Katy couldn’t quite believe it was actually about to happen. Her fantasy was about to be made a reality. She’d just come out of a two-year relationship and had felt sexually stifled for the longest time. Now she was free, Katy had some making up to do.
She’d confided in Steve, a pre-monogamy fuck buddy who’d been only too eager to break her fast.
She’d missed just fucking—rutting like wild things. These past two years had shown her she simply couldn’t thrive with just one partner. She wanted to celebrate her newfound freedom and after a hard shafting from Steve one afternoon, she’d told him of her desires over ginger tea and banana bread.
“Do you think me awfully naughty?” She’d asked after revealing her fantasy.
“Do you really want to know what I think?” Steve had thrown her a sly, deviant look which made her unsure of whether she really did want to know what he thought of her.
“Maybe?” she said hesitantly, twisting her foot around her calf and leaned over the marble breakfast bar. Her hair had fallen forward and she liked the way it masked her expression as she waited for him to reply.
“I think…” Steve shifted around the counter, still naked, his looming frame coming closer, and by the rising of his erection, Katy tentatively felt confident that he did not disapprove of her desires. “I think you are a filthy, hot, devastating woman who deserves to be tied up and fucked by two very,” he paused to lift a lock of hair off her face and catch eye contact, “And I mean, very, lucky men.”
Katy slumped a little in relief and her heart started to race.
“You mean?” Dare she hope he’d arrange it for her?
“Yes, Katy my insatiable goddess of fuck, I will most certainly make your fantasy come true.”
And with that, he pulled her in for a long deep kiss with one hand cupping her nape and the other, he slid between her thighs and filled her slick pussy with two thick fingers. Katy whimpered and backed onto them, spreading her legs and taking them deep, willing him to thrust harder. Her pussy was clutching and squeezing, desperate to be full of her man, and perhaps another.
So now here she stood. She’d driven to the location and stripped, leaving everything in the car and hidden the key in a nook of a dead tree trunk. Her heart was thumping, she couldn’t see his car nearby. What the hell was she thinking? She almost plucked the key back out of its hiding place and called the whole thing off…
Almost…
Steeling herself, Katy brushed shrubbery and undergrowth over the key and made her way as instructed down the path into forest. It was exactly as she’d pictured—sunshine streamed through the leaves and birdsong echoed. The sound of twigs snapping as she walked ricocheted through the limbs and branches was at once eerily stifled and amplified. All her senses were on high alert. She felt connected to her animal self—like a deer poised to take flight. Her nipples puckered as a soft breeze caressed them and she rubbed her thighs together to catch the lubrication that was already smearing from her slick pussy.
She could just reach down and press her clit and bring herself off in no time, she knew it. God, even just winding her hips as she walked had her melting.
A thought that had been strangely absent since she’d left the car—and one that had occupied her mind every minute in the lead up to today, suddenly appeared.
Who would the other man be? A mutual friend? A stranger from the internet?
Steve had refused to tell her—which excited and annoyed her. She said her fantasy was to be taken by strangers in the forest, like savage beasts, shapeshifters even. He’d taken her at her word, he’d been sure to check if it was definitely what she wanted, but as soon as she’d given her enthusiastic consent, his lips were sealed to the identity of the second participant.
She seemed to have been walking for ages and decided she wanted to give an air of innocence while knowing exactly what she was doing. Who knew where the men were, perhaps they were already watching. She wanted them to see her, smell her, even. So she let her body weight sink into her hips, allowing them to wind and sashay as she moved, she wanted her entrance to be a sensual dance of seduction.
There, she heard something. She looked to the left and there was Steve, like a wild man, naked and free. Time expanded to capture all the lovers that had been before them, rutting and fucking, making the world spin so that she was here, now in this place, about to play her part in the eternal loop.
“Are you ready?” Steve whispered into her ear, but it was lower than a whisper—it was more like a vibration or a growl, snaking its way through her, raising the hairs at her nape and settling down into her ear canal.
“Yes,” she whispered back, catching his gaze fully.
“Good.” He started to move behind her and brought a cloth blindfold up to her face, it was then she noticed some rope tangled in his fists. She shivered, this was really happening.
He wound the thin fabric around her eyes, securing it at the back of her head. It was soft and only obscured her vision, not block it completely and she was glad, she wanted to see her captors. Steve clutched her hand in his and led her forward. She followed, amazed how a simple thing like slightly covering her eyes set her other senses on even higher alert. She hadn’t been aware of the way her feet were moving through the undergrowth until now. She picked her way more carefully, acutely aware that she might trip and fall. Steve’s large male presence ahead made her secure in the knowledge that he’d catch her though.
As her pulse quickened and her breath caught in her throat, thoughts of who the other man was swept into her mind. Could it be Peter, Steve’s close friend? Katy didn’t think so, he was certainly handsome, but she couldn’t see him with that killer instinct for a feral fuck in the wilderness… too corporate or straight somehow.
She was sure they were going in a circle, then it occurred to her, she was being paraded! Thoughts of hundreds of sets of eyes, watching her, staring as she was led by her wrists, seemingly helpless, had her quivering again. The reality of it was, hundreds of pairs of eyes probably were watching her every move—not human eyes, the eyes of the forest. She shivered. Was she feeling like a triumphant nymph or a silent victim? Just as she was trying to figure it out, Steve halted and turned her so she was backed up against a tree.
Rough bark caught at her shoulder blades and she arched her ass to cushion her. By the groan of approval from Steve, she realised the motion had had the affect of pushing her tits high. She did it again, deliberately this time.
“Hmmm, that’s my girl,” Steve purred into her ear and brushed his jagged jaw against hers. “My Woodland Red Riding Slut.” The words were barely a whisper and Katy had to wonder if she’d heard them at all, or were they aural hallucinations. Whatever was true, it made her wetter than ever and she squeezed her thighs and pussy lips together smearing yet more of her juices onto her flesh.
Just as she was about to ask Steve to repeat himself, he took her wrists and wrapped the rough cord around one, threading the rope behind the tree and fastening it to her other wrist.
Katy whimpered. She was on the brink of coming already. In her wildest fantasies, and she’d played this out many times vibrator in hand, she’d never truly believed it would be as hot and exciting as it was turning out to be. She willed Steve to reach down and touch her clit, then willed him not to, she would just come already, she could almost get herself off by squeezing her Kegels right now she was so turned on.
Once she was secured, Steve leaned in again, giving her the most devastating kiss, a kiss to end all kisses, her knees went slack and she felt she could lose herself in his lips forever. If she could keep this moment locked in her memory, she knew that for the rest of her life, she’d be able to conjure this feeling. She loved Steve for that.
Katy had never felt more alive, more aware and part of her surroundings, it was like everything shared the same frenetic energy, that expansive force of fuck, sweeping her up into its sweet abandon. Just when she thought she was about to spiral off into another plane of ecstasy, the scent of another man’s musk pulled her back to the here and now. She gasped as a large form loomed close, his body heat mingling with her and Steve’s, his breath catching hers as he reached to her breast.
I’m going to faint. She thought as she teetered on the brink of the moment she’d been waiting for. Two men, four sets of hands, twenty thick strong fingers began to caress and arouse her. Steve’s erection pressed at her hip and her left hand still secured at the wrist brushed the stranger’s cock as he moved ever closer. Katy leaned over to bury her face into his chest, lick the salty dip between his pecs, graze his nipple with her lips as his fingers teased at her pussy. He smelled so good. They both smelled so good.
She switched between the two, kissing each in turn as their hands wandered and she melted under their touch. She managed to catch the new lover’s cock in her fist, and despite the awkward angle began to wank him slowly as he played with her clit, drawing juices from her and rubbing them around her folds. Then Steve’s fingers were back, she knew his technique well, just as he knew her pussy so well. The trembling in her knees and thighs started up again and she had to tell them to slow a little by pulling her hips back.
Yes, two men teasing and fingering her were definitely better than one and to make sure this was actually happening, Katy reached in earnest with her right hand until her fist wrapped around Steve’s cock too. Ahhh, now she felt in control, holding the two cocks grounded her deep into her fantasy, made her believe that the three of them were in the here and now and she did not want to waste a second. Hands and mouths roamed over her tits, her nipples puckered almost painfully to tight nuggets of nerve endings and the stranger nipped one between his teeth, somewhat cruelly and Katy cried out, desperately wanting more, more, more.
Her pussy was clutching and pulsing, desperate to be filled and just as she thought it, Steve fell to his knees before her and began lapping at her sodden cunt.
She shifted her feet wider apart to give him better access and was delighted when his hand crept up behind her thigh and cupped her ass cheek, hinting that a finger or two might slide on up inside her.
Yes yes, she wanted to cry out but only throaty whimpering would come.
Then, Steve did the thing that she both craved and feared, he spayed open her labia, exposing her wanton cunt to the forest. He pulled her lips open and displayed her to anyone who cared to come and see her as the slut she was.
Oh my god.
Then he moved back up and grabbed her neck, pinning her in place as the stranger took his turn licking her greedy cunt and shoving his thick fingers in and out of her pussy.
Ah yes, that’s it, she humped at his hands, urging him to push deeper, add more, fuck her, take her, own her.
Steve released her from her bonds and blindfold and she sank back into the tree, taking a moment to just experience. Now her hand were free, she grabbed at the stranger and held his face tight to her cunt.
Then the moment she dreamt of began in earnest and she turned to face the new man, bending over as Steve knelt at her rear, eating her pussy and asshole from behind. She rode him backwards, twerking and grinding her ass onto his face as she sank her mouth over the thick long cock in front of her. Sucking off this stranger made her hotter than hell and she could have slapped them both in delight, and tell them to get fucking. Just as she thought it Steve was up and standing, cock poised at her entrance.
Fucking do it! She wanted to roar and held herself open for the invasion. No sooner than his tip breached her hole, she sank back hard on it, letting them both know that she was in control of the pace here and that pace would be fast and feral. She wanted to be ravished and fucked raw. She sucked on the man’s cock, devouring him with everything she had, taking him deep into her throat, not wanting to disappoint her new lover.
She wanted them both to remember this hotwife adventure forever and was sure to use all her best moves.
Steve was slamming into her hard from behind and reached round to rub her clit, just what she needed and she mewled as she sucked down on the other man’s juicy meat.
She’d never felt so ravenous, she thought actually doing it would slake her thirst and desire but it seemed to be only inflaming her passion, turning her into a blazing furnace of arousal.
The new lover sank to the forest floor and turning, she slid down too, taking the new cock into her dripping pussy on all fours as she squatted in front of him. It was the same but different. The angle well and truly hit her g spot. She imagined the sight from his point of view as he kneaded her ass cheeks as she rode him. A wet juicy, well-fucked pussy bouncing up and down on his dick, asshole twitching just above, another man’s grunts as he fucked her. Fuck yeah, what a sight indeed.
Katy was proud of her part in this fantasy, this performance, and when Steve started rubbing her clit while her new cock was still pumping away, Katy’s orgasm began to surge and tear a fragment from her very soul. She rose as she writhed and rhythmically rocked her hips, grinding her lust out on the two men as they both focussed fully on her pleasure.
Fucking yes, she said, though still not sure if it was aloud or silent so lost in sensation she was. She laughed as she came, a high, breathy sound catching in her chest, she felt she could drift off, float away into the stratosphere as her climax lifted her out of herself. She kept fucking, kept humping, she wanted them both to come, take her. Fill her with their desire.
Steve grabbed at her neck again and she shuddered yet another aftershock of orgasm.
“Yes, yes, you keep coming you forest slut, you keep coming on that fat dick I’ve procured for you…”
Procured? Somehow knowing this new cock had been paid for had Katy bouncing harder, giving everything she had as lust coursed through her veins and she came again for what must have been the seventh time. She lifted her pussy off him, still twitching with spasms of pleasure. She was spent, her body in ruins her spirit fulfilled and now, she was aware of the stranger walking away, now it was Steve’s turn to take her in her sated pussy.
Her raw used cunt welcomed his familiar shape and rhythm and he took her from the side as they lay on the blanket. He pumped her hard and filled her with the sweet thick dick that delighted and aroused her every time she thought of it.
Yes, yes, he kept ploughing her and she gripped the undergrowth for support, his enormous cock pummelling her, owning her until at last, that surge, that spurt and a slap to the rump, and she imagined his jaw go slack and the thought of his shuddering and shunting his cream inside her had her pussy convulsing again around him.
He held her face into the dirt as he fucked her again and again, then, he did something even more fucking sexy than coming inside her. He pulled out just so the tip of his magnificent cock nudged at her entrance and spurted his cream all over her hole, rubbing his head around and around, smearing his hot spunk onto her swollen spent puffy cunt.
When he finally fell away from her, slumping back into the forest floor, Katy sank down too, smiling from the inside out as she recounted in her mind what had just taken place.
It simply couldn’t have been more perfect and as they lay there together, their breathing slowing and bodies unfurling, Katy was filled with a deep sense of calm.
Drifting off in the sun under the canopy of trees on the woollen blanket, Katy couldn’t help but wonder if Steve might be up for another sexual adventure very soon.
She had a few more that had been occupying her fantasy world recently and it looked like she had found the perfect partner to explore.
Perhaps it was no coincidence that Steve had been her fuck buddy for all these years, and it seemed that he was most definitely the first person she had ran to for comfort after her breakup.
Steve reached over into a scrubby bush and pulled out a canvas bag. Settling up onto his forearm, he passed Katy a Tupperware box and flask.
Katy grinned hard when she saw what he’d brought—ginger tea and banana bread.
Well well. Perhaps Steve really would be up for playing a bigger part in her life, after all, he seemed to be pretty good at arranging picnics…
Ends
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