Britslut’s
Slutty Stories
Strangers
© Copyright britslut 2006. No re-use allowed without permission.
With thanks to Julie for the inspiration and background
My husband took me for a walk in the woods. The dappled sunlight filtered through the tress as we turned off onto a little-used path. He checked his watch. I was tense with excitement. Sure enough, the two men were waiting near a dense stand of trees. I was relieved to see that they were both good-looking and clean.
My husband introduced me and stood back. The two strangers - I will call them Alec and Bob as I have forgotten their real names - reached out their hands hesitantly and began to touch me. I started to breathe again as they caressed my body, tentatively at first and then more boldly. Their warm hands roamed over my lightly-clad arms and bust, moving down to my hips and bottom and then to my bare legs. I writhed slowly, unable to disguise the pleasure I was feeling, noting that my panties were growing damp.
After a nod of reassurance from my husband, Alec started to unbutton my blouse, with maddening slowness. They murmured their appreciation as my pale shoulders and white lacy bra were revealed. The blouse was fully opened and slipped off my shoulders, and the guys stroked my smooth warm flesh and the taut material of my bra. My nipples, already erect, were distending the cups.
My husband reached around me from behind and undid the front clasp of the bra - we had chosen that type deliberately. It fell away from my full breasts and he cupped them in his hands, offering them to the two men. My nipples swelled even more at the sudden release. Fingers caressed the hot skin and teased the big puckered aureoles. They bent and kissed a nipple, one each, and I gasped with the sudden pleasure. My husband was holding my breasts firmly, pushing them forward, squeezing blood into the swollen nipples.
The guys sucked and nibbled at the hard nubs with a will, and I felt a rush of juice in my pussy. I arched my back to thrust the aching teats into their mouths. Finally they were sated and stood up to admire my big swollen red-brown nips. It was time to proceed. They undid the buttons down the front of my skirt (another piece chosen for ease of removal) and it fell away. Now I stood only in tiny white panties tied with bows at the side. I knew that the wet patch in my crotch would be clearly visible to them.
They knelt and ran their hands up my thighs, Bob reaching round to palpate my buttocks and slip his fingers under the edge of my panties, seeking out my cleft. Alec stroked the moist front of my panties, tightly stretched over my pubic mound. They pulled gently at the bows, releasing the scanty garment. It hung between my legs, held up by a wet fold which was caught between my labia. I had shaved that very morning and my pubes were silky smooth and naked.
Bob freed the panties and held them to his face, savouring the odour of my arousal. My husband reached around from the back again and gently parted my puffy labia with his fingertips. Alec knelt and touched the tip of his tongue to my slit. I trembled with excitement. I was naked in a public place, a stranger was about to lick my pussy and I knew that a big orgasm was inevitable. Life didn’t get much better than this.
Alec was an expert cunnilinguist. While Bob divided his attention between sucking on my nipples and worming his finger into my anus (which I had lubricated in readiness), Alec used his tongue on my labia and vaginal walls and clitoris to bring me up slowly to the edge of orgasm. I could feel my juices and his saliva trickling down my thighs. My breathing was ragged and my knees trembled - my husband had to hold me upright as the climax swept over me. My cries of ecstasy echoed through the wood like bird calls.
When I had stopped pulsing inside, Alec stood up, his face wet, a big smile on his face. Bob knelt to take his place. He too was well schooled in the arts of the tongue. I was sensitive there now and this only heightened the sensations of pleasure that coursed through me. My second orgasm was harder than the first, almost an ache, intensified by Alec’s fingers slowly pumping in my anus.
It took me a while to recover and for my breathing to return to normal. It was time for the last act. I squatted down, feeling the cool air on my hot vaginal membranes as I gaped open. I unzipped the two guys’ trousers and freed their cocks which were both rigid with excitement. I lubricated my hands by wiping them across my pussy and closed my fists around the twin columns, trying to sense how close they were to erupting.
I took first one and then the other into my hot mouth, looking up at them to watch the expressions of bliss. My wet lips slid down the shafts until the back of my throat was blocked. I alternated carefully, giving each man equal time, and giving their urge to spurt time to subside slightly. Slowly but surely I stoked up the pressure in their balls. The thought of those four reservoirs of semen, ready to burst forth onto me, made my juices flow copiously.
Alec and Bob did not seem to mind it when I took both of them into my mouth at the same time - some men dislike having their cock up against another man’s. My mouth stretches enough to take two goodly-sized organs at once, although of course I can’t get them that far in. I could tell that they were having trouble staving off their climaxes, so I prepared myself for the big finish. I took their rigid shafts in my fists and wanked them fast. Both men grunted powerfully and their spunk erupted almost simultaneously. Warm jets splashed onto my face and neck and dripped off onto my breasts. I was gratified to find that both guys produced a goodly quantity of the stuff, rather than just one thick gob. As the spurts continued to rain onto my skin, I am sure that another mild orgasm rippled through me ...
I stood up on shaky knees. The cum still trickled down my face and breasts. I thanked the men for their attentions and my husband helped me dress - just the blouse and skirt, no need for underwear. He wiped most of the semen from my face using my panties; there were wet patches on the blouse where it touched me. Alec and Bob made their farewells and walked off, and my husband and I went in the opposite direction. He of course had not cum, but we would remedy that when we got home and talked over the encounter.
last modified 22 September 2006