Chapter 36 – Conclusion in the park
You will recall my morning in the park with Cindy and Carson. A happy morning playing with Katy, having lunch with them before getting a little naughty with Cindy. I had digressed in my story, seriously digressed into recalling my earlier adventures in the supermarket with Cindy and then described my subsequent activity with Diana and her boyfriend. What I had not done was reveal whether I had actually got carried away with Cindy in the park. The supermarket episode had warned me Cindy could be rather upset if I was not careful. Consequently I rather thought it would not be a good idea upsetting Cindy and spoiling the picnic. It had been a great picnic, I had enjoyed a little play with her but perhaps I should be more careful.
I stood looking down at her for a while gently exercising my penis (OK, yes wanking) right there with Carson sort of looking on - albeit completely unmoving. It would have been quite nice actually just to release and let my semen spurt and fall all over Cindy's legs and sex. Should, instead, I have just a 'little go' in Cindy? By 'in' I meant 'in'. So tempting, and with my penis so full and keen not exactly difficult: but perhaps just too full and keen so that I might not stop with just a little fucking and go too far. It was decision time. I turned away: it was not as if there would not be other opportunities for sexual activity later. It was better to resume the picnic and restore Cindy's modesty and panties. Get everything back to how it had been and then restart time. I would most certainly not be foregoing more sexual activity later. It is one of the marks of a well-balanced person to forego instant gratification, you know!
A careful rearrangement of Cindy and also myself back into my earlier reclining position. One, two... oops penis! I had forgotten to tuck myself away. That could have been a bit of a social faux pas!
Perhaps Cindy noticed the wet trails up her thighs, perhaps she felt some residual after effects of my tongue poking around in her sex. Certainly her body moved and there was a bit of a tremor but she did not open her eyes. Perhaps she was asleep all the time!
Lovely to laze and, I think, even I dropped off for a bit. The sunshine was warm and I had enjoyed a good lunch. After a while we packed up and had just started a nice little perambulation down to the boating pond and through the ornamental planting when I saw coming towards us the pregnant girl and her husband or boyfriend still walking. They had been walking for some time.
She stopped to look at Katy in her pram and, as women do, Cindy and the girl got chatting. "When is it due?"
"It's overdue... a bit overdue..."
On they went, talking about babies. Carson and the boyfriend began discussing football and last night's match. One of the teams apparently won, one nil. To me, the topics of conversation were two not over engrossing subjects and so my mind returned to my usual interest - sex!
In my earlier daydream, Carson and I had both enjoyed sex with this particular girl - or, more accurately, were about to when Cindy disturbed my thoughts! It had all been in my mind. I did not actually know what her breasts were like under her dress, whether her pubic hair was indeed 'springy' or whether her lingerie was white. But whilst they were all talking about boring subjects I could establish all these interesting matters. I could find out!
It was comparatively peaceful in the park. Just the birds singing really and children's voices over at the playground - and the aircraft noise overhead plus the distant sound of traffic - but all of the sudden it got very quiet indeed. Just the almost imperceptible sound of a man walking across a tarmac path to a bench and taking his clothes off.
As always, funny to return to a group like that but I was, by now, used to such things and completely unfazed by reaching and starting to undo the girl's dress.
"Carson, would you rather help with this or talk about football?"
Seemingly football! I shrugged and carried on undoing the dress. It would have been rather nice to have given Carson the treat of an 'in time' flash of the girl's breasts rather like I had treated Dan in the supermarket. Nice but difficult. Difficult with the boyfriend there discussing football - though I suppose no reason why both should not have seen: but it would certainly have required me to go and dress first! Well, I suppose Carson might not have noticed because of the pregnant girl's suddenly revealed breasts but it would have certainly surprised the boyfriend. Perhaps too not so good as well to give both Cindy and the girl a flash of me stark bollock naked albeit not yet tumescent. Certainly not with Cindy as it risked drawing attention to my strangeness. There was always a risk she might start noticing funny things happened or funny feelings happened when I was around - breasts emptying and feeling a little chewed, panties getting a little moist and so on. Not a good plan for her to start having sudden flashes of me naked. Not necessarily so with the pregnant girl.
It had not, though, been my thing to 'flash' girls and see their reaction. Undoubtedly something with my power I could do, but rather peculiar. Did I really want to suddenly be with a group of girls naked and erect and greeting them with a cheery, 'surprise!' And see whether they looked shocked or what? It did not really sound that much fun. Much more fun to be undoing a pregnant girl's dress in the park with the prospect of touching and playing.
Hey ho, it proved neither white lingerie nor, actually, a set either. Green knickers and a pale pink bra. What else would I have misjudged? Placing the dress on the park bench I returned for the bra. Another surprise. Certainly lovely breasts but quite enormous dark brown areolae - really rather fun! They kept me occupied for some little time and certainly brought the old John Thomas up to have a look around. I was not expecting any milk from the girl - after all I had already enjoyed plenty of Cindy's - and she had not yet had the baby, but I was in for a surprise. A good suckling and - blow me down - there it was in my mouth. Not a lot, but thick and surprisingly salty. For a moment I almost wondered if I had made a mistake and had finally decided to find out what sucking a cock was like! No, not really - I jest - I could hardly mistake a nipple for a great big penis, could I? And I was sure a cock would not ejaculate whilst time frozen. Breast milk can be sucked out: semen has to be propelled! No, this was pre-milk, Colostrum! How interesting. You discover something new every day!
Having enjoyed the girl's breasts it was time to explore further. It was time for the green knickers to join the pile of clothes on the bench; it was time for me to grasp the waistband and, unlike in my daydream when I had been aided by Carson, pull them down all by myself and take a peep To see what there was to see and feel. My hands roamed across the girl's tummy - she certainly was very pregnant. Such lovely smooth skin, all wonderfully rounded by the growing baby. My hand slipped a little lower but still lovely smooth skin and not a hint of any hair - curly or otherwise. I had been mistaken in my daydream on that count as well. There, under my fingers, the little valley leading downwards, not hidden at all in low undergrowth or a deep thicket. My finger explored.
Fully removing the girl's panties, I stood over by the bench, having placed the panties neatly on her pile of clothes, looking at her. As always the lack of hair to the mons made the girl look quite young, though this was more than balanced by the reasonably sized breasts and particularly the more than obvious pregnancy. But of course, just because a girl is under age or well under age does not mean she cannot get pregnant! There is no magic switch at eighteen or twenty-one, or whatever the legal age happens to be in a country. Nature does not work like that. I was not, though, about to engage with some fourteen or sixteen year old: her driving licence (in her handbag) revealed she was twenty-two!
Helpfully in the girl's handbag a tube of hand cream. Useful for lubrication of course. She had not felt 'ready' for intercourse. Perhaps unsurprising on a walk in the park but equally there was no reason why the couple could not have felt passionate before the walk and, after the passion, decided, feeling nicely relaxed, to have a pleasant little post coital walk. Seemingly not, though. I squeezed the girl's hand cream on my cock and massaged it around. I say girl in a rather impersonal way but actually, from her driving licence, her full name was Mary Ruth Nora Davis (Mrs.). I wondered whether she was known as Mary, Ruth or indeed Nora! The gold chain around her neck had an 'N' on it and so I rather suspected 'Nora!' Sherlock Holmes, watch out!
A strange scene in the park. A pretty and naked pregnant girl and a tumescent naked man advancing towards her with his penis shining impressively in the sunlight (well, I like to think 'impressive', as you know, and certainly the cream did make John Thomas shine).
What fun it would have been to have been working together with Carson that day. We could have nicely boosted our egos by commenting, as we walked towards Nora, in glowing terms about each other's erections, how the hand cream made them shine so impressively and, more importantly, worked together to move the girl, I mean Nora, into a suitable position and held her whilst the other enjoyed her. Turn and turn about. Instead I had to do all the work!
Nora needed to be approached from the rear. Her tummy was just too prominent to come at her from the front! With Carson we could have got her on all fours, borrowing Cindy's rug to protect her knees; with Carson we could have had her holding the park bench's back as we worked her from behind; with Carson he could simply have held her whilst I moved in from the rear and I could have done the same for him. Without Carson it was all too much trouble to really move Nora around. I settled on a widening of her legs and a simple approach from the back. Lovely to feel her soft bottom against me as I moved in behind. A flexing of my thighs and my knob was in position.
"Are you ready, Mrs. Nora Davis? Here we go!" A push and in I went with no difficulty whatsoever. The hand cream seemed really to have worked or was it just the state of her pregnancy made her a bit more accommodating? So nice sliding to and fro as my fingers played across her breasts and her remarkably large tummy. I do find pregnant girls just so sexy!
Very pleasant to slide away and enjoy this new girl; enjoy the feel of bouncing against her soft bottom as my hands held each of her breasts; quite nice to pause, give myself a little rest and go for a short walk away from Cindy, Carson and Mr. and Mrs. Davis. Even nicer to turn and walk back with my eyes on the lovely rounded target of Nora's naked bottom. I really managed to mentally work myself up as I walked slowly closer, my erection feeling even harder with excitement and then I was 'in' again. Some really furious and enthusiastic fucking and "Aaaah - fuck!"
Well, yes, an accurate exclamation as I 'exploded' (if you like) inside Nora. Isn't ejaculation just so nice!
A pause as I regained my equilibrium.
"I must thank you, Mr Davis, for the loan of your wife. Perhaps another time we might... awfully kind. I'll drop in sometime. Perhaps we could err... both together? What? Oh yes, one either end, I'd like that very much!"
A spot of necessary redressing for both Nora and myself - and I did put the panties back on. A careful restoration of Nora's pose and me back in position.
