Chapter 2915 Pussy, Cock & Cum:>Ep17
- I shrugged my shoulders. To me it mattered less. I had now fucked -- a lot -- there was no longer the pressing need to 'find out what it's like.' I would be content with any sexual fun which came along. It would be good to see how Jen and Mike were doing. Good to see just how big Jen had grown. She couldn't be far off her time now. It'd be good enough to see her baby bump in the flesh, see my reaction to a heavily pregnant woman -- my sexual reaction -- perhaps be permitted to ejaculate over her bump. That'd be good -- something different. My girls (yes, there had been two of them) had been slim, delightful, but I had thought -- thought of that different, that real femininity of pregnancy. Had I perhaps developed a bit of a kink? And what of new mothers with milky tits? Well, there can't be many men who do not want to suckle from a lovely pair of boobs, can there? Yes, I'd fucked, but, of course, I still wanted to fuck Jen. Share doing it with Pete and Jen's husband. Share the duties with our big cocks all out in the open, peeled and ready -- taking it in turns to slip into Jen and finally... Yeah, really filling her up! All three. That would be good.
- They were there. We could see them through the trees. An appointment made back in September kept. A meeting inked into Jen's diary, something like, '11.30am. Meet woodmen. Usual place. Cock play.'
- It was not like the summer. The lovely warmth that encouraged nakedness, not there. No wind, at least no cooling breeze within the wood. A stillness there, not felt when crossing the fields. We did not think we really could strip and walk towards them naked as before. Clear, they too were clothed. But should we get our cocks out? Was that expected? Pete and I unzipped, extracted, and walked. It was at least, in that, like before, us walking towards Jen our cocks erect and exposed, our balls out and hanging. And Mike's penis was out of his trousers too -- and hard. Still large, still with that coal scuttle look tinged with purple. Yes, the woodmen meeting properly -- in their way. So right in that wood, in the special glade.