Quantum Fuck: 24> A flash of ass
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: What with all the scintillating sex that Sarah and myself had enjoyed during the previous week in Ibiza, you may think that I would be taking it easy the second week of my holiday with some R & R. Far from it, as I visited a local park...!

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"So, Julie, what are your plans for next week?" Sarah enquired of me, as we made our way to the Gatwick express terminus, there to board a fast train journey to central London. As with last year, I was looking forward to visiting one or two local parks and seeing what developed. Maybe leap into the body of a woman as she sunbathed, although I couldn't tell Sarah that.

"If you mean, am I looking forward to some rest and relaxation after our eventful trip, well, no," I rejoined, and left it at that.

What with us both heading for destinations on different lines, when we disembarked at London Bridge, we said our goodbyes, accepted a friendly kiss and departed with a wave. The holiday had been both memorable and enjoyable, thanks to Sarah and her friend, the one who had offered us the use of his time-share. However, it was now back to my apartment for me, there to unpack my suitcase...!

Poor weather the first two days had dissuaded me from venturing out to a park. I did, however, on the second evening, visit a noteworthy club and managed to, with my usual ease, pick up a couple of guys who made up for the day's disappointment.

Wednesday morning, I awoke to the sound of my radio alarm. My pussy and ass were still nicely throbbing from the reaming they'd received from Steve's and Trevor's masterful long thick cocks. I also felt the warm sun streaming through my roller blind, which encouraged a smile as I emitted a morning yawn in the prospect at finally being able to visit a local park.

With the kettle on for a 2-mug pot of tea, I went to the bathroom and did my morning business. Having made the tea, I then returned to the bathroom where I had a stripped wash. Although my body wouldn't be having the sex, I nonetheless keep myself clean, just in case; it's a long day, and a horny slut such as I can never know exactly what may otherwise come her way. Besides which, holiday breaks and Bank holidays are generally the only times I get for daytime fun and frolics (fucking).

Dressed in a white towelling robe for when I had breakfast and watched some inspiring porn on my 32 inch HD TV, I cut up half a red grapefruit into eight segments and put that along with a bowl of breakfast cereal, spoons, sugar, milk and a mug of tea on a tray and then carried it into my lounge.

Just over a year ago, I'd bought a set top box with two receivers in it and 500GB of space. It also had a USB port at the front, which allows me to copy MP3 music and MP4 video files onto it; those I download from Erotic Stories.com.

With breakfast over, and feeling ever more horny after watching Lauren Phoenix and two guys, I returned the tray to the kitchen and poured my second mug of tea, which I took with me to my bedroom, there to get changed for my day's outing; it being almost 11am.

Too warm for underwear, I nevertheless covered myself up with a light blue short sleeve top that had a horizontal yolk and a pastel pink skirt that came to just above my knees. Looking through my array of shoes, I chose a cork heel pair that covered the foot below my sticking out toes and buckled up across the upper ankle.

Exceptionally pleased with the way I looked in my wardrobe mirror, I emitted a lustful smile before collecting my spare apartment key and heading out of the front door.

As I may have mentioned before (see chapter 10, and this link: http://www.lewisham.gov.uk/inmyarea/openspaces/parks/Pages/ladywell-fiel ds.aspx), the local park is quite spacious, so much so that it actually comprises some three areas that are separated by two railway bridges. Of these, the second one is the smaller, and so it's ideal for what I had in mind, as few people would be there; it's more of a walk through betwe en the two larger parks, but reasonable in size all the same.

Walking through the main park, I noticed children, some with a parent, playing; it being school's summer holiday. Not long afterwards, I was climbing the footbridge. The very one beneath which I, in Jenny's body, was fucked by a trio of young lads. What a quite naughty slut Jenny was, I recalled, as I made my way along the bridge itself.

Stood at the top, I took in the prospects. Over to the right, there were two workmen who had their shirts unbuttoned and hanging down over their jeans, each one displaying a healthy six pack. On the left side, and garnering their occasional attention, was a young looking woman who was propped up on her arms as she read the magazine she'd brought with her. In such situations, I much prefer an erotic novel, but, to each their own.

‘Perfect,' I thought, especially considering what little she wore - on top at any rate.

Having made my way down the steps, I drew up my skirt and climbed over the low railings off to the right. I then made my way to the wall at the back, which keeps people from climbing onto the railway tracks behind it, and sat down with my back against the stone. Then, within the blink of an eye, I was in the woman's body.

As I expected, she had no panties on under her short yellow skirt. ‘Clearly a bit of an exhibitionist,' I thought, while the yellow boob-tube type top just about covered her tits. ‘What had caught her interest?' I wondered, as I looked at the magazine article she had been reading.

‘That's interesting,' my mind exclaimed, having noticed a pair of lists that stood out from the normal size text. Each one listed the top five male and female fantasies. Although four of them were identical, though not all in the same order, the unique female fantasy, which was at the top of the list, was: ‘Sex with a stranger'. Something I aspire to in my personal life. The men's unique fantasy, which was third on the list, was: ‘Watching people have sex'. That rather explains why men watch porn, or admit it more freely than women. Reading some more, I noticed the information came from ‘Masters & Johnson', an indication that the research findings related to the US.

Deciding to observe the men's attention, I looked through my host's bag for a mirror of sorts. ‘Well, well, well,' I thought, having taken out not one but two bottles of oil; one a sun protection oil while the other was clearly a sex oil from the words ‘cherry flavour' on the front of it. It doesn't take a genius to realise that my host likes a stiff cock up her ass, I surmised. ‘Ah, there we are,' I mindfully exclaimed, as I found and took out her compact mirror.

‘Yep, they're still looking,' I noticed, but I wanted more.

‘I know,' I quickly surmised, and subsequently returned the three items to her bag.

Pretending there was a wasp buzzing around, I flitted and flapped my hand and arm around, as if shooing it away. Continuing behind me, and hoping they noticed, I flapped around my lower back and then that of my skirt, which, once I'd finished, I drew up the backs of my thighs, enough that the sun's warmth bathed the exposed flesh just below the rise of my ass cheeks. To further get their attention, I motioned my feet further apart. ‘That should do it,' I commended myself - I didn't have long to wait.

As if a shadow had fallen over my host's body, the lack of sun on my legs told me they were stood behind me.

"A pretty woman like you, shouldn't be exposing herself, so," intoned a man's soft voice.

"No, especially around this time of the day, when the sun's quite intense," uttered the second.

"I brought some oil with me. I intended to put it on, but I got caught up with this interesting magazine article. Would either of you care to do it for me?" I said, holding out the bottle of sun oil for them.

Accepting it from me, I pretended to continue reading the article. Moments later, I felt an oily hand on the back of each leg smear and massage the sun oil over my host's exposed skin. ‘Thank-you,' I said, as they continued to apply the oil over the back of my shins and presently my host's knees, before pausing to apply some more to their hand.

"What's the article about?" one of them enquired.

"Male and female fantasies. Apparently, of the five..." I outlined what I'd read, just as they began smoothing the oil along and over my lower thighs.

Somewhat hoping my frankness would be enough to entice them further, I was surprised when they didn't venture any higher.

"No need to be shy on my account," I said, and with that, I reached for below the waistband of my host's skirt and gave it a short upward tug. Although I knew her pussy lips wouldn't be visible, they nevertheless caught a glimpse of her naked ass cheeks and the crack in between them.

"Would you be ever so kind as to put some along the inside of them," I intoned, now with my head turned part-way back over my right shoulder at the cute blond workman.

Looking from me to his mate, he emitted a knowing smile, one he then directed towards me as he, they both of them, applied some more of the oil to their hand.

Starting from my knees, I decided to put on an otherwise lurid show; they were, after all, blocking out the view of anyone passing by while we were on the far side from where the path ran. I moved my legs further apart. That caused the back of the skirt to drop between my host's thighs and so I quickly hitched it up higher. It was now a race between them to see who would make it to my rather moist cunt first.

"Emn, yes," I moaned, as part oily fingers slid inside my host's pussy while the other one's toyed with her ass crack, seeking out her tiniest of openings.

"Are you, emn, more, alright to take a break," I moaned, as their fingers went to work on my sex holes.

"Sure, but where. Do you live close by?" enquired the one with his fingers in my host's ass.

"There are some secluded areas over the back," I informed them, my body too caught up with the pleasure it was receiving to point it out.

In the first part of the park, there is a stream that has a couple of small islands along it. Behind those, there is a large spacious river bank, one where I've taken men on numerous occasions, mostly at night.

"Come with me," I said, having they removed their fingers and we all stood up.

Beyond where they had been working, an area which had been cordoned off, there was a low fence with a large undergrowth some three meters behind it. No sooner had we gotten out of sight of anyone passing by than I was pushed up against a wall and my boob top was pulled up.

"You're quite the tease," exclaimed the blond haired one. As with last year, I didn't get their names. Therefore, I've called the blond haired one Tony and his short brown haired colleague, Dave.

"Pull them for me," I said, as they grabbed a tit each, my hands searching for the firmness of a cock.

Now sucking them, I heard the distinct sound of metal zips being slid down and was soon pleasantly rewarded by the feel of a warm hard cock in each of my hands. Both were thick and long, I couldn't help but be thrilled, as I slowly stroked my hands up and down their warm firm length.

Releasing my hard moist right nipple, Tony raised the hem of my host's skirt and tucked it in the waistband. He then, and in full view of us, slid his fingers inside my dowsed pussy and began frigging it quite ardently. I'd seen this in a few porn clips. The force being sufficient enough to make the woman squirt.

Within mere moments, my body was experiencing a profound climax, followed by a translucent like fluid gushing from my host's pussy and spilling down my trembling thighs. I was awash with the warm liquid, even as they helped me to kneel down. Having made me squirt, I don't think I could have remained standing for much longer; besides which, I was longing to get a cock between my lips and down my throat, and theirs were plenty long enough for that.

"You're a hungry young woman," exclaimed Tony. What with the time it took them to approach my host, I wasn't sure how long I had left, and so I forewent the usual niceties of licking their cockheads and instead went straight for sucking Tony's bell end while I stroked them both.

"As I'm sure you've gathered, I'm quite the slut," I rejoined, before turning my attention, next, to Dave.

Understanding what I'd said, he placed his hands on the back of my host's head and slowly, at first, urged me to suck on the length. Although I resisted to begin with, I presently accepted more of his cock meat between my host's lips. Eventually, they were pressed against Dave's groin while his cockhead was lodged inside my throat. Thankfully he gave me enough room so that I could extend my tongue and lick his ball sac.

"My cock's in the slut's throat," he bragged to Tony.

"Here, you have a go," he averred, before slowly releasing me. When his cock plopped from my mouth, Dave shook the saliva strands that hung from it onto my tits only for it to be joined by that which hung from my lip and chin. I quickly made an issue of smearing it over them as I turned to accept Tony's cock back into my mouth.

He, on the other hand, was more one for fucking my face and throat, rather than holding me to him. All the same, and as I held my hand against the side of his thigh, I stroked Dave's cock obligingly.

"You want to get a taste of our cum before we fuck you?" intoned Dave.

I wasn't sure if he was talking for Tony or himself; I wasn't stroking him that vigorously.

"If you want to. I don't mind," I rejoined, before returning my attentive mouth to Tony.

Maybe Dave had a quick trigger, as moments later I felt his warm spunk splash against my right cheek. Not wanting to avert my attention from Tony, in case he was inclined to give me a mouth and throatful of his yummy cum, I directed the following expulsions from Dave's cock over my upper body and tits - I still had my host's skirt on, although, and with their mild roughness, the hem had come untucked from the waistband of her skirt.

"I'm gonna cum, slut," Tony warned me, and then moments later, he was directing long streams of his creamy white spunk into my mouth from about three inches away - my tongue hanging out to catch any that dripped down at the end.

"Swirl it around, gargle with it," Dave urged, my hand still half-consciously stroking his shaft all the same.

Having finished, I drew them towards my mouth and sucked them both inside. As is usual, they each emitted a frisson as I drew the remainder of their sticky essence from them.

"My cunt could do with some attention, my ass also," I told them, before removing my skirt and going to repose myself on it. To my delight, Tony had me stop. Still with his jeans on he pulled his shirt up his back and then laid down on the grass. He then beckoned me to sit astride his face, which I quickly did.

"Eat my cunt, you hungry fuck," I enjoined, as my lips, still moist from earlier, closed on his.

Tony then had me lean forwards, my hands braced about a foot past his head. Like that, my ass was in easy reach of Dave, who soon had a thick rough, workman like finger inside it. ‘There's some...yes, suck them...flavoured oil in my bag,' I told him, in between impelling Tony to suck on my host's fuck flesh.

"I think she likes a stiff one up her ass," intoned Dave, luridly.

"I'll...emn, yes, settle for three of your fingers for now," I crooned, as two made their presence felt.

"Now my clit, lick it then suck it," I directed Tony, who was quite adroit at his task. It was only when I felt Dave's third rough finger in my asshole that I came. My host's body went stiff, then it trembled as the climatic sensations rippled through it.

Still, with Dave's fingers in my ass, they managed to manoeuvre me down Tony's body and onto his awaiting stiff cock. ‘Let me...let me slide down and up it a bit,' I appealed to him, as I felt the crown of Tony's knob pierce my cunt ring. The thing I like most about being on top, is the initial sensation of a cock, any cock - first, second, third etc - and with it, being able to take command and slide up and down the length, cunt or ass.

"Oh, fuck, yes, emn, lovely, fucking lovely, especially with your fingers up my ass," I proclaimed, part turning towards Dave who was knelt beside us, though backaways. For support, Tony extended his hands towards mine, our fingers intertwined as I rose and fell on the length of his thick cock. For additional pleasure, Dave reached around and down with his right hand and stroked my hardened clit. It wasn't long, and still in this position, that I was once more cumming.

After that, and with my pussy nice and wet, Tony drew me forwards, his hands slowly transferring to my shapely and mildly pulsating tits and hardened nipples. When Dave removed his fingers from my host's asshole, I prepared to receive his cock there, however, they were in no rush, I quickly realised, when he joined his colleague in my warm dowsed cunt. Two cock's went at me, one entering just as the other withdrew, bliss, lovely fucking bliss.

"Fuck, yes, like that, like that, fuck me like that," I urged them, Dave grasping my hips and yet maintaining the same rhythm as Tony. I got the feeling that they had plenty of practice, as it's not always this perfect.

"Fuck, yes, more, make me cum, make me fucking cum," I cried out - thankfully no one was passing by at the time, otherwise...! [see my recollective recount from chapter/part 19].

Although my clit wasn't receiving any intended stimulation, the position of the round, dome shape button of Tony's jeans was nevertheless enough to rub against the covered stalk as he fucked himself into me.

"Who wants my lovely tight asshole first," I presently proffered, and with that, and mere moments later, I had Dave's cockhead in my host's backside. Holding it there as I swooned on the combined pleasure, Dave must have applied some of the cherry lube to his erection, which he soon slid up my receptive ass.

"Ooo yes, fuck yes. Fuck me, guys, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck me."

"Not so noisy," Tony said, and then drew me towards him, our lips soon mashing and meshing followed by our tongues probing the others mouth and then twirling around as if committing to a frantic dance, and all while they fucked their hard cocks into my host's horny sex holes.

Soon getting up, Dave had me turn over, his hands under my arms as I was lowered onto Tony's awaiting cock - no lube, mind, not that any was needed.

"Let me suck your cock," I appealed to Dave, as I beckoned him to me.

A wry smile broke out on Dave's face as I lightly grasped the hilt of his shaft and licked around the head followed by the length of his cock meat before subsequently taking it back into my mouth - Tony, below me, happy to support my upper body and guide me up and down his probing erection.

In all, we changed around several more times; I getting to suck the cock of whoever last railed my ass. We ended with Tony stood up and me in front of him, his cock piston fucking my host's ass while I, bent over, got a mouthful of Dave's cock and eventually his second load. When Tony was ready to give me his, he had me turn around and, as before, stroked his off into my awaiting mouth.

"Thanks, guys. You don't know how much I needed that," I announced, before once more sucking their cocks and balls dry of any remaining cum. As I parted company, and returned to where my host was laid, I said: "Maybe see you tomorrow... if the weather's fine."

No sooner had I returned to the spot where she had been sunbathing, than I leapt back to my own body. Having made my way back to the railings, I looked over at them. The workmen had gone for something to eat while the young woman remained unmoved. It was as if her body was unaware of having been pleasurably fucked. Well, at least I got to enjoy the same and realise it. ‘Now, where shall I go tonight,' I wondered, as I made my way across the bridge and walked lazily home with a contented smile on my face.

Authors note: For those of you who missed episode 1: ‘the Building site', like a certain TV series, Julie has the ability to enter, and take over, the bodies of other women, in particular, conservative ones who are somewhat out of touch with, or of, their female sexuality.