The Traveller

Last week’s Wicked Wednesday Prompt was “Hitchhiking” I started writing this post about a friend we had encountered but life got in the way a little.

In yachting circles it is called “taking on crew”. Sometimes the crew are looking for experience aboard a yacht because they want to own their own boat. Sometimes the crew have the finance and life situation to make this happen. For these people crewing is a step on the journey they have already begun. A way to get experience and some free training. Some people don’t have finances and the idea of owning a boat is more of a dream. For them being part of a crew is like touching the dream and somehow keeping it alive. For some people they want to travel from point A to point B but they have time and they are taking the opportunity to have an adventure along the way. 

From the outside life on a yacht can seem romantic and luxurious. The reality can be quite different. Broken toilets, close living quarters, seasickness, bad weather and nowhere to escape when someone is getting on your nerves. Most yachties are men. This can make it hard for solo women who want to join the adventure. Being aboard a small space with no escape and being effectively trapped with a man can be hazardous. Especially if he is interested in more than someone to help him operate his yacht and share the cooking duties. Yachting forums and social media groups are awash with cautionary tales about women getting caught in these situations. To make it worse some of the posts from single men looking for “female only crew” are a bit ambiguous but a bit of a closer inspection makes things seem doubtful that once they have trapped their prey they are going to respect her wishes. As always it seems men take every opportunity to be a dick and try to force their desires on any woman they choose. 

For myself and Mr Jones extra crew members can have a dual purpose if they wish. We advertised on a swingers site. We were pretty transparent and we only chose people who were up for the task. But once on board the choice was theirs. We have enjoyed some very sexy times with multiple people since we purchased our yacht. The one that springs to mind first is The Second Mate. Our time with him was intense and for me satisfying. He pushed my sexual boundaries and opened my eyes to the idea that I can be more picky and in fact should be. As a sailor he was OK. Willing but not a natural. He was one of the ones that planned to own his own boat but finances did not quite meet with desire. 

Recently we met The Traveller. Whilst we are no longer travelling long distances ourselves he wanted to get experience on a yacht because, like The Second Mate, he planned to purchase his own yacht and travel. He was keen to learn about sailing and combine the experience with another activity, passion. We met at a swinger’s weekend. On our first encounter he bent me over a chair and fucked me in front of my husband and any other people who cared to watch. It was a cracking start. A promise of things to come. When we packed up and went back to reality after the weekend we exchanged numbers with plans to meet in the future. 

A few weeks later the second meeting happened. We spent a couple of nights on the water. As with our first encounter things worked. Everyone walked away satisfied. Over the course of a couple of days and memorable evenings we explored each other, learned about fantasies and pleasure spots. Words that spring to mind are lusty, willing, capable and very, very sexy. We parted, unsure of when or if we would meet again. He has a nomadic existence and does not frequent my part of the country much. 

But the planets aligned. He came on board at a jetty on an island in Moreton Bay. It was a sunny morning and Mr Jones and I were enjoying a few days remembering boat life. From the first hello there was the connection. Caressing each other as we walked past, little comments and innuendoes, quick glances that relayed promises of what was to come. We moved away from the jetty and found somewhere a little more private. It was school holiday time so there were quite a few people around. After we anchored The Traveller and myself took the opportunity to sun ourselves on the front deck. Despite the other boats in the vicinity I took off my top and sunned myself allowing the sun to kiss my bare skin. Before long our hands were on each other’s bodies and I was encouraging him to free his growing cock. Fishermen anchored close by were treated to a show of me gorging myself on his cock. All of our flirting and suggestion had taken its toll. 

“I need to fuck you.” He told me urgently. “I can’t hold back my load any longer.”

The fishermen were about to be disappointed. We retired to the cabin to be joined by Mr Jones. In line with an earlier request Mr Jones wanted to watch me be fucked closely. His request was to lie underneath while I was being fucked from behind. I kneeled with my pussy close to his face and The Traveller rested his cock against my opening, teasing us both. I was unprepared for the feeling of him sliding into me. In the weeks since we had last been together I had forgotten but he reminded me but sliding in slowly as if he wanted to remember every part of it. His hands gripped my hips and he fucked me slowly, sliding his cock almost all the way out as Mr Jones licked me. The connection we had was re-established. He fucked until he could no longer hold back sliding out to blow his load over the outside of my pussy. I listened intently, taking in his breathing, the slight groan of pleasure as my husband licked his cum from me. 

I flipped myself around so that I could impale myself on my husband. His cock was rock hard. As I leaned down to kiss him I could taste The Traveller’s cum on his lips. I smiled knowing how much he had waited for this moment. This was almost his ultimate fantasy. I could tell as I rode him that he was close to adding his own load of cum to me. The thrill of being part of this much excitement was like a drug. I could never get enough of this. His climax came quickly. A little too fast for me but it didn’t matter. I knew that this was just the entree. I had two more days with both of them. There would be many more times. 

I wasn’t disappointed. 

TMI Tuesday – The Very Late Edition

A little while ago I had this inspiration to write SOMETHING every day. As I typed the words telling you all about this idea I knew it would fail. And it did. But like a habit that I just can’t kick here I am again.

Photo by Kirill Balobanov on Unsplash

1. Select a kink. You’re a first-time visitor to a dungeon, and you are ‘center stage’ because a sizeable crowd has gathered to watch you:
a. Writhing from bare-hand spanking
b. Restrained on an X-cross receiving a whipping
c. Dangling in air wrapped in an ornate web of rope
d. Naked on a floor mat with 3 people pleasuring you

Staying true to form I am going with d. Probably done a version of that before. Actually the three people but not with a crowd watching although that does sound awfully fun. Dangling in the air with three people pleasuring. Now that sounds like something to add to the bucket list!

2. If you selected #4 in the last question, tell us how you are pleasured?

Person A would have his face buried in my cunt. Person B would have his cock in my throat and Person C would be holding me and tantalising my nipples. Perhaps with some nibbling and a little pinching.

3. Bind, blind, tease. Write a 50-word story and include those 3 words.

Ropes on my wrists, holding me against the mattress. Fabric on my face obscuring my view. The feeling of your fingers stroking me causing me to arch against the mattress. Your lips nibble my breast as your fingers slide downwards. I moan as your fingers slide inside me. I feel your breath on my face but I cannot feel your body. My senses search for you, but I am restrained. My need is like an ache.

“Please”

4. Sex Doll play: The ‘doll’ is the human version of an inflatable sex doll.
The ‘doll’ must lie completely still on a bed and let their partner have at it. The partner is free to control the doll’s body and movements, and do what they please. Which will you be–the doll or the doll-master? Why?

Another item for the fucket list! A longer standing fantasy is to find a strong capable man to act out the sex doll fantasy with. Of course I am the doll. To be played by a person with skill and confidence…

Wet

At first there is a gentle touch

My skin responds

Gooseflesh raising the hairs on my arms

Your breath is warm on my neck

You give a gentle nibble

Strong fingers penetrate me

You bend me over the stairs and pull down my panties

There is no waiting just penetration

The thrill of feeling you inside me never gets old

Fucking me slowly

Hands gripping my hips

Fucking me faster, harder

Until you release

It is satisfying

But I want more

Table

For Boobday on Friday I posted an image of a table I had been restoring. As I was working on this project a germ of a story was planted.

“Look at this!” Shelli exclaimed as she pulled the drop sheet away from the table sitting in the back of the shed. Dust billowed into the air making Pete sneeze as he came to investigate her find. Even in the dim light of the dusty shed the table seemed to dominate. Pete ran his fingers over the wood admiring the solid construction. 

“You don’t see furniture like this anywhere these days.”  

The wood was dark with age and grime from years of use. Years of being part of the family that lived here before the farm was abandoned after a long drought. Like everything here, the table held stories of better days and dreams for a future that never eventuated. 

“This will look amazing in the dining room,” Shelli’s enthusiasm was infectious.

“I agree, let’s get it outside.” 

Together they lugged the surprisingly heavy table out into the sunlight. “Man I didn’t think it would be THAT heavy,” Shelli leaned against the furniture breathing heavily as Pete inspected their find more closely in the daylight.

Despite the dust and grime Pete could see that the timber was unusual.

“I wonder what it is made of,” he mused as he brushed away dust and scratched the surface with his fingernail. A layer of oil mixed with dirt filled his nail but he was unable to make an indent in the timber itself. Close inspection revealed evidence of saw marks indicating that the planks may have been hewn by hand. 

“It is definitely hardwood,” Shelli concurred. 

“I think it is home made.” Pete continued his inspection admiring the solid way the table was constructed. “Whoever made it wanted to make sure it lasted.” 

Over the next few weeks the table became one of the many projects Pete and Shelli tackled as they worked to bring order and life into their new home. They knew a little of the sad story. The farm was owned by an older lifelong farmer who had inherited the property from his own father. He had lost his wife to cancer and continued to live and work in the only place he had ever known until a tragic accident had taken his life. His adult children could not agree about how to continue running the farm or how to arrange finances. In the end a long drought had decreased the value so much that the family had been unable to sell and had simply walked away. They had stripped the house of anything of value and piled unwanted furniture into the shed. Everything else was left where it stood. Fencing wire and old machinery rusted in the paddock. 

As she scrubbed and sanded the table Shelli reflected on the history of the table. She imagined the original owner constructing the table specifically for the dining room of their newly built house. Her mind wandered to meals shared by the farmer and his wife after long hard days of work. Of stories told and games played with children who followed. Of Christmas dinners shared and birthdays celebrated. How this table saw the children grow up and perhaps even bring their own children to sit at the table to be part of family celebrations. Deep inside she wanted to honour the family by following this tradition. To make the table the centre of her own family and her and Pete’s dreams. 

Eventually the table was finished. The dining room was cleaned and painted. Pete and Shelli lugged it up the steps and through the door. Finally the table was back where it belonged. To mark the occasion Shelli cooked a roast dinner with meat from their own cattle. The first beast they grew. The whole evening was symbolic of a new beginning. New life being breathed into the buildings of the old farm. The air was filled with possibility. 

Pete sat at the head of the table. Perhaps the farmer who had died had sat in that very spot every evening. When the meal was finished Shelli cleared away their plates stacking them neatly to ferry them to the sink for washing. There was no money or spare electricity for dishwashers here. Pete’s hand slid up Shelli’s thigh as she leaned forward to remove the salt and pepper. 

“Someone is frisky tonight,” she smiled back at her husband. 

“How could I not be?” He responded with his own grin. “Fantastic meal, beautiful wife. Who is hot as fuck.” His fingers slid under the elastic of her panties. “And I believe she is as horny as me.”

Shelli leaned further forward to retrieve a teacup, “I swear I have no idea what you are talking about.” Her skirt lifted higher as Pete’s fingers dipped into her wet opening. 

“Really?” He asked as he moved his face close enough to inhale the scent of her.

“Absolutely! Unnff,” She collapsed on the table as his fingers stroked her opening. Her legs spread wider as he pushed his fingers deep inside her, finding the places he knew would make her weak at the knees. Groans of pleasure filled the dining room as she writhed in pleasure, completely at his mercy. Liquid trickled down his fingers sending a jolt straight to his cock. 

Without speaking he stood up from his chair and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free throbbing with desire for his wife. With his tongue touching his lips Pete pulled aside Shelli’s sodden panties. There was a sound of stitches tearing but he didn’t care. All he cared about right now was burying himself deep inside her.

As his cock touched her she backed against him eagerly her desire matched his as he gripped her hips pumping hungrily. From the first thrust he knew he would not be able to last. She was so amazing, her arse was so full and round, slapping against his belly. He could feel the familiar pressure of his seed pressing against the base of his cock, clamouring to fill her. He held as long as he could but it was not long. With a loud groan he pumped his load into her. His strong fingers gripped her hips, she held herself against him eagerly welcoming his jizz. 

His body collapsed over hers, a slight sheen of sweat formed on his back as he revelled in the warmth of her body and the smell of their sex. After a few moments he started to worry about his weight on top of her and he stood up to free her. His cock slid out of her and a dribble of his cum formed on her leg. Shelli squeezed her legs together.

“I don’t want to lose any,” she whispered against the tablecloth.

Pete smiled fondly and caressed the line of her back making her shiver, “Why not?”

“I want to grow more than just cows.” She looked at him with a sly look on her face, “This table is too big for just two people.” 

By the Ocean

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Take one man. Slightly salty with a sense of humour, Add a woman with a dirty mind. Find a quiet space near a beach perhaps with a park bench. 

The man puts his hand on her thigh and looks into her eyes. She opens her legs and the sea breeze tantalises her just a little. 

Their faces are close, she can hear his breathing but he refrains from kissing her. Instead he slips his hand higher so that his fingers graze her naked pussy. Now it is her turn to breathe heavily. 

Her hand slides down into his pants. Fingers wrap around the velvet skin of his engorged cock. She moves her hand gently up and down the shaft. His fingers delved deeper opening up the silky wetness of her cunt. 

He moves between her legs and unzips his pants. With his other hand he pulls her closer. The sun shines down but no one else is there on the beach to enjoy it. 

Then they are fucking. Him sitting on the bench with her on his lap. His hands grip the globes of her arse as she moves up and down on his shaft. They are wild and free in nature. 

When they are done, she sits on the bench. Her dress is pulled down over he knees. He stands and zips his pants before kissing her goodbye and walking away. She leans back on the bench basking in the sun and the memory of him. 

Somewhere, hidden by the bushes her husband is watching. His cock too is engorged. He steps out of the bushes and stands in front of his wife. She looks up at him. Her eyes glisten with desire.  She is not satisfied. 

He pulls her up and bends her forwards over the bench. Her dress is hiked up allowing him access to her deep wet cunt. His fingers grip her hips as he fucks her. She responds, arching her back revelling in the feel of being filled by him. Together their desire builds but at the last minute he pulls out of her. 

She stands, legs splayed, panting, aching for him. 

“Don’t turn around,” his instructions are firm. 

She waits, listening to the sound of the water lapping. Feeling the breeze on her bare arse, grazing her tender cunt. Then there is another pair of hands stroking her, fingers dipping into her opening.

Her husband stands in the bushes, watching.

Friday Flashback: Bunnings

I know it is Saturday for many people but it was Friday when I started editing this.

Meeting a potential playmate for the first time is always a bit awkward. But it is part of this lifestyle. The internet has changed many things but those first awkward moments will be part of human contact forever. He was on time. That was a plus. He was taller than me, which was also a huge plus. We recognised each other and he made his way over to the table where I was sitting. With these meetings the first questions that spring to mind are things like; “Does he still want to fuck me?” Or “Do I still want to fuck him?”. But what you usually say are things like; “How was your weekend?” or “How has work been this week?”

Somehow we got around to the sex talk. By this time the café was full. The tables were pretty close together and I am sure that the people at the next table could have easily eavesdropped on our conversation if they chose to. We talked about everything from cock size to dogging. At one point in the conversation he pushed his chair back from the table a little and I could see into his lap. It wasn’t really obvious but I could see his erection through his slacks. I didn’t try to hide that I was looking at him. The fact that he was so turned on just made me even more turned on. 

When I had discussed this meeting with my husband I had stated that there would be no sex. It was just platonic coffee and if we were both interested sex would follow at a later date. To re-enforce this decision my body chose this morning to be the first day of my period.  There was definitely no chance of spontaneously deciding to change the agenda.

As we finished our coffees the naughty chat had twisted our minds. I felt a strong need for some kind of sexual interaction to seal the deal. I looked around the cafe precinct. In broad daylight there were no corners to hide in unless…

He came back from paying the bill. 

“Where are you parked?” I asked.

“Out the front.” He replied. “Why?”

“Nothing,” I replied, still turning my idea over in my mind

“Where did you park?” He asked. I could see he was a little intrigued. 

“In the car park near Bunnings.” I didn’t want to look at him, especially not his pants. I didn’t want to think about the cock in there. 

“What are you thinking?” A smirk played around the corners of his mouth. He knew I was not thinking about the chores that waited for me at home.

“Just stuff,” I replied. “Like how many people would be out in the car park.”

He held out his hand towards me. “Let’s go and find out then shall we.” 

We made our way out to the car park. There were a few people around but they were caught up in their own things and were not worried about a woman sitting on the bonnet of her car talking to a man. I was nervous and excited, and horny. So frigging horny. For about the millionth time that day I cursed Eve and the red visitor. We sit like that for another few moments. Both of us are nervous and hesitant. Then I turn to him and say,

“Well, let’s see it then.” 

He is hard. I didn’t waste time. I just wanted to suck him right down the back of my throat. The feeling of him in my mouth was incredible. I was so turned on by the situation that I was almost orgasming just from sucking this guy’s cock. It was a hot day and there was no shade but I really didn’t care. All I care about is sucking this guy as deep as I can. The skin of his cock is so smooth against my lips. It slips in and out of my mouth easily. Between my moans of pleasure I hear him whispering to me how good it feels to have my mouth on his cock. My cunt aches to feel his hand on her. He tells me how he wants to feel me and put his fingers inside me. I want that too but I stop him from touching me. Sweat is pouring out of my forehead and running down my face but I really don’t care. I taste a drop of pre-cum and a spasm goes through me. I cannot wait to taste him. 

Finally I come up for a little air. I hold his cock in my hand; it is slippery and wet from my mouth. Even though he has barely touched me I am wound up with such pleasure it is incredible. He reached down and flicked my nipple through the fabric of my dress. I was not wearing a bra and I twinged in pleasure at his touch. I wished I could take him home so that he could undress me and worship my nipple properly. 

“If you keep sucking me like that I am going to cum in your mouth,” he said softly.

“That is OK.” I reply. “I like that.”

He seemed surprised, “Really? You are OK with that?” 

“Definitely,” I reassure him. If only he knew how much I was craving the taste of him.I lean down and take his cock into my mouth. 

“You do that so well, I love the feel of you sucking my cock.” He murmured to me. “Are you sure you want my cum in your mouth?”

My mouth is a little full but I nod and moan “Uh huh” over his dick.

His hands are resting on my back, I taste a little jet of pre cum in my mouth. “I am so close now.” 

The first small jet of cum shoots over my tongue before he says “I am gonna cum,” I keep sucking, holding his cum in my mouth. I don’t want to swallow it yet. I feel his cock throbbing as his climax takes over his body. There is so much cum. I kind of wish he was spraying it over my body. 

When he finishes I let his cock slip gently from my mouth. I reach for my handbag and take out my phone so that I can take a picture to send to my husband. This image and the sharing of my adventure will be like living the morning all over again. 

As we said our goodbyes he commented to me “I will never be able to drive past Bunnings without a smile on my face again.”

Forbidden

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There is something about fucking another man’s wife. She belongs to him. She wears his ring. When my mouth is on her cunt she moans as my tongue strokes her pussy. When I penetrate her with my cock she wraps her legs around me, squeezing me as she orgasms.  She is responding to me. I am the source of her pleasure. Even then there is always a layer of her that belongs to him.

As we are fucking he watches us. At first he sits outside the door watching. The sound of her pleasure fills the room. Every thing about her is wild and she has given in to the pleasure she feels. As he watches us his cock stiffens and he strokes his shaft as he watches his own personal porno. He is only focussed on her. And a part of her mind will be aware of him, his movements and his mood. Even while I fuck her and she squirts her juices over my cock. 

I had never experienced a woman like her. She orgasmed at my touch so many times. She vocalised her pleasure in so many different ways. She touched me in front of others, teasing my cock until it was rock hard. And then walked away to speak with someone else, as if there was nothing between us. I don’t know what the people at that party thought when the three of us went back to our own yacht, to our own private party. I just knew that where I was going was going to blow my mind in ways that most people would never understand. 

I took her away to my room and undressed her. Somewhere outside her husband was doing his thing. As we kissed and touched we both knew he was aware of us, she was aware of him. I was slowly drowning in my desire for her. I stroked her pussy, opening her legs and moving between her knees. I craved the taste of her. I wanted to extract that jet of juice that she struggled to contain. Knowing how much she was trying to hold back made the taste of her juice so much sweeter.

“I want to feel you,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to be naked inside you.”

“That isn’t part of the deal.” She responded in between gasps. 

“Please,” I was desperate. 

“It isn’t my decision,”

I lay on top of her, pressing my body against hers. Her legs opened to welcome me. She wrapped her legs around my hips so that her wet hungry cunt was against my cock. A wicked grin played around the corners of her mouth as she reached down and stroked herself with my cock.  Little spasms of pleasure told me how much she was enjoying using my cock in this way.

“You want to be inside me?” she asked as she played the head of my cock over her pussy.

“Yes,” I struggled to contain myself

“You want to slip inside me?” She pushed the head of my cock into the opening of her cunt. “Like this?” 

It took all the control I had not to ram my cock deep inside her. I ached to immerse myself in the silky warmth of her. She had complete control over me. But I wasn’t so far gone that I didn’t notice the slight change in her demeanour that told me her husband was in the room. I looked over my shoulder to see him sitting at the end of the bed. 

“I want to see your cum on her pussy,”

It was as if he had read my thoughts. Despite the forbidden nature of this encounter. What most people knew as “normal” I didn’t feel intimidated. 

“You want me to fuck her naked?” His consent was important. To her. To me. To all of us. 

He shrugged, “Don’t you?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. My attention went back to her. The man watching intently faded into the background. My whole focus was on her. She smiled that wicked smile. Her hand was still holding me. Teasing the head of my cock against her opening. Her legs opened inviting me deeper and she released me. I slid myself into her. I resisted the urge to rush. I wanted to feel every millimetre of her. I was surprised at the way she responded. I didn’t think it was possible but she responded even more intensely. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened as she groaned in pleasure. 

I felt as if every hair on my body was tingling with pleasure as her hips bucked upwards towards me, urging me to fuck her. I didn’t need any more invitation. Our eyes locked together as I fucked her hot wet pussy. Her juice squirted over my belly and soaked the bed underneath us but neither of us cared. Nothing mattered except the feeling of skin on skin and the man watching. 

The familiar pleasure began to build at the base of my shaft. Deep strong heat building up as I pumped into her. I knew it wouldn’t be long. Somehow she knew.

“Put your cum on me,” she whispered in encouragement. 

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I pulled out of her just as thick white jizz spurted over her swollen pussy. My body tensed as a second wave of pleasure shuddered through me and a second jet covered her. I was spent and rested against her for a few seconds as the other man touched her, smearing my jizz over her cunt. 

I moved away and he took my place. Reclaiming his territory fucking her hard until he left his own seed deep inside her. 

Wishing

This week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt was a penny for your thoughts. I have had this thought twisting around in my head for a while.

Your face between my legs

Hands on my hips

Lips on my lips

Your tongue slips into my slit 

Stroking my swelling clit

My fingers twist into your hair

Pressing your face into me

My legs open 

Inviting you in to devour me

Fuck Me Now!

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“I want to fuck you right here, right now.” His cock was hard on her arse. His words were a secret whispered in her ear amongst the music and the chatter of drunken people all around them. His hands cupped her breasts under her shirt teasing her nipples. 

Hot breath escaped from her lips and she spread her feet, bracing against the back of the chair as his fingers slid downwards into her slit. One arm held her firmly as the other hand teased her hardening clit. His beard tickled against her cheek as his breathing sounded in her ear. His finger slid down further, seeking her opening. The sounds of the party around them seemed to fade into the background. All that mattered was him, exploring and the urgency building. 

There was a ripping sound of velcro being opened and she felt the hot velvety skin of his cock on her butt. Pre-cum smeared over her arse as he moved his cock between her butt cheeks. Like a dog on heat she bent forward and opened herself to him. For the briefest of seconds he paused at her opening before sliding the length of his cock into her hungry wet cunt. 

She wondered who was watching, then he began pumping into her. She realised she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of being fucked over a chair. His fingers worked over her clit and the juice of her arousal began to trickle down the inside of her leg. She could feel the tension building in him as he fucked her harder. The familiar yearning began to build. 

Almost before she knew it he was there on the edge. His breathing changed, the rhythm of his stroke changed slightly and his fingers gripped her more tightly. She arched her back in anticipation she wanted to be filled with all he could give her. 

He did not disappoint. With a long groan he emptied himself into her. She could feel his cock pulsing and relished the shuddering of his body, responding with her own cries of pleasure. He slumped over her back, breathing heavily. She rested her head on her arm and let the warmth flow through her. He pulled away from her slowly, reluctantly, his cock sliding out of her. A trickle of cum wound its way down her leg glistening in the party lights. 

Into the Woods

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f you go down to the woods today

You’re in for a big surprise

The nursery rhyme sprang into Carrie’s mind as she wound through the trees. All around her were sounds of the bush, chattering of birds and buzzing of cicadas

There’s lots of marvellous things to eat

And wonderful games to play

She came upon a small clearing and there he was, sitting quietly on a rug. He was watching the  fairy wrens flitting about. She took a few moments to spy on him, smiling to herself as her eyes travelled over the familiar body. Before long he noticed her and gracefully got to his feet. Standing in the bush completely naked he took her breath away. Immediately she noticed the glint of silver around his cock pushing his balls forward to frame his semi erect member. Quickly she followed his unspoken instruction and shed her clothing, shivering a little as the cool air caressed her skin.

“It is so good to see you.” His voice was soft in her ear as he stepped forward and placed a blindfold around her eyes. Only when the fabric was secure did he take a moment to kiss her hello. She stood still, waiting as he moved away. Then he was back, she could hear his breath and smell his aftershave. He pressed a strawberry against her lips. Opening her mouth she let him feed her the sweet treat. 

Beneath the trees where nobody sees

He led her to the side of the clearing. Her arms were lifted and she felt the coarse rope binding her hands around the trunk of the tree. Bark scratched her naked breasts as he spread her legs. Cool air whispered around her twitching wet cunt. The sound of bird calls seemed to fade into the background as the clamour of her desire rang loud in her mind. 

His body pressed against her back, she could feel his hard cock against her arse and his heavy breathing in her ear. His fingers slid into her slick opening. Unconsciously her knees bent apart inviting him to pleasure her deeply. Her own breathing came harder and faster ending in small moans. She ached to be filled with the hot hard cock that seemed to be throbbing against her arse. 

The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.

“Do you want this cock?” His voice was hot and gruff in her ear

“Yes,” She whispered against the bark of the tree.

“I can’t hear you,” His fingers pressed against her g-spot making her knees buckle.

“YES!” Her voice rang through the clearing.

Watch them, catch them unawares

His body left hers and for long moments there was silence. Emotions tumbled through her mind  Fear that he had left her tied and vulnerable began to creep in.

And then he was back. Except he wasn’t. This man smelled different.

A hot hard cock filled her. Despite herself she groaned in pleasure. 

Who it was no longer mattered.