Taken By Strangers

My name is Lily and the UK is my island. I'm still looking for the right man, and it's turning into a bit of an odyssey, one that takes me all over London, all over the world.

I never thought it would turn out this way. I loved my first boyfriend, Tom, and thought he was the one. We had known each other since we were eighteen, we met at university. He always treated me as if I were a china doll. We used to hold hands, and hug, and he'd stroke my hair. He used to say 'Lily, you're so beautiful...' and he'd kiss my lips so sweetly that I could weep. Sometimes he would touch my breasts, gently, his finger sliding into my clothes to stroke my nipples, but I wanted more. I'd get home so frustrated I felt like an elastic band about to snap. Sometimes I'd stroke myself to sleep, gently pleasing my plump clitoris with my finger, but I ached for something inside me. Tom, inside me.

I wasn't a virgin, but I'd only done it a couple of times, with my older brother's friends who had fucked me when I got drunk at my eighteenth birthday party in Hampstead. It had been short and uninteresting, Jason had ridden me first, fucking me like a little bitch, spreading me with his fat knob, holding onto my tits as he thrust whilst the others waited their turn, and I'd knelt there and let him shoot his cum into me as the others cheered and clapped, not knowing how to take pleasure as I gave it.

Tom was a breath of fresh air when I met him after that, but he was very shy. I was shy too, actually, even though my pussy had been spread and fucked so completely that my hymen was totally gone (I'll tell you about that one day). Actually, he had ideas about waiting to fuck properly again till we got engaged, although he knew I wasn't a virgin. Sometimes when he kissed me I could feel the bulge in his trousers and I wondered what he would do if I begged him to fuck me, or if I just knelt and unzipped his fly and started to play with his lovely dick, but he would always be kind of embarrassed, and we never did anything. We were like a couple of kids... until we weren't.

The night it all changed is a night I will never forget. We'd been out for dinner and Tom had seemed a bit preoccupied. I'd caught him staring at my cleavage a couple of times, and I was feeling a bit aroused, and a bit hopeful. Even though I thought he wanted to wait, I was constantly looking for signs that he might be ready to fuck me, but I sensed that he wanted to be the one to initiate it. Even when I tongued his mouth he'd pull back, although he loved to tongue me in his turn. Sometimes he did it till he shuddered, and I suspected he'd cum without me.

Still, nothing had happened, and we were walking home through the warm evening. We had reached a bus stop, of all places, one of those with a little hut, when he stopped. It seemed off to wait for a bus when we were nearly home, but I started to wonder about dropping to my knees when he said, "baby, I think you might need some cock.'

I could feel my juices rush. I glanced down to see how clean the floor was, ready to drop onto all fours... I never guessed what he was planning.

I was wearing a low-cut top he had bought me for my birthday, and I was feeling a bit risque. It was such a warm spring evening that there were still people out and about -- a couple were walking past. Tom had his arm around me, and I was starting to breathe heavily. What would he want me to do? I thought all was right with the world... the warm evening air caressed the front of my chest and I thought how romantic it would be to go to bed with him. I whispered to him, that I wanted to touch his cock, that I would do anything for hi ...he started stroking my hair and telling me I was beautiful... And then, as I closed my eyes, out of nowhere his hand slipped down and cupped my left breast. I felt his palm, warm against my heavy round tit. I have big, full breasts with fat rosy teats that I play with and massage with rose oil to make them juicer. They are, I'm proud to say, really juicy. Now, as he cupped my left jug his finger and thumb found the hard knobby end and he squeezed on it gently.

I gasped. Electricity shot through me from tit to cunt. After a year of delicate foreplay, my breasts were desperate. They were so ready to be sucked they were composing songs about it. I was thrilled. My eyes snapped open.

I shuddered. I held my breath, excited and amazed. 'Suck me darling,' I whispered, 'let me feel your lovely cock between my tits. "I thought that would be enough for now - after all, we were in a public place...

I could feel him weighing my right jug, and as his head bent towards it he ripped my top open, exposing both hot excited tits to the open air. I could hear the sound of his breath suddenly snagging in his throat. And as hot air warmed my horny teats, the couple walking past stopped to look and the man, bearded and older than us, met my eyes..., and licked his lips at me, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. As he did so Tom's other hand took my right tit and started to squeeze the juicy pink nipple, pulling and stretching it and showing him how big and ready it was,, and my mouth formed a great 'O.'

The bearded man's eyes were on mine, and I could see his hand move towards his flies, liberating his cock, which sprang out like a sword. I licked my lips back. I couldn't help it, they were dry. I could feel warmth and wetness between my legs. I think, looking back, that's when I realised that it wasn't just Tom that turned me on. I had a sudden vision of myself, spread-eagled between the two of them, one holding me down and feasting on my tits as the other spread my legs and found my hot wet pussy with the tip of his cock...

What was I thinking? Even as I might have started to come to my senses Tom had pushed me back against the bus shelter, and his mouth closed, wet and hot, around my warm fat, swollen, nipple. Fast, tight shivers ran through me. I gasped and arched my back as he began to suckle on me, soft and carefully, as if I would break, but my eyes were fixed on the stranger's cock, on the woman's hands now playing with it. Rhythmic pulsings gripped me, and I thrust myself towards Tom's mouth.

'Oh my God, oh God yes, suck my fat tits...'

He said nothing. He was utterly focussed on my teat, and his mouth began to get rougher. The bearded man's wife was watching us now. His cock was magnificent. She was stroking it as if it was a God.

'Oh yes, oh fuck me please...' I moaned, and I didn't care that my begging was ambiguous as I looked at the stranger. My pussy was on fire. As Tom began to tug and chew my aching tit, to tease it and squeeze it and twist it between his fingers, little bits of pleasure and pain, all mixed and gorgeous, shot between my legs. I pulled his head hard against me, feeling him feeding on me. I fantasised he was a vampire, feasting on his virgin bride and the pulse in my pussy started to throb, and grow. And I stared at the man and the woman, and the cock, long and dusky, its cockhead mauve and like a great mushroom. Oh God, he was looking at me...

Tom was rough. Both my tits were red and wet with his saliva now, he was sucking and chewing on the left tit now, gobbling and moaning as he twisted and pulled my right nipple.. I was losing my balance and my knees were giving way. My eyes closed and I started to groan with pleasure. I heard the man and the woman approaching. I was begging, 'oh please, Oh God fuck my cunt, give me your fat dick, fuck me like a whore...'

I tried to reach down, to touch Tom's cock, to do for him what he was doing for me but I was pinned, just where he wanted me, helpless as a butterfly. My clitoris, which I had guarded and caressed and oiled and teased alone on many lonely nights, took charge of me. I was urging him on when I became aware of another pair of hands...

I knew what was going to happen before it did. I wanted it. Tom wanted it.

They laid me down on the floor of the bus shelter, the man and the woman as Tom sucked and grunted, but then my boyfriend stood aside as the woman spread my legs. And then he, this total stranger, took his long, glistening, bulbous knob, and then forced my knees up and started to pushed it expertly between my knees.

His knobhead was touching my pussy lips, parting my labia, teasing my cunt. 'Shall I fuck your little bitch?'

"Oh yes, shaft her till she begs you to cum...' and I saw lascivious pleasure on Tom's face as he stood, watching me with a kind of triumph. In front of him the woman as on her knees unzipping him, and as the cockhead nosed my pussy open I saw her had go down and she was suckling at his groin like a she-wolf.

And then my pussy was open, spread, the tissues parting like the ready sea, the walls gripping his glans as he entered mu cunt. My eyes opened wide I stared into the face of the laughing stranger as he penetrated me.

There was no time to think. Suddenly he was forcing his way through, his shaft spreading my cunt lips ever wider as the whole fat length of him entered me... and he was thrusting deep into my wet pussy, his long shaft already soaked with the juices of lust that were pouring from me.

Only when he was way in, deep in, and my tight warm tissues had wrapped him in my lust and were started to squeeze did say, 'Oh yeah...' and he pulled back, pulling my tissues, rubbing my cunt with his shaft, teasing, right out, his cockhead at the entrance again, stroking my frantic fat clit and -- and then came another deep, long, roaring thrust.

In his came, a ship coming into port, running me through like a conqueror.

I was almost crying with lust, 'oh yes, of God..'

Oh in it came, and out, and in again as he played with me. The long sweeps of his cock, in and out of my pussy sent shivers and shocks through me as the woman sucked and gobbled on my Tom's balls, and as the stranger fucked me like a slut on the bus stop floor I watched Tom loving the feel of her wet hands rubbing his pink shaft and his fat red glans, and loving my humiliation.

I struggled suddenly....'Oh God... what am I doing?'

The man paused and laughed. 'It's what he always wanted, love. To watch you being fucked like the little slut you are.. beg for my fat cock, slut, you have to work for it if you want my cum in you.' And he stopped his thrusts and took my warm pink teats between his fingers and thumbs and squeezed, and as he squeezed, his cock was swelling and throbbins rhythmically, and I cried and whimpered in a mixture of shame and lust. 'Oh God..'

'Do you want more cock, slut?'

'Oh yes...'

'Do you dream of cock like a whore?'

I was beside myself. I don't know what he was doing, but his cock was playing with me without him even moving. My pussy was gripping him as is it was insane. My clitoris was throbbing, fat and hard where his shaft was pressing against it. I moved my hips urgently...

'Yes, yes, I dream of cock. I want your hard dick fucking me. Please...'

'Who's your master, slut?' He twisted my nipples, and I gasped in pain and lust, yes, oh yes do that..'

'Yes what?'

'Oh my master yes, I want your cock...'

He looked at Tom, who was clearly on the verge of exploding. 'Shall I fuck her nice and hard for you? Do you want to see her beg and cum'

'Oh yes...'

And then he was fucking, thrusting, pumping, banging me, 'yes, bitch, you love that don't you, look at the bitch...' harder and harder. I could feel his balls banging against me, my pussy hotter than the fires of hell as he shafted me, the length of him running past my newly opened tissues like a red-hot poker.

Slower, faster, he plunged me, dipping and twisting, thrusting and parrying, his cock taking me as if it were a sword fight. Sometimes he came right out, and his cock played and rubbed and treasured my desperate clit, played with my labia, then he plunged and spread, opening me like a flower and plunging deeply in again. Sometimes he pushed right in, and I could feel my cervix deep inside, like an answering chord.

I gasped and cried, humiliated and excited as Tom shuddered and laughed. The woman had her fingers deep in his ass now, her mouth round his cock, but I no longer cared. This dick in me, tight, fat, thrusting, these dangling balls, my fat juicy clit rubbing against his turgid swollen shaft as he fucked and fucked.

He pushed my legs into the air, and I felt him plunging even deeper, banging my ovaries, bruising my swollen tissues as if he was offloading a roar of fury. 'Beg for it, bitch, beg your master...finger your master's ass...'

And I slid my fingers into him and loved the way his cock swelled harder and he laughed and fucked...

I heard Tom whisper, 'fuck her like a bitch...'

And then I was on my front and he hand my tits, one in each hand and he was poised again at my bruised wet hold, my clit danging like a cherry. "Beg, baby...'

'Fuck me master...'

'Fuck you how?' His cock rubbed my dangling fruit and I shuddered and shivered

"Like this, fuck me from behind.'

"Like the bitch you are?' That was Tom, gasping in pleasure.

'Yeah,' said the bearded man, 'you want my cock like a bitch, honey...'

'Oh yes,...' I could feel his cockhead poised at my moist hole, teasing my dangling labia apart, nosing into the bottom of my cunt like a submarine finding its way into harbour.

'Beg daddy...'

"Please put it in me... oh God please let me be your bitch...'

And slow and luscious and fat and gorgeous his cock pushed me apart again, cleaving through my aching and swollen tissues like a conqueror, his long broad shaft sliding deep, deep into me, stretching and teasing my fat dangling clit as I moaned and begged.

And then his weight was on me again, fast and hard, fucking and grunting, slapping my ass and gripping my thighs so he could fuck me harder and harder and harder.

The feeling was building, deep and glorious inside. I was laughing and begging and lusting all at once. This man, this cock, I could do this for ever...

I was aware of Tom shooting his load into the woman and her swallowing and moaning, but the stranger was riding me like a cowboy and I was his slut, his toy, thrusting my hungry pussy back into him, taking every stroke, begging him to fill my cunt as he grew fatter and fatter.

'Oh God yeah, oh fuck the bitch...'

I came as he did, a great, glowing unfolding lotus flower of an orgasm, like fireworks going off in my head as his dick swelled and crashed as hard into me as he could, and I realised he was ejaculating spunk deep into my pussy.

As I collapsed, exhausted, he made me suck him clean, and I licked and fed gratefully off his softening dick as Tom licked my throbbing pussy clean and I shuddered and came on his laughing mouth.

It was gorgeous. I realised that Tom had arranged it all for me, but it didn't matter. We broke up. We had to, he'd given me an abiding love of sex with total strangers.

I did try to be normal. After Tom I was in a relationship for three years with Freddie who was paranoid about pregnancy. I'd suck his long fat knob, over and over, gobbling him in whilst he tickled and my fat horny little clit and fingered my pussy until I got so randy I let him plunge right into my throat, loving the feeling of his cockhead firm against my tonsils, overcoming my gag reflex so completely that when his warm salty cum exploded into me I would moan in pleasure. It was never enough for me, though, and I fantasised about picking up strangers at parties and fucking them in cars, doorways, parks, toilets...

Towards the end of our relationship, though, Freddie got really interested in my ass. One day, as me and my swollen pussy came on his mouth in a shuddering, heaving rush he thrust his fingers deep in through my puckered hole, and I could feel myself contracting on him, contracting inside as I throbbed on the outside, and I screamed in pleasure. It wasn't meant as an invitation, but it must have been taken as one.

The very next day he brought lube. I didn't realise that's what it was for at first. We had finished dinner in my flat, my flatmate was out, and I had knelt between his legs to suck his horny dick. I was hoping to swallow his cum, I loved the feel of it spurting into my throat - it was my favourite dessert. I was sucking on his balls and playing with his lovely cock head, rubbing his precum, teasing and ticking and feasting on his shaft. I loved his fresh, salty spunk and I was prepared to work hard for it, caressing the fat stem with my fingers as I pushed his swollen glans against the back of my throat, urging him in. He seemed to like it.

On this occasion, though, just as he was as hard as hard can be, he pushed me over, hard and forceful, I felt him slapping lube over my ass...

'Freddie...' I started to say, 'I haven't ever done...'

I was too late. His slippery, slim cock pushed in between my cheeks, firm and determined, and his cockhead set itself firmly against my tight virgin ass, and I was stretching, and it was glorious...

I started to moan, 'oh God Freddie it won't go in, it won't go... oh darling...'

Face down and shivering with the pleasure and excitement of his domination and excitement as he stretched me open, my unused tissues protesting at the invasion, I was begging and fighting, but he was lost in it.

'Let me in Baby, you know you want it up the arse...'

And my stranger sex mentality crept in, as I loved the domination of it, and I moaned 'oh God yes, take my arse, please master...'

The pressure was relentless and his fingers were on my pussy, squeezing my fat clit which hung throbbing, fat and ripe,. Although my body was struggling to find a way to let him in, I was begging for it, "oh yes please, oh fuck my arse.'

He pushed, and relaxed, and pushed, and relaxed, and the feel of his cock against my ass stated to do something to my G spot, and I started to push too. He was relentless. And then, just as I saw sure it would never go, his body weight bore down on me as his hard, warm cock forced me open. It was a miracle of engineering, that lovely cock... and he was grunting and moaning and opening me, wider, wider, his cock slippery with precum and his hands now parting my buttocks,... and - oh God - my ass was starting to give, slowly, surely, my tight virgin ass was starting to spread for him

I was shaking with nerves as this huge stretching feeling opened me slowly, slowly, and there was a kind of giving sensation as his beautiful slippery cockhead, wet with his precum, slipped through the tight gate to my ass virginity, and with a sudden sense of finality and fucking he was in and plunging deep into the places where no man had ever been.

'Oh God you tight little bitch...', he was sliding in long and deep, bigger than he had ever been, and I wanted it all as and the length of his shaft slid past my pucker. 'Fuck my arse, Master, please fuck me hard...'

Oh my God it was lovely. I had never realised how deep you could go in there. He plunged in, long and fat and certain, and he was bigger and more swollen than he had ever been, and the feel of it was bliss. Freddie was not big, which was a good thing for my first time, but his cock filled me completely. And as he fast-fucked my tight arse he went fast then slow, then fast again and my G spot caught fire.

When he was slow, he played with my pussy. It made me ashamed and hot and to know that my engorged clitoris was begging for it, my labia were so moist and fat that they were dripping as I pushed back at him. I was urging his swollen penis deeper into my arsehole. And he was saying, 'oh baby can I come in your arse?,' and I was agreeing to everything.

The feel of his hot dick stretching me, his fat shaft rubbing me was amazing. In the ass everyone feels enormous. Even now, thinking of him, I ache for that feeling of his fat lubed cock plunging in between my butt cheeks that first time, the feel of the wonderful turgid dick, wet slippery and luscious, the grunting and swearing and fucking as he slapped my butt cheeks and pinched my tits and called me his horny little bitch and told me to work for it. And reader, my God I worked, thrusting back until he completely lost control and I had to control myself to stop my arse spasming and getting too tight too soon, and he ass-fucked me faster and faster and harder and harder, shouting and banging me, and I just wanted to be his whore.