Her eyes roam down to his now exposed cock and he sees her smile, licking her lips as she shifts her position to all fours sideways on the bench. Bee pulls Freyas shorts down to her knees, and Jon watches intently. Curious what will happen next, and not confident in his movements, he just lets the women play while he watches, taking his cues from them. Bee leans into Freya's ass for a nibble, Freya reaches Jon's cock. She grips it on top while Jon holds at the base. Afraid to move his hand away, Jon holds it like a cock ring to keep the grenade from blowing up.
Freya pushes Jon's hand out of the way, and strokes his cock all the way down to the base. Her fist hits Jon's pelvis then glides back up to the top of his cock. Jon closes his eyes a minute to enjoy her touch, then opens them quickly when she pauses and cries out. His eyes dart to Freya, but realizes Bee was the reason for the cry. He sees Bee plunging her small fist into Freya's pussy and then out again. Repeating it with no mercy, rough and hard. Each time Freya's ass bucks into Bee's fist. Her moans are sexy, loud and very erotic. Jon reaches to slow Freya's hand. Her stroking has his balls tight, and his cock strongly twitches in her hand. He doesn't want to cum yet; blowing his load before the girls do would be bad manners.
"Slow down baby or I'll blow," He admits as he squeezes her hand.
Freya slows her pace, and concentrates on the fist ramming into her dripping wet pussy. Bee shuffles to the side, close to Jon. He places his hands on Bee's hips, pulling her closer to him, making a triangle around the bench. Freya is stroking Jon's cock, while she has her ass exposed, shorts at her knees, and Bee plunges her fist into her. Bee is now close enough to Jon he can reach and touch her. Bringing his hand up around to her front, he squeezes Bee's tight tits until Bee squeaks in response. He pulls her bra and shirt up, her tits bounce free, as he pinches and twists her nipples. Her nipples grow engorged and fully erect... perked to perfection!
Bee stops her assault on Freya's pussy, and Freya noisily objects. Freya scoots in closer to Jon, while her hand drops to the base of his cock and forms a tight c-shape. She looks up at him, her head getting closer to his cock, her tongue extended and ready. He takes a deep breath and watches as her tongue meets his cock. Freya flicks at the top of his cock. She swirls her tongue around him, circles his tip, then licks around his head. If she didn't have the base of his cock clamped with her hand, he would shoot cum all over her face. He was panting and sweating at the ecstasy he was feeling, with sensations thundering through him with such force. He felt amazing!
Pulling Bee into his chest, he leans in, "Remove your shorts for me please." He requests.
Freya opens her mouth, bobbing on him, deep down, then up and flicking the tip with her tongue. Sweet teasing! Bee removes her shorts, and Jon bends as far down as he can. His long arm reaches the rest of the way around to her thick field of curls, to the slickness between her legs. Bee is wet, he plays with the folds of her pussy lips, pushing a finger tip just in. He pulls it out and puts it to his lips, inhaling her scent as he sucks on her juices. Bee raises her hand and smacks it down on Freya's ass. The sound reverberates throughout the park.
They all stop and turn their heads to the moan that comes from the trees. Bee, Freya and Jon all laugh as they continue aware now that someone is watching them from a distance. It's invigorating to know that there are others around, and encourages them on. Freya stops feasting on Jon's cock, and rotates to face the other way on all fours as Bee lays on her back on the bench in front of Freya. Bee wastes no time in spreading her legs wide open, one leg bent over the bench touching the ground while the other one is up over the back of the bench. Jon watches as Freya bends to lick Bee's pussy.
The moon now out from behind the clouds, sheds enough light that Jon can see the glistening wetness of Bee's pussy. Freya extends her tongue as she did towards Jon's cock, only now it slides around the outside of Bee's pussy. Slipping inside, Freya rotates her neck with her tongue delving deep inside Bee. Jon has to take his dick and hold onto it so he doesn't cum. His cock aches with the need to be inside her wet pussy. Freya is so close, her ass up in the air, tempting him. He shifts behind her, smacks her ass, and watches her jump, a red mark forming on her ass.
"Do I taste good Freya?" Bee pipes up as Jon is about to play with Freya's exposed pussy.
Freya with pride in her smile as she comes up for air, nods towards Bee. Freya sits up on her knees, pulling Jon down beside her on the bench. Jon kneels at the edge of the bench, his hands holding the back for support. Freya stands then, her hands on Jon's shoulders nudging him closer, in front of Bee.
"Try me, Jon. I want you to lick me." Bee lustfully adds as she points to her pussy.
Jon bends his head down to taste her. He flicks his tongue over her clit, and she squirms under him. He uses one hand on her ass to hold her still, and with the other he inserts a finger into her drenched pussy. He digs for her treasure, that one spot that will make her cum. His tongue and finger are working together, in unison on Bee while Freya moves to Bee's face.
She kisses her, massages her tits, and rubs her own clit. Freya turns her ass toward Bee, who uses only one finger this time and swirls it around inside Freya. Freya helps by rotating, pumping then finally she cries out a few times, her body in spasms. Bee removes her finger from Freya's sweetness and Freya's juices spill to the ground. Freya expresses relief with a deep sigh. She focuses on Jon again, reaching way down and around to stroke his cock once more.
"I want you Jon." Bee whispers.
Jon doesn't need to hear anymore than that, he was ready eons ago. He feels a tug as Freya guides his cock to Bee. Jon grips the inner thigh and hip of Bee, and pulls her pelvis closer to his, then buries his engorged seven inches deep inside her. Thankful that Freya didn't leave her hand to be crushed, their bodies lock together as one. Both urgent to gain fulfillment, Jon looks down at Bee and sees Freya playing with Bee's tits, her own finger playing at the nub of her clit. Jon drives deep into Bee again, guttural cries coming from him as he strains to hold back long enough for Bee to cum. Ever the gentleman, her pleasure first is important to him.
"I'm cumming," She stammers out as she yells "Oh my god!"
He joins her a second later by pulling out, his load of cum spurting warm liquid onto her abdomen. No hands needed to squeeze it out, as he was wound so tight. Exhausted with more pleasure then he had ever had, he hears a few noises in the trees. Satisfaction seemed to be the theme for the night at this park.
A smile on his face, he looks around to see what they might use to clean poor Bee up. He gathers himself and sticks his cock and balls back in his shorts. He pushes up, goes to the nearest tree beside the bench, plucks off a leaf and scrapes his remnants off of Bee. Freya pulls her pants back up while Bee pulls her bra with shirt back into place. Bee leans into kiss Jon, as they stand there. Then she kisses Freya and giggles.
"Jon, how often did you say you ran at this park?" Bee bursts out between the laughter.
"I may need to run less and observe the scenery more now." Jon responds playfully.
Looking over his shoulder as he walks to his car, back to work he goes. If he can stay awake tonight, that is. Getting into his car he grins, he likes the park a lot more now.
The End.
Hotel Room
You sit and you wait.
You are on the edge of the bed, dressed and waiting.
Slowly, quietly, the door opens and she walks in. She is young, 19 or 20, about 5 foot 4, shoulder length jet black hair, shiny and straight, it frames her beautiful face. Two big brown eyes stare at you as she tilts her head very slightly to one side. She is a little shy, a little apprehensive, she's never done this sort of thing before but she will do anything to please you. Her cheekbones are high; as she smiles sweetly you look at her cherry red lips, full and soft.
She starts to walk towards you, slowly, deliberately, placing one foot in front of the other, her feet are bare. Her thin, yellow, cotton dress flows over her delicate curves, the hem swaying around her thighs as she mov
es. As you study her, you can just make-out the lines of her underwear through the light material. Her bra holds her small firm breasts still, accentuating the pert, round orbs they conceal. Her panties are cut high over her hips, their outline plunging low between her legs. The gap at the top of her inner thighs is clearly visible, framed by her panties, topped by their gusset. She stops, turns around slowly, pausing for a moment as she faces away from you. You look at her perfectly rounded bottom and feel a stirring in your loins; this is going to be wonderful. Looking her up and down, you focus again on her panty line, her flawless, tanned legs, smooth as silk, perfect, from her feet up, her legs disappear up under the loose hem of her dress, back to the line of her panties. She turns back to face you and takes another two steps. Now, only 5 feet away from you, she stops again. She gives you time to study her, to take in her beauty, look at her hair, her eyes, her luscious red lips, her delicate shoulders and arms, her breasts, her flat stomach, down to her feet, up those legs, to the hem of her loose, cotton dress, back to the lines of her white cotton panties underneath. You can just sense her perfume, light and flowery.
She turns around again, giving you another chance to take in the curves of her back, coming in from her shoulders, a dip into her lower back, the line of her panties underlining her back. She bends forwards. Her bottom is raised towards you, just out of your reach. You sit still and you study. Her arse is perfect, round and firm, you can't take your eyes off of it. She bends further forwards, keeps her legs straight, puts her hands on the floor in front of her bare toes. Her dress rides up, revealing white cotton, her panties curving over her most intimate areas. You feel yourself stiffen.
She stands up again, turns back towards you and smiles, a loving smile, she takes the final few steps until she is inches from you. She reaches down towards your hands, you offer them to her, she takes them and places them on either side of her waist. She is slim, firm and slim, a vessel for pleasure, and tonight it's your pleasure. Your hands are on the light cotton of her dress and you can feel the warmth of her body underneath, you pause to savour the moment.
Slowly, very slowly, you move your hands around to her back, you fingers meet just above her panties, in the depression of her lower back, you pull her closer towards you. She gasps slightly, you put your cheek on the soft material covering her flat stomach, smell her scent and start to explore her back with you hands. You move your hands up, almost to her shoulders, feel the straps of her bra as you move. She reaches both of her hands behind herself and releases the clip, the straps come apart and you move your hands higher, find the zipper at the top of her dress. You loosen it, but the dress still clings to her body. She raises her hands to the sides of her head and drags her hair up with her fingers. It falls back into place but she keeps her hands in the air, clasping them together high above her head, accentuating the curves of her body. You gradually move your hands back down her back, towards her hips, you pause above her panties. She lowers her hands, brushes one of them through your hair, leans forwards, bending so that her body moves slightly away from you. She brings her mouth down level with you ear and whispers 'go on' before slowly standing again.
You touch the top of her panties through the light material of her dress and you feel your cock twitch. Painfully slowly, absorbing every moment, you slide your hands down over her firm, round buttocks. You sit and hold them a second, then caress them gently, feeling around the edges of her panties as you move.
Your hands glide down the backs of her legs, over the hem of her dress, until you touch skin with skin. Her legs are smooth, warm and silk to the touch, you slide your hands down until you feel the curves at the backs of her knees, down over her calves. Moving back up, you retrace the lines, the curves of her perfect legs, back up until you reach the hem of her skirt again. You keep your hands on her skin and slide them up under the fabric of her dress, it rides up, the light cotton resting on the backs of your hands and your wrists. You reach the edge of her panties and stop, feel the apprehension in your own body, listen to her breathing, run your fingertips gently along the material a little. You feel your hands moving up over her bottom again, feel the soft cotton of her panties, filled with a firm, tight arse. You caress and explore the back of her panties, feel the gap underneath them where her bottom retreats, feel around the edges, along the top, around to her stomach.
Another pause, your hands half on her stomach, half on her panties, before running both of your hands upwards. You feel her belly button, small and round and nestled in the middle of her flat stomach. You move your hands to her waist, your thumbs towards her stomach, your fingers towards her back, she feels small and delicate, you could pick her up easily. Your hands continue their journey upwards and you reach her loosened bra. Sliding you fingers underneath her bra, you reach up and find her breasts. They are firm, round, the nipples hard. You take one in each hand and explore them carefully. Using your thumbs and index fingers you gently squeeze her nipples and she moans, steps back slightly. You take your hands away and look up at her. She smiles again and slowly takes off her dress, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. She doesn't step out of it, just lets it sit at her feet, she puts her arms up and takes off her bra, dropping it to the floor next to her.
She moves back towards you, takes your hands again and places them back on her breasts. You move your hands over her breasts once more and then reach up to touch her shoulders, run your hands down the length of her arms to her hands. As you reach her hands she holds yours, moves her arms away from her sides a little, pauses a second, drops your hands and spins around to face away from you once more. Your face is level with the dip in her back and you look down at her white cotton panties, your cock is fully erect and you feel it straining inside your pants. You place your hands up onto her shoulders, slide them down and together, over her shoulder blades, your fingers coming towards each other as you feel down the length of her spine, into the dip at the bottom of her back, just above her panties. You move your hands back out to her waist and slide them down over her hips, over the top of her panties, over the material, over the bottom edge, over the outside of her thighs. You caress down her thighs, past her knees, her calf muscles, to her feet. As you start to bring your hands back up her legs she bends forwards, rounding her arse even more and presenting the slightest bulge of her pubic mound between her legs, cupped in her white panties, towards your face. Your hands reach the tops of her thighs, touch the material of her panties, you cup her buttocks a moment before running one of your hands slowly down the line of her bottom, feeling the tight material stretched over the gap until you come to her pussy.
Her panties feel slightly damp as your fingers brush over the outline of her pussy, pushed towards you between her legs as she bends away from you, her arse in the air, her white cotton panties taught across her arse, the slight bulge of her vagina forced against the gusset, you caress it, you hear her moan. You move your face towards the material and can smell the faint musk of her juices, you kiss her pussy through her panties. Taking your index finger, you gently feel along the edge of her panties and slowly slide your finger between the material and her smooth skin. You hook the damp white cotton to one side.
Her pussy is wet, very wet, pushed between her legs as she bends away from you with her panties held to one side, you take a long look at the glistening, pouting lips, before you reach forward and lick your tongue up the entire length of her moist labia. Licking a second time, you take longer, pausing to push your tongue deep in between her pussy lips, tasting her, feeling your cock straining, the head starting to feel damp itself. You lick a third time, the tip of your tongue reaching as far as her anus, the side of it brushing along the edge of her panties. She stands up slowly and you release her, let go of her panties. She turns to look at you. She takes half a step backwards, stepping out of her dress before running her own hands down her own body, from her neck to her pubic mound, she caresses her breasts, slides over her tummy, to the top of her panties, she pushes one h
and into the top of her panties and you can see it sliding down inside them. She moans softly as she pushes two of her own fingers deep into her pussy, then she slowly slides them back out, back out of the top of her panties. She stares you straight in the eye as she lifts her two wet fingers to her mouth and puts them in, sucking them clean.
She kneels down in front of you and pushes your chest, so you fall backwards. Quickly, you grab a pillow from above yourself on the bed and jam it under your head, lifting it slightly so you can watch what she is doing. She puts her hands on your knees and moves your legs slightly apart, enough for her to shuffle forwards in between them. She puts her hands on your thighs and runs them up towards your belt, bringing them together to unfasten the buckle. Slowly, surely she reaches for the button of your jeans and skilfully unfastens that, she moves down to the zipper and slides that down. She pulls the top of your jeans apart as much as she can, but you are sitting on them and she can't move them far. She reaches her hand into your shorts and you feel it wrap around your cock. She frees it from the confines of your underwear and holds it proudly in front of her, you see the glisten of your own pre-come shining at its tip. Slowly, gently, she draws her hand down the length of your shaft, pulling back your foreskin. With your cock held firmly but gently in her hand she looks at it closely and begins to pump her hand up and down, slowly, deliberately, letting you savour every moment, feel the sensations. Up and down, up and down, your hard cock held in her small hand, you feel incredibly hard and feel the first twitches of approaching orgasm, deep in your groin. She stops moving her hand, releases your cock, moves backwards, away from you. You start to sit up, to see where she is going. She bends down and pulls on the laces of your shoes, removes them, pull off your socks before reaching up to the top of your jeans. Slipping her hands under the waistline she starts to tug, you lift your backside off of the bed and she pulls your jeans down to your ankles, pulls them off over your feet. Your cock is standing proudly through the hole in the front of your boxer shorts and she holds it carefully with one hand while she pulls on your shorts with the other. You lift up again and she feeds your dick through your shorts so that she can take them off. She urges you to sit up all the way and puts her hands on the bottom of your t-shirt, your raise your arms to let her remove it, then you lie back down on your pillow, naked.
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