It's not my story, at least at the beginning. It was Pete's to start with, only I got pulled in.
I'm not saying how old we were back then, and it is all quite a time ago now, but our cocks were certainly working -- both fluids came out, not just the one! And we talked about things, Pete and I -- about girls and wanking. But, as it was, unlike so many young men we didn't wank together. We didn't hold each other's stiffies and make them spurt; and we certainly didn't suck each other off. We wanted a girl to do that. We really loved that idea. Really, really loved that idea! One girl and two pricks. Sucking and wanking us. Working them, making our fluids come.
Did we get our wish? Well, yes, sort of.
Pete liked walking, liked to go off into the woods and fields and up into the mountains. Around us plenty of footpaths beyond the village and out into the countryside. Pete had gone off track one day, off a footpath and into a stretch of woodland, old woodland with tall trees and coppice, some fallen trees green with moss. You could call it an enchanted place. He rather described it that way. Certainly, with the sun slanting down and the greenness of the leaves it was a bit 'fairy like', that is what he said. Quiet and lovely. Maybe the sort of place you might see fairies dancing, but Pete didn't see them, instead he saw a woman. She was sitting upon a mossy fallen tree trunk stark naked, as perhaps a fairy might indeed appear. Not exactly a fairy, as one would expect them to be very young and nubile, with wings and all that - and where was all that gauze and gossamer? Not a hint of gauze, Pete said, simply starkers. This lady was rather more mature than the fairy ideal, but nonetheless very much a woman. And rather a sight to Pete's eyes.
"Oh," she said, "oh!"
I suppose Pete could as easily have come across a naked man having a wank, or perhaps just a man with his cock out of his jeans having a wank. Pete and I wank a lot -- but not together, as I have very clearly said -- and he has certainly told me he likes to have a wank on some of his walks. Why not? Sometimes he says he does it without clothes. Nice to feel the sun on your skin -- all of it. I've done it in my backyard -- had a naked wank I mean. Ended up with something that was 'not sunscreen' all over my tummy. Very enjoyable and I hope the imagined girl sucking my cock out in my backyard thought so too; had she been real, that is.
Pete obviously did the outside wank thing more than me, and sometimes, as I said, he has told me, he likes to do it naked. I think that is why Pete was off the track and in the wood in the first place. He was planning on a short naked break from his ramble in the trees - and a wank. Just my surmise -- he did not actually tell me why he was there. It seemed, though, this lady liked to do it naked as well, because that was exactly what she was doing. I think the girls call it 'jilling' not 'wanking', but it is much the same thing, only without all that cum. Pete said it was obvious what she was doing.
"I could see her hole."
Pete is a bit direct when he speaks.
"She made no attempt to cover anything, when she saw me."
I don't know what I'd have done coming across a thirty-five- or forty-year-old woman naked in the forest. I think I'd have said 'good morning' and hurried on. I'd like to think if it was a bloke having a wank with his cock our all hard, I'd have said something like 'morning, nice day to be out,' before hurrying away, but doubt I'd have thought quickly enough. Pete is perhaps made of sterner stuff, or else he thinks more with his cock -- or just thinks. Leastways he didn't hurry on, instead he stood there and looked.
He told me he got an erection. Well, I suppose, in a way, not that surprising with an attractive naked woman before him, pussy all open, and jilling herself. I think, had I peeked around a tree and seen the sight then up I'd have gone just like Pete, but to have been not just voyeuring but spotted and seen and expected to speak... I think I'd have gone all awkward, nervous, and embarrassed. But Pete's a cocky little lad -- yeah, cocky! He stepped forward.
He said 'hallo,' 'nice day,' 'I'm out for a walk,' 'come here often?' and things like that as bold as brass - apparently. The lady seemed remarkably unfazed. Perhaps if you're thirty-five cum forty you can be like that with an eighteen-year-old or so lad in jeans, tee shirt and walking boots. She was bigger than him too. Well, Pete is only a little bloke. 'That looks nice,' he said. Certainly, that is exactly what he told me he said. Did he mean her naked bits or what she had been doing?
"It is," she said.
"So that's where babies come from!" What a thing to have said. Humorous perhaps, except the reality was he had never seen a woman or girl's sex before.
And, apparently, she had said that it was indeed -- but not yet. She was pregnant. Her husband, for she said it was he, had put his cock in that hole and squirted his stuff. He had had to do it several times -- she said. Pete said to me it made it more exciting to know that. He found himself imagining them together, as he stood there, with his cock hard in his jeans.
'Couldn't she see?' I'd asked (meaning his erect prick) and Pete had said he was sure she had. He wasn't hiding himself. Just standing there talking and staring. There didn't seem a lot of point hiding his 'man bulge' given the way she was exposed and what she was still idly doing. She had explained to him that being pregnant had made her really randy, rather than sick in the mornings. Her husband did his best, yes, squirting yet more of his stuff into that particular hole, but she found herself with her hand in her knickers so often. Good on a summer's day to just take them off and play. She had been out on a walk, and it had just seemed such a lovely place and so nice to take her clothes off and stimulate herself. The clothes were not that far from her in a neat pile.
Pete said he'd asked her what she thought about whilst jilling, happy to prolong the conversation with the naked lady, and she'd countered by asking him how often he wanked and whether he wanked outside. 'Often and yes,' he had replied, and she'd asked him if he had that day. He hadn't.
"I've been imagining woodmen," she explained, "elves if you like; half man, half wood -- and I'm sure you can guess what I particularly imagined were wood. Is your cock like wood?"
And Pete told me he had admitted it was. She must have seen it more than outlined in his jeans, must have known. She asked if he would like to wank with her. Would he show her his cock? 'It looks nice and big.' Her words, apparently. I asked Pete if she'd really had said that, and he said yes! She suggested he walked away and came back naked and, yes, 'woody.'
I don't know if I could have done that, well obviously I take my clothes off every day but not then walk up to a women I'd never met before, but Pete could. He said it was just such a good feeling. Just so sexual to take his clothes off behind a tree and then come out and walk towards this naked and again enthusiastically jilling woman with not a stitch on and displaying his upright 'wood.' 'You'd have loved it,' he said to me, 'and she'd have loved the sight of two woodmen, I'm sure.'
Woodmen? I was not so confident.
Pete said her fingers were so at work. He just stared and stared as he walked towards her and got quite close. Stared at her moving fingers -- they even went inside her. And Pete told me, 'it' was all so wet and it made sounds. "Just so those sploshing sounds we had imagined."
"A virgin cock," she said, "it's very firm, Pete (he had told her his name). Any elf would be proud of that. And those full balls. I like cum, Pete. Do you? Do you taste and swallow your own cum?"
"Do you Pete?" I asked. We had never talked about that. We were learning more about each other. Pete's narrative so exciting, he clearly enjoying recounting his adventure and so we revealed our secrets. Yes, we had, both of us. Both had tasted and moreover swallowed a whole load. Of our own stuff -- of course.
Pete said he'd stood there in front of her, his cock like an iron bar -- or wooden truncheon, anyway. Hands on hips and legs akimbo -- as she'd talked about cum. How she sometimes sucked her husband off, but not when he was trying to make her pregnant -- it didn't work that way! How she liked warm cum on her breasts and then rubbing it into her nipples. All the while staring at Pete's cock. All the while touching herself. Clear she was enjoying the tease. She asked if he'd like to see her husband come on her tits and she rub his stuff all around her nipples.
