Sex With Strangers
Fucking Strangers
It all started in my adventurous teens when my then boyfriend, Tom, after we became sexually active - that is heavy petting - asked me to travel in his car topless when driving down rough country lanes so that he could see my tits jiggling around. I was eventually persuaded to stay naked as long as possible or untill we got back to the small estate car park near where I lived where I would get dressed before going home. At first I was worried about being seen so he gave me a small blue towel to d**** over my shoulders when driving through town or the local villages. However, much to my surprise, I soon became aware that nobody seem to notice me, even when stopped at traffic lights. Therefore it wasn't long before I was persuaded to be naked within ten minutes of him picking me up. He also persuaded me to strip off and let his mates see me naked if they were in the car too. At first I agreed but only with certain of his mates but over time he started introducing the occasional stranger; which as you may guess, not only did there became more of them but also more often. Consequently I was persuaded to let them fondle my tits and he encouraged me to wank them off too. All I wanted was for Tom to be happy.
As you can guess, one thing inevitably led to another.
He also, when socializing privately or on a picnic with his pals, liked me to be naked, you know in a cmnf sort of way. And then if the circumstances were right for me to provide some sort of shared entertainment like a wanking game where I would be blind fold and had to guess whose cock I was wanking. I had to keep wanking until I got the right name…It didn’t take me long to realize that the object of this game was for all to cover me in the sticky stuff
Inevitably, after I started having full sex with Tom, he also wanted me to let his mates fuck me too. I enjoyed it that much and to please Tom I was only too willing to let them do so, as always, one thing eventually led to another that sometimes when Tom wanted me to provide the entertainment for some of his mates. I would be taken by my boyfriend, Tom, to a separate room where not only was I blindfold but either tied to a bed or over a table or, as sometimes happened if still in the main room held down over an armchair to be fucked or toyed doggie style in complete silence so that I would not know by whom...I would only know how many!
The idea of the game was for me to guess the object(s) or who it was fucking me...I seldom got it right.
As I got more and more at ease and began to really enjoy these games he asked if I would do the same at parties where there were people I didn’t know; how could I refuse.
The excitement of the unknown, it was so much more fun.
At the end of these most enjoyable fun and games we would often rejoin the group with me, if the occasion was right still naked. On most of these occasions I would most often find that there were more lads than I counted fucking me or using me in whatever way that pleased them…What an exquisite skin tingling sensation I experienced with these activities; not knowing if the lad or lads I was socializing with and talking to had played with me or fucked me; nobody ever let on even if I specifically asked if they had. It seems that it was all about their pleasure not mine!
However, little did they know.
Occasionally there would be other girls there and sometimes some of them would be naked too and would most probably have provided the same sort of entertainment probably for the same lads!
Like I said, it was a most exquisite skin tingling sensation not knowing if the lad or lads I was socializing with and talking to had played with me or fucked me.
For several years we played various versions of this game ...part of my enjoyment was never knowing when or where it was going to happen; at a party, on a picnic with a few pals or even, as did happen a few times with a chance encounter with strangers when, in a café, in a pub, at a dance, or even out for a walk, anywhere really. This soon escalated as I found it so much fun that meeting a individual or even a group of lads; If they were interested and I liked the look of them too though to be honest I seldom, if ever, refused because I really enjoyed it too. Tom, depending on the circumstances and location would decide how things were going to proceed and where.
One of the places we specifically did this was Beeston Castle. Beeston castle has a considerably long curtain wall across the ridge with lots of towers as well as the main castle on the top of the hill isolated from the ridge by a great big ditch. The main castle is a central walled area with towers and rooms. We often visited this place as a group where I was often the group fuck to be fucked in the caves there too. Then someone suggested that they take turns to fuck me in all of the curtain wall towers as well as the rooms in the main fortress. I thought this would be a fun thing to do too. The idea was that on each visit I would in a tower or room be fucked by as many as wanted to.
Then someone said what if someone walks in on us as we are fucking Joy…I had never thought of that eventuality but as ever Tom had and his response was... " They could join in too if they want to. Your up for that aint you Joy?”
That’s how the idea came about for me, with as many of our group as possible, to make as many separate visits to the various towers and rooms as would be necessary to facilitate me to be fucked in each room and each tower. Not only by them but by at least one stranger too; or as many strangers as could be found that would possibly be interested. It was also mooted that I did not move on to the next location until that had been accomplished. That sometimes meant that if they could not find an interested stranger it would then be necessary for me to visit the same location several times until they did. Fortunately that did not happen very often.
I was just as excited by this project as they were.
So to accomplish this whenever I went there, be it as a group or just with Tom, I would, as usual, whenever possible, walk naked with Tom and the other lads to wherever the action was going to take place. The idea of my walking naked to the chosen site was so that any strangers that we might meet, if asked, might just be interested when shown what was on offer. If we did meet any one that was interested in fucking me, when we got to the site if there was more than one Tom would supervise a game of odds and evens. This is a simple game of toss the coin game where the participants would each toss a coin and call odds or evens where two the same is evens, head and tail is odds. I would then remove clothing from the one that got the right call; first naked, first fucked. This was a tremendously fun and quick way to decide who was going to be first; a game which I think we all enjoyed immensely.
Whenever we went there I would get so excited and wound up by the prospect of walking around, naked or not, looking for suitable strangers or groups of lads in the hope that if they responded it was for me, yes, for me to fuck as many different strangers as we could find. On the rare occasions any of the other girls were there and wanted to join in they had to wait for me to fuck them first. Though I must confess, that didn’t happen very often, for, as Tom would remind me, it was my chalange! So I was mostly by myself...
On the odd occasion it was not appropriate for me to be walking naked to that visits location we would still be accosting strangers Tom thought to be suitable and that I liked the look ofafter explaining what we wereup to if they were tempted to join us and there was more than one then when we got to that visits place Tom would supervise the odds and evens stripping game to decide who would be first. If we met no one, or the invitation was declined then the lads with us would play the same game to decide who would remove my clothing. The one that removed the last item off me would be first. In the mean time the lads waiting their turn or had had their turn would be scouting around to try and find any unknown lads that would be interested in fucking a redhead!
Then, after I had fucked everyone I had to be ready and waiting, naked, for any of the hoped for strangers.
I must confess that sometimes the waiting was just too much for me and that those who were looking after me often got to keep me warm while we waited.
We did, or should I say "I", eventually accomplish the task but it took a long time and many visits.
One of the reasons for it taking so long was that Tom had become aware, I think through gossip at work and he thought it immensely funny, that it was known about that there was a red head lass frequenting the grounds of Beeston castle willing to let anybody that wanted to to fuck her for free!
After that, demonstrating a rare sign of caution on his part, Tom insisted that we did not frequent the place so often; as he said the last thing we want is to be caught by the wrong people. But, so as not to disappoint me, we would not abandon the quest we would just take a little longer. In the mean time why don’t we have similar pic-nics elsewhere.
What was strange, and this is possibly another reason why it took so long, were the amount of lads or group of lads that refused the chance of a bit of fun. Perhaps they were a bit unsure of a young girl accompanied by a few lads being so willing to fuck individuals or groups. So sometimes, not often though, I went home disappointed; not unfucked but not fucked by any or as many unknowns as approched and asked. So progress to the ultimate fuck on the green in the middle of the main castle mound would take even longer than Tom originaly thought.
I experienced something similar to this when, as a student nurse at a manchester hospital, I with another fuck happy student nurse, Sheena, would often go trawling the pubs and clubs around Manchester on the pull … more lads refused the chance of a double act, and if there were more than two and we felt comfortable about it a possible gang bang, than accepted; we thought that strange.
It all started in my adventurous teens when my then boyfriend, Tom, after we became sexually active - that is heavy petting - asked me to travel in his car topless when driving down rough country lanes so that he could see my tits jiggling around. I was eventually persuaded to stay naked as long as possible or untill we got back to the small estate car park near where I lived where I would get dressed before going home. At first I was worried about being seen so he gave me a small blue towel to d**** over my shoulders when driving through town or the local villages. However, much to my surprise, I soon became aware that nobody seem to notice me, even when stopped at traffic lights. Therefore it wasn't long before I was persuaded to be naked within ten minutes of him picking me up. He also persuaded me to strip off and let his mates see me naked if they were in the car too. At first I agreed but only with certain of his mates but over time he started introducing the occasional stranger; which as you may guess, not only did there became more of them but also more often. Consequently I was persuaded to let them fondle my tits and he encouraged me to wank them off too. All I wanted was for Tom to be happy.
As you can guess, one thing inevitably led to another.
He also, when socializing privately or on a picnic with his pals, liked me to be naked, you know in a cmnf sort of way. And then if the circumstances were right for me to provide some sort of shared entertainment like a wanking game where I would be blind fold and had to guess whose cock I was wanking. I had to keep wanking until I got the right name…It didn’t take me long to realize that the object of this game was for all to cover me in the sticky stuff
Inevitably, after I started having full sex with Tom, he also wanted me to let his mates fuck me too. I enjoyed it that much and to please Tom I was only too willing to let them do so, as always, one thing eventually led to another that sometimes when Tom wanted me to provide the entertainment for some of his mates. I would be taken by my boyfriend, Tom, to a separate room where not only was I blindfold but either tied to a bed or over a table or, as sometimes happened if still in the main room held down over an armchair to be fucked or toyed doggie style in complete silence so that I would not know by whom...I would only know how many!
The idea of the game was for me to guess the object(s) or who it was fucking me...I seldom got it right.
As I got more and more at ease and began to really enjoy these games he asked if I would do the same at parties where there were people I didn’t know; how could I refuse.
The excitement of the unknown, it was so much more fun.
At the end of these most enjoyable fun and games we would often rejoin the group with me, if the occasion was right still naked. On most of these occasions I would most often find that there were more lads than I counted fucking me or using me in whatever way that pleased them…What an exquisite skin tingling sensation I experienced with these activities; not knowing if the lad or lads I was socializing with and talking to had played with me or fucked me; nobody ever let on even if I specifically asked if they had. It seems that it was all about their pleasure not mine!
However, little did they know.
Occasionally there would be other girls there and sometimes some of them would be naked too and would most probably have provided the same sort of entertainment probably for the same lads!
Like I said, it was a most exquisite skin tingling sensation not knowing if the lad or lads I was socializing with and talking to had played with me or fucked me.
For several years we played various versions of this game ...part of my enjoyment was never knowing when or where it was going to happen; at a party, on a picnic with a few pals or even, as did happen a few times with a chance encounter with strangers when, in a café, in a pub, at a dance, or even out for a walk, anywhere really. This soon escalated as I found it so much fun that meeting a individual or even a group of lads; If they were interested and I liked the look of them too though to be honest I seldom, if ever, refused because I really enjoyed it too. Tom, depending on the circumstances and location would decide how things were going to proceed and where.
One of the places we specifically did this was Beeston Castle. Beeston castle has a considerably long curtain wall across the ridge with lots of towers as well as the main castle on the top of the hill isolated from the ridge by a great big ditch. The main castle is a central walled area with towers and rooms. We often visited this place as a group where I was often the group fuck to be fucked in the caves there too. Then someone suggested that they take turns to fuck me in all of the curtain wall towers as well as the rooms in the main fortress. I thought this would be a fun thing to do too. The idea was that on each visit I would in a tower or room be fucked by as many as wanted to.
Then someone said what if someone walks in on us as we are fucking Joy…I had never thought of that eventuality but as ever Tom had and his response was... " They could join in too if they want to. Your up for that aint you Joy?”
That’s how the idea came about for me, with as many of our group as possible, to make as many separate visits to the various towers and rooms as would be necessary to facilitate me to be fucked in each room and each tower. Not only by them but by at least one stranger too; or as many strangers as could be found that would possibly be interested. It was also mooted that I did not move on to the next location until that had been accomplished. That sometimes meant that if they could not find an interested stranger it would then be necessary for me to visit the same location several times until they did. Fortunately that did not happen very often.
I was just as excited by this project as they were.
So to accomplish this whenever I went there, be it as a group or just with Tom, I would, as usual, whenever possible, walk naked with Tom and the other lads to wherever the action was going to take place. The idea of my walking naked to the chosen site was so that any strangers that we might meet, if asked, might just be interested when shown what was on offer. If we did meet any one that was interested in fucking me, when we got to the site if there was more than one Tom would supervise a game of odds and evens. This is a simple game of toss the coin game where the participants would each toss a coin and call odds or evens where two the same is evens, head and tail is odds. I would then remove clothing from the one that got the right call; first naked, first fucked. This was a tremendously fun and quick way to decide who was going to be first; a game which I think we all enjoyed immensely.
Whenever we went there I would get so excited and wound up by the prospect of walking around, naked or not, looking for suitable strangers or groups of lads in the hope that if they responded it was for me, yes, for me to fuck as many different strangers as we could find. On the rare occasions any of the other girls were there and wanted to join in they had to wait for me to fuck them first. Though I must confess, that didn’t happen very often, for, as Tom would remind me, it was my chalange! So I was mostly by myself...
On the odd occasion it was not appropriate for me to be walking naked to that visits location we would still be accosting strangers Tom thought to be suitable and that I liked the look ofafter explaining what we wereup to if they were tempted to join us and there was more than one then when we got to that visits place Tom would supervise the odds and evens stripping game to decide who would be first. If we met no one, or the invitation was declined then the lads with us would play the same game to decide who would remove my clothing. The one that removed the last item off me would be first. In the mean time the lads waiting their turn or had had their turn would be scouting around to try and find any unknown lads that would be interested in fucking a redhead!
Then, after I had fucked everyone I had to be ready and waiting, naked, for any of the hoped for strangers.
I must confess that sometimes the waiting was just too much for me and that those who were looking after me often got to keep me warm while we waited.
We did, or should I say "I", eventually accomplish the task but it took a long time and many visits.
One of the reasons for it taking so long was that Tom had become aware, I think through gossip at work and he thought it immensely funny, that it was known about that there was a red head lass frequenting the grounds of Beeston castle willing to let anybody that wanted to to fuck her for free!
After that, demonstrating a rare sign of caution on his part, Tom insisted that we did not frequent the place so often; as he said the last thing we want is to be caught by the wrong people. But, so as not to disappoint me, we would not abandon the quest we would just take a little longer. In the mean time why don’t we have similar pic-nics elsewhere.
What was strange, and this is possibly another reason why it took so long, were the amount of lads or group of lads that refused the chance of a bit of fun. Perhaps they were a bit unsure of a young girl accompanied by a few lads being so willing to fuck individuals or groups. So sometimes, not often though, I went home disappointed; not unfucked but not fucked by any or as many unknowns as approched and asked. So progress to the ultimate fuck on the green in the middle of the main castle mound would take even longer than Tom originaly thought.
I experienced something similar to this when, as a student nurse at a manchester hospital, I with another fuck happy student nurse, Sheena, would often go trawling the pubs and clubs around Manchester on the pull … more lads refused the chance of a double act, and if there were more than two and we felt comfortable about it a possible gang bang, than accepted; we thought that strange.
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