A Fuck in the Park

This all took place last summer in London, when I was going out with a sweet guy called Pete. He was really nice, and although we eventuality went our separate ways, there were no hard feelings and I still see him occasionally. But that’s not really important to what I’m going to tell you about. Unlike most of my other stories, this is all true – for once, I’ve resisted the temptation to let my dirty mind go off on any flights of fantasy. 

Anyway, it was Pete’s birthday, and I offered to treat him to lunch in Richmond, followed by a stroll in the park. For those of you who don’t know it, Richmond is one of the poshest and most expensive areas of London, right out on the western side, by the River Thames. As well as some really nice shops and restaurants (of the sort students like me can’t really afford to visit), it has a beautiful deer park which also has the great advantage of being free. 

It was a lovely hot day, and I’d already decided to give Pete a treat by wearing something pretty, of the sort of thing he used to like. I put on a brightly-coloured wrap-around skirt, along with a short, low-cut peasanty top that left my midriff bare, showing off my flat stomach. It had buttons down the front, and I left the top two undone. It probably would have looked best on someone with bigger tits than me, but I liked it anyway. As you’ve probably guessed, I’d left my bra off as well. 

Pete looked well impressed when I turned up at his flat, and was all for cutting lunch in favour of a quick fuck straight away, but I wanted to keep him waiting! In any case, I was hungry. We took the District Line tube out to Richmond, and walked down towards the river. We looked at the menus of a couple of nice restaurants, but it was honestly too nice to sit inside, and (luckily for my bank balance) Pete was quite happy to go to the White Cross Hotel, which did pretty decent pub grub and good beer. Luckily, we were quite early and managed to grab a table outside right by the river. 

As we sat with our drinks, I could tell Pete was admiring my revealing top. I leant over and whispered to him that, in honour of his birthday, I wasn’t wearing any panties either. He challenged me to prove it, so he pretended to drop something under the table, and when he bent down to pick it up I opened my legs and pulled my skirt apart, flashing my pussy at him. I’d recently shaved my pubic area completely so I’m sure he got a good eyeful of my outer labia, already moist and puffy with anticipation. (By the way, I’m sure there ought to be a better euphemism than “pussy” for a girl’s shaven pubic area – surely the point of a pussy is that it is soft and hairy when you stroke it?)

After all this, by the time we’d finished eating I was already feeling pretty horny, and by the look of his trousers so was Pete. As we walked up the hill towards the park he stroked my bum, squeezing my firm cheeks, which just made my vagina start to get even wetter. 

Not surprisingly on such a hot day, lots of other people had come up to Richmond Park, but it’s a big place, and there is plenty of room for everyone without it feeling overcrowded. We walked up to Pen Ponds, and sat on a bench under a tree a little bit away from the water, watching the other people; parents with young children; couples with dogs; solitary wanderers; all enjoying the warm afternoon sun. We watched the little kids running along the edge of the pond, chasing the ducks and throwing stones into the water, their parents trying to stop them falling in. It was all very relaxing and I rested my head on Pete’s shoulder, putting my hand on his leg, stroking him gently. 

Quite by accident (yes, really!) my wrap-around skirt slipped off my leg, revealing a smooth expanse of light brown thigh. Pete put his arm around me and drew me towards him. We kissed, lightly at first, then harder as we become more aroused. I opened my mouth enough to let Pete’s tongue enter, and he explored the inside of my mouth while one of his hands played with my hair. My tongue played with his, and I shut my eyes, enjoying the sensation, purring gently as I always do when I’m getting a bit aroused. I felt Pete’s hand on my bare stomach, stroking the warm smooth flesh, his finger playing with my navel. His hand began to creep upwards, towards the lower elasticated edge of my top. Naughtily, he insinuated one finger underneath the elastic, tickling at the bottom of my boob. Oh goodness, this was making me seriously horny, and I placed my hand on his groin, feeling for his cock inside his trousers. The pressure quickly made it begin to get hard, and I could feel it pressing against his leg as I ran my hand along its length. 

Pete removed his finger and lightly placed his hand on my left breast, squeezing it gently through my top. He sneaked one finger between two of the buttons, feeling the bare flesh as he probed further across the mound. I could tell he was aiming for my nipple, but his finger wasn’t quite long enough, and he could just barely reach the rough edge of my aureole, already dimpled with excitement and anticipation. This was frustrating for both of us; I took my hand from Pete’s groin and managed to loosen one of the buttons on my top, letting him get two fingers inside, giving him that extra bit of reach until he could just pinch my nipple between his fingertips. All the time we were still kissing, and he gently nibbled at my lower lip as my nipple stiffened at his manipulation. 

If we had been at home on the sofa, we’d very soon have been removing each others’ clothing. But we were still very much in public, sitting on a bench in full view of the London public, and we both knew that we couldn’t go very much further without causing serious offence! I’ve always got incredibly horny when making out in public, especially if I can push it to the limit. Pete and I had found that the key to getting away with this sort of thing was to keep as much covered as possible, making it look as if we were just indulging in a little heavy snogging. We found that most people didn’t seem too concerned and just walked past with hardly a second glance. The occasional frigid old bag might mutter something about “youth of today”, or a dirty old man might steal an extra look, but they were just jealous. 

Even so, I’m still not sure if it was the warm weather, or the couple of drinks at lunchtime, but we seemed to be going a bit further than we usually did. My hand was back on Pete’s groin, rubbing quite hard at it now. He muttered something about not going too far, or there might be a nasty mess. I looked at him: “Promises, promises”, I whispered. I stopped rubbing for a moment; Pete looked as if he was about to tell me not to stop, but then he realised that I had started carefully to unzip his trousers. His cock was enormously stiff, still held in place by his boxer shorts, but straining almost painfully against the material. I carefully slipped my hand inside his trousers, running my fingers over his boxers, feeling his cock’s length and hardness. Getting even bolder, I slipped one finger inside the slit in the front of his boxers and felt the heat of his engorged flesh. 

There were still too many people around for me to risk taking his cock right out of his trousers, but I managed to push down his boxers far enough to let it spring out of the top and I could get my hand around the hot shaft. As I began to pump it harder, still inside his trousers, I felt a considerable quantity of pre-cum dribble out, lubricating the shaft and making it easier for my hand to rub up and down. Pete was trying to regulate his breathing, but he was getting very red in the face! 

I smiled. “How does that feel?” I whispered. 

Pete responded by sliding his hand inside the loose flap of my wrap-around skirt and stroking the bare flesh of my leg. The light touch of his fingers on my skin sent a delicious tingle up my spine, which became even more intense as his hand moved to the warm sensitive inside of my upper thighs. I trembled slightly as his fingers approached the very top of my thighs, so close to my pussy that he must have been able to feel the heat of me. His fingers just brushed oh-so-lightly over my bare mound, barely making contact in such a way that I almost screamed out with delighted frustration. 

There is nothing that turns me on more than being toyed with like this, being kept on the edge of sexual contact, and Pete knew this, but I guess he couldn’t wait any longer. Slowly I felt his fingers slide over my mound until they found my little pink labia, already wet with my sexual juices. I parted my thighs slightly, allowing my pussy lips to open just enough to admit one questing finger. I let out an almost primitive groan as I felt that finger slip inside my hot slit, probing into me, rubbing at my spongy vaginal walls, tickling upwards towards my special spot.

I rubbed harder at Pete’s cock. I could tell by his breathing and the way that he was humping into my hand that he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer. “Oh Annie, I’m going to cum” he whispered. “Good” I whispered back, and give one long pull, stretching the skin tight, squeezing him hard. That was enough to tip him over the edge; he gasped - “Oh Annie!” - and I felt his cum pumping up his shaft. Keeping my hand inside his boxers, I quickly positioned it over the tip and caught as much as possible of the hot creamy liquid in my palm, although some of it oozed through my fingers and dripped down onto his boxers. 

I looked round guiltily to make sure no-one was watching, and slid my hand out, Pete’s cum dripping from my fingers. Oh Jesus, that looked so porny! I rubbed my hands together, spreading the cum over them. I showed my sticky palms to Pete, and then licked it off, one hand at a time. I ran one finger across my bare stomach, leaving a sticky trail, then sucked my finger greedily. 

“Let me make you come now, Annie” whispered Pete, but I was feeling so horny I didn’t think his fingers would be enough to satisfy me. I wanted him so badly. 

“I want more than your fingers, darling!” I told him. 

“Come back to my place, then” he replied. 

“I don’t think I can wait that long” I replied. “I want your thick cock inside my cunt, and I want it now” – he used to love it when I talked dirty, and I wanted to keep him horny! 

“Come on then” he replied. “I know where we should be ok”. 

We quickly got up and Pete started to head off towards the Isabella Plantation – a big enclosed part of the park with a mixture of trees, flowerbeds, ponds and quiet little clearings. It’s ever so pretty, but on this occasion I don’t suppose either of us were interested in its botanic attractions. Pete had his arm round my waist, first stroking my bare tummy, then pushing his hand down inside the elasticated top of my skirt, stroking the curve of my bum. We followed the path through the gate into the trees, then branched off through the undergrowth; Pete seemed to know where he was going. Sure enough, the trees soon thinned out to reveal a small clearing that had been left untended so the grass was fairly long. 

Pete dragged me over to the long grass and we both lay down in it. The grass shielded us quite well and only if somebody stumbled right over us would they be able to see what we were doing, and we were both happy to take that chance. We kissed again, hard and urgent. All I wanted was to feel Pete’s cock again. I quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled it out. It was still semi-hard, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before it was fully erect again. I took it in my mouth, licking around the head. It was still sticky with drying semen, and I enjoyed the taste, sucking as I licked, making him stiff again. 

As soon as he was hard enough, I straddled him. I quickly arranged my skirt so it covered his stiff erection like a tent, and gently lowered myself towards it. Trying to make contact by feel alone wasn’t that easy, and I had to reach under my skirt and find his erection and pull it towards my waiting hole. But once I’d found the slit all went well; I rubbed the tip against my pussy, pushing the labia apart. My vagina was already soaking wet, so his cock slid in ever so easily. I let out a sigh of pleasure as I sank deep down, allowing Pete’s cock to fill me to the hilt. “Oh yes, that’s so good” I whispered. I started to move gently up and down, using my strong thighs, and Pete helped by placing his hands under my buttocks. 

I hoped that if anyone did come past they wouldn’t be able to see any naughty bits, although as I started to bounce up and down on Pete’s cock, it must have been pretty obvious what was going on. But by this time I didn’t much care; the sensation of Pete’s cock thrusting in and out was sending me to new heights of pleasure. 

So much so, in fact, that I decided to throw caution to the wind. I paused in my thrusting for a moment, and undid the buttons down the front of my top. My bare breasts spilled out, and I leant over to let Pete take first one nipple, then the other, in his mouth. I massaged them with my hands, stimulating the nipples, letting out little moans of pleasure. Beads of perspiration ran down my breasts, my nipples rock hard. I rested for a moment with Pete’s cock buried deep inside me, before starting to rock gently backwards and forwards again. I always get very wet when I fuck, and my sex juices were oozing out, coating his cock and balls, lubricating my vagina and making delightful wet sucking noises. Pete lifted up the edge of my skirt and enjoyed the sight of my glistening labia wrapped around his wet prick.

I was pretty close to orgasm by this time. I let Pete take the weight of my buttocks for a moment, and slipped my hand under my skirt, stroking it around the shaft of his penis as he began to pump it faster into me again. I rubbed my finger over my clitoris. That was all it took to finally push me over the edge, and I climaxed with a groan. My vaginal muscles sucked and squeezed at the cock inside me, as my body tensed in ecstasy, then convulsed with a delicious shuddering pulse of pleasure. This sensation was too much for Pete too, and I could tell by his faster thrusts that his climax was getting close; he thrust once more hard inside me, and it was as if I could feel the semen surging up inside his penis in a series of throbbing pulsations, before he shot his load deep inside my cunt. The sensation kept me orgasming in a series of waves as I could feel his hot creamy cum splashing against the lining of my vagina, filling me so full. Long streams of cum were mixing with my cunt juices, already starting to splash out as his cock slowly stopped its pumping, and a last little orgasm washed over me. 

Slowly, I came down to earth and rolled off him onto the grass, his penis sliding out with a sticky plop. My wrap-around skirt was gaping open at the front, showing my very wet pink labia, and my pussy glistening with sexual juices. Pete’s penis too was wet with a mixture of cum and vaginal secretions. He leant over and kissed me, his softening cock leaving a trail of sticky mess up the side of my dress, but I didn’t care. I give it a final rub, my hand getting sticky too, before he slipped it back inside his trousers before it started to get hard again. 

My breasts were still flushed with excitement as I sat up, and fastened my top again with just one button. This left a lot of tit flesh clearly visible, and was of course much, much sexier than if I were to go completely topless. I was still on a sexual high, and I liked the idea of other people possibly getting a tantalising glimpse of my body, giving them the chance of a sexy fantasy, imagining what would happen if that one button were to pop off. 

We stood up, and I smoothed down my crumpled skirt, retying it around my waist. “I need a shower after that” I whispered. “Come back to my flat and give me a hand. Your birthday isn’t over yet”. 

As we started to walk back, the lack of panties meant that it didn’t take long for a mixture of Pete’s cum and my vaginal juices to start dribbling down my inner thigh. I slipped my hand discreetly under my skirt and caught one dribble on my finger, smelling the scent before letting Pete lick it off. As I did so, we passed a young couple walking in the other direction. The man snatched a glance at my barely-covered breasts; nudged his girl; she saw what he was looking at, and dragged him away – but not crossly; she caught my eye and winked. I imagined they could well end up having a bit of fun themselves before too long…maybe even in the same place we had just come from. 

Big Enough, Old Enough

Big Enough, Old Enough by UK Snowy

She stood next to her mum at the bar. I knew she was sixteen, Kim was her name. Slim Kim, slender willowy long legs and pert high tits held tight in a distinct bra that showed through her close fitting white top. Kate her divorced mum, was chunky with prominent love handles and cellulitic thighs but had big tits and was very pretty with long black hair and a tendency to get pissed easily.

Kim waited patiently as Kate ordered the drinks for them as I stood behind waiting my turn. I am a toucher, a person who throws his arms round men or women in purely friendly gestures, whether round their shoulders, backs or waists. I am known for this and for patting women's bottoms too and no one takes offence. I tap knees, hands, elbows when seated next to anyone in conversation. I always spoof people, wind them up, kid them on and surprise them or shock them with sudden approaches. The urge took me to make Kim jump.

I slid my hands under Kim's top and grasped her slim waist, feeling the warm smooth flesh as she shrieked and whirled round, her eyes blazing which then turned into laughing eyes as did Kate's on the realisation it was me. The main point was I knew my hands were very cold, hence the shriek. Kim told me off pleasantly as my eyes feasted on her young features, her long light brown hair and those high pointy tits thrusting up at me.

I had earlier ogled her bare legs in the loose high cut shorts she had exercised in. She had constantly tugged at the edge of the shorts as if she felt they were revealing too much of her neat butt. They were loose and very short and I particularly focussed on her crotch when she sat or perched on something to rest. I never got sight of her panties and merely dreamed of getting a view of them one day.

I mingled with the crowd as I usually did having much chat and things to mention to various of the gang. I was at the bar later getting a small round in which included my second pint. A lot of folk had left. I felt a presence beside me. I looked round and Kim was hovering.

'Can I get you a drink Kim?' I asked pleasantly. 'And your mum?'

'OK a coke,' she replied brightly. 'I was thirsty and was just going to get one, mum has a full beer anyway.'

I ordered for her and in the meantime took the other drinks to the tables. I turned to see Kim watching me intently as I returned to the bar.

'Your hands were very cold,' she said quietly.

'Yeah that's why I did that,' I responded, paying for the round.

'But they were gentle too,' she lisped. 'Some boys hurt when they grab.'

'Comes with age and experience,' I told her. 'So do boys grab you round the waist often then?'

'They grab anywhere given the chance. I'm off boys,' she pouted sipping her coke.

I drank some beer and studied her. Kim's mind seemed to be troubled. She stared at me over her glass, her eyes smouldering, dark brown under thick lashes.

'Can I ask you something Rich?' she murmured, glancing furtively around.

'Of course love,' I answered using one of my well known non PC terms of endearment.

'It's private sort of.' she whispered glancing around all the time.

'Well no one's interested in us. Look - they're all deep in conversation. Ask away,' I said calmly and quietly.

Kim glanced around for confirmation and took a deep breath.

'You know my dad lives in London, so he's not around?'

I nodded and sipped my ale.

'Like there's no men around I can relate to, like I can't ask him anything 'cos when I do see him it's all days out and excitement trying to fill the time, especially with Marie with us. Anyway he can't talk to me properly,' she confided, having also mentioned her younger sister.

I nodded again and indicated with my eyes she should continue. I knew the basis of her problem already, but what was the question she was going to throw at me. I interrupted before she spoke.

'You talk to your mum..er! about personal stuff,' I stated.

'Yeah of course, but this is different,' she lisped after taking a big swig of her coke. 'I mean it's not periods or anything.'

That surprised me for a start. Just to mention the P word from a sixteen year old to a forty one year old bloke seemed to be no problem to the kid. I raised my brows and nodded to Kim as if to listen to her.

'This boy wants to have sex with me and I'm quite keen,' she whispered.

I gasped and answered.

'I thought you were off boys.'

'Well boys in general. This one is 18 and gorgeous but I've only done it once before...er! with someone else... but this one - I've heard that he's er...Well he is very...you know,' she said quietly, her eyes flitting down to my crotch and back to my face several times.

'Experienced?'

She shook her head glancing round the bar.

'Married?'

'No. He's apparently very er!......well - like big,' she murmured, her head almost on my shoulder.

I breathed in her flowery scent, grasping the problem and wondering what next, but I knew really.

'You say you've done it before Kim?' I ventured.

'Once yeah,' she shuddered. 'Nothing really - too quick and it hurt a bit. He wore a johnny anyway so that's all right. Didn't put me off.'

'And you fancy this bloke so you want to try it again? Why not? It's not a big deal and you're old enough.'

As I said this phrase, I thought of the "big enough therefore old enough" term often used by blokes when voyeuring young women. Kim was certainly big enough. Nearly as tall as me and developing nicely.

'Yeah but will it hurt?' she whined almost impatiently.

I gulped and it was me that glanced round nervously this time. Kim's mouth hung slightly open. It was full lipped. She had a charming sort of tiny over bite with larger top teeth, maybe a bit like that Renee something US film star in Bridget Jones Diary. No one was interested in the odd matched pair huddled at the bar, even the staff was elsewhere. I thought of the fact that I was considered quite large in the penile tissue stakes by various shag partners and tried to imagine how I would stuff my cock into this slender and suddenly fragile looking girl without hurting her. I consciously tensed my dick and it lurched pleasantly against my tracksuit. I decided to answer her the best I could.

'Well it all depends on er!... well - how wet you are, you know?'

Kim nodded earnestly, but I was obviously meant to continue.

'I mean any size can be accommodated easily down there,' I was whispering now. 'Babies and all that, nothing to do with age...well your age group.'

She nodded, her breath coming quickly as she leaned ever closer. Then Kate called to her, after having answered her irritating mobile phone. Kate was having to leave to collect Marie.

'Oh mum,' whined Kim, as I cursed under my breath and took a large swig of ale. 'It's early yet and there's no school tomorrow. Can't I stay on? I'm only drinking coke.'

Several of the gang took the piss out of Kate for trying to spoil Kim's fun and a couple of folk offered to run her home later. I offered the same and Kate declared that she could stay, gathered her gear and left, knowing the girl was with friends and quite safe. The place settled again and Kim leaned towards me in anticipation, with a cheeky smile playing over her pretty features.

'You were on about my age that was no problem and the...er! wet thing,' she said, pulling a face of slight distaste.

I nodded and gulped and adjusted my stance as my now rock hard cock was lodged awkwardly across my boxers in the seconds I had to ogle her closeup as her attention was momentarily distracted. God! I would have loved to upend her over the bar stool her tight butt was perched on, rip her jeans and knickers down and ram it hard up her little tight cunt, just to show her that it wouldn't hurt and be very pleasurable.

'Yeah! Well you know about the wet thing. Getting wet down there helps you see. Probably didn't that first time I expect?' I queried, not expecting an answer. Wrong.

'Too right,' she responded eagerly. 'But I know what you mean. I’ve played a bit,' she giggled and blushed.

As two people glanced at us from across the room, I thought about her pink painted finger tips flicking over her inflamed clitty, inducing those pools of succulent lubrication that so helps big cocks like mine to plunder the even pinker pleasure within. Kim continued with her next utterance.

'To tell you the truth, I'm wet now. Must be talking about it that does it,' she giggled sweetly again.

I lost all common sense at this point.

'To tell you the truth,' I stupidly blurted, somehow losing the air of confidante and advisor and reducing to the level of a totally infatuated fully sex charged rampant male.

'So am I, if you know what I mean?'

Kim's eyes widened, a puzzled look crept over her face until that turned into a grin and she glanced down at my crotch. I was lost, wanting to shag this nymphet, flexing my cock which bulged against my trackies, deteriorating into the true male of the species that has it's brains in it's one eyed trouser snake to show her my expertise as if I was in the disco club trying to pick up any piece of hole. Kim did a double take at the jutof my knob end tenting the material and grinned up at me from her lowered glance.

'Shit! she spluttered a little too loudly, attracting a couple of looks from beyond the bar surrounds. 'You're hard.'

'Well you're a damn attractive young girl and old enough to get a man hard,' I explained, blatantly tensing my prick again and watching her eyes catch the activity. I was seriously hunting now and fuck the consequences and hopefully the delectable Kim. 'Of course it's hard with someone like you around and talking like this.'

'How old are you Rich?' she asked.

'Forty one and you're sixteen, big difference,' I prompted hating my negativity. Stupid bastard I cursed myself.

'Yesss,' she drawled, frowning and flicking her hair back as young girls do when they try to be thoughtful yet provocative.

'Doesn't bother me personally,' I added, attempting to regain lost ground.

'Nor me - but would you though?' she whispered, her eyes searing mine in their juvenile intensity and clarity, seeing straight through the mask of adulthood.

'Would I what?' I asked, knowing what, one hand's fingers crossed behind my back. The one hand visible shakily lifted my glass and I sipped trying to remain calm.

'Would...you...like to...have...sex...with...me?' she murmured, her mouth very close to my ears as she slowly pronounced the words.

'What man wouldn't Kim. I'd kill to have sex with a beautiful young thing like you and you know it,' I told her bluntly.

She gazed almost triumphantly round the bar. She twisted on the stool, to place her back against the bar and placed her elbows on the polished mahogany. Her tits jutted out and up but I couldn't see signs of nipple arousal. Her white top snuck up from the waistband of her jeans and exposed some fleshy midriff near to where I'd originally started this encounter from. There was a dozen or so drinkers scattered around. About half were part of the gang that she was as familiar with as I was. She pointed to the people we didn't know.

'Don't know them and they're too nice too kill,' she chuckled, waving airily at the gang as she said the last words. 'No killing tonight.'

'What else would I have to do then Kim?' I challenged, knowing I was a hairs breadth from success.

'Go and chat to the gang for a while, I'll do the same and then you offer to take me home. That's all,' Kim added breezily. 'Can't dash off from here, looking all excited can we?'

The little vixen had cleverly worked out a strategy which was all too simple. Within seconds we joined Rory, Gemma, John, Alice, Alex, Andy, Fred and Jo and withstood their gentle banter about close conversations huddled over a pint at the bar.

That died away quickly and we shared a vivid chat on many subjects until 10pm rolled round and Kim declared she had better go. I offered immediately and was accepted to no comments or reaction from the others. We had all dropped off or picked up others over the years. Kim and I strolled slowly as unconcerned as possible out to my motor home. That was the icing on the cake. I had collected it from the workshop on the way from the soccer match that afternoon. Gary my mechanic pal repairing the steering fault especially for me on a Saturday to allow me to travel west the next day. Kim phoned Kate on her mobile saying she was with me, just leaving but I had to go via an address to drop off some documents. No worries came from Kate. Kim grinned toothily.

Two minutes later I parked it in a service station on the motorway, where campers and motorhomes stayed over regularly. I walked Kim through into the back pulling the curtains closed and leaving the light off. She sat on the big wide side seat, slightly tense, her fingers knotted, her knees tight together, feet pointing inwards and biting her lip. I sat next to her and put my arms round her shoulders, letting her gradually sink into the embrace. I put my hand on her belly and under her top and she shivered although muttering that my hand wasn't quite as cold. Moving it up to her bra, I smoothed over the twin bulges feeling the firm material encasing her boobs. Skilfully I unclasped the bra with one hand and cupped my hand under the soft firmness of teenage breasts as she shuddered and sighed as I twiddled her nipples, finding tiny hard buds rising to my caresses.

Persuading her to remove her top and the remnants of the underwear wasn't difficult and in the orange tinted light cast through the curtains by the sodium parking illuminations it was my turn to murmur approval as I admired the upstanding buds before I bent to suckle on them. Kim lay back wallowing in the careful and thoughtful buildup, which I was sure she would not have experienced the first time. My cock was almost painful in it's restricted area, but I delayed the masterstroke of exposure.

Undoing her jeans took some time but they were too tight to infiltrate my hand inside I'd found. I finally wriggled them off, her knickers straying untidily halfway down her hips. Plain white sensible but cute, they stayed put with neither Kim or I attempting to pull them up. I placed my hand on her hot belly and stroked round and round gradually moving it lower until I felt her stiffen inside as I felt the little bush of soft downy hair. The knicker elastic rasped the back of my hand as I dipped lower and gently cupped her pubic pouch, leaving my hand still, enjoying the gentle tickle of her thatch as I nuzzled into her pale long neck. She was wet - my hand getting a soaking back and front from the love juice she had already deposited on the gusset and it's coating over the hot slit under my fingers.

Suddenly Kim pushed my upper torso away and spoke.

'What about you Rich. You taking your clothes off and showing me then?' she asked.

'Of course Kim love. You do it if you like eh?' I murmured delving my finger into her snatch in an effort to keep her on the boil.

I probed amongst the soft folds of her young twat. She fiddled with my tee shirt and pulled it up over my head. She jolted every few seconds as my finger jabbed her clitoris and then left it alone. As I delved in deeply, her cunt opened to allow my finger to penetrate full length and I sensed the incredibly tight almost virgin crevasse within.

She undid my belt and I had to leave go of her mott to let her pull my jeans off. Her voice fluttered as she saw the menacing block of cock muscle striving to be released from my boxers. I ripped down my shorts and stood up as Kim mewed at my dick waving around lewdly in front of her. I stooped and pulled off her panties and for a moment we were quiet and inanimate taking stock of our respective targets.

'Rich, it's huge,' she gushed, reaching for my knob and grasping it firmly.

I wallowed in the admiration, knowing my prowess would also impress her.

'Thanks Kim and it won't hurt you. Just look at your pussy,' I told her.

She sat back letting go of my dick which snapped sharply up against my belly. Splaying her legs and pulling her teeny puss open she saw that it glistened with her natural sex discharge.

'Show me what you do. You said you played,' I urged, loving the soft silky look of her puss pouch.

A low guttural gurgle escaped her lips as she placed her hand just above the top fold of her slender labia and started to rotate the tips of her fingers. So used to older more lived in snatches with their inherent bulkiness, a bit of stretch and sag, extra folds, thick curly funolips and hairy bushes, I revelled in the pure simple curves of the sixteen year old version for the first time in my life. I noticed that she didn't actually touch her clitty, but the flow soon started and her head lolled back as an element of ecstasy rippled through her young body. I hefted my cock and rolledmy foreskin back, seeing a bubble of my juice seep out.

Without any further foreplay. Fuck it! I couldn't wait any longer to plunder this little treasure, I grasped her legs and turned her so she lay along the seat. I knelt between those lissom limbs holding them high and wide as Kim gazed up at me, alternately at my face and my cock as I lowered it onto her crotch. I got so low I couldn't hold her legs but the clever little bitch had got the message and crooked them back. She was open, vulnerable and ready.

'Don't hurt me Rich, you promised,' she whimpered. 'It looks too big.'

I didn't answer apart from shaking my head and gesturing comfort with my eyes as I let my knob end brush over the tufty hairs and down over her seeping slit. It lodged between her labia and I thrust, but only gently - inserting my helmet. Intently I kept watch on Kim's face, looking for signs of discomfort, but nothing showed. Then her eyes opened wide, her legs flopped down each side of me and she levered upwards. My prick waggled around deprived of its hot haven.

'Shit! Have you got a condom?' she gasped, her tits wobbling ever so slightly.

'Calm down. If I needed one I would have worn it Kim. I fire blanks. Had the cut five years ago after Diane fucked off and decided to enjoy myself at no risk. Trust me,' I told her, thrusting her body back firmly, hooking her legs back up with no more reactions.

I aimed my cock again, her eyes again intent on my crotch which budged forward until my knob was enveloped inside her pink portals. Moments after a pause, I lowered and pushed and Kim's mouth shot open but no noise escaped as I sank four of my nine thick inches. Instantly I withdrew and then in again this time gaining further penetration. Initially - not once did she cry out or express noise. It was all eyes and mouth and grimaces. Then occasional little gasps and sighs started to break through as I finally managed to drop the whole nine inches fully into her sweet orifice.

After another pause to let her adjust, which she did by relaxing and tensing her inner muscles and gripping my length, the scene changed to a relentless powerful shagging as my dick pummelled her crotch and my balls bounced round her butt hole. Determined to give her the feeling of being totally shagged and reduced to a receptacle for man's meat, making her desire cock at every twist and turn of her life, I rammed home my years of fucking women of all shapes, ages and sizes, but never one so young as Kim.

How could I have missed out? I thought as I felt my jism bubbling. This was fantastic, hard hot sex in an almost pure cunt. A cunt never before plundered to this depth and with such thoughtfulness. I of course trusted Kim that I was only her second fuck partner, indeed it was the second fuck she had experienced.

I raised my torso over her, grinding the hairy root of my dick on her clitty pod, immediately sensing her heightened activity which indicated pleasure.. This ploy always works as far as I'm concerned. It combines the raw urging of my cumming with the frenzied action of prolonged agitation of the female sexual nerve centre. Kim started to wail but softly. I felt her finger nails screw into my shoulders as her body bucked up at mine as I pounded into the vinegar strokes, knowing my blanks were into the barrel and ready to explode into the target. With a shout I let it go, feeling Kim's heels drumming on my butt and thighs.

It took many strokes of that almost painful sensation when you feel you're going to piss, as if your knob end will split and your ballocks shrink into their sac, as one with the sturdy shaft above, before I finished flooding Kim's teenage snatch. I sank immediately on to her, two bodies locked sweatily, panting and satiated. We lay still for quite a while, my face buried in her shampoo scented hair until it started to itch my nose and I had to raise my head. Her eyes pierced me solemnly and I wondered what next.

'That was so cool Rich -thanks,' she chuckled levering her head up and kissing me lightly.

I didn't return the kiss, we weren't in love. I merely pecked at her cheeks and forehead until I saw tears well in her eyes.

'Hey! Kim. What's the matter love?' I asked.

'Nothing. It was just so cool, so good and it didn't hurt. I was really really worried that you might be kidding me along just to have sex with me. You know,' she whimpered as I kissed her tears and licked them away.

'Aha! I see, well that's OK then,' I added sympathetically.

Apparently my kidology reputation had preceded me again. It did get me into odd situations now and then.

'Right now I'm going to help you clean up, just lie there and think of England,' I joked sliding onto my knees on the floor.

As soon as my dick had slithered out of her pussy, Kim placed her hand over her labia and seemed to search as if for cuts or abrasions. I could see that all she found were slightly puffier lips and a trickle of my jism. Her eyes widened as my tongue neared the sticky honey pot under her fingers.. I pressed them away and she gasped and thrust her hand down over her gash as if protecting it.

'No Rich. What are you doing?' she asked.

'Clean up time love. Can't have you going home with wet knickers can we. Kate will recognise what that sticky stuff on your fingers is doing all over your underwear even after it's dried. Believe me Kim,' I advised, dipping my head again trying to unhinge her hands folded one over the other clutching her cunt.

I succeeded and dipped my face into her crotch.

'But a tissue or something... Ooohhhhh!' she gasped as she felt my tongue lap over the dribbling softness of her pussy.

Her protests ceased. Kim's head lolled back, her back arched, her legs near went into splits, her haven open and welcoming now it realised there was no danger as I lavished tender tongue action on her precious vagina. Again I had hit on something new. The graunching of our crotches prior to my cumming had alerted her nerves to the joys of male stimulation outside her hole, now the sensations of straight cunnilingus were searing through her and she was reacting how I wanted her to react. Kim's breath quickened. I knew she had been on various foothills of the ascent to orgasm during our fuck, now I was sure she would reach the summit. It didn't take long as I sucked her clitoris, probed her minge and swallowed our glorious cocktail.

Her hands shot upwards, one grabbed the back of the seat, the other flapped than fell to her side as her stomach heaved upwards, her strong lithe back solid in a perfect curve, rigidly holding her crotch in one position as she spluttered and then wailed until the waves died down and she totally collapsed, her whole body softening limp and floppy. Satisfied that I had persuaded her snatch to release the bulk of my load, I paused and reached for some tissues in a side cabinet. Kim lay as if sleeping, her chest rising and falling, making those twin pleasure domes almost flatten then form as I dabbed her cunt gently with a wadge of tissues. I took her right hand and made her hold the tissues tight on her hole as I got to my feet. I swiped my face and dick with tissue too as she opened her eyes and smiled up at me.

'The sex was cool Rich but that was really cool. I mean cool. I can't describe it, but thanks,' she gurgled, her voice thick with emotion.

'My pleasure as much as yours love and it didn't hurt me. You're lovely and tight for a big cock like mine,' I said cheekily, shaking my butt slightly and letting my dick wave obscenely over her face.

I would dearly have loved to squat and shove the whole fucking length of flaccid dampness into her cute mouth, but I knew time was running on and I didn't want to upset a good thing and worry Kate. Kim giggled up at me and tried to grab my prick but I wafted away and started sorting the heap of clothes..

'We'd better go Kim. Mum and all that,' I advised, unraveling my boxers and slipping them on.

I found her panties and handed them to her. The kid, reluctantly - I am pleased to record, sat up slowly with a sulky pout as more of my clothes went on. She obviously wanted more but I decided prudence the best approach for the first time. What was I saying? Would there be a second, third time?

I got her home and took her to the door. Kate looked invitingly sexy in a tee shirt that showed every nuance of her bouncing unfettered boobs and nutty nipples. The shirt was over long and all I could see were her chubby legs below it's hem and wondered what she wore underneath.She turned away as I left them her and Kim to shut the door after my refusal of coffee, I noticed her VPL carving across the mass of her huge wobbly butt and wondered what shagging the mum would be like after the daughter.

What do you think? Try mum before Kim comes on strong again, as I know she will.

The end

ARCHIE JOINS THE GIRL SCOUTS

The summer was uneventful for the fabulous foursome of Archie, Bettina, Jerry, and Veronica. At least, until Archie and Jerry decided to join the Girl Scouts in order to go on a camping trip with Bettina and Veronica.

The two girls expended a lot of time and effort to make the boys look presentable as normal teenaged girls.

The clothes were not a problem at all. In fact, Archie fit well into Bettina’s duds and Jerry looked quite fetching in Veronica’s body hugging black dress. Fortunately, Veronica had enough wigs to go around and both boys looked most feminine at least from the rear with Archie wearing a blonde shoulder length and Jerry with a shorter black wig that strangely made him look a little like Veronica when the lighting was subdued.

Bettina told all the girls that Archie was her cousin Marilyn visiting for the summer. Veronica presented the simpering Jerry as an exchange student called Doreen, living at her house for the remainder of the school vacation.

It was a little difficult to hide both boys’ family jewels because they both tended to be on the extra-large size category both in length and girth. Archie was extremely reluctant to wear one of Bettina’s bras with the padding cut from a mattress cover. He didn’t mind the pantyhose because it kind of made him excited to be squeezing his bottom into a pair of Bettina’s nylon undies. But the bra was another story and he felt silly with the fake boobs sticking out in front of him. Jerry thought it was really funny and he made a game of pushing his newly acquired breasts up against Bettina’s and Veronica’s very real and very soft real ones.

The girls were giggling and laughing so hard that they fell to the bedroom floor with their skirts all askew and with their knickers exposed for the boy’s viewing pleasure. 

Bettina hoped that Archie didn’t suspect that Jerry was slipping his sausage to her on the sly whenever they were alone and safe from discovery. She had already gotten his creamy loads in all of her openings and they had established a pattern of quick coupling that gave them full satisfaction and still reduced the danger of being found out.

Archie hoped that Bettina never found out that he had recently fallen into a habit of encouraging Veronica to wear a blonde wig and take it from behind pretending to be his beloved Bettina. The sensuous Veronica didn’t consider it demeaning as long as Archie delivered a full load to her tight little pussy.

Sometimes, Bettina would look with envious eyes at the well-endowed Jerry feeling up the submissive Veronica right next to her. Veronica was her best friend but she had become secretly very attached to the long lean teenager with the talented happy stick.   She had become a little possessive of keeping Jerry’s cock for her own personal enjoyment but knew the charade was necessary to keep their secret secure.

When Archie saw Veronica being kissed and fingered by the horny Jerry, he buried his head in
Bettina’s bosom and rubbed his throbbing erection all over her soft, flat tummy. He didn’t even try to make a move near her soft female slit because she always just pushed his hand away and told him, “naughty, naughty!”

There were a total of 9 girls in the small Girl Scout troop.

The youngest was the 16 year old Petula who wore huge black-rimmed glasses and sported a mouthful of metallic braces that tended to turn off any thoughts of success in a “spin the bottle” game.

 The Johnson twins were just like matched bookends with the exception of their hairstyles. The older “by a minute” Rachael was partial to her arcing ponytail that swung with deliberate exaggeration whenever she wanted it to. Her sister Ruth was always seen with her signature pigtails that never failed to display little color-coded ribbons that matched her mood of the day.

A little clique of the 3 close friends from Tower Hill was comprised of Alice, Brittany, and Cindy.  They liked to call themselves, “The ABCs”. It was surprising that they were so dissimilar in personality but tended to look very much alike in person.  Alice was a total snob and treated anyone or anything new with complete distain. Brittany was a closet slut and spent hours looking at the most depraved pornographic videos supplied by her incestuous brothers. Cindy was the most attractive of the trio and her startling good looks were handicapped by her genetic shyness that led her to avoid all contact with the opposite sex.

Then, there was Angelique.

Angelique was a strident “Tomboy” with low tolerance for any males infringing on her territory. She tended to view the remainder of the troop as her personal harem and often touched them inappropriately and gave them breath-stealing hugs when they least expected it. Most of the girls didn’t mind Angelique’s aggressiveness because she was very overt about it and didn’t hide the fact that she was far more attracted to girls than to boys.

The last two members were, of course, Bettina and Veronica. If you read the first story of this series, you should be well-acquainted with their backgrounds. They represented the “nice girl” blonde vs the “naughty girl” brunette yin and yang of time immemorial. 

Now, the 9 girls were swollen to 11 with the addition of the friendly blonde “Marilyn” and the sensuous brunette “Doreen” who tended to keep her face well covered with her long black hair and bangs. Both of the new additions seemed to overdo the makeup and lipstick but they were nicely dressed and polite.

The troop mother was Mrs. Shumansky, a widow in her early 40s who often regretted the fact that she never had any children especially a daughter of her own to spoil and dote on.

Since they only had the 3 tents, it was necessary to sleep 4 to each tent. This worked out perfect for Archie, Bettina, Veronica and Jerry because they would be away from prying eyes. Their perfect plan fell to pieces when Mrs. Shumansky assigned tent #1 to Marilyn (Archie), Veronica, and the Johnson twins. Tent #2 was assigned to the ABCs and the suddenly smiling Angelique. The last tent was assigned to Mrs. Shumansky, Doreen (Jerry), Bettina and 16 year old Petula.

TENT #1…..The Johnson twins were pretty well behaved right up until the time that Rachael with the sexy ponytail happened to get a glimpse of Archie’s rampant cock resting right on Veronica’s backside. She poked her pigtailed sister Ruth right on her nipple and whispered,

“That Marilyn is not a girl. She, I mean, he is a guy with the biggest cock I have ever seen.”

Ruth, who was well-known to be ever vigilant for finding a likely cock to play with, looked over and saw the alleged “Marilyn” spooning a wide-eyed Veronica who had dreamy, far-away look in her eye that said,

“Yes, it is all the way in and I love it!”

The two sisters inched their way next to the copulating couple and investigated the action with inquisitive fingers.  Poor Archie was so frenzied in his stretching of Veronica’s pretty pussy that he was only spurred on by the touch of strange hands on his equipment.

Ponytail Rachael slipped up behind Veronica and started to explore her hot little pucker hole with one hand and flicked her nipple with the other.  The hot-blooded Veronica was not in the least put-off by the sampling of her private goodies and hastened to push the pretty Rachael’s head down to her boob for some spirited suckling.

The more experienced Ruth brought her head down to Archie’s knickers covered backside and pushed them aside just before inserting her pointed wet tongue into his spread open crack and licked his throbbing prostate with her happy tongue causing him to shoot his pressurized load deep into Veronica’s waiting vagina.

They all huddled together to ward off the cold night air and a short time later started a new erotic camping adventure that began with Archie visiting three willing pucker holes in an enthusiastic rotation of bottom pounding.  When Archie slowed down, the girls kept their pussies hot with fingers, tongues and even a dildo that Rachael pulled out of her ditty bag.

TENT #2…..The ABCs were all dressed in identical “Hello Kitty” pajamas with a special feature of a snap flap to allow them to take care of essential calls of nature. Alice and Brittany had already removed their flaps and were engaging in a discreet 69 inside one of the large sleeping bags. The sounds of their slurping and groaning brought a smile to Cindy’s beautiful face. She was writing a new chapter of her diary when Angelique pulled her onto her lap and kissed her on her protesting lips. Soon, the protests died down and Cindy fell back onto her sleeping bag and allowed Angelique to mount her just like one of the horny senior boys back at school.

Angelique’s greater strength permitted her to remove Cindy’s bottom flap with little effort. Her strong fingers were soon exploring the depths of Cindy’s pulsating pussy and even ventured up into her pucker hole with frenzied abandon. The sounds of the other two girls licking and sucking non-stop induced Cindy to surrender her secret passages with little or no resistance. Soon she was shaking and shuddering in a deeply felt orgasm that made the other girls pop their heads out of the sleeping bag to watch her sublime acceptance of pleasure.

TENT #3…..Mrs. Shumansky told Doreen (Jerry) and Bettina to get undressed and get into bed right away because she wanted to talk to Petula. Jerry left his bra and knickers on under the baby-doll pajamas that Veronica had lent him and spooned the quivering Bettina inside the sleeping bag. Jerry’s cock pushed the silky French knickers to the side and he rubbed his tool all over Bettina’s soft tight ass.  She pushed back against him wanting his cock up her pucker hole more than anything else in the world.

Mrs. Shumansky watched the gyrations inside the sleeping bag and smiled thinking how cute the two girls were and what a nice couple they made. She wrapped her arms around the shivering Petula and told her,

“Come here, dear, mama is going to massage your back and brush your hair for bed.”

 Petula pulled her night dress up over her head knowing that Mrs. Shumansky liked her naked when she massaged her and got her ready for bed.

Soon, the sounds of Petula’s whimpers of sheer delight caused Jerry and Bettina to shine a small flashlight on the pair and they could see Mrs. Shumansky covering Petula’s naked body and stroking between her nicely spread legs with slow moving hands.

Jerry put his finger to his lips and moved behind Mrs. Shumansky softly rubbing his hard cock on her upraised bum. She reached behind her with one hand and guided his long shaft right down to the back end of her pussy slit and pushed him inside her with a determined grunt. Obviously, she was not unfamiliar with the proper use of a cock and didn’t pause to question the introduction of one inside the small tent.  He pumped her plump bottom with a studied slowness that matched her exploration of Petula’s pretty pussy. Bettina felt a little left out so she just lowered her head to Jerry’s swinging ball sacs and licked them with enthusiasm that surprised even her. Every now and then, her nose pushed into his tight little pucker hole and she inhaled his male scent making her more frenzied in her investigation of his churning load status.

Before the morning sun came up over the lake, the twelve tent occupants had discovered numerous combinations of interesting positions and activities that gave them all, with the possible exception of the experienced Mrs. Shumansky, greater insight into erotic pleasures.

She told them all that they had been model girl scouts in their first night camping and that there would be new tent assignments for the second night as soon as they returned from their canoe trip on the smooth and placid lake.

Both Archie and Jerry were happy they had decided to be girl scouts and go on the camping trip with Bettina and Veronica. In fact, Jerry was seriously thinking about wearing silk knickers from that point forward.

Mrs. Shumansky was certain either Archie or Jerry would be in her tent as a well-deserved perk for her volunteer efforts.