where the empty walkways meander through the lawns between scattered lampposts and along the concrete railings at the top of a rise overlooking the faintly moonlit ocean. Together two shapes appear a little distance before you, male and female walking close together, and they draw nearer in the darkness and then part with her moving to your right and him to your left. He's wearing black pants under a black t-shirt and a long black coat flecked sparsely with white, and carrying a small satchel, and she's in a black cotton robe over a black halter-top and a long black skirt. Her dark hair hangs in a very long braid down past her waistline. We gesture for you to unlock the doors, and we both enter and immediately lean in close and kiss you in turn and lick and bite the sides of your neck and run our hands all over you, telling you what a good little trollop you are to have gotten here so punctually. 

He asks in a quiet and authoritative tone, "Have you been a good girl and masturbated right to the point of getting that hot little cunt off as you drove to meet us here?" 

You nod in the affirmative and whisper, "Yes, sir." 

She feels up your tits lasciviously and whispers in your ear, "That's our sweet little slut - I wanna taste you right here... hike that skirt up and spread your legs for me." 

You press your feet against the floor to lift yourself a little as you pull your skirt up over the mesh of the fishnets and display your nakedness to us both as we each move to firmly part your thighs. You thrust your loins upward to meet his fingers as he slides his middle and ring fingers slowly deep up in you and out over your hard little button, then he raises his hand and feeds her his ring finger and then dips his middle finger into his mouth. "Mmm, yes," he utters approvingly, "You've been a very good little slattern indeed." 

She lifts her skirt as she kneels on the passenger seat next to you, and she draws her middle finger along the core of her trimmed patch and holds it out near your mouth, "Wanna taste my pretty pussy?" 

You respond instantly, "Yes, Mistress!" You can smell her sweetly spicy musk and you feel your cheeks flush with desire.

She taunts you in harsh whispers, holding her finger just out of reach as he slips his fingers into your hair at the back of your neck and holds your head back firmly with your face upturned, "Come on, naughty little slut - fucking lick it! Lick that pussy juice off my finger!" Then we finally allow you to lick her fingers, and you taste the alluring dew of her petals. Her mouth drops open as she watches you eagerly licking and sucking. Her eyes burn into his. "I think she's ready now." 

One at a time, he removes from his coat pocket a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs with nickel-plated steel rings, secures them snugly around each of your wrists, closing the velcro straps with a flourish. He opens his satchel and draws out a silky black robe, draws back to help you out of your car, and puts the robe on you. Then he pulls out a heavy four-inch swivel clasp and fastens the two cuffs together behind your back. "I'll carry your keys, since you don't have any pockets, and we'll put your purse in the trunk for safe keeping." He nods to her and she draws the keys from the ignition and pops the trunk hatch, and she lifts your purse by the strap and places it inside before closing the hatch again. Then she moves toward you and hands your keys to him and then we press you tight in between us – you feel his cock rigid and arched against the crack of your ass through the cloth and she lifts your tube top and her halter top to bare her breasts against yours, and she kisses you deeply and mingles your scent with hers on your tongue as his teeth press into your flesh at the base of your neck and her fingers slip under your waistband and into your slick pussy in a single fluid movement. A small whimper of ecstasy emerges from your throat and you are utterly ours to do with as we please. 

We lead you into the darkness along the path for some distance, passing one lamppost and then another, with her on your right and her left hand clasped in your left hand, and him on your left with his right in your right hand so that your wrists cross behind you and the long sleeves of the silky robe conceal your bonds. Ahead of us, you notice a particularly dark area beneath a pair of large willows, and as we lead you closer, you can make out a park bench near the ornate concrete fence. We all sit together and we both take a moment with you to admire the beauty of the sliver of moon reflecting dimly blue-white off the surface of the sea. Then she turns to you and whispers slowly and hotly in your ear, "Wanna lick my cunt juice off his cock?" You draw breath sharply at the idea and your heart races at the thought of us watching us fuck and then sucking his cunt-wet cock in such a public place, but a quick look around you, past the secluded gloom in which we sit, reveals that no one is anywhere nearby, and your slit grows even wetter as she pours her eyes into yours and breathes the words, "We're gonna fuck." 

We leave you seated as we get up, and she faces the bench and leans over, placing her hands on the back and the arm of the bench, arching her ass out just in front of you as he hikes her skirt up over her bare ass and slips the elastic waistband of his pants down to release his stiff prick into the night air. "Suck it, you little trollop. Suck my fucking prick," he instructs you as he holds it out before you. You bend forward to take his firm length in your mouth, and he quickly licks his thumb and reaches between her legs to slip his thumb up inside her and rub his fingers on her clit. "Get that cock nice and slick for her wet cunt." Her scent mingles with the hint of cologne on his body, and you spread your legs to bend your aching pussy into the bench and grind down on it, as you take his cock all the way down your throat until his short curls tickle your nose. Then he draws it out of your mouth and slides it directly up into her as she wantonly arches her blossom out to receive him. 

He holds his coat back, and with his other hand he splays her ass to present to you the slow steady penetration of his glistening cock into her soaking pussy as we fuck mere inches from your face. She turns to regard you over her shoulder, and her eyes unmistakably communicates the willful lust burning in her as she takes his cock deeply inside her. His low tones softly reach your ears, "Does that look nice? Huh? Do you like watching us fuck?" Your mouth is open, full of your hot breath, as you look up into his eyes and nod your assent, and you move to lick and nibble her ass cheek, but your bonds restrain you from anything else at the moment. "Good girl, now suck her nectar off my prick." He pulls out and feeds his now musky shaft to you, and she turns ravenously to join you on his cock, licking the sides as she rakes her fingers into your hair and controls your movement up and down to reveal and conceal his span in your mouth. 

Then her mouth is at your ear, "You're gonna be next. I want you to finger my hot cunt deep, and rub my wet clit with your thumb and lick my ass, while you stick that cock-hungry cunt of yours out for him to fuck." She looks around again and lifts her top over her breasts and allows you so suckle on both of her nipples in turn, and then she helps you to stand up, and he unclips the swivel clasp to release your wrists from each other, and then we guide you to place one foot on the bench and the other on the ground. She turns around again and resumes her position with her pussy bared and presented before you, and he bends you down toward her. You brace yourself with one hand on the bench and you lick the fingers and thumb of the other in what turns out to be a useless gesture as you find her folds and her tight tunnel to be soaking wet as you enter her feverish sex, and you feel the cool evening air on your ass as he lifts your skirt up to bare your throbbing wet cunt to his sopping prick. His coat draws around your nakedness as he moves closer.

You feel the swollen and slippery head of his cock rubbing heavily against your engorged clit, and it feels cool and smooth as he slips it slowly downward and into your opening, teasing it mercilessly just a little ways in and out of you as you lick her tight, clean quim and finger her cunt skillfully with your first and middle fingers and thumb, pressing your fingertips lightly against that sweetspot at the back of her pelvic bone as you slip slowly in and out. You hear his muted voice behind you, "Such an obedient little harlot you are, licking that ass and fingering her wet cunt while I'm fucking you out here in the open like this, such a nasty, reckless little fucktoy you are... mmm-hmmmm... so fucking yummy!" 

Her voice follows closely on his, "She's working my cunt so good. Oooh yes, what a depraved little slut you are, aren't you, taking his cock up in you as you do me so nice? Fuckin' work that pussy, little girl. Mmmm - yeah, that's it..." Then she looks back over her shoulder, "I wanna watch you ride him as you finger me." 

Taking her cue, he sinks all the way into you and moves to keep you on him as he drops to sit down on the bench, pulling you to squat over him and straddle him with both your feet now up on the bench and your back to him. Her nectar cools on your fingers as she breaks from you for a moment to stands in front of you, baring her tits under her robe and holding her skirt up above her triangle. You are now the only one moving as you glide up and down on his cockshaft and reach up to grasp her arm to brace yourself, and she grasps yours as she lifts her leg and sets her foot next to yours on the bench to spread wide for your fingers. As he reaches around and under the cloth to lift and squeeze your tits, you slip your middle and ring fingers into her and jiggle them in and out fast and light with the flat of your thumb rubbing her slick little button – you're wanting her to cum first, and really soon because you can feel your own intensity growing and the fire in your belly is now almost beyond containing as you bear down on the base of his cock. You can feel him tensing beneath you as he guides you to lift a little bit off of him and then to hold your position before he thrusts all the way up into your spread and hovering cunt and then a little way out before plunging back in again and again. Your arm drops around her waist as and rests against her raised thigh as you bend forward to press your shoulder into her belly and lick thirstily over her wet clit as you finger her deeper, and you pass into thoughtless abandon as she stoops to feel up your tits and pinch your puffy nipples, and her breath gets heavier and heavier, panting out her fury as she begins to shudder. You hold as still as you can over him as she starts cumming against your fingers, and her hot fluid gushes beneath your tongue and over your palm as she quivers and bucks against your hand, quietly crying her passion out as her body writhes. You feel that scrumptious ecstasy surge up within you as his primal cock hotly fucks your willful cunt into helplessness, and your body seizes for a moment as he grabs you by the hair and pulls you down to press onto him, and then you grind your flaming entrance down against his hilt, and your clit smears down into your slick juice as you rub it on the ridge of his tight ball sack. Shaking overtakes you and your cunt clenches against his flexing and spurting shaft as he growls low and fierce like an untamed beast at your back. She's still wriggling and jerking against you as you work your fingers in and out of her and lap her hard little button, and his body heaves beneath you in the slowly fading fire of his peak. Sated embers glow in your belly as you rest down against him and pull her closer, kissing upward across her belly and between her breasts.

Mindless oblivion passes very gradually into awareness, and she eases backward and pulls her clothing into place, and she reaches out and lifts your tube top back up as you rise from his softening cock and step down, and he pulls his pants over its drenched and satisfied pinkness. He gets up from the bench and looks around to confirm our continued solitude, and the he looks down and admires the wet spot on the ground that she produced as a result of your skills. A communal sigh of contentment is shared spontaneously by all, and this provokes a communal giggle. The casual tone in his voice bares little trace of the mischief just passed, as he asks, "How about a little hot tea?"

"Mmm, yes," you agree. She leans in and says quietly with a sly smile, "...and then let's all go back to our house for round two – we're not near done with you yet."



Walk In the Park



The whole thing just wasn't fair. I mean, I'm no-one special so why did it happen to me? Just look at me. I'm not even twenty yet. I'm reasonably pretty, reasonably fit and have a better than fair figure (in my opinion) but I'll never be super-model material, or even any sort of model. 

What happened was this.

I go jogging. That's what keeps me reasonably fit. Now when you're jogging you're not dressed up to the nines and you're not dressed provocatively. You're dressed for jogging, for god's sake, for comfort and utility of purpose.

Me, I wear a sports bra under a t-shirt to control the dreaded boob-bounce, tights and a short skirt. 

So here I was on a Saturday morning, jogging in the local park. It was shaping up to be a fine day and I was glad I'd got to the park early. In this sort of weather the fair weather joggers would be out in force, but not for an hour or so yet. 

I wasn't following the jogging path that circled the park. I jog for fun and what fun is there in going in a circle? I mean, round and round, seeing the same boring thing every time you pass. I try to jog along every path in the park. You can get a lot of distance doing that, with the benefit of new scenery all the time.

So here I am, jogging along a path that will take me around the rotunda in the middle of the park. I went round it and there were these men there. Can you imagine how a medium sized girl feels, suddenly faced with four men who looked as though they could be defensive tackles in any team who wanted them? And that was without any padding. I mean, wall to wall muscle, blocking my path.

Snap decision. I decided I wouldn't jog down that path. Instead I'd practise some backward jogging. (I'd have just turned and bolted but I didn't want to lose sight of them. Sort of like a rabbit keeping an eye on the fox until he's ready to run.)

Turns out I should have turned around. I backed up into what seemed like a solid wall, one that hadn't been there when I jogged past. I squeaked as a very large arm circled my waist and held me.

"My, my, what have we here," said this deep voice, coming from somewhere above me.

"A rabbit," said one of the men facing me. "A very timid little rabbit. Looks tasty, though."

"Hmm. Are you tasty, little rabbit?" rumbled the man who was holding me.

I shook my head, both my hands pushing at the arm holding me and getting precisely nowhere.

"Say, boys," said my captor, "How can you tell if a rabbit is worth tasting?"

"Not sure," said one of the boys with a laugh. "Perhaps if you skin it?"

That son of a bitch holding me laughed, reached up my skirt, and pulled my tights and panties, pushing them down to my knees. I squealed and protested, of course, but was totally ignored. He finished up unfastening my skirt so that it also dropped, and I was naked from the waist down. Well, as far down as my knees, anyway. 

I was petrified. I just knew that they were going to rape me and they were huge. And there was nothing I could do. Scream and I could get a broken jaw if they were vicious. 

All four of the men who were facing me were looking me over, smirking and enjoying the sight. The man who was holding me reached around with his other hand and rubbed it across my lower tummy, sort of between my belly button and my mons. Then he took his hand away and, boy, was I relieved. Also astonished that he hadn't really groped me.

Let's say I was relieved until I found out why he'd taken his hand away. It came back and pressed against me in the same place, not quite touching my mons. My pussy was very conscious of it being there, just as it seemed to be aware that the other boys were looking at it. I could feel myself squirming inside, wondering what was going to happen.

I became even more concerned about what was going to happen when that hand on my tummy pressed me back slightly and I could feel something pressing against my bottom. Either the guy was carrying a baseball bat or I would rather he was. I didn't think much of the alternative.

"Well, little rabbit," came that deep rumble, "let's talk."

"I'd rather you just let me go," I said honestly.

"All in good time. Let's try a few scenarios for size. How would you like to lie down in the grass while we played eat the rabbit?"

I shuddered and shook my head.

"Well, would you like to have just plain sex with us?"

I almost wet myself with fright and could only just shake my head.

"Hmm, not going to be very cooperative, are you. Mind if I sit for a while?"

This time when I shook my head he laughed. He backed up, drawing me with him, finishing up sitting on the bench running around the rotunda, lifting me to sit on his lap. Really annoying, he managed to put my legs either side of his. If I thought I was on display before, you can imagine how I felt now.

The four men moved up closer, still looking me over. I could have done without some of the personal comments they made.

"Well, final offer. How about you mount me and give me a nice ride while my friends stand there and watch? They won't touch you and after you've ridden me you'll be free to go on your way."

With that statement he lifted me up and adjusted himself slightly. That is, he lifted me up and pushed his cock down so that when he let me down again his cock was pressing along my pussy. Looking down I could see it peeping from between my legs.

I was sweating, I can tell you. His cock was right there, pressing against me. It would be no trouble at all for him to make a minor adjustment and that thing wouldn't be pressing against my pussy but pressing in. I had butterflies in my tummy, the heat rising from my pussy having awoken them.

"Now before you say no, just think about it. You'll be sitting here just as you are now, but sliding up and down, letting my erection rise up inside you. More than that, you'd be letting a mystery man have sex with you. Someone you don't know. And all the time this mystery man is inside you those four boys are watching, seeing him slide in and out of your pretty pussy, wishing they were the one doing you and knowing they're not and never will be.

Think what a memory you'll have. That day in the park when you were ravished by a stranger while other men stood around watching. Four men, eating their hearts out because they're not the one taking you. 

Why don't you take the chance?"

He was getting to me, I admit, but when you get right down to it, it would still be rape, even of it was only by one man instead of five. Rape by one man is better than rape by five, but it's still rape.

"And if I say no?" I asked.

"Well, very reluctantly, I suppose we will have to toss the little rabbit aside and watch her run."

I was stunned. They'd just let me go?

"What?" I asked.

"I said that we'd have to let you go. If we tried to make you have sex that would be rape and that's a bad thing. You wouldn't want us to be rapists, would you?"

The other four men were looking at me and shaking their heads, apparently appalled that I'd even suggest such a thing. I'm so sorry, boys. What could have given me that idea?

Before I could open my mouth to say no, I'm out if here, Mr Tall and Mysterious was talking again.

"Now your first thought is going to be no, let me out of here, and take of running even before you pull up your panties. But why don't you pause a second and look at your second thought.

Your second thought is saying, why not? I'm not a virgin. It could be fun to be taken by a mysterious stranger, even with his friends watching. Especially with his friends watching. You'd be showing them what you can do and what they won't get. Think how frustrating it will be for them. A chance to get your own back on them for scaring you."

"Sure, and you get to fuck me," I pointed out.

"There is that as well," he admitted. "A win for you, a win for me and the only losers are the guys who have to stand and watch."

Who the hell did he think he was kidding? He just wanted to get laid. So why was the thought of having the others watch me while he took me nagging at me. I mean, the way I was sitting they'd see everything. I wouldn't be a case of them watching while I lay on my back and got fucked or me bent over something and taken from behind. 

This man was behind me and I'd have to rise up and slide down his cock and the boys would see every little detail of him going into me and then watch me being bounced up and down. 

Really the whole thing was impossible. A sensible girl wouldn't have anything to do with such a thing. Besides, how could I trust him?

Would you believe the swine took his arms away from around me? All I had to do was jump to my feet and start running. I was far enough away from the others that I was sure I could pull my tights up high enough to let me run before they could catch me.

So why wasn't I running? I was just sitting there, and then two hands closed upon my hips and lifted me. Not very high. Just high enough that his erection slid along my pussy until it was poised just under me, just pressing lightly against me.

"Your move," he murmured. "Just move your hand down and ease your lips apart and steer me home."

And I was doing it. I could not fucking believe it. I was actually touching his cock and making sure it was properly positioned. Really, just touching something that hot and hard should have been enough to have me cry off, but I found myself eagerly pressing to take it in. I am surely certifiable.

Certifiable or not, what I definitely was, was screwed.

I felt my lips close over the head of his cock, and it was like closing around a billiard ball. A hot billiard ball. To complete the analogy, his blasted cue started to follow the ball, blunt end first. When you look at it logically, he wasn't really pushing his cock into me. I was sinking down onto it, with gravity's able help. 

Well, I say fuck logic. I was being shafted by what felt like a king size cock. It was being rammed up into me at a great rate. I didn't know where to look, and looking at my audience didn't help. They all had lascivious looks on their faces as they watched me being taken. Bunch of lousy voyeurs.

For something that was charging up into me, that erection seemed to take an awful long time to finally come to rest. My poor passage was stretching in all directions, and I was nearly ready to scream for mercy before I found myself finally settled again him. 

I'm going to call him Joe, for Joe Blow. I asked him his name but he ignored me, and I can't really keep referring to him as the guy with his cock up me.

Joe just sat there with me skewered by his cock. I waited, but he didn't do anything. 

"Well?" I finally demanded.

"Well, what?" he replied. "You're on top so you have to lead."

First time I ever heard that rule. Then I had to work out how to move on his cock. It's not as easy as it seems. I had no purchase, nothing I could use for leverage. About all I could do was twist a bit from side to side, and the laughter from the audience did not help. Finally I moved my legs onto the bench on either side of Joe so that at least I was kneeling as well as straddling him. Now it was a simple case of flex my legs and I rose smoothly up his cock.

It was fun. I could push myself up and then relax and I'd just drop straight down onto him. Joe seemed quite happy with this, pushing himself up at me every time I dropped. He wasn't trying to force the pace, just accepting what I was doing.

After a few minutes I was breathing hard. I was excited and aroused and both the feelings were growing in leaps and bounds. I was ignoring the audience now, concentrating on what Joe was doing to me (or I was doing to him, if you want to be picky) and the feelings that were being aroused within me. 

Joe slid his hands up under my t-shirt, pushing the sports bra up and off my breasts, replacing them with his hands, which started to gently torment them. 

I was starting to writhe on top of Joe. I couldn't build up the pace without his active help and I wasn't getting that. He was being a passive lover and it was driving me mad. All I could do was continue at the same tempo and it was just that little too slow. Instead of being driven to a climax I was being casually escorted there, as though we had all the time in the world.

I finally gave up and begging Joe to do something. Anything.

"I thought you'd never ask," the bastard said, and the next time I slid down his pole he rammed up into me most enthusiastically. 

Just like that, the whole ball game changed. Joe was now driving into me, faster and faster, and I was battling to keep up with him. Instead of trying to push myself up his pole and sliding down I now found myself riding something that seemed determined to buck me right off. I had my hands clamped to his thighs, desperately riding the storm.

I once saw these pictures of an old spanking machine. You'd wind the handle and the paddles would start rotating, coming down on some unfortunate bottom one after the other. I was starting to think I'd been trapped on an automatic fucking machine, with cock after cock plunging into me. I was squealing and bouncing, being lifted higher with every thrust.

Then I was really shrieking and Joe was pounding me and spraying me and I was clutching his cock, trying to hold it in me, and just losing all sense of what was going on.

I was vaguely aware of Joe lifting me and seating me on the bench, but after that nothing for several moments. Several very long moments, I think. 

I finally started to gather my wits together and my first thought was, oh god, will the others try to take me? I opened my eyes, all ready to defend myself and there was no-one there. I mean, nobody. Joe and his friends had gone, leaving me sitting on the bench.

Oh, yes, they left me sitting on the bench. With my tights and panties and skirt down around my ankles and my t-shirt and bra hoicked up above my breasts so that I was on full display. How could they? Imagine if anyone had come past?

I had my clothes back in order in nothing flat. It was time, I thought, to head home. I figured I'd had enough exercise for the day.