At the Picnic Bench

So far, everything about this evening had been unexpected. I’d thought I’d be spending time with friends, eating and drinking and chatting, maybe having a quick swim in my favourite pond.

Instead, I’d met a ridiculously sexy girl, Pen, and after a couple of beers we’d skinny dipped and fooled around in the water. I’d licked her out on the banks, then we’d taken nude selfies together before creeping away to watch Mo eating out our mutual friend, Abby. I’d never even seen Abby properly naked, so standing before her while she gawped at my erect penis and fucked Mo’s face was a new experience, especially with an unclothed Pen standing next to me.

We’d left the clearing when Abby had used her prearranged codeword, and now we sat opposite each other, still naked, at the picnic bench. After an evening of teasing torture during which everyone else had got their rocks off at least once, I was desperate to hear the next stage of Pen’s plan. She flicked the lantern to its lowest setting to cast a dim light across the bench so we could talk.

“Ok, here goes.” She seemed nervous. Hesitant, even. “Boys always come first, right?”

Not what I’d expected. “Er, I guess? But I can—“

“Let’s say I were to lie on the ground, right there, spread my legs, and part my lips for you. How long would you last before shooting your load? Be honest.”

“Oh, ages,” I lied. “Ten minutes, I think.”

“No, be honest. Truth is the basis of every relationship, and talking honestly about sex is key. How long?”

A test, then. Nobody had ever asked me questions like this, and I’d certainly never spoken honestly about my performance. It was refreshing, and I nodded. Her logic was sound but I was suddenly terrified. That made no sense, of course. Pen was a near complete stranger and my total investment in our relationship was only a few hours. If I never saw her again, I’d have some fun memories but I’d have lost nothing substantive.

“Oh, nothing but opportunity,” I said quietly as realisation dawned.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly. “Just thinking it through.” Was this all a precursor to a long-term relationship? I guessed it might be, and if that was where she was going then she was right; I needed to be honest about my own desires and abilities. And how long the sex might last.

I nodded. Time to take a risk. “Ok, fair question. Bear with me, and I’ll give you as full an answer as I can.” She nodded approvingly.

“After everything that’s happened this evening,” I said, hands shaking from a sudden hit of nerves, “I’m a bit over-stimulated. Or a lot. I’ve been hard now for ages, on and off, and my hands are shaking.” I held one up as evidence. “On a ‘normal’ night, I guess I might last a minute on the first time, and then longer on subsequent, er, insertions.” I shrugged. Now that I’d started talking it felt good to unburden myself.

“Now? In all honesty, maybe a few strokes.” I tried to laugh about it but it didn’t really work. “Probably not even that. To be completely frank, after the swimming and the oral sex, not to mention Abby’s show and this conversation, I’m not sure I could last even a single stroke.”

She smiled in a friendly, reassuring way. I pressed on because, at this point, what else could I do?

“I think if you were to touch me now I’d probably come on your hand before you’d even had time to take a firm grip.”

“That fast?” I nodded. “Thank you for telling me. I know this can’t have been easy.”

She had that right. I swallowed and dropped my hands beneath the bench to hide their shaking.

“Let me explain why I brought this up,” said Pen. “I want to fuck you. I mean, I really want to fuck you, to feel you drive into me and fill my cunt, to have you pound my pussy until I lose my mind and all I can think about is the next wave of pleasure. I want that so badly it’s taking all my self-control to sit here instead of jumping your bones.”

“That’s very flattering,” I said with a grin. “I’d like that as well.”

“I know. But most of all, I want to orgasm on your cock. Tongue you’ve demonstrated, but that’s easy. I come quickly when licked. It happens far more slowly with fingers for some reason. I want to test your cock and have you get me off, but in order for that to happen you have to last for minutes on end. A half stroke isn’t going to satisfy, you know?”

I nodded, resigned to walking home with only my fist to look forward to for a release.

“Sorry, but in the spirit of total honesty, I don’t think I’ll be able to give you what you want. What you need.” I stood up and stepped away from the bench, and for the first time in what felt like ages, my erection collapsed. “And I think you’re worth more than that because you are a truly special person and I’d love to be able to give you, well, everything.” I grabbed my bag and pulled out our clothes.

“Oh, don’t go,” she said, standing up suddenly. She looked genuinely anxious. “I’m not letting you get away that easily. I have a plan, and I can’t do it without you.”

“A plan?”

“Of course. This–” she waved her hand “–doesn’t end here. Not unless you want it to.”

“That sounds… promising. What did you have in mind?”

“Please, sit back down, and I’ll tell you.”

I hesitated. After sharing my deepest secrets, I wasn’t sure I was ready for anything further. But what could I lose by listening. I dropped my stuff on the ground and sat back down.

“This is what I want,” said Pen. She took a deep breath that raised her breasts. For a moment her nipples distracted me. “In a short while, you’re going to fuck me over there, on that soft patch of sand.”

“I am?” I smiled. This was more like it, and my cock stirred. “I mean, I am, yes. Whatever you wish.”

“Good. So apropos of our conversation, we need to dial down your sensitivity a little before intercourse begins. Oh, and I need to see how your fuck with your fingers. That’s also pretty important.”

“You want to be fingered to orgasm as well?” I asked, just to make sure I’d got the details correct. I grinned. “Not that I mind, but that’ll be your third orgasm. Not that I’m counting,” I added quickly.

“I know. Torture, right?” I nodded. “But like I said, I don’t respond as well to fingers as I do to tongue, so you’ll have your work cut out, and if you succeed, well.” She licked her lips. “If you succeed, you fuck me properly.”

“Challenge accepted,” I said with a lascivious grin. A burst of eager excitement burned through me as I contemplated the next step. “How does madam wish to be approached? Standing, lying, seated? From in front, the side, or behind?”

“Seated and behind,” said Pen, “but first, you need some relief.” She stood up and walked around to my side of the bench. My cock was now very hard, and I sat as still as a statue awaiting the next instruction. “Turn around, put your back to the bench.”

I did as instructed. Pen pushed my knees apart and stood as close as she could get. She leaned forward to kiss me and I put my hands on her hips. For a moment we snogged, then I raised my hand and tweaked her nipple.

“That’s so good,” she said, breaking free, “but now it’s your turn.”

“I’m ready.” My voice was croaky with lust.

“My, what a big cock you have,” said Pen. She knelt down in front of me and I suddenly realised what she planned. “I wonder what it tastes like?”

“Wait, should I–”

“Just come for me, as hard as you can.” She bent forward and took my penis into her mouth. I gasped as her hand gripped the shaft. She bobbed her head up and down slowly, then a second time, and I felt my balls tighten as my climax approached.

“I’m going to come,” I said, and I’d hardly got the words out when I shot my load. Her head bobbed down for a last time and she sucked and swallowed and pumped my cock, taking every last drop of cum until, finally, she let me go.

“Fuck, that was good,” I managed as my cock flopped down, as limp as a wilted lettuce.

“Tasty, and you were right about not lasting very long.”

“Over-stimulation,” I muttered.

She sat on the bench with her back toward me. “Are you ready to proceed?”

“I am,” I said, resolved to continue despite my flaccid cock. I pulled one leg over the bench and shuffled forward until my chest was pressed against her back. “Do you have any preferences? Anything I need to know?”

“Finger, pussy, orgasm. It’s not rocket science.”

She might say that, but I knew I needed to take this seriously. As it happened, a previous girlfriend had insisted on training me for exactly this sort of situation, and after long practice, I liked to think my technique was reasonably good.

Confident in my abilities, I kissed the back of her neck. She shivered, so I did it again. I put my hands on her hips and rested my chin on her shoulder. Then I walked my right hand to her pubic mound and rested it there. I kissed her neck, then the top of her shoulder. My left hand slid upwards until I could gently cup her breast. I began massaging her mound, enjoying the sensation of my fingers in her pubic hair.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she purred. For more than a minute that was all I did, taking it slow, letting the sensation build. She moaned a little and shifted her hips, and when she raised her arse I knew she was getting the benefit of my attention. I let go of her breast and used both hands to massage her mound. Then I slid my right hand slowly lower until my fingers rested on her vulva. She was gratifyingly wet, and her juices covered my fingers as I parted her outer lips.

The fingers of my right hand now began to massage her inner lips and up to her clit.

“That feels amazing.” I kissed her shoulder again and concentrated on my fingers, moving slowly and carefully, paying attention to every surface. She leaned back against me. “You’ve done this before,” she murmured, and I could tell she was enjoying the experience. Now that she was relaxed, I touched her clit with my left hand and she immediately gasped and moaned. With my right, I eased a finger into her vagina and continued the massage. Her breathing quickened. She twisted to kiss me, then took a sharp breath. I could tell she was close. I kept things moving, increasing the tempo of the finger in her vagina to match her movements. She moaned and began to pant, and I grinned. My cock was hard against her arse but still I worked, massaging her pussy.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” she said in a disbelieving voice. Her pussy tightened on my finger. “Fuck, yes, oh yes, that’s, fuck, that’s amazing.” She groaned, her breathing stopped, and she jerked against my hand as the orgasms rolled through her until, finally, she placed her hands on mine and stilled my motions.

“That’s enough,” she whispered. “You can stop.”

“Was that good for you?” I withdrew my hands and, unsure where to safely place them, I put them on my thighs.

“That was fucking fantastic,” said Pen. “My legs are like jelly.” She stood up, and nodded at my crotch and grinned. “I see you’re ready for the main course.” She yanked the towel from the bag, shedding clothes like confetti, and spread it on the soft grass. Then she lay down on her back, feet pointed toward me, propped herself up on her elbows, and opened her legs wide.

“Fuck me,” she said simply.

I hurried forward and dropped to my knees. Seconds later I was on top of her, and a moment after that my cock slid smoothly into her pussy. She moaned and pulled up her knees.

“You’re so tight,” I hissed as I began thrusting.

“You’re so big, you’re filling me,” moaned Pen. “Harder, faster. I’m not going to last long.”

My tempo increased and so did the frequency and volume of her moans. I tried to block out the sound of her pleasure and the feel of her cunt as I slid in and out, but it was impossible. I was close. I gritted my teeth and thought about football to tamp down on my arousal, but her moans tore away my resolve. She writhed beneath me, rising to meet my thrusts. I straightened my arms and held myself above her so I could watch. She was so close.

“That’s it, yes, oh fuck, yes,” she cried. Hands clenched, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream, she came. I kept thrusting and moments later I came as well. I think I said her name as an enormous orgasm rolled through me, and when I could bear it no more I stopped moving. Panting and sweaty with the effort, I looked down at her smiling face as she relaxed beneath me.

“Top marks,” she said, lifting her head to kiss me.

“Not bad yourself.” I rolled off her onto my back on the grass and she snuggled up beside me, one arm across my chest. “Did I pass?”

“You have to ask? Yes, you passed. Outstanding. Where did you learn to massage pussy like that?”

“A gentleman never divulges his secrets,” I said coyly, “but I learned a lot from a very determined lady.”

“Well, she has my thanks.”

A noise interrupted our conversation, and I looked around to see Abby walking across the clearing. She was fully clothed but her hair was messed up. My instinct was to cover up but she’d already seen everything I had to offer, so instead I just lay there with Pen at my side.

“Hey, Abby,” I said casually. “Did you have a good evening? And where’s Mo?”

“He’s taken our stuff home, and yes, as you know, I had an amazing evening.” She glanced at my crotch then looked knowingly at Pen. “I think you might have had some fun as well, right?”

Pen stood up, utterly unfazed by her own nudity, and hugged Abby.

“Thank you for introducing us,” she said before stepping away. “And you have got to get onto this boy’s fingers. They’re fantastic.”

They both looked down at me and I could almost see Abby’s mind working. Then she smiled broadly and nodded.

“I’m free tomorrow evening,” she said with a leer. “Maybe we can all find something fun to do?”

The first part of this story is At the Swimming Pond.

The second is At the Forest Clearing.

If you enjoyed this story you should check out my other work, like More than a Massage or Meeting the New Neighbour.