Sex in the park

I’m always getting asked the same questions. What’s the biggest you ever had, what’s the most you ever had, what’s the youngest, the oldest, the most cum the most oh, whatever…

I’m not complaining, just saying. Now, I’ve talked a lot about size and the big ones before, and about lots of cum, and about having guys in bunches, but not about the age thing, and certainly not about the youngest.

Obviously I had some young ones when I was young, and as you know, I’ve had a few young ones since I’ve been older, but as a rule I don’t like virgins, or learners. I like a man to be a man, and I like him to know what he’s about.

But there’s no such thing as an unbreakable rule, especially when it comes to matters that are ruled by your knickers, not your brain. Oh, yes, girls get that as well, and sometimes our behaviour is entirely created by hormones and a pair of wet pants.

And as i have already told you on here, one of the best shags I ever had in my life was a 19 year-old we found on Yahoo when I was 38. He told us he was 21, looked it in his picture and in fact looked older when we met, and then told me the truth once he’d got it safely in and knew I wasn’t going to change my mind, and then fucked me silly for about 4 hours which was a surprise and a great, fantastic fuck.

But the actual youngest was a good few years further back, and another one of those accidental shags, where you go out to do one thing and end up having sex unexpectedly, okay, perhaps not accidentally, because if you pull your pants down so a lad can fuck you it’s hardly an accident really, is it.

Which is pretty much what happened. I was 24 at the time, maybe 25, between jobs and between boyfriends, and so I went out for a weekday sunbathe in the park up the road from where I lived.

It was a Monday morning, high summer, and heat always keeps me at a higher level than winter cold, if you see what I mean. So I woke up at a normal go-to-work time but I didn’t have to go, and because I didn’t have a boyfriend there was no-one around either, so I lay in bed, had a play, quite nice, but not enough to make me fully relaxed, if you know what I mean, and so I had a little vibrator moment (well quite a big one actually – I used to call it Big John). He sorted the problem for the time being, but I knew I’d need to make proper arrangements later, which isn’t always easy on a Monday night, but there’s always someone you know out and about.

Anyway, after that I still had nothing to do, but the weather was good so I went to the park for a read of my book and a nice sunbathe. It’s a big park, with paths through the trees round the edge, and a huge grassy area in the middle, and I found a nice spot on the grass, spread the towel, took off my jeans and t shirt, and lay down for some sun wearing just the little yellow bikini I’d cleverly put on underneath.

This is nineties fashion we’re talking about, a time when kickers and swimwear had a high-cut leg and swoopy scalloped front. I’ve always liked that shape, partly because it’s very feminine and mostly because it makes my legs look longer. If you’re interested in that sort of thing, it also makes the bump of my pussy stand out a bit more.

It’s especially good if your knickers or bikini are made from stretchy lycra like mine all were, and of course it’s very clingy between the legs as well, and shows off a shaved pussy in quite explicit detail as long as it’s a light colour. I know it’s a good view because I used to lie on my bed and check in the mirror. In fact (another little confession while we’re being honest as usual) I used to use a stitch-picker to unpick the seams round the crutch and pull the padding out. It’s not usually much, just a single thickness of cotton or something, but getting rid of it definitely makes the view better – especially if the material is wet, like if you just walked out of the sea or the pool, or if it’s knickers, if you’ve just made them wet yourself.

Of course all my going out knickers have been modified like that for years, and wearing a bikini that’s been done the same way always feels naughtier on the beach, especially because hot weather always raises the temperature in my pussy and my pants, and a tiny little dribble can make a white lycra bikini very rude very quickly. And rubbing yourself all over with suntan oil does nothing to lessen the effect – on me or the guys staring as I do the top of my thighs, very slowly and thoroughly, as a rule.

But today the bikini was yellow, and though I oiled carefully, there was no-one watching, just me on my lonesome, feeling quite horny. I had a few glances from morning dog-walkers, but not many, and they were soon gone, leaving me feeling quite alone in this big park.

My book was boring me (not enough sex in it for the mood I was in), and I was losing interest in the whole sunbathing in the park scenario, hot (in every way) but not relaxed or content, and so when a bunch of kids rode past on those stunt bikes they all have the noise was really intrusive and annoying, but they quickly clattered off before I could get properly angry. So I turned over to do my back, which makes it easier to hold a book and thought I’ll give it another half an hour and then go home.

It was the noise that made me notice that one of the cycling lads had ridden back, because his bike was lying on its side making clicking sounds as he pretended to do something with it, but really he was just watching me. I knew he was, because apart from the silent and sneaky approach, he was VERY pleased to see me. In those days 14 was too young for kids to be carrying a gun, so it couldn’t be that. These days I wouldn’t be so sure. How times change, eh.

Anyway, seeing him all stiff and sticking out in his shorts like that made me smile, and although I didn’t try to hide the smile or what caused it, I didn’t mean it as an invitation. It just made me smile seeing him pretending he hadn’t noticed me lying there with my legs apart, and he carried on concentrating artificially hard on fiddling with his sprockets while sporting a useful-looking hard-on.

He made the repairs last as long as he could without being obvious (!) and then got on his bike and rode round me a couple of times pretending to look at whatever was meant to be busted on his pedals, all the time wobbling closer and closer, Which I was expecting really. may have been young, but he was still male, and they’re all pretty predictable when it comes to pussy.

So after a couple of circuits he stopped again, now only about 10 feet away, laid his bike on the ground near my feet, and started fiddling with the chain or something. I looked over my shoulder to make sure he was paying me proper attention, and he certainly was, staring from the corner of his eye at the bikini material between my legs, which was by now rather wet, I realised. Of course it had been damp from the start, but this was more than just lying in the park with the sun beating down damp, more than left over after a not completely satisfying dildo fuck this morning damp. This was a steady wet fuck me trickle, and I knew that with the trimmed pubes and trimmed yellow bikini, it would be all clingy and see through…

I knew I shouldn’t, but I can never resist wickedness, and I WAS already horny. So little by little, I moved my feet further apart so he could get a better look, and felt the swelling of my lips against the material, and a little warm wetness oozing between them that was making a wet patch for sure.

I let him stare for a while, and then I rolled back over onto my back so I could watch him properly too, and as I looked at him over the little yellow mound between my knees (which had somehow spread themselves nice and wide again without being asked), I could see he still had his gun, or whatever it was in his shorts, which made me smile again, and raised the temperature in my bikini by several degrees.

But now he had a decision to make, because he knew he couldn’t stare very much longer without me noticing. As if I hadn’t…

If it was a test (and I suppose if I’m honest it probably was) then he passed, and instead of riding off, he stood up and walked right up to me, brazen lad that he was, and stood right above me with his face half obscured by the bulge in his shorts, and asked if I had a light.

Since my ciggies and lighter were lying beside me on the grass he knew full well that I did (yes, I used to smoke in those days, but it’s a horrid habit and I’ve long since quit). I propped myself up on my elbows and picked up the lighter and he squatted in front of me with his knees wide apart and his erection about a foot in front of my nose. I could see he had no pants under his shorts because there was such a well-defined outline of his cock and because the tip of it was making a wet spot in the blue material. Soccer shorts are dead thin, aren’t they.

But this was a very cheeky move for a young lad, showing himself off like that, and just while I was wondering if he could see my wet patch getting bigger and wetter from that angle, he got even cheekier. Want to come back to mine?he asked, right out, no messing, window-dressing, please or thank-you. What for, I asked, rather obviously, and without a pause or a blink he said a shag of course. How old are you I asked, trying not to sound like a parent or a teacher. 16, he said, right away. Yes and I’m your granny, I replied with a smile, now, how old really?

He only thought about it for a moment and then said 14, which was believable and probably true as well. And what would your mum say, I asked, still smiling, keeping it light. She’s not home. Are you coming? Persistent, which is always good in a man. But I’m afraid you’re a bit too young for me, I told him. No I’m not, quick as a flash, I’ve got what it takes. Which was more than true if I’m any judge, and I had quite a bit of evidence to go on. And I seen you looking at it, he added, which I had been for some time, right up to a second or two earlier.

Well that’s true, I said, trying not to laugh now, but it still doesn’t make it legal.

But you want to, don’t you. It was a statement, not a question, but I queried it anyway, do I?, buying myself time. It’s a funny thing but I’ve always had trouble telling lies (it’s got me into lots of trouble through the years) and I found I couldn’t really do it even to a 14-year-old lad, but I really didn’t want to answer yes to him, so I ignored the sudden hot rush in my pants and stalled for more time. Do I? It sounded pathetic, and I knew it wouldn’t fool a 5-year-old, never mind a mature teenager.

It didn’t. Yes. I know you do cos you’ve wet your pants. He’d got me there, and the way he said it, so direct and honest, plus for some reason the way he talked about my wet pants, made it all a lot wetter. So come back to mine and we can shag. I did a little laugh again, mostly to cover up a little involuntary gasp as my pussy clenched, and squeezed out more stickiness. The fact that I’ve got hot pants doesn’t make it legal either, I told him. What would your Mum think? What would people say if they found out I’d seduced some young virgin in the park?

I’m not a virgin, he said fiercely, I gotta girlfriend and I shag her all the time. To be honest I wasn’t a bit surprised. I’d pretty much guessed all that from his confidence in the beginning and his attitude once we started talking. But I was still stalling, and asked where his girlfriend was when he needed her for a shag, and immediately wished I hadn’t. At school, he said. Where you should be, I said, and thought (but definitely did not say) – instead of standing here showing off your cock to susceptible women in the park and asking if you can fuck them. We came to the park to ride our bikes, he added, and now I could feel the wet dribble from my pussy at the top of my thighs, the way I do when I’m ready and a lot more than willing.

Well, shouldn’t you be getting on with that, I asked all bright and cheery, and knowing that it was too late for that as far as I was concerned and pretty certain he knew it too. You don’t want me too. He smirked, the first sign of emotion on his face since he showed up. The rest of the time he’d been working on expressionless, to show me how cool he was.

He was still staring at me, and I’ll be honest, I was staring right back, once again examining the detailed outline of his comfortably large cock, and he could tell what I was looking at. Well let me fuck you here, he said.

I looked round. It’s a big park, lots of grass, wide open space, and we were right at one edge, near the trees. From the other side of the park we’d just be people lying down and without binoculars, you wouldn’t be able to tell we were misbehaving, but we’d be right there in plain view of anyone who came along through the trees on this side. On the other hand, I hadn’t seen anyone for an hour or so, not since the dog-walkers had headed back home.

You can tell that I’d made a decision, already, and that it was just a question of where and how, but he was young and hadn’t really picked up on it, so I said okay then, and immediately wished for a camera. His jaw didn’t drop because he was doing such a good job with self-control, but his face as he struggled with understanding and all the emotion that engendered really was a picture. So I thought I’d add to it. Come on then, I said, wriggling my bum into the blanket and spreading my legs wider, and once again he didn’t hesitate, just nodded and climbed over my leg and got between my thighs, kneeling in front of me with his shorts sticking out in front of him .

I lay back and watched him pull them down, holding his cock flat to shuffle the waistband down and letting it spring back up afterwards, so hard it must have been hurting him, and I just reached down and pulled my bikini aside, showing him the pussy for the first time, knowing it would be sparkling in the sunshine, little dewdrops on the soft pinkness. That definitely got his attention, and he stared for a second or two and then just threw himself down on top of me, and I felt the head of his cock bumping wetly around between my legs, so hot it was almost burning. I reached for it, grabbed it by the root and steered him in the right direction and I was, as he’d noticed, so wet it just slipped straight in.

As soon as he felt the pussy envelop the end of his cock he started cumming, hard, fast bursts right on the sensitive skin near the entrance, a lovely hot feeling inside me as always, but the best bit was I still had his shaft in my hand and I could feel his spunk being forced up through it in long spurts, making it swell and jump with a kind of electric buzzy sensation, like a vibrator, five six, seven, eight times, I wasn’t really counting but it went on for what seemed ages, thrumming in my hand and spraying in my pussy, a fantastic combination that made me cum at once, with his cock tip throbbing just inside me, making my clit jump and jerk as I thrashed around, making rather a lot of noise.

I got him off me as soon as I got my breath back, simply because I thought I’d probably sounded like someone being murdered, and help would come running any second, so I smoothed myself off and told him to put his cock away. Unfortunately it had the wrong effect, and instead of being confident beyond his years he suddenly looked a bit sheepish and rather crestfallen, and I realised he thought I was unhappy because he’d cum so fast, so I put that right straight away, and told him how much I had enjoyed it going off like a spunk bomb in my hand, and how exciting it was when it did that. All the girls I know hate it when guys cum too quick, he said. I thought an older woman like you would be even more annoyed.

Older woman? What was I? 24? 25? But I suppose I must have seemed very grown up to him, which actually made me feel quite rude and horny, and I started looking at the renewed straining in his shorts with pleasure and anticipation. Plus I thought if all that racket I’d made hadn’t brought people running nothing would. Oh no, I said, we older women actually quite like it. Because we know you’ll be ready to do it again straight away, and I stared meaningfully at the prominent lump sticking up in his shorts. He looked down at it himself and then back up. You do want to try again, don’t you, I asked, opening my legs wide, and he nodded, face another picture.

I pulled the bikini pants aside again and said come on then, and he moved as quick as the first time, kneeling in front of me, shoving his shorts down round his knees and his cock waving from side to side, still so hard and taut, straining to grow bigger and burst out of its skin as he lowered himself – much more slowly this time, taking time to enjoy it, watching as it touched, came to rest, spreading my lips, still wet and slippery with his cum and the fresh leaking of my own juices as I got all hot and bothered all over again. Then he leaned forward and the whole thing sank easily into me and all his weight was on my pelvis.

That feels fantastic I said, which was true, because it did, but not as fantastic as when he started to fuck me, slowly at first, then faster and faster, harder and deeper, forcing my legs wider and making my knees rise up in response, and I can still remember looking over his shoulder and seeing his bum pummelling up and down between my knees, and behind him just the blue sky, with a couple of puffy white clouds, a distant roar of traffic and his breath coming in gasps in my ear.

Mine was too, I realised, and my hips were bouncing up and down as well, and he just fucked and fucked, clinging on to me as he bounced around on top, and I had my ankles locked over his back so I could keep him in, his cock still as hard as a bit of wood and so hot inside me, fucking like – well, like a teenage boy who’s just been given a fit-looking older woman and told to do his worst.

That’s 14 for you, I thought, fucking away like a rabbit, unbelievable energy and stamina, non stop, just bam bam bam bam, until at last I felt his cock swelling up, actually getting thicker and hotter, and then he slowed up, arched his back and started gushing like a hosepipe inside me, long warm sprays, and I was cumming too, dragging him deeper and forcing my pelvis upwards, grinding my pussy onto his cock and feeling it gripping and releasing as it clenched on the shaft and the muscles spasms jerked me around like a puppet.

That’s how Rog always describes it anyway. Says if I wasn’t so horny it would look like someone from Tracy Island.

After it passed and we’d both gone quiet, I was lying there, feeling him shrinking slowly inside me and thinking how much I’d like to suck it now while it was half-hard and salty with his cum and my juice (that’s a fave for me by the way) when he rather spoilt the moment and said can my mates have a go?

Now, in all that excitement I’d quite forgotten about the rest of the BMX tribe, but they were all there in the trees about ten yards away, six or eight of them, watching intently. One of them had a hand down the front of his shorts and the one at the back had actually got his cock out ready.

No they can’t I said. Now put your shorts on and get on your bike. Oh go on, he said, they’d love to do you. I bet they would, I said, and thought (but didn’t say) so would I, but with a bunch of under-age teenage kids you’re bound to get caught and bound to get in trouble, and since I’m being honest I’ll have to tell you that as soon as he asked if I’d let them I felt a clutching arousal in my pussy and my lips got even puffier and wetter, and I really, really wanted to let them take turns with me.

I didn’t though, and looking back, it’s one of those occasions when I don’t regret something I did but I do regret something I didn’t do. On the other hand, I’ve done it hundreds of times since, because when I’m lying in my bath in the morning or I wake up at night and need soothing back to sleep, then I DO say yes, and they come trooping over and take turns to fuck me with their eager young cocks and fill me with their burning hot spunk. I usually cum quite quickly thinking about that, and if I’m feeling really horny I can quite easily cum again right away, still thinking about them writhing on top of me, feeling their cocks wriggling around in my burning pussy – see? Easily distracted, me, especially by thoughts of that nature.

It’s a conscience-free daydream, of course, although the reality is that even letting that first one ‘have a go’ was against the law, though you can hardly say I took advantage of him, or even led him astray. And though he was deliciously quick the first time, I can promise you that when he got into his stride (even doing the rabbit thing) he was definitely no virgin.

That doesn’t make it legal, of course, so it’s a good job it all happened a long time ago, in a foreign country…

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