Sex and the Stranger

The five of them took me in just about every combination possible over the course of the next hour. Ron, Todd and Jack came in my mouth twice, and Oscar and Hank managed one more time each. My mouth and throat were coated with the semen of five men, the tastes mixed together like some kind of nasty cocktail, and I felt my stomach filling up with their splooge. I thought about those urban legends of cheerleaders sucking off whole football or basketball teams and having to get their stomachs pumped because of too much semen. Maybe this was no myth after all?

But I could handle it. I could swallow more baby batter if it shot my way.

The interns were ready for more, but by then I was pretty worn out and begged off. Any protests were quickly squashed by Hank. Not wanting to anger their supervisor, the three younger guys thanked me for a great time and headed back to the picnic. Oscar and Hank were gentlemanly enough to stay with me until I got back some of my wind.

I knew I was a mess, covered in sperm and sweat. I knew I had some raunchy rancid sperm breath. Luckily, a part of the lake that was out of view of the picnickers was nearby. A quick dip in the water washed off all the obvious evidence of my gangbang. Even so, I was walking gingerly thanks to the pounding the guys had given me. It was Oscar who came up with the idea of saying I had strained something playing volleyball. Hank offered me some gum he had.

‘Gum to hide the come,’ he joked.

We all laughed.

We returned to the picnic, from different directions, five minutes apart. I stood around by a tree and thought about what I’d just done. I still didn’t know if I felt guilty because if the chance came – if, say, the three interns found me and whisked me away into the bushes – I would let them, and I would love it. The only thing I was concerned about now was what my husband would say about my prolonged absence.

It turned out I had nothing to fear since he was so drunk he hadn’t the vaguest idea of how long I had been gone or if I was even there. I sat next to him, informing him that I was sincerely glad he was having a good time, since I was having one as well.

We stayed at the picnic another hour before heading back home, Steve thoroughly drunk. I helped my husband to bed, no longer irritated with him since my itch had been scratched quite well and good.

Moondance
Rose de Fer

Fallen leaves crunched beneath Natalie’s feet as she jumped down from the stile. A neglected path led her to a small copse of trees with an informational sign about the Six Maidens. A handful of damp and out-of-focus postcards were on offer for 50p each, along with a badly drawn map of the site. An honesty box stood impaled on a post nearby but Natalie brushed past it, ignoring its request of a pound for entrance. Such places should belong to everyone. Even though the stone circle was on private grounds, she wasn’t visiting the grounds. Just the stones.

She’d only been here once before, but she remembered the way easily enough. The path wound its way up the hill, through tangles of brambles and nettles, until it opened on to a clearing at the top. She felt like a jungle explorer picking her way through the undergrowth. All she needed was a machete to slice away the thorny branches that tore at her clothes. Half an hour later she crested the rise and saw the lichen-encrusted stone circle ahead.

It wasn’t a well-known or popular site and it was certainly nowhere near as awe-inspiring as Stonehenge or Avebury. It was tucked away on a muddy hill that was difficult to find and even more difficult to get to. But its obscurity and isolation were part of the appeal for Natalie. The site rewarded those who made the journey with a spectacular view. The valley spread out before her, showing off the ravishing colour palette of October. The sun was just beginning to set. Natalie shrugged off her rucksack and began to unpack beside the large recumbent stone at the centre of the circle.

As with most megalithic sites, no one knew the purpose of the Six Maidens. The informational sign hinted at ancient sacrificial rites performed on the altar stone, but Natalie supposed that was mainly to sex it up for any tourists who ventured far enough afield to visit the site. The six upright stones faced inward, leaning towards the altar as though drawn to whatever magic had taken place there hundreds of years ago. Natalie unfolded a red blanket and spread it over the altar. Then she carefully laid out her things one by one. Candles, goblets, wine.

By the time she had finished the full moon was on the rise, glowing like burnished copper in the sky. The light transformed the stones, painting them with fantastic colours as though clothing them in gowns of fire. It was a perfect night for the ritual.

Natalie poured some Cabernet into a goblet and arranged the candles along the rim of the altar. They quivered in the slight breeze, throwing eerie shadows against the stones. Leaves had gathered at the feet of the weathered Maidens like scarlet snowdrifts and small animals scurried through them, unable to conceal their presence.

Natalie took a sip of wine and began to unbutton her dress. She wore nothing underneath. The night was chilly against her bare skin but she would be warm soon enough. She kicked off her shoes and stepped forwards, gingerly placing her bare feet on the ground. Mud squished beneath the covering of leaves as she began to dance. There was no music but the sounds of the night – the crunch of dry leaves beneath her feet and the whispering of trees in the breeze. The moon hung low in the sky like a giant eye, watching her.

She made shapes against the standing stones with her body, undulating her arms, arching her back, moving sinuously through the leaves. As a child she’d had a handful of ballet lessons, but any knowledge she’d gained had long since worn off. She simply followed her body, going where it wanted, moving as it dictated. It was like being guided by an external force, as though she were at the mercy of a powerful but benign puppet master.

Natalie had always imagined that the sensation of being naked outdoors would be scary. Instead, she found it liberating. Exhilarating. Even though there was no one to see her she felt watched by a thousand eyes. The crisp air against her naked skin, the cool mud between her toes … all of it made her feel primal and wildly sexual.

She didn’t really believe all that stuff Rhiannon had told her, that dancing naked under the full moon in an ancient site would show her the face of her true love.

‘Oh please,’ she’d scoffed. ‘I’m not after true love. Frankly, I’ll settle for a good shag!’

But in the end it had seemed such a lovely and slightly transgressive idea. How could she resist? Rhiannon had taken her along to coven meetings, read her Tarot cards and given her amulets and totems over the years. And while Natalie never really felt the presence of anything otherworldly, the pagan mindset appealed to her. She liked the idea of a religion that celebrated nature and sexuality instead of focusing on guilt, shame and fear.

Her movements grew more assured and sensual. More erotic. Her hands began to move, seemingly of their own accord, to caress her breasts, her belly, her sex. Without quite realising what she was doing, she sank to her knees on the ground and let her fingers slip down between her legs, where she was very wet. Losing any trace of self-consciousness, she moaned softly as she stroked the soft folds of her labia. Images from her plentiful inventory of fantasies flashed across her mind’s eye before she settled on the one she felt most fitting: the virgin sacrifice.

She pictured herself led naked into the clearing by sombre robed figures, an iron collar heavy around her neck, iron shackles weighing down her wrists and ankles. Two of the men guided her to the stone altar and laid her on her back without a word, securing her chains to rings they had bolted into the stone. The figures formed a circle around her splayed body, the flames from their torches flickering in the dark. Then, one by one, each man took his turn with her. Purifying her, defiling her. No inch of flesh was spared as they stroked her, scratched her, licked her, bit her, fucked her.

Natalie let loose a wild cry as the climax overtook her, surging through her body and then subsiding far too quickly. She blinked. She’d never come like that before. It usually took ages and she could run through any number of elaborate scenarios in her head before her body finally reached its limit. But then, it had been a long time since she’d last had sex. Proper sex, that was – the kind that left you shaken and disorientated. She collapsed in the leaves and stared up at the moon as the pulses began to subside.

‘Is that it?’ she asked, feeling cheated.

‘Only if you want it to be.’

The deep voice made her freeze, her eyes wide and staring up into the night sky. Had she imagined it? She lay perfectly still, her ears attuned to the slightest sound. When the voice came again it was close enough to feel.

‘I won’t hurt you,’ it said with a chuckle, ‘unless you want me to.’

Instantly Natalie scrambled to her feet and covered her nakedness as a man emerged from the shadows behind the tallest Maiden.

‘Who the hell are you? How dare you spy on me? I thought I was alone!’

‘Obviously. But you do realise this is private property, don’t you? Technically you’re trespassing.’

She drew herself up defiantly. ‘Fine. Call the police. Let’s see what they think about a man who spies on women.’

‘Who said anything about calling the police?’ he asked with a good-natured laugh. ‘I’ve as much right to be here as you. Or not, as the case may be.’

As he drew nearer Natalie’s outrage faded. He was gorgeous. All he had on was a dressing gown of deep blue satin but it didn’t seem at all incongruous under the circumstances. Clearly he’d had the same idea she had.

The stranger’s eyes were dark and piercing and his features looked as though they’d been carved out of marble. Shoulder-length dark hair whipped around his aristocratic face and Natalie found herself wondering if the rest of him was as appealing.

As though reading her mind, he unfastened the sash of his robe and slipped it off his shoulders to display a well-toned and muscular physique. Her eyes flicked down below his waist, but his cock was hidden in shadow. Even so, she could see he was excited. He held the robe out to her.

‘It’s only fair,’ he said.

She took the robe and slipped it on. It was warm from his body and she tied it tightly, more to trap the musky heat against her skin than to cover herself. Then she crossed her arms with a grin as she stared brazenly at his nakedness. He raised his arms and obligingly performed a little turn for her and she drank in the sight of him.

‘Mmm, very nice,’ she said, noticing with pleasure that his cock was a little bigger. ‘Now let’s see you dance.’

He quirked an eyebrow at her. ‘Oh, I never dance. Alone.’

She blushed as he took a step towards her, his hands outstretched as if to reassure a frightened animal that might flee at any moment. But she had no intention of running away. She stood still as he reached her and gently untied the sash of the dressing gown. It fell open, exposing her once again to the chilly night. And his hungry eyes. Natalie felt transfixed by his gaze as he slipped the gown off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He took her hands and led her back into the centre of the stone circle.

Natalie melted into his touch as he pressed himself against her and she felt her sex moisten in response to his hardness. Enfolding her in his arms, he began to gently sway from side to side, the kind of slow dancing that wasn’t really dancing at all. She slipped her arms around his waist, eyeing the altar stone over his shoulder. The wind lifted a corner of the blanket as though beckoning them. Natalie pressed herself against her companion, willing him to move in that direction.

But he was in control. Despite her hints he kept a firm hold on her and refused to be led. He glanced once at the altar and then back at her, shaking his head with a smile.

‘Don’t you want to …?’ she ventured at last in a husky voice.

He looked down into her face, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. ‘Oh yes. But don’t you think we should be as nature intended?’

She blinked in confusion but before she could speak he lifted her off her feet. He held her in his arms as though she weighed nothing at all and carried her to the edge of the clearing, where the overhanging trees had shed their leaves. He deposited her in the middle of the huge pile.

Natalie lay back in the bed of leaves, delighted at the surge of unfamiliar sensations. The leaves crackled and hissed beneath her, some damp and chill, others sharp and crisp. She felt them snagging in her hair and lightly scratching her bare limbs. They smelled like the forest, pungent and piny. She knew she would forever after associate the smell with sex.

She looked up at her mysterious companion and spread her legs wide for him. The moon bathed her flesh in ethereal blue light, making her feel like a creature from another world, someone for whom the normal rules didn’t apply.

‘Take me,’ she panted, reaching up for him.

Leaves crunched beneath him as he knelt above her. She felt the wet tip of his cock against her thigh and then he was angling her legs even further apart. She writhed, grinding her hips hungrily as he drew his fingers up along the insides of her thighs, lightly grazing her labia. His fingertips traced delicate circles over her shaved mound before moving on. He seemed determined to drive her mad with longing. He was teasing her, toying with her and clearly enjoying her lust.

Then he leaned down over her, blocking her view of the moon. His hands covered her breasts and she gasped as he slid his palms over the hard peaks of her nipples. The sensation was electrifying. She threw her arms out to each side and clutched fistfuls of leaves, tossing her head from side to side as he played with her.

At last he kissed her, but it was maddeningly tender. Aching with need, Natalie pushed up against him, urging him to bruise her with his lips. He obliged by forcing his mouth down harder on hers and plunging his tongue inside. She moaned deep in her throat, clutching his face and twining her hands in his long hair.

He pulled away and stroked her face. Natalie kissed his fingers, licking them and displaying her tongue’s agility as she sucked his thumb into her mouth and ran her tongue over and around it. When he finally withdrew it she nipped gently at his palm, salivating at the taste of his hot and salty skin, eager to devour every inch of him. And be devoured in return.

He trailed his fingers down the length of her body, pausing at intervals to caress and stroke her. He returned to her breasts, pinching her nipples and brushing them gently with his lips. His warm tongue flicked over them, moistening them and making them burn when he moved away, abandoning them once more to the cold air.

His hands resumed their exploration, stroking every inch of her exposed flesh, finally slipping down to the wet crease of her vulva. She drew in a long shuddering breath as she bucked her hips beneath him, desperate to feel him inside her. Just seeing him had been foreplay enough: she’d wanted him from the very first moment. And the thought that he’d been watching her when she’d thought she was alone made her shudder with helplessness and desire.

‘Please,’ she moaned.

He favoured her with an indulgent smile and angled himself into position. Her entire body was trembling with anticipation and she gasped as she finally felt the head of his cock demanding entry. She relaxed and he slid inside in one long exquisite thrust. With a primal cry she threw back her head, adjusting her position so he could go further, deeper. She wrapped her legs around him, hooking her feet together in the small of his back as though she could trap him there. Encircling her with his arms, he pressed his body into hers as he thrust himself in and out, filling her completely before withdrawing, only to fill her again.

Leaves rustled around Natalie’s head, distorting her gasps and sighs as he fucked her. She buried her hands in his hair, smoothing it away from his face so she could see his eyes. They burned with unrestrained lust. He had abandoned his languorous pace and was taking what he wanted as much as giving her what she demanded. Natalie had always liked her sex rough and frenzied and it excited her more to see that he was losing himself as much as she already had.