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Slut Girlfriend

She was just perfect, slim with enough shape to look good in almost anything. I’ve dated good-looking girls before but none of them had been as comfortable with their own bodies as Liz was. She had come out of the shower and dropped her towel leaving her gloriously naked. Those long slim legs and round firm tits. She pulled on a pair of panties and then went to make a cup of tea; god doesn’t that girl ever get dressed. She just had the most perfect tits I had ever had my hands on although I’ve no idea what size they are and Liz probably doesn’t either. She doesn’t ever wear a bra and I suspect that doesn’t even own one. The last time she wore one was at school and that was a 32A but she says she has grown a bit since then.

“We doing anything today?” she asked sipping her hot tea.

It was Sunday, bright and sunny.

“Yeah we could do,” I replied stretching lazily.

“You have a your shower and have a think of somewhere to go,” she said. “I’ll finish this then I’ll get dressed.

Her getting dressed on a warm sunny day like this meant something scanty. She wasn’t being sexy it was just the way she was. I came down from my shower and surprisingly she was quite decent. Her shorts weren’t that short and her button up top was buttoned up.

“We’ll have lunch in that little Pub we both like, then we’ll watch the cricket on the green,” I announced.

“The lunch sounds ok,” she smiled “but the cricket sounds a bummer unless I get to play with some of the players.”

“You do what you want,” I said with a big smile.

“Well, if we are going to laze about on the village green, I could catch some sun and a few lustful stares too,” she said with a smile. “So in that case I’ll go and put a bikini on under this

Lunch was perfect we lingered over a pint of local real ale and a Ploughman’s lunch. Then about two we wandered across the road to watch the village green cricket match. We found a nice place under an old oak tree where there was a little shade for me.

“Mmm, this’ll do fine,” she said and she spread out her blanket.

Off came her top and shorts and she was left in that was for her a modest bikini. Out of the back of the car I fetched a folding chair and a flask of hot coffee. The game started soon after but I could see that for most of the time the players were looking over at us, well at Liz anyway. If they thought that her swimming costume was nice they should see her in one of her more skimpy bikinis. She rolled over and unclipped her top and every guy on or off the field held their breath and looked over to see.

At about five or so Tea was called and a gang of players came over to see if we wanted some and to ogle at Liz who by this time had enough of the sun and put her sun top back on but leaving her bikini top off. We both accepted a plate of sandwiches and a cup of tea.

“Some of those guys are cute,” she said once they had departed.

“Are they, I didn’t notice,” I said.

“Perhaps I should pop over there later and see what I can find,” she giggled.

“I’ll tell you exactly what you will find,” I said.

“Oh yes,” she looked up at me, her face a picture of innocence.

“As many hard cocks as you can throw a stick at,” I said.

“But I don’t want to throw any sticks,” she giggled. “Can I please?”

I don’t have any hold over her and it was nice when she asked my permission to be naughty.

“Please just a couple of the younger ones,” she said.

“Ok, but be careful,” I said.

She got up and brushed herself down and wandered off towards the pavilion. I watched her go and in truth the view of her back was just as nice as her front. She one of those rare girls who are so graceful they seem to glide along, float even. I watched her until she was out of sight then I poured myself a new cup of coffee and bit into one of the ham sandwiches.

A little later the teams came out for the next innings and the game started again. I had finished my coffee and now waited for her to reappear. I was getting slightly worried when I spied her trim figure exit the pavilion and walked towards me. She didn’t look any different until she got closer when I noticed that only a few of her top buttons were done up.

“All right,” I asked as she lay down at my feet. “Have a nice time.”

“Mmm, lovely thanks,” she sighed and stretched out before me.

I suppose I’ll get the full story later but for now she was content just to soak up some more sun.


The ride home was made in silence but a comfortable silence, each deep within our own thoughts.

“Bags I first dibs at the shower,” she laughed and stripped off her clothes in the hallway and ran upstairs.

Later after a half bottle of rose wine she was laying with her head on my lap the rest of her just about covered with a thin dressing gown.

“Thank you for today,” she sighed.

“That’s ok,” I said, for every day she was in my company was something to treasure.

“Everything was perfect,” she sighed again. “The lunch, the sun those young boys all eager to please, just perfect.”

I waited for her story to come out but I wasn’t coming to ask.

“They were so cute,” she giggled sexily, “I doubt if any of them were even shaving yet but they could still get their cocks nice and hard for me.”

I reached out and slipped my hand under her gown and gently squeezed her breasts.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she sighed. “I think I fell in love with your hands before I fell in love with you.”

Well I was gobsmacked; she had never uttered words like ‘love’ before. I knew she like me, liked being with me but love was a four lettered word.

“What are those words to the song, ‘I want a man with slow hand’,” she said. “Well that’s what you’ve got, not like those boys this afternoon.”

“Yeah,” I encouraged.

“Talk about eager,” she giggled, “first tits they got their hot hands on I’ll bet. Don’t stop, I just love your hands on me.”

I wasn’t aware that I had stopped but I found I was holding my breath just waiting for her to fill in the details.

“I suppose you want to hear all the hot and disgusting details,” she giggled. “Well I suppose I should after you were so nice in letting me go in the first place. You know a lot of guys wouldn’t have allowed it.”

“Is that so?” I said.

“Yeah, they get all possessive which is silly,” she mused. “Cause if I wanted to I could sneak off behind your back and do anything I wanted. With you, you know I’m here because I want to be.”

“Is that right,” I said.

“Yeah, ok, where was I, oh yes, their hot hands,” she said. “There was only two of them, all young and eager. I’ve said that before haven’t I, sorry.”

“That’s ok,” I said.

“Ok, just two of them, young and fresh and totally unsullied,” she said. “I lured them out the back so that we could be alone. That was the easy part, the hard part was not having every other guy there tagging along. God but they were eager though, almost tearing at my clothes. Actual they did tear at my clothes, ripped a couple of buttons off my top.”

“Oh,” I said.

“Yeah, then they almost ripped my bikini briefs too,” she said. “Anyway I pushed them off and removed it myself, then I lay down on the grass and spread my legs. God you should have seen their eyes, nearly popped out of their heads.”

“I’ll bet,” I commented, for she keeps herself completely shaved down below.

“They stood there like statues, just staring,” she giggled. “In the end I had to grab one of their hands and pull him down on top of me. He pushed his hardness into me and it felt so nice, I think he lasted all of two pumps before he was spurting in me; poor dear.”

“Oh,” I said.

“Made up for it second time around though,” she said.

“Good,” I said for something like that could scar a young lad’s life.

“Of course luckily I had cock number two to deal with,” she said. “Just as soon as his buddy had stopped twitching and rolled out of the way he took over. He lasted much longer; all of four pumps.”

“Oh,” I said again.

“Yeah, but they both performed really well second time around,” she said, “It was really nice, their young smooth bodies flexing and straining, god I’m getting hot again. They were both hard again almost immediately and this time it took them a long time.”

“Yes I was getting a little worried,” I confessed.

“Worried, you thought I had been sold in to slavery or something?” she asked.

“No of course not,” I said, “but you might have bitten off more than you could chew.”

“There’s nothing I can’t chew,” she giggled. “Talking about chewing, can I have yours in my mouth now; I want to feel you spurt.”

“Sure,” I said.

“I really had a nice come today, not one of my mind blowing ones, you know were I nearly pass out, but a nice one anyway, so I really don’t want to come again,” she said, “I’m more than satisfied in that department; now I just want to make you happy and contented.”

There was no rush; she slowly used her lips and tongue on my cock while I gently kneaded her fine tits. At last I felt the buzz as my orgasm approached and I just let it go and pumped my sperm into her waiting mouth.

“Mmm, you taste as nice as ever,” she sighed.

“And you feel as nice as ever,” I replied.

“Thank you my love,” she said with a sigh of contentment. “Thank you for such a lovely day.”

“Yes it was a lovely day,” I agreed.

Story by Jax

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