We were back the next week, like wasps to the honey jar. It had been rather a wet week, but the day dawned bright and dry. With the sun out the world had a fresh feeling as Pete and I headed together towards the wood, talking about what we might find and what might happen.
It was not Jen alone this time. Very clearly not. Again, we had taken to removing our clothes before we could even see the fallen tree. It somehow made it the more erotic to be naked even before we could see Jen. To be walking naked and, moreover, hard, and then seeing her through the trees. The easy erections of young men.
Pete was already hard as he dropped his jeans, and it took very few strokes for me to join him. A few weeks before I'd have been mortified doing that in front of him. Things had changed.
"I think we're ready!" We certainly were. The two of us standing there in the wood, stark naked with our peeled cocks hard and upright. We were getting very used to seeing each other sexually excited. Not embarrassed now but it still looked so silly and, as we were acutely conscious, just a bit gay -- well, quite a lot really.
"You look just so lovely."
"Oh, do I? So do you, sweetie. Lovely suckable plum!" I licked my lips.
It made us both laugh. And off we walked in search of naked femininity. It wasn't just that we found; not just naked femininity but the male sort as well. It was more than that. A full fuck was in progress, but Mike withdrew to greet us as we came up to them. Our eyes on the separating sexual connection rather than their faces. Mike's cock so turgid and wet as he swung around and held out his hand. It had happened before. The strangeness of shaking hands whilst both naked and erect. Him erect, we erect, Jen with legs apart and her hole rather open. Might we be permitted?
But despite having been deeply engaged neither Jen nor Mike seemed immediately keen to resume. They talked. We talked. And slowly down went the three penises until they were just hanging there in the warmth and dappled light of our secret meeting place.
"Oh dear," said Jen, "you've all gone soft on me. Do something about it." But her hands did not move, still less her mouth to suck. Obvious she meant we men were meant to do something about it. Pete and I had wanked together a bit when walking towards the meeting place though one of us seemed always to have been hard already when we dropped our jeans, so just the one wanking. But this was different. Not quite a 'cold start' but we were certainly all wanking up our cocks from flaccid; not two but three men reaching, lifting, and pulling on their floppy cocks, seeking to make them grow and harden. Fingers and thumbs on the foreskins, moving them over the pale pink or lilac knobs, balls jangling away below. And they grew. Mike's penis regaining the purple band to its coal scuttle head as it grew up from his dense and wiry pubic hair.
So strange to be standing naked with two other men and wanking, stimulating our penises ready for -- what? And it was not just men stroking themselves, Jen was doing much the same, not standing but sitting on her favourite fallen tree. Her slim fingers touching herself between her widespread thighs, stimulating all those womanly bits that so fascinated Pete and myself. Educational really. Learning what women like when touched intimately. How she tugged and stroked her lips, how she played with her little button. Mesmerising to see her fingers encircle that and then watch her fingers disappearing into that 'hole.'
"Whose got the longest tongue?" she asked. Three men promptly sticking their tongues out to match their penises. But seemingly, whilst noses might be an indication of penis size -- might be -- clearly tongues were not. Pete's stuck out a lot further than Mike's, but not quite as much as mine according to Jen. No question Mike won in the penis stakes, though. His generative organ was certainly thicker and mightier than ours!
Some comfort perhaps to know I had the longer tongue -- or at least the one that stuck out the most. I'd rather, really, have had the biggest or longest dick. That would have been rather good. Jen preferring me over her husband on account of my magnificent cock. The thought, perhaps, of girls gasping at its 'stature.' But no, it was my tongue that was being preferred. Would I like, as the week before, to stick my tongue in? Yes, I would!
Of course, had Mike come, had inseminated Jen when we first arrived that might have been a different thing. I'd baulked at sucking Jen's nipples all spermy from Pete the week before. Would I have been so eager to go down on Jen if she was dripping with Mike's stuff? He had been in her, well in her, when we arrived. My tongue was going to go where his cock had been. Perhaps he might have... dribbled a bit. Best not to think about that, but as I looked at Jen's open sex, those curls all over her mound, the way they meandered down, her rounded and full outer lips and her puffy inner ones, to say nothing of prominent clit and that dark hole, I felt my penis give a jerk of excitement and knew if push came to shove I'd be prepared to not just push my cock in where Mike had already inseminated but my tongue as well! Such is the power of sexual desire -- yeah, lust.
Down on my knees to shuffle forward between Jen's legs, feeling her warmth radiating and also taking in her scent before I'd even touched with the tip of my tongue. I had been there before. I was very happy to be revisiting. And so out went my tongue and I moved my face just that little bit further and started to lap female wetness. Not semen but just as liquid. Once more I was doing remarkably sexual things with a woman, yet had never fucked or been sucked; I was making little slurping noises but had never made sexual noises in a girl's vagina. Behind me Jen's husband and my friend Pete. Were they watching me closely? Were they perhaps wanking as they watched? Two men stroking their penises. Pete at least would be jealous of me. Would want to be in my place. Mike, presumably, could and often was in my place. Did he find the sight of a young man pleasuring his wife pleasing -- exciting?
Wonderfully intimate; so up close and personal with Jen. From burying my tongue as far into her as it would go, rotating it around, licking round and round the inside of her vagina, pushing at its soft walls, as Mike's penis had done so recently, I moved to licking upwards -- from vagina, across pee hole to clitoris, steady soft rasps. I was sure I was doing it well. Sure, despite my inexperience, I was doing it right. Jen's hand to the back of my head rather suggested she was happy with my performance, holding me against her. Jen came quickly and, I thought, powerfully, her hand keeping my face pressed against her until the last spasm of her orgasm shuddered. The grip on my head was then released and I surfaced, blinking.
"Your turn, Pete." So soon. Surely Jen could not wring another orgasm, even with a fresh and eager 'puppy' -- I mean, woodman. But Pete did look a bit like that, like an enthusiastic puppy even if he was not quite panting and his tongue was not lolling (and couldn't loll as much as mine -- apparently!).
Jen had come, but I certainly had not, and the excitement of it all kept me rigid as Pete got to his knees and advanced between Jen's thighs to take my place. Properly Mike's place, of course. I glanced at Mike, and he winked back at me.
"Looks like you enjoyed that. Jen gets so wet. I think she's wetter pregnant than not. Almost insatiable at present. Good of you to help. And isn't it so good being out in the open on a day like this."
Jen had suggested she was tiring Mike out, but he didn't look it. Though, what was I seeing? What had I got myself into? Tall Mike, hairy Mike, most certainly 'out in the open,' with his cock so hard, angling up in the sunshine. And he was stroking it as he spoke to me, foreskin going slowly up and down over his bulbous knob. And, staring somewhat straight down the barrel, as I was, I was struck again by just how thick penises are. You sort of think of your own as a banana but it's a lot thicker, actually. A vagina really must be opened to get it in!
