Stranger in the Woods

At eighteen, my boyfriend Bobby and I were like most couples our age, doing it every chance we got. We did it mostly in his bedroom, because his parents were usually out. But when they weren’t, we’d use a nearby woods. It was fun and exciting, the risk of getting caught adding to the thrill. Bobby loved doing it in the woods. It made me so damn horny, which meant he didn’t have to work so hard or long to get me off.

One warm Friday evening, we were in our favourite spot, deep in those woods. I was kneeling on my boyfriends hoodie, clothed in a denim skirt and a white tank top. He was stood before me, his fingers tangled in my long, brown hair, groaning up at the canopy as I sucked on his hard cock like an eager little slut.

As his groans and my enthusiastic slurps consumed the air around us, I could feel my shaven pussy getting juicier, ready to get fucked up against one of the trees. But first, I enjoyed Bobby’s throbbing cock inside my mouth, my tongue swirling around his weeping head, tasting his salty pre-cum. Bobby was average, so I was able to deep-throat him too, which we both loved.

Something my boyfriend neglected to tell me, however, was that on this particular occasion, we were performing in front of a voyeur. But not just any voyeur, an older man. I did briefly wonder why Bobby’s arousal was heightened more than usual. He never got me topless, either, in case somebody did stumble across our horny antics. Puberty had been kind to me. I was well-endowed up top, filling DD cup bras.

None the wiser, I went with it when Bobby pulled my tank top up, and pulled my bra cups down, exposing my breasts and erect nipples to the wildlife around us, or so I thought. I can’t deny that it turned me on, being exposed in the woods like that, because it did. As my boyfriend groped my soft flesh and tweaked my hard nipples, I moaned around his cock and moved faster.

I was expecting him to pull me to my feet and bend me over, up against a tree, and fuck me until we climaxed. That’s what usually happened. Instead, the man who my boyfriend knew was watching us, the man he just exposed my breasts to, suddenly but quietly stepped out of the bushes. The rustling caught my attention first. I stopped sucking and tried to put my tits away.

“I think someone’s there,” I gasped, my hands trembling, my adrenaline flowing.

“It’s fine,” my boyfriend replied calmly, but his breathing was short. “Just keep going,” he urged, preventing me from covering up.

“Bobby,” I snapped quietly, my blue eyes as wide as saucers, my heart pounding hard.

“It’s ok,” he insisted, holding the back of my head, thrusting his cock into my mouth. “I promise to keep you safe, babe. It’ll be hot.”

With all sorts of emotions swirling around inside my head, my tummy tightening in knots, I put my hands on Bobby’s stomach, gripping his t-shirt, and continued sucking him off. The man, in his late-forties, maybe early-fifties, appeared through the bushes, eyeing us with a curious smile, his gaze twinkling at me with my tits out, giving my boyfriend a blowjob. I almost chocked.

He thankfully stopped as soon as he cleared the bushes, clothed in dark jeans and a red polo shirt. His hair was short and dark, framing his mature, weathered face. He was taller and stockier than Bobby, making me question how my boyfriend would protect me. But the man quickly didn’t seem threatening. He kept his distance, turning my fear and embarrassment into excitement at being seen, watched, observed intently.

It sent an exhilarating tingle down my spine, which in turn, had me sucking my boyfriends cock as if I no longer cared. I kept my eyes fixed on the man. Our gazes locked, in fact. I even shifted on my knees to give him a better view of my tits jiggling and my mouth sucking my boyfriends cock.

“Do you mind if I watch?” he asked Bobby in deep, quiet voice, his eyes never leaving me for a moment.

“It’s a free world,” my boyfriend chuckled, betraying me, but I didn’t feel betrayed.

When the man returned his gaze to me, my eyes dropped to his crotch. It wasn’t intentional, but he took it as further encouragement to Bobby’s response. He stepped closer, his hands moving to his belt. I cupped my boyfriends balls and fondled them gently, drawing deeper groans from him as the man unbuckled his belt slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“That’s it, Ellie,” Bobby growled, his soul darkened by lust. “Keep going, babe.”

“I like your style,” the man murmured, his eyes flicking between Bobby and I. “Out here in the woods,” he added, his pants sagging as he took out his cock.

“Fucking hell, fella!” Bobby laughed as if he were the elder among us. “Fancy sucking on that, Ellie?” he laughed again. Saying the man was blessed would be an understatement. His cock was long, thick and veiny, with an engorged, weeping head.

“That’s up to the pretty lady,” he chuckled, eyeing me curiously again, the glint in his gaze letting me know he wanted me to.

“It won’t fit in my mouth,” I giggled, blushing as I took a break from sucking, my hand stroking my boyfriend while I examined another man’s dick. It was surreal.

“Come on, Ellie,” Bobby breathed excitedly. “Suck us both off, babe. It’ll be so fucking hot, and nobody will ever know.”

“I’ll know,” I laughed, watching the man stroking slowly as he shuffled ever closer.

“Just give him a handjob then. Let him feel your tits. Fuck, this is so hot,” my boyfriend growled.

I wanted to do it, but I was haemorrhaging. There would be no coming back from this. We were young and excited, and I was being encouraged by my boyfriend to do it. Bobby was never really the jealous type, but I never imagined him wanting me to look at another man’s cock, let alone touch and suck it.

“Are you sure?” I asked up at him.

“Fuck yeah!” he exclaimed, stepping back. “I’d love for you to do this for me.”

I giggled at his enthusiasm and reached out to touch the man, our voyeur. He groaned and stepped right in front of me. As my hand wrapped around him, his hand reached out, groping my breasts. I felt a tremors beneath me at what was happening. I had a strangers cock in my grasp, while allowing him to feel up my tits. But I loved his touch.

“Oh, that’s a cracking set you got there,” he groaned, pulling my nipples.

“Suck his big dick, Ellie,” my boyfriend muttered, his voice lost to desire. “I want to see you take him in your mouth.”

I hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward, my lips parting as I took the man’s cock into my eager mouth. I couldn’t believe how big it was, stretching my lips as I sucked him, a man old enough to be my dad. I swirled my tongue around the underside, making him groan and tighten his grasp on my breasts, his thumb rubbing my nipples.

“Fuck yeah, Ellie!” my boyfriend growled, stroking his cock as he watched me.

The man tasted different, his pre-cum saltier and rich. I liked it, moaning around him, the sound vibrating vibrating against his cock. Bobby stroked faster, his voice hoarse and his breathing ragged, urging me, his girlfriend, to keep sucking off another man.

“Oh, she’s a keeper…” the voyeur groaned. “Suck it, sweetie. Fuck, you’re good.”

I felt a surge of pride and heightened arousal at his words. I was handling a big cock, sucking a stranger. It was intoxicating. The man thrust his hips, pushing deeper into my mouth, testing my reflex. I gagged softly, my eyes watering, but I didn’t pull back. I wanted it, needed it. So did he and Bobby.

His hands left my breasts, moving to my head as he held me still, his cock throbbing in my mouth. “Swallow, sweetie!” he commanded. “Swallow my cum like a good little girl!”

I felt it, the hot pulse of his release, his orgasm shooting down my throat. I swallowed repeatedly, drinking down his cum as his body trembled. My boyfriend watched, his expression awed by what he was witnessing, his own cock leaking lust.

“Oh fuck, Ellie! I’m gonna cum too,” he quivered.

“Cover those big tits,” the voyeur piped up, zipping his satisfied cock away.

“Push them together and lift them up, Ellie!” my boyfriend instructed.

I did as I was told, receiving his cum all over my tits, lots of it, hot and sticky, coating my skin as he emptied himself over me. I giggled, my body buzzing with naughty excitement until he’d finished. I then sat back on my heels, my heavy breasts glistening with sperm, while the taste of the strangers seed lingered inside my mouth.

“You’re incredible,” he smiled. “You both are. I hope I catch you in the act again soon.”

We all laughed before the man sincerely thanked us and said goodbye, leaving my boyfriend and I to clean up before getting out of the woods. We had a lot to discuss and reflect on.