Fence - Britslut's Slutty Stories

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Fence

I was taking a ramble through the wooded countryside near my home. It was summer and the glades were alive with bees, birds and butterflies. My little binoculars came in useful for spotting the rarer species. I came to a gate into a meadow and rested against it. The heat and smells of nature had made me feel horny and I was wondering whether to lie in the grass, pull down my shorts and rub my clit to a nice leisurely orgasm.

Then I spotted something on the far side of the meadow, a white shape hung over the wooden fence. Binocs revealed it to be a human body, in a loose white garment. My heart began to pound at the thought that I might have discovered a corpse - worse, a murder victim. Nonetheless I walked across the meadow and as I got nearer I could see that the figure was female, naked from the waist down, bent double over the top rail of the fence. Her dark skirt was pushed up to her waist and her white blouse had been pulled over her head and her arms tied to a low rail, effectively pinioning her. But what drew my eyes most of all were her long, well-shaped, naked legs, splayed apart, and the shaven pussy that projected from the junction of her thighs.

The outer lips were pink and swollen, and the inner lips were huge and engorged, browny-pink, wavy and crinkled, sticking out like angel’s wings. Her exposed anus was big and dark. The whole of her thighs and buttocks was streaked with wetness and globules of semen, rivulets of which had trickled down the inside of her legs. Oh my god, I thought, a rape victim.

I coughed involuntarily and to my surprise heard the woman give a low grunt. I climbed over the fence and cut the bonds around her wrists and helped her to stand upright. More shocks were in store - her blouse was torn and her white bra was pulled down to expose two fine, firm breasts with big solid erect nipples. The woman tossed her long brown hair from her face and I saw that she was wearing some sort of gag, like a plastic ball with holes in it. But what struck me most was the twinkle in her eyes.

She pulled the gag off and grinned at me. She looked to be about 40, the same age as me, but her face had a sexier appearance and I could tell she was very aroused.

‘Hi, I’m Naomi,’ she said. ‘I was just waiting for my boyfriend to come back.’

I swallowed, partly because I was finding the whole situation surprisingly erotic, especially the sight I had had of the woman’s pussy dripping semen.

‘I see,’ I said, not sure that I did.

‘We like to do this - he ties me up and then fucks me senseless, out in the open. It’s a fantastic turn-on.’

‘Umm.’

‘Don’t pretend you aren’t turned on by it. Your nipples are sticking out like horns.’

‘Where is he?’ I said, trying to change the subject.

‘Oh, just gone off for a rest. He’ll be back sometime. I’d better get back in position. Unless ... you fancy taking my place, that is.’ She gave me a sly smile. ‘To tell the truth, I’m a bit sore. You’re about the same size as me, he won’t notice from the back. Come on, you’ll get a seeing-to you won’t forget in a hurry.’

I hesitated. Part of me recoiled at the idea, but another part - the horny part - was saying that it was high time I had a good seeing-to.

‘OK, I’m game.’ I said before I could think about it too much. ‘But you’ll have to stick around for safety.’

‘Of course. Here, we’d better change clothes.’ She stripped off her skirt, blouse and bra, standing naked and unashamed in front of me. Her bare pussy was nearly as prominent from the front. I shucked off my shorts, panties and T-shirt (I wasn’t wearing a bra), pleased that my body was almost as well-toned as hers. I donned her skirt and ripped blouse and clambered over the fence again, hiking the skirt to my waist. Naomi pulled the blouse over my head and got me to bend double. I could feel the air cool on my moist pussy as she tied my wrists to the fence. It was not uncomfortable, initially.

‘I’ll hide in the bushes,’ she whispered, while I wondered whether the boyfriend would notice that my pussy, swollen with excitement as it was, was not so bare and florid as hers, or that my thighs and arse were unsullied.

After ten minutes in that position I was starting to fidget. I called out softly to Naomi but there was no answer. Then I heard a man’s voice from behind me, chuckling. Hands rested on my arse and a fat, solid cockhead pushed its way between my labia. Did he notice that I was not as semen-filled as his girlfriend? If so, it didn’t matter. He gripped my hips and pistoned into me, plumbing my depths repeatedly with his long erection. I couldn’t help grunting but didn’t want to do anything that might alert him to the fact that I wasn’t gagged.

In that position he was rubbing against my G-spot and before too long I felt an orgasm rising in me. I mewled and moaned as it washed through me, feeling my muscles clamping down on his hard shaft. God, it was a good one! I produce a lot of juice during climax and I could feel it starting to run down my thighs. The bloke gathered some of it up on his hand and massaged it into my anus. Oh my God, I thought, he’s going for the double! Would I be able to take it?

The answer was that I had no choice. He withdrew from my puss and pressed his cock against my anal ring, I relaxed as much as I could and he slid into me without too much discomfort. He fucked my arse with the same vigour as he had my pussy, reaching round to frig my clit so that I started on another orgasm. In the middle of this I suddenly heard a voice - a man’s voice - no two, three! In my extremis I couldn’t tell what they were saying, and then boyfriend went rigid and unloaded his spunk deep in my arse.

When he was empty he withdrew and let me gape. I felt the warm spunk trickling out and running down over my pussy lips and then on down my thighs. The male voices behind me murmured with appreciation. Oh no, I thought, I’m in for a session here!

I was. One by one they fucked me deeply and lengthily, transferring to my arse when my pussy became too sloppy for them. One by one they emptied their balls into my rectum and let it all trickle out again. I don’t know how many of them there were, because I think that they all came round for a second and even a third go. I lost count after a while ...

Finally they disappeared (I assumed) and left me to drip. My pussy and arse were on fire and my legs ached. I called to Naomi but the meadow and woods were silent. After a while I discovered that she had not tied the ropes very tightly and I was able to work them loose. I stood up stiffly and looked around. My clothes and binoculars were in a neat pile a few feet away; apart from that, nothing.

I cleaned myself up as best I could with the blouse, then decided that I would rather keep the skirt on as shorts and panties would chafe my tender regions. In any case, my anus was still leaking spunk as I moved around. I hobbled back home and sat in the bath, alternately furious and amused at my adventure.

Later, I discovered some Polaroid photos in the binocular case - me from the back, legs akimbo, pussy and arse gaping, semen dripping everywhere. I put them in my secret album, to fantasise over later.

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