She Deserves Bigger & Better! Ch. 07

He asked, 'What colour knickers is she wearing, Les?'

'Don't know Bert, I can't see them.'

So I lifted the front of the skirt, showing the dark blue.

'Fucking hell, Bert, blue. She's showing me her blue school knickers. She has fucking lovely pins too.'

'Listen, Jess, do us a favour. take the coat off. hang it on the fountain. so we can see you properly. Stand near Bert. He only sees by touch. Be cruel not to let him see you too.'

"So, taking off the coat and lying it over the defunct drink fountain, I turned to face them both. Les said, 'Fucking lovely. Let Bert see.' I took crab steps right to stand in front of Bert, who extended both his hands out till they touched my bare legs. He stopped, his fingers waggled, then both hands slid up my legs and because it's a circle skirt, he didn't feel the hem first, only the knickers. Feeling around for a minute, he finds the damp spot, leaving one hand exploring my knickers and the other finding the skirt but carrying on up over my hip, lifting the hem of my skirt. Les is watching closely as Bert's hand is now between my slightly parted thighs, cupping me there, his thumb rubbing firmly on my hard nub. I'm soon breathing harder. Bert's other hand has now travelled up to my bust, feeling my hard nipples protruding through the thin lacy bra, causing them both to be easily seen, being darker than my white blouse. Bert says, 'Nice pair of big tits too.'

"I'm so, so fucking turned on right now. Here I am, a married woman, in a park, letting two fucking old perverts molest me. One has his hand between my legs. His other hand, I notice, has undone a button on my blouse and now has two fingers playing with a nipple.

"Les now touches the leg nearest him, running it up to my knickers and joining Bert's hand. Les worked his fingers into my knickers via the leg and first ran a single finger up and down the lips, which were already very wet. Finding the hard nub of my clitoral area, his fingertip circles it, sending waves of tingling pleasure.

"Now notice that Bert somehow had stopped fingering my gusset. That hand was now unzipping his fly and extracting a nice hard cock. As I looked at it, two things struck me: no underpants and his maybe 7" cock was circumcised. He began to toss himself off. But I want both Bert's hands on my tits, so taking hold of that hand, I bought it up to join his other. Bert soon took the hint when I undid the top three buttons of my blouse. He put both hands inside my blouse. He managed to get one cup of my bra down. He's tweaking and pinching my nips, but the button below pinged off somehow, so I undid the last button holding my blouse. Then I thought sod it, got my hands under Bert's arms, and undid the clasp, opening the bra, to allow Bert a free hand with my boobs, both hands attacking them with vigour, to tweak and pinch my now sensitive nipples. And you know, Pete, how they become when I'm turned on?

"Les, meanwhile, has somehow got his whole hand up the leg of my knickers and he has three fingers inside of me but it's bloody awkward. Elastics are cutting into me, his fingers-well-wrong angle really, so both my hands lifting the short skirt to get at the waistband of these awful knickers and pulling the front away from my body, Les. seeing what I'm doing, stands up slightly to one side of me, extracts his trapped hand from the leg and plunged it right down the front, easily reaching my sopping wet pussy lips, the three fingers straight back in and began to finger fuck me rapidly. Bert is pinching both nipples hard, almost painfully hard. I'm becoming unsteady on my legs.

"Les lent his head towards my ear and started saying nasty things to me, things like 'You're a real tease, a right cock-teasing little bitch', and omg, I'm loving it, this abuse. It's so naughty, it fucking excites me.

"My legs are trembling, shaking to remain upright as I cum for the second time. I'm cumming so fucking hard this time. Les is fucking my pussycat hard with his hand. My breathing is becoming more difficult. As my heart races a hundred miles an hour Les keeps up the abuse, saying, 'That's it, slut. cum, you fucking little slut. We'll make sure you keep cumming you slut, but you're going to suck Bert's cock now, make him cum too, and swallow his load. He has got a big one for you. it's like you need big cocks.

"I'm slowing down, and my heart rate is dropping. Les is now slowing his hand, but his crude mouth is speeding up. 'On your knees, slut, take Bert's cock and swallow it down your fucking throat. Come on, slut, bend over. It's time. Les is going to take your pants off, slut, and fuck you, but you suck Bert first, bitch. I'm going to fuck you so good slut. you're going to be coming back again for a lot more, aren't you slut? Next time, no fucking underwear right bitch, come on slut, answer me, or I might not let you fuck old Bertie's big cock, so you'd better answer me now.' He's holding the back of my head and my chin, hurting me. Fuck Pete, I've never felt so turned on, so I told them:

'Yesss, I'm coming back. I need more big cock. I'm a slut for old men, a slut, a naked slut. Tomorrow, back for more.'

"Les is pushing my head down. I have never been this turned on, so in need of a cock fucking me, I'm so, so fucking horny Peter. I'm sorry, Pete. I am so sorry, but this has to happen. I need this. A double bang. I'm going to be fucked now, and fucked hard, right here by two dirty old men. I'm sorry, Peter. I'm cheating on you. Sorry. But I can't stop now.

"Suddenly, a bell rings. Like an old-school bell ringing. It's the guy to lock up. He rings the bell to warn people of his locking the gates. I grab my coat, pulling it on. Les growling: 'You had better come back, slut. you hear me, tomorrow be here at 5 o'clock. don't you be late, bitch.' buttoning the coat's middle 4 buttons, then clutching the top together, I look at Les and say, "I won't be late."

"I bent down, kissed Bert on the cheek, then left quickly, back to the main path, heading towards these gates over the road, then up here, opening the door, shutting it, and sunk to the floor shaking. Fuck, I was so close. I sat there and jilled myself off."

All of this time I've sat listening to her confession, shocked at how far she had gone and how far it seems she would have gone last night had they not run out of time. Jess was telling me that she would have sucked Bert's cock. She had wanted Les to fuck her, and she needed to be fucked in a public place by old perverts. So close to home, this could have gone so wrong. Jess just stands there by her dressing table, watching me and waiting. I look up at Jess. we make eye contact but then I look down, but not before seeing her eyes start welling up. Jess is trying not to start sobbing. I also see fear. she does appear to be afraid of my reaction and of what I'm about to say or do.

I stand up, slowly unbutton my shirt, take it off and ball it, and then throw it towards the bedroom door. Same with the T-shirt. Jess is just looking at me. she's repeating over and over again, but I hear nothing. her mouth's moving. I see Jess saying "Pete, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you and want you. So sorry. Please forgive me, Peter. I'm so sorry."

"Shut the fuck up, slut, get over here now. you hear me slut, over here. Now!"

Jess took two steps towards me, her mouth still silently saying, I'm sorry.

I stop looking at her. I nod sharply downward, indicating she should kneel, but then take another small step.

"I said come here, take these off now, you slut. You're a teasing slut, a cock-teasing little bitch, a slut for any old pervert, yes? Well, then you slut, kneel, and be the slut you want to be."

Jess does it. she knelt, undid my belt buckle, unzipped me, then took the jeans down to my ankles, and when I stepped out of them, she looked up at me. She pulled down my red pants, my very hard dick, caught for a moment, then sprang out, hitting first her lips, then her nose, still looking right at me. Jess kissed the tip, licked the cup from her lips, and gave me a slight smile. that smile was in her beautiful, sparkling green eyes too.

"You fucking little cockteaser, slut-suck it now."

Jess licked around the head. I quickly held both sides of her head and rammed all 5" straight in. She pulled back, and I forced it back in. I'm the pervert now. This fucking slut is mine now. I'm shooting. cumming in her mouth, I'm soon softening. Jess eased back, cheeks hollowed in as she made sure to get it all. Still kneeling, she opens her mouth, showing my cum there, and swallows, like she swallows the pill every morning.

I help her to stand up. she kisses me, breaks away to her glass, fills it, drinks it, and fills it again, pouring me one as well. I go to the toilet, sit and pee, and swill my hands. I rejoin Jess, who is still standing. We both still wear the red stockings we went out in. We hug and kiss each other. She whispered that she loved only me and quietly asked me if we were still okay. I nodded. Jess, hugging me tightly, said,

"Make love to me tonight. Love me like only you can please Pete, but first I must finish telling you. I have to tell you that I did go back at 5 this afternoon. I was not late, and I wasn't wearing any underwear. I wore nothing at all under my coat. I was naked for them."

"WTF, Jess, after what you've told me."

"I'm sorry, Pete. I am. I'm so sorry."

"But what, Jess? Why? You were so fucking randy that you'd fuck any cock? No matter who's or where, so long as you got fucked, that's it, eh? You told me they were both old men. That one even stunk of piss. You even teased that bloody old wino a couple of weeks ago. I was there, remember? I mean, fucking hell, Jess. Quit school, why don't you? Go work in a homeless shelter or refugee hostel. Take your bloody pick - old men's cocks or big black cocks - your choice. Come on, Jess, explain it to me. Explain damn near fucking them last night but were interrupted, so thought you'd go back there today to finish what you started? Naked in a public park, 200 yards from our front door?"

"Peter, please, Pete, hear me out. First, I don't know why I went back this afternoon. that's the truth. Remember me saying how I got back here, just inside the front door, and how I got myself off? I was so excited and turned on. Not so much by the old men, the wino last month, you go on about Kofi. Well, it's not who, not where. It's certainly not planned. It's spontaneous. It's just the situation. It just happens. Where I'm at - we're at. Sod it. I'm not saying this right at all. I know what I mean, but to explain it..."

"Jess, you said not planned, it's spontaneous, so you arranged to meet. You plan it, you arrange to meet in the park, you plan to meet at a set time--spontaneously? You even planned the night before--to be naked today? Well, Jess?"

"Yes, Pete, it was planned, but it didn't work and didn't do anything for me. Pete, love, I'll try to explain it again. First, rewind. Before we met, a naïve young virgin with a repressive mother, a father gone, 3 boyfriends at 19 years old, a total of 8 maybe 9 kisses, oh, and one crude grope of a tit. So I leave home to live in a dorm on site, and I have to share with a lesbian, Micky. Through Micky I learned a lot about sex, kissing, having orgasms, becoming an exhibitionist, and exposing my body accidentally or by design, both of which turned me on. Public displays of a sexual nature also turned me on. With Micky, I learned to enjoy snogging, having my nipples played with, even having them exposed in public, being sucked, pinched, or bitten, all watched by an audience. What a fucking turn-on."

I love music and enjoy dancing, and because of Micky, who, as a male-lesbian dressed masculine, preferred me very feminine, she loved to show off my body in lacy bras and panties. What a turn-on. She also hated tights, like stockings, and preferred hold-ups. That's why I love feminine underwear, and also why I'm an exhibitionist. Boy-o-boy, what a turn-on. I met you, a quiet, gentle, loving man who became my soulmate and taught me masculine sex. When you first made love to me, you made me a woman in that sense and used a cock, your cock, my first - and when you make love to me it's both masculine and feminine. You not only fuck me as a man, you love me as a woman. And boy, what a fucking turn-on that is. For you to be both to me, you've no idea."

"That's why, just recently, I loved that you allowed me to see the feminine side of you in here with me. that's not for the world to see. I don't want the whole 'lesbian' relationship with you. I don't want you in a full cross-dressed mode. You, femininized, are just for me, only for me, here in our home, and just as Micky did with me, I'd love to do with you, dress you all feminine - what a turn-on. Also, I believe it turns you on a bit too. I fucking loved that when you first wore the full underwear bit, 1st bra, 1st hold-up stockings, lacy pants, you tucked my little man away, making you even more feminine for me, shit, that turned me on so fucking much, then you go down on me, dressed. It's so fucking cute, and such a turn-on, fuck! Remember how hard you made me cum? Now tell me... me femininizing you. It's a turn-on?"

"Yes, it turns me on. Being whatever you want me to be is a turn-on. seeing your lust is a turn-on. and seeing others lust for you turns me on, Jess. But in the park, Jess, I didn't see your lust. I didn't see their lust. I was left out."

"I am coming to that, Pete. Last year in Turkey was the first time I heard about being exhibitionistic and going topless in public. I know everybody my age was, but me openly parading around, almost naked, that Brazilian bikini you bought me there. I've never worn the top. You let me freely dance, even with other men. You let me have my first-ever dance in the arms of a black man. That was a turn-on. Not the dancing so much, not the black man dancing per se, but you allowed me that freedom. That was the turn-on. If you could have, I'd have fucked you all night for letting me."

"Back home here, we went back to being a happy married couple. I was a happy wife for you, our sex life, the way you have always gotten around to being able to make me cum, the first time you went down on me, just like Micky. I thought everyone had sex like that. Men cum either in a girl's mouth, a turn-on, or her cunt, a bigger turn-on. A girl who cums, either by finger, tongue, or dildo, is a turn-on. On our anniversary weekend, we went away to Manchester, shopping and dining out. You took me to a nightclub where I was free to tease, expose my body, and show my lust if you liked. Boy, that was a turn-on. You and I were talking together about whom I should tease, flaunt my body to, and dance with. Then every time I checked with you, you were ok with me flirting. You even seemed more than turned on by my flirting with a black man. You allowed me to let Kofi, a stranger, a black man, molest me and my body in public. Omg, what a bloody turn-on that was. I was so fucking horny when we got back to the hotel, remember?"

"I had thought that Kofi might have been a freak, you know, not him himself, but his cock. It was freakishly huge to me. No normal man could be that big. I mean, no girl could take that, be fucked by that, or suck that cock. You bought me, George, at first too damn big, but well, remember when I lost him still working up inside me? Fucking hell, did I cum or what? And what a turn-on. Damn near passed out!"

"Margret came around here to talk. Remember they have problems? Well, it turns out Jon's dick is tiny, much smaller than yours, Pete, and no, I've not said anything to Margret. He can't even make it hard anymore. Well, I told you he embarrassed Margert at a function, dancing with some woman who'd had a tit job. Margret had her revenge by going out with some fella she knew. She gave him a blow job. Then she went home, climbed into bed, and Jon kissed her goodnight. He smelled cum on her breath, and they had a blazing row. They're all settled down now, and they're happy."

"Now, don't you dare mention this to anyone ever! I mean it, Pete, not even them. But Jon wears a device. It's kept locked and Margret has the key to it. She in turn has a couple of male friends with benefits. One even comes to stay overnight every couple of weeks or so, they fuck in the double bed. Jon sleeps in the spare room now. He makes them breakfast in bed and then sets to cleaning them both. Remember, Pete, not a bloody word!"

"You went to Belgium and came home, thankfully, bearing gifts. Red gifts. It was only then that I asked you to put the pants on for the first time. You looked so damn hot, it made me horny. We then ordered other stuff for you, then you shaved, became hairless for me, became a little more feminine, and began to wear undies every night for me. What a turn-on. you even wore them to work one day. Turned me on. You mentioned to me once about having visions, vivid dreams of me with other men, fucking other men, about me with black men, like Kofi, dreams of Kofi fucking me with that huge cock, me having big orgasms on his black cock, me riding his cock till it cums. Me calling on you to clean me up. That's nasty and so naughty. And visions about Kofi taking me to his dorm so I could be gangbanged by four big black cocks. You've said that you saw me fucking them and begging for more. That is so naughty!"

"We went out for an evening meal then on to a pub for a drink. Several things happened that evening: We had sex, meaning I gave you a blowjob before going out, naughty but a turn-on. After dinner we strolled together to the pub, passing a park. I spotted a wino sitting against a tree, bottle in hand. A naughty thought flashed through my mind. I'd get you to expose my bare bum to him. naughty, but a great turn-on because you were involved."

"In the pub, where we sat with you facing the door, I was facing three youngsters playing pool. One lad kept looking at me, smiling, and making eye contact. He mentioned to the other two something about my tits. Wearing that skirt that evening, it was easy to flash my thong at them. A turn-on. I needed to pee, so when you went to the bar I nipped upstairs to the ladies, realizing they'd looked up my skirt on the way up. A turn-on. When I sat having a tinkle and a naughty thought, shall I take my thong off? I started getting horny again--second thoughts, not the thong. I'm getting so wet I'd drip. Even worse, it might run down my leg. Fuck, what a turn-on. Okay then, it's the bra. off it came and into my bag, then coming out onto the landing above them, naughty, naughty, I'll just stand here to fix my lip gloss. So turned on I was soaked, and then when you came looking for me and saw me up there, two lads under me looked straight up at my dripping wet pussycat. I swear, I was damn close to agreeing to play pool with all three, with you watching. That's why we had to hurry home that night."

"That's when you introduced me to the big one for the first time when we watched that girl get fucked in public. Dancing with a black man, his big cock choking her, then fucking her in public with her spouse watching them with a hard-on. So fucking hot. The parallels aren't hard to see, are they, dear? And you suggested I practice using it, also saying I should name him. Another great turn-on is when your loving husband gives you a 10-inch realistic dark-skinned cock with veins and tells you to practice. That is so naughty of you. By the way, I have been practising. you may see the progress I've made if you've not left me or hated me."

"While you were away I did as you requested. I practiced. Besides that, I've done a fair bit of my course work so I can get qualified, done marking students' homework, and listened to Margret's problems, even until 1 am. I've kept house, done the washing, done two six-mile runs, swam 44 lengths, twice been to aerobics, only once to kickbox training, took my mother shopping and had a row. Wednesday decided to go for a run, then maybe kickbox training--a bit of me time. Then Wednesday afternoon went a bit skewwhiff, as I already told you, but that all happened on the spur of the moment, and just like Manchester and Kofi, the longer it went on, the more turned on I got, and the further I wanted it to go. Very naughty, I know. Same that night in the pub. the more that happened, the hornier I got, and the further I wanted it to go. And with you there, so bloody naughty."