MY PHOTO-FUCK IN THE PARK
written by:
Jillbaby

MY PHOTO-FUCK IN THE PARK

Copyright - ©2012 - By Jillbaby

I held up the short red dress that Brian had bought for me and asked me to wear that day.

"Do you really want me to go out naked under this? I asked Brian nervously. "It's so short and flimsy."

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This is another story about my time with my former boyfriend, Brian. As I explained previously, he was a self-employed technician, editing and formatting photographs and video for agencies. He was hoping to use his contacts to get me an audition for a job as a model with a top agency in the adult market. It was a difficult thing to achieve as the best agencies are flooded with photos and applications from attractive young women.

I was twenty-one then and at first I had been shocked by the idea of posing for porn photography. However, I was out of work because my previous employer had reduced its staff due to difficult times in the finance sector. I had a mortgage and was finding it impossible to get another well-paid job. So reluctantly, I began to warm to his idea because of the high earnings from such work.

Brian, who was a bit older than me, was very experienced sexually and had been introducing me gradually to a more adventurous sex life. He argued that as well as enjoying the swinging lifestyle, it would make me less inhibited about doing porn modeling.

I admit that by that time in my life I had developed a very demanding sex drive, so I didn't need an awful lot of persuading to go along with his kinky ideas - the sex games and group sex. I was a willing participant in the things he thought up for me.

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As I looked at the red dress, I felt, despite my objection, an undeniable thrill of excitement. I was definitely beginning to develop a taste for exhibitionism. Brian had a fetish about sharing me with other men. That included his enjoyment in showing me off in slutty revealing clothes. He kept persuading me to flash my pussy and boobs in public and even to this day, I still get a thrill from discreet flashing.

"Of course you don't need any underwear," he replied to my question with a chuckle. "It's a lovely warm day, and I have some very special plans for you. I'll explain later, but I can tell you that it involves photography and filming in the park."

Brian was building a portfolio of my photos for the agency and I knew that he wanted to add video footage.

I finished brushing out my long auburn hair, admiring how the copper streaks gleamed, and checked my make-up. With the thought of the camera in mind, I concentrated on my eyes. I carefully applied a black eye-liner, silver eye shadow, and dark, almost purple mascara to my long lashes. A touch of brown blush to my cheekbones and shiny red lipstick completed the war paint. My coral nail varnish was un-chipped and needed no touching up. As always, I applied a splash of my floral perfume around the tops of my thighs and breasts.

Since we would be doing some walking, spike heels were not an option. Fortunately, I had a pair of white sandals with a high wedge shaped cork sole which toned my legs almost as well as stilettos. The open straps showed off the matching coral pink of my toenails.

I looked back over my shoulder at the mirror. As I had feared, my ass and pussy were revealed when I made only the slightest bend. Not only that, but the loose oval neck drooped to show two-thirds of my breasts when I leaned forward.

"You'll get me arrested for public indecency," I laughingly protested.

"Don't worry, Jill...the policeman would be too busy enjoying the view to bother you."

We set out in his car through the early afternoon sunshine to a nearby public park. It covered an area of about two square miles, featuring a long narrow lake in the centre surrounded by various winding paths through trees and shrubs.

As we drove, Brian explained his latest bright idea. He was convinced that as well as being a photographic model, I could be a success in videos.

I sat in astonishment as he outlined what he had in mind. He wanted some video footage to show to the agencies and had persuaded a professional photographer friend to help. The idea was that two men plus the photographer would stage a scene in a quiet part of the park. The two would approach me, appear to chat me up and then we would fuck while being filmed.

Brian's theory was that this would give me an opportunity to show off my sexuality and to try some acting and posing. He was sure that my natural horniness would make me enjoy it and therefore it would look great on film and impress the agency.

"Hold on a minute," I protested. "You want me to be fucked by two strangers."

"Oh no...not strangers..." he assured me with a chuckle, "I know them."

"Ha, ha...very funny..." I yelled.

But even as I did, I realized that this was typical of his mindset and fetish. So long as he was sure that I wouldn't suffer any physical harm, he found it exciting for men to fuck me. Especially if he could watch, or view the filming.

Not for the first time I caught myself wondering just how much of my exploits were for his benefit rather than for my potential job as a model. But then I chided myself, for I knew that he was serious about helping me.

Unperturbed, he continued,

"Well, you've done it already with my pals, Gary and Bob."

My face reddened as I remembered the steamy fuck-weekend I had enjoyed with Brian and his two friends.

Brian continued - bubbling with enthusiasm as always,

"The men this afternoon are part-time models and I know they'll look after you. I really think that this is a good idea, Jill. You're such a hottie that it'll look great on video and be an important addition to your portfolio. And in any case, it's all part of the sexual experience and adventures that you're so keen to have," he added.

We continued driving in silence as I thought long and hard. I still felt a natural moral objection to what he was proposing but needless to say, the idea was also arousing me. Since my teens, I had been determined to explore my sexuality and Brian was definitely opening new horizons for me.

Under his guidance, I was now on a roller coaster of sexual exploration and although I still wasn't totally convinced about going into the porn industry, my doubts were increasingly weakening, especially while good jobs were still scarce.

I could feel my body responding to his proposal and my pussy was already beginning to cream. Okay, I told myself, let's get this on.

"By the way," Brian said, "I might have to go soon. I'm waiting for a call on my cell phone from a man who needs some urgent film processing work done. I'll have to dash as soon as I hear from him. But don't worry...the lads will get you home safely if I have to go."

I was still trying to take all this in when I realized that the car had stopped and that my tiny red mini-dress had slid back until my pussy was almost in view. Taking a deep breath, I pushed it down, brushed the hair from my eyes and stepped out into the car parking area.

Brian was looking as smart as ever in a gleaming white short-sleeved silk shirt, tan slacks and black loafers. His neatly cut fair hair shone in the sun and his blue eyes sparked and flashed with excitement. He took my arm and we walked towards the long boating lake. We were to meet the three men further along the lake as they would be coming from a different park entrance.

The park was busy and we weaved our way through the usual mixture of families with children and lovers clinging to each other. I noted that in my very short dress, I was receiving plenty of admiring glances from passing men; but gradually I began to feel less conspicuous. There was just a whisper of a breeze but it was sufficient to billow my hem occasionally and I had to be ready to hold it down.

As always, I was enjoying the caress of the warm breeze on my naked moist pussy and even nowadays, I still like to go without panties in warm weather.

From those early days with Brian, I developed a love of sunshine on my bare pussy. One of my favorite treats is to masturbate naked at home, with the sun shining on me through a window.

We reached an open fronted bar. It was surrounded by a pleasant grassy area and people were sitting drinking. Brian looked at his watch and, deciding that we were too early, thought up a typical caper. He ordered a large vodka tonic and ice and handed it to me in the plastic glass supplied.

"Go and sit over there and flash those young lads," he whispered, his breath quickening. "I'll stay over here and watch...have fun."

He bought me a magazine to pretend to read and, nerves all aquiver, I strolled across to sit among the lounging groups. I settled down and stretched out my legs nervously. I had done some flashing with Brian previously but had always worn a tiny thong.

I was very aware that the slightest movement would reveal my naked pussy under the short red dress. I had started to shave my pussy then at Brian's suggestion. This was going to be my first flashing of my naked pussy and I was caught between apprehension and a powerful sexual buzz. At least I knew that I had Brian nearby for protection if necessary.

In my seated position, I was revealing acres of long bare leg and soon I was getting a lot of attention from the male drinkers. I didn't want to encourage them to approach me so I avoided eye contact and pretended to concentrate on my magazine, as I glanced around from behind my shades.

The warmth of the sun and the alcohol relaxed my body nicely, although my stomach was bubbling with excitement. I noticed that a few men were eying me up and my clit started to firm.

I took a bottle of sun-oil from my shoulder purse, slipped off my shoes and started to spread oil on my legs. Inevitably, this attracted even more attention as eyes followed the progress of my hands. With my knees drawn up, I tried to tuck my dress between my buttocks for cover but it was so short that it wouldn't reach.

I settled for stretching forward to reach my ankles and lower legs. Of course, this meant that my dress neckline fell forward to give a nice view of my breasts to three young men sitting directly in front of me about ten yards away. I could see them nudging each other and nodding in my direction.

Their attention was arousing me and since I could see Brian sitting close by, I began to be more adventurous. I settled for raising one knee at a time for a brief rub of oil on my ankles or calves. I was sure that this would give very quick flashes of my pussy to anyone who was in the right position and watching at that instant.

One of the thrills I still get from flashing in a park is the way that men surreptitiously edge around to get into the best position to see up my skirt or down my blouse.

After a while, I lay back quivering with excitement from my display.

As I said, the compulsion to exhibit myself was beginning to appear in those days. Without warning, I was gripped by the desire to draw up my knees and display my wet pulsing pussy for a split second. I was dizzy from the sense of power that comes from knowing how much men enjoy getting a stolen glimpse of cunt.

My mind was spinning with fantasy images of the three fit young men in front of me dragging off my dress and giving me a good fucking.

Brian's words to me from our very early days together, rang in my ears. He had said,

"Jill, let's face it. You're the type of sexy nympho that sometimes needs more attention than just one man can give you and you have to accept that."

I was beginning to wonder if that was true. I had certainly tremendously enjoyed my session with Brian and his two friends.

Just then, a shadow fell over me,

"Do you mind if we join you?"

I opened my eyes to see the three young voyeurs looking down at me. I gave a little sob in my throat. Their approach was inevitable I realized, as my heart raced and I glanced around for Brian.

He had disappeared!

What the fuck...I thought, what was he up to? Was he still watching from somewhere, waiting to see what I would do?

"Sure...sit here by all means," I heard myself saying.

I was surprised at my bravado, fuelled by alcohol and the horny arousal from flashing. By then I had finished my large vodka and I was feeling the effects as they started to chat me up.

They were attractive, fit-looking lads and they made me laugh with their banter. It looked as if the grass had been cut recently and some long stalks were lying around. One of the lads had picked one up and got the bright idea of tickling me with the feathery seed head.

At first, he was just idly flicking my legs and bare feet but when I giggled and shivered at the tingly sensation they all started doing it, laughing and trying to see how much they could make me react.

It was only fun but of course there was a sexual undercurrent.  It was a substitute for touching me which they didn't dare risk at that stage.  The nearness of three fit young male bodies and the sensual touch from the stalks of grass were making me hornier than ever. I could see distinct lines of erections in their jeans as they sprawled beside me.

Their grass weapons began to move higher up my exposed thighs and along my bare arms. Then the lads became bolder and started flicking my breasts as I laughed and dodged. I was seated and of course my dress slipped up revealingly from time to time, as I moved. But I kept my legs together and they probably thought that I was wearing a tiny thong drawn up between my upper thighs.

Inevitably, my nipples had responded to my excitement and the pointed tips were showing clearly through my dress. They must have been encouraged when they saw the thrust of my nipples, and my breasts became a target for their playful flicks.

I ended up on my back as, with the confidence that comes from hunting as a pack, the youths edged closer. I could see the lines of their hardons in their tight jeans as they edged nearer. I glanced around but nobody seemed to be paying much attention to what seemed to be four young people having harmless fun. However there was no sign of Brian.

One of the men suddenly tickled the soles of my bare feet with his fingers. Reflexively, I drew up my knees and of course, he could see right up my dress. Unable to control himself, he muttered,

"Oh fuck...she's definitely not wearing panties..."

I was sure that at any moment they were going to suggest that we went somewhere and I was getting my excuses ready when Brian appeared at last,

"Sorry I'm late, darling," he called, with a big grin, and I was sure that he had been watching from somewhere, no doubt with a big hardon.

The looks of disappointment on the three faces were almost comical. I hurriedly pulled on my shoes, picked up my shoulder purse and said goodbye to the men.

"You took your time..." I told him but he just continued to grin.

"I'm sure you were enjoying yourself, you hussy...I bet your pussy's flooded."

I blushed, because he was right but noticing the bulge at his fly, I replied

"And what's that in your trousers, then...?"

"Okay...we'll call it a win-win then," he chuckled.

Eventually Brian and I left the busier area behind us and after about half a mile, we reached a bridge where we were supposed to meet the photographer and the two male models. The footbridge ran over a narrow neck of the long lake and numerous rented canoes and rowing boats were gliding past as we watched.

Brian's eyes lit up,

"Why don't you walk slowly over the bridge and give the boaters a treat?"

The narrow footbridge was only wide enough for two people to walk side by side. It had a security fence made of thin criss-crossed metal strips to allow small children to look down at the water, about twelve feet below. I quickly realized that the fence would give a clear view of my ass and pussy to the boaters below.

When I protested about what they would think, he pointed out that they would probably never see me again and that they were safely trapped on the water.

To encourage the voyeurs, Brian said that he would hide behind a tree so that I would appear to be alone. Of course, he encouraged me to pause and give a real treat.

Once again I experienced a surge of what was becoming a familiar blend of daring, embarrassment and of course, arousal.

I started out, aware that my dress covered the cheeks of my ass by only about three inches and that from below; people would be able to look up it. After walking along the bridge for a few yards, I stopped and leaned on the rail to watch an approaching rowboat with three men. Then I heard a whistle from behind and I looked around to the other side.

It came from a boat with two young couples. They would have a very nice view of my pussy from behind and the men waved and whistled while their female companions looked displeased. Smiling, I walked to their side of the bridge and waved back. One of the men nearly fell into the water as he craned his neck to look up at me.

As they disappeared from sight, I returned to the other side as the boat with the three men reached the bridge. They were rowing very quickly. I wondered if they were trying to reach the landing stage that I could see a bit further ahead, before their rental expired.

The two rowers had their backs to me but the third held a camera and was pointing it at me. Caught up in my afternoon of exhibitionism, I waved and parted my feet enticingly. For the few seconds it took for the boat to go out of sight under the bridge, he must have enjoyed a good view of my pussy as he gazed up at me.

With the angle of the sun, the bridge was casting a shadow across the men and with my sunglasses on: I couldn't make him out clearly, as the boat sped past. As it vanished under the bridge, a voice from the boat rang out over the water,

"Nice one, you hussy...thank you."

Just then, I saw Brian waving to me to return, and I hurried back. As I reached him, he was just finishing talking on his cell phone.

"Sorry Jill ...but I've got to dash ...that was the customer I told you about. He wants me at the studio right away. Our photographer and models should be on their way and with you soon. Just ask and they'll give you a lift home when they've finished. Enjoy the session...and be sure to be very naughty...I'll see you back at the flat...bye."

"Brian...but must you go...?" I started but he gave me a quick kiss and hurried off.

Slightly alarmed and feeling vulnerable I set off along the path in the direction from which the photographer should be coming. It had all happened so quickly and suddenly it dawned on me that I didn't know the names of the men I was to meet. Typical of bloody Brian, I fretted.

But then, I realized how horny I was feeling and felt a surge of confidence from the way that my body could attract the eager attention of men. To my surprise, I began to look forward with trembling anticipation to my first porn filming.

At that point, the path ahead curved inwards away from the edge of the lake and into a wooded area. I walked for a while but when there was no one in sight, I began to get nervous. I was just about to turn and head back to the busier part of the park when three men appeared from around the next bend.

It was a bit gloomy in the shade of tall trees but I could see that one carried a camera. So as they approached, I stopped and smiled at them. They also stopped and there was a pause before the one with the camera said,

"Ah, there you...are you ready for some photographs?" .

Ah, Brian's friends at last I thought, relieved that they seemed to be young and attractive.

"Brian had to go, I'm afraid...but we can carry on with the photography..." I said.

They looked at each other and the previous speaker said,

"So you don't mind some up-skirt shots...?"

I had expected something a lot more daring than that; but thought he was just being polite,

"Well that's the idea I'm told...but it's a bit public here, isn't it..." I replied.

Again, the men exchanged glances, and there was a pause before the one with the camera continued,

"That's great...there are some nice quiet spots further into these trees...come on...I'll show you. I'm Ron, and these two are Vic and Dave."

"I'm Jill, of course..." I replied nervously.

I had been expecting Brian to be with me for the filming and I began to feel unsure about the whole thing; but I didn't want to ruin Brian's arrangements and upset him after the trouble he had gone to.

We walked for a while up a grassy slope between flowering shrubs and trees. The men said very little and I felt very vulnerable in the short red dress with the plunging neckline. Eventually we arrived at a smooth grassy clearing.

"Okay...why don't you lean against that tree and just look into the distance...maybe play with your hair and I'll take a few shots," Ron said.

I assumed that this was just the opening of the action and did as he suggested. I took the opportunity to have a look at my companions.

They seemed to be in their late twenties or early thirties and were dressed in casual but expensive looking jeans and tops. Ron carried a camcorder as well as a compact digital camera

"How about sitting down and giving me some shots of your lovely legs?" Ron suggested after taking some photos.

Well this seemed very tame so far and I assumed that he just wanted to let me relax. Nervously I sat down on the short warm grass and felt it tickle the backs of my thighs. The dress was so short that part of my ass was on the grass. I only had to move my legs a little to reveal my naked pussy.

At first, I held my knees together with my legs tilted to the side. Despite my attempts at modesty, my usual horny reaction to flashing set my pussy creaming as the men watched intently. As I criss-crossed my legs, the dress slid back and thinking that Ron would expect some pussy shots, I made only a few ineffectual attempts to push it down. The sun was beaming down on me and when I felt its warmth strike between my legs, I was sure that they were getting a good view of my pussy.

Then things heated up.

The one named Vic stepped over to me and reached down to hoist me to my feet. He was not much taller than me, slim with black hair and piercing blue eyes. He had the air of confidence that I assumed models would develop.

"You're a little hottie aren't you? He murmured.

I took it that they would be recording dialogue as well as action and that the theme would be that I was out for some naughty action with a couple of male friends.

Before I knew what was happening his fingers had slipped the straps of my dress down my arms in one smooth motion. Then his hands were gently brushing back and forth over my already stiff nipples. Over his shoulder, I could see Ron homing in with the camcorder and I assumed that the action had started.

I told myself to relax and imagine that I was with two lovers instead of starring in a porn clip with two strangers. As Ron focused the camera, he wasn't giving me any directions and I presumed that I was supposed to behave spontaneously.

I didn't struggle as Vic kissed me - and he turned out to be very good at it. His tongue caressed my lips before parting them and dancing inside my open mouth. I shivered, my arousal starting to soar.

In another scarcely noticeable move, he had my dress on the grass around my ankles and I was naked in his arms. He slowed to savor each of my breasts, covering them in tiny kisses and swirling his tongue across my nipples.

I had almost forgotten about the presence of the photographer and the other man and my eyes were tightly closed. I was so excited that I thought my heart would burst. This seemingly was a fulfillment of all the favorite aspects of my fantasies - public sex with strangers and being photographed too.

Then he was kneeling before me. As if mesmerized by the smoothness of his approach, I held his head passively as he kissed my thighs and eased my legs apart. When his face plunged into my pussy, I was already very wet and I knew he would be breathing in my heavy musk built up by my flashing.

My moisture eased the way as his tongue squeezed inside me with short, stabbing thrusts. My moans were real and not for the camera as I locked my fingers in his dark slightly greasy hair. His tongue curled inside me, lapping along my walls and then slid out to work up my damp slit until it reached the top and found my clit.

As soon as he touched it, I began to shudder. He alternated between gliding his tongue tip over my swelling gland and changing to a hard pressure. Meanwhile his fingertips were flicking and squeezing my nipples. Then his hands fell to my hips and he lowered me to the ground in a smooth powerful move as I clung to his head for support.

When I released his head, I opened my eyes to see him taking off his pants as Ron hovered with his camcorder. Dave had already removed his jeans. I felt a pang of guilt but tried to tell myself that this was for my possible future career.

I was a bit puzzled at not receiving any acting direction or being told what to say. I wasn't sure if it was just meant to be an MMF fuck on the grass among friends, or if I was supposed to have been picked up and seduced.

However, I stopped worrying because it was so exciting and erotic. The grass felt a bit prickly on my bare skin but that somehow added to the thrill of an outdoors fuck. I often think that my taste for sex in the open - preferably with a stranger, was born that day.

Vic grabbed my ankles and pulled them into the air until they rested on his shoulders. Dave dropped down beside us and began sucking and stroking my breasts. I felt a hard cock push against me, and I was so wet from my juices and his saliva that Vic was able to penetrate me easily with one long thrust.

I grunted as he completely filled me. I hadn't had a chance to see his cock but he certainly felt big. More importantly, he knew how to pleasure a woman. He started slowly, almost leisurely, his cock drawing almost all the way out of me and lingering for an instant before inching back until he was all the way inside me again.

Perversely, I began to long for a more violent fucking in keeping with the scene as I had imagined it. I wanted that big cock to plough me a bit faster.

Soon my hips were writhing against him, seeking more friction on my greedy pussy walls. My movements seemed to set him off and his hips moved faster. He was pounding me hard now, his hands pushing back my thighs and then pulling on them to meet each lunge of his body. Each time he filled me, I was tilted back with my ass off the ground.

I trembled as he buried himself all the way inside me, the head of his cock slamming against the roof of my cunt, time after time. Dave was still working on my breasts but neither of them was touching my straining clit.

Even as I gloried in the ripples of pleasure washing through me, I felt the inevitable hunger to cum. I knew that even at the height of my arousal, I wouldn't be able to cum without my clit being stroked and I didn't see that happening as the men sought their own pleasure.

Eventually I felt Vic spurt into me as his warm semen coated my walls. In the height of my passion, like a true slut, I was immediately looking forward to the next cock that would fuck me.

Vic released my legs and slipped out of me and Dave immediately replaced him between my legs, his long hard cock bobbing.

"That was sweet...very fucking sweet..." Vic murmured as he lay beside me, before adding with a chuckle, "Do you get fucked in this park often?"

"She's certainly enjoying this," Dave chuckled as he poised his cock at my sloppy opening.

I wasn't able to think very clearly as I awaited it, but I assumed that the words were meant as part of the video. Unfortunately I couldn't think of anything to say and was panting too heavily anyway. Why didn't Ron given me some direction?

This time there was no attempt at foreplay. Dave knelt between my legs, bent them back all the way until my feet pointed up at the sky and positioned his thin but lengthy cock at my oozing pussy. He forced a groan from me as, without ceremony, he slammed it all the way into me. The breath was forced out of me with the first impact and I wondered if he was a touch sadistic as he must have known that his long cock could cause discomfort in that position.

However, when he started to fuck me hard, in a relentless frantic rhythm that made me gasp with every thrust, my pussy stretched to accommodate him. Each impact with the very top sent a shock of pleasure all the way to my toes. This was raw, animal sex with no personal involvement; only the needs of our linked bodies.

He was fucking me harder and faster and my gasps changed to moans as the intense pace overwhelmed me. When I opened my eyes I could see my bare feet above my head, bouncing in the air as he relentlessly pounded into me.

My head was spinning as I moaned uncontrollably. I knew that I wasn't going to cum just from his cock, and instinctively reached down to feel for my clit. It was fully erect and I stroked around it rapidly, wanting to cum before Dave finished.

The pleasure from the second fuck in quick succession was almost unbearable as everything combined in a stomach-churning storm of sexual stimulation. I could feel the semen from Vic being squeezed out in a foaming stream and running down over my ass.

Finally, I was hit by a blast of ecstasy from my clit as I erupted into a powerful orgasm.

Totally oblivious to the risk of being heard by anyone nearby, I screamed repeatedly as Dave's thrusting cock prolonged my climax, on and on. Ignoring the scratchy grass under my ass, I pressed down with the small of my back and thrust my pussy against the cock that was filling me. The clutching contractions of my cunt sucked at his cock greedily, unwilling to release it.

Just as my orgasm was ending, I felt Dave's cock explode deep inside me with a hot blast of cum. I opened my eyes to stare up at his face, contorted with pleasure as he loomed over me on braced arms. When his eyes opened, he grinned down at me, triumphantly. Then he looked over his shoulder at Ron, and said breathlessly,

"I hope you got some good footage of me fucking this hottie... and making her cum."

I heard the squelch as he withdrew from my still clinging pussy and then Ron loomed over me, naked from the waist down exposing a lean firm abdomen, and holding his erect cock instead of his camcorder.

I was surprised but I frankly confess that, despite having cum, I was still completely overwhelmed with lust. I just wanted the delight to continue and I quickly assumed that one of the others would be doing the filming. It was only my second experience of multiple partners and my body was totally out of control.

The feel of the grass beneath me, the dappled sun on my naked body and even the sense of danger when I occasionally heard voices in the distance all added to my sexual euphoria. I had been taken to an intense level of voluptuous sexual pleasure that was completely new to me then; greater even than my first MMMF sex with Brian and his friends in the safety of my flat. I desperately needed to cum again.

Ron spread my thighs looped my legs over his shoulders and entered me more gently than the first two. His chest brushed against my breasts as he took his weight on his forearms on either side of my head and started a steady probing and writhing movement. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he concentrated on his pleasure; fucking me skillfully with clever movements of his hip.

I could feel wetness on the insides of my thighs and ass as a mixture of my juices and two lots of cum squished out of me and ran down onto the grass beneath me.

He filled me to the top with each plunge and sometimes when he was fully sheathed in me, he held his cock steady and swayed against me stretching the walls of my cunt. Suddenly I realized that as he leaned over me, his pelvic bone was rubbing against my clit as he forced his shaft as deeply into me as he could.

Most unusually, my clit was being stimulated with just fucking. Of course, I had been taken to a very high level of stimulation from the two previous fucks and after a brief rest, my clit always recovers quickly. To my amazement and joy, the beginnings of another orgasm were stirring in my groin.

As every nerve end became ultra-sensitive, I was startled when he shook his head and heavy drops of his sweat suddenly landed on my face. In my hyper-arousal, the action was very sensual and macho. My mind seemed to lurch into a fantasy of being taken and ravaged mercilessly and I even hoped that the previous two would fuck me again.

That thought added to my arousal as his pubes brushed my protruding clit. I could feel my cunt contract and grip viciously for a second and then I came very hard. As the passion of the moment washed over me, my toes curled and my fingernails stabbed into his shoulders.

As the first violent wave of my second orgasm hit me, I heard myself utter one sharp scream that changed to a series of weird gurgles. I hooked my ankles around Ron's neck, drew myself up and held my quivering body against him as my fierce orgasm continued; driven on by the friction from his pumping cock.

When my contractions faded, my legs went limp and my thighs flopped against my breasts. I lay motionless like a rag doll as Ron continued to fuck me hard and fast. My head was reeling but although I was still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, I had time to think that my responses to the fucking would look good on the tape. Of course, I hadn't needed to do any acting.

Ron's movements became jerky and I recognized the familiar signs of an oncoming orgasm. He froze, threw his head back and uttered a loud animalistic growl. I felt the warmth of his spunk flooding my cervix as he held me hard against his cock. After it subsided, he pulled out with nothing but a grunt.

All at once, I was mentally and physically drained and I lay in a stupor with my eyes closed. The sun felt pleasant on my naked skin and my body throbbed and tingled with relaxed sensuality.

Strange as it may sound, for a brief spell I lost track of where I was and of what I was doing. After all, I had just enjoyed three vigorous fucks and had cum twice in a short space of time. Eventually I opened my eyes to see that the three men were fully dressed. Suddenly I was aware that I was sprawled naked with my pussy leaking globs of cum. Embarrassed, I reached for my dress and pulled it on,

"Is that it?" I asked nervously. "Did you get what you needed?"

"Oh we got that alright babe," Dave chuckled and the other two laughed.

"Yes, thanks Jill...that was fucking marvelous..." Ron said as they started to move away.

"Hold on," I called, "what about giving me a lift home? Brian might be back by now."

The men looked at each other shiftily,

"Sorry babe...but we're in a hurry," said Ron, looking at his watch. "Maybe we'll see you here again."

"But Brian said..." I started.

My words were ignored as the three men disappeared among the trees.

What the fuck...I thought, as I sat there, my mouth hanging open and my inner thighs slathered in drying cum. With typical bad luck, I hadn't brought my own cell phone and so couldn't ring Brian to complain about the lack of a lift.

I got up, brushed the dried grass from my legs and dress and ran a comb through my hair. After stuffing a couple of tissues into my pussy to stem the leaking cum, I set out on shaky legs for the park entrance.

There were still plenty of people around and again I received plenty of lecherous looks from men as I tried to keep my tiny dress from showing off my assets. I hailed a taxi at the park entrance, and on the journey to my flat, I was fuming at Ron for not taking me home after the filming as I had been promised.

When I arrived at the flat, Brian was there and greeted me with a worried expression.

I started up,

"I'm angry at your friends..." but he interrupted me,

"I'm so sorry Jill...You should have taken your cell phone and then I could have let you know about the cancellation...I'm so sorry...but I wasn't able to warn you ..."

I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped. Hold on, I thought, are we talking about the same thing?

He continued, "I was well on my way back to the studio when Peter phoned to say that he couldn't make it today...so unfortunately without your phone, I couldn't let you know, I'm really sorry."

My first confused thought was: who the fuck is Peter?

And then with a sinking feeling, it what had happened that afternoon became clear to me. Of course, the real photographer hadn't turned up and it had been those guys in the boat who had fucked me!

They must have got off at the nearby landing stage and met me by chance or looked for me in hope. After my performance on the bridge, they would have assumed that I was up for a good fucking.

I felt a stab of guilt as a tiny voice nagged at me that, deep down, I had my doubts about what was happening but I was too caught up in my sexual greed to take them seriously.

Then with the typical defense mechanism that grips us all from time to time, I transferred the blame to Brian. If he had stayed with me instead of rushing off, it wouldn't have happened. Also, he could have left his cell phone with me.

As I stood with my mind whirling, I realized that he had asked me a question. I gazed at him blankly, until he repeated it,

"Anyway...where have you been all this time?" He asked accusingly. "Why didn't you come home?"

Suddenly I wanted to laugh hysterically. With an effort, I managed to restrict it to a chuckle. The fact was that I had enjoyed, what was at that time, the most exciting sexual episode of my life.

Fuck him, I thought. He was a wonderful sexy man but could be a selfish bastard at times. Because of his neglect, I might not have come out of the incident so well.

I knew that he would have loved to hear, over and over again, every tiny detail of my experiences today while he fucked me. I made up my mind; revenge is sweet after all.

I smiled at him,

"Well darling... I just sort of fucked around in the park for a while...but it was very enjoyable. I wouldn't have missed this afternoon for anything."

I never did tell him what happened.

THE END By Jillbaby