The sun beats down. I lie on my back on one of the huge park's many grassy hillsides, hands pillowing my head. A few yards to our left a line of bushes forms a skirt to the dense wood.

Shimmering in the sunshine, the electric-blue mini-skirt is no more than a band of slinky fabric clinging around my hips and with one knee raised I exhibit to the watching men the stark-white-shiny silk 'g', that cuts into my cunt.

Three of them followed us from the car park; three stereotype park voyeurs - who I now reward with a tantalising first-glimpse. The hands-behind-head posture pushes my tits up; nippies are proud pinnacles through sheer Lycra.

You lie on my right in similar posture with hands behind your head, sunbathing in just your cycle-shorts. With your thighs parted your cock is a bulky lump pushing out the sheer fabric. I'm dying to feel it through your sexy shorts.

The four - a middle aged 'farmer' type in camouflage jacket, jeans and black leather boots; a red-head in his thirties, also in jacket and jeans. The third is middle-aged with mousey, straggly hair and green boots. The prize is a blond youth of about seventeen, a casual jogger by the look of his tight, shiny-white lycra shorts and expensive trainers. He wears nothing else and his torso is muscly, tanned and hairless. Bonus- boy for Suz.

Okay Lover, this is a bit fantasy-tastic but we can hear them talking! We lie back, listening to them!

Redhead's voice blurts excitedly and I imagine his hand at the crotch of his jeans...

'Look at that fucking piece! I never seen a sight like it! How old is she for fuck's sake? She only looks about fourteen but with them tits she can't be! Man could I fuck that!'

'Shurrup and watch, unless you want us caught - just watch, OK?'

Your cock is twisted in your shorts.

My cunt seeps into the 'g'.

We listen.

'An' look at that face! She's a dream! I bet she takes it in the head - imagine sliding your dick in and out between those pouty-girl lips'.

I sit up and pretend to notice I'm indecent down there. Carefully, with both hands I adjust the scrap of silk so that it covers what it was meant to cover, then I pull the Lycra top over my head.

'Fuckin' Hell!' mutters Redhead. 'Look at them tits! Man, she's never fourteen with tits like them.'

'No. She's not fourteen,' Farmer mutters thoughtfully. 'And I wouldn't be at all surprised if she knew she was being watched.'

'You mean the tart's getting off on us watching! Likes to prick-tease?'

I roll onto my stomach, the skirt rides up - I know because I feel the sun stronger on my bared ass-flesh. The grass is rough, cool; I squirm against it, pressuring clitty on the lovely cool grass.

'She's fucking the damn ground!' (Farmer's growling voice). 'What a bleedin' ass! How's she dare wear a skirt like that, she's a tart alright! She's getting off on just showing out. And that guy's in it with her, how else's he keeping his hands to himself! Seen his cock?'

I imagine Farmer, pulling the boy in front of him. He rubs his loose, dirty jeans on the boy's tight-white-shorted ass and reaches around the bared torso. His fingers gently caress the boy's cock and balls which press lewdly through the white lycra shorts. I can fully imagine you kneeling in front of him Lover, your mouth nuzzling his cock, pleading up at the boy to piss in his shorts. Because you would, wouldn't you Lover?

Turning onto your side you caress my shoulders, my neck. I shudder and meet your mouth with mine in a deep kiss. Your hand slides down, over tanned, naked back, over the scrap of mini-skirt. I moan into your kiss and part my thighs as your searching fingers find slick heat and wet; push wet silk into my seeping, slicked, cunt.

I can't wait.

Horny as hell I push you over and lie on top.

Think about what they see, Lover!

They see everything; they see my bared tits squashed on your chest; they see the mini skirt ridden right up, baring my ass; my tanned, high-jutty ass, split wide by a thick strip of white silk. I slide back and forth, rubbing swollen cunty on bulging cocky - not for long - more action needed!

Flipping onto my knees I whirl around and, facing down your body, straddle your face. I snatch the g-string aside and talk loudly, so the men can hear, my voice thick with lust...

'Suck me Lover! I'm wanna come right into your mouth. Feel my juices flow Lover, give me TONGUE!' I resist the temptation to piss right there and then into your mouth, as you would love me to - that might turn (even them) off.

Tits heaving, I sink onto your face, kiss your forehead with those other wet-warm, open lips, then mop your nose; squat onto it. I ride it with a fucking motion of my hips, coming closer and closer to orgasm; I can hear my cunt juice squelching on your face; I look down and watch your tongue worming - seeking clitty.

Hands flat on your naked chest I ride your mouth; my hands slide further, over your hard, hairy stomach. Thumbs hook the waistband of your shorts and I peel them down your thighs, snapping out your cock which arcs, to slap wetly against your belly.

I have to hold back now, on the brink; grunting noises escape me as I continue to use your mouth. Leaning right forward I sixty-nine us, mouth enveloping cock; throat taking it all until my lips press your thick thatch of black hair.

Cock in my throat - cunt on your face - three men and a boy watching us. I wonder if they will wonder, why I have stopped moving. Why I've paused. You know why and I feel your body stiffen. I piss on your face, just a little. Just a trickle. Neither of us can last now, and I know it.

I crush you, squashing clitty mercilessly on your chin. As my come hits I hold your cock at its base and direct the spouts of spunk into my face, mouth open in silent, wild, sexual laugh.

I use your cock to smear the spunk on my mouth and face. The smells of cock and spunk becoming strong, rising in the heat.

I turn my head a little toward you...

'More Lover. Give it to me.'

My mouth suckles your cock.

A warm, brief gush of piss fills my mouth, sending a stab of delicious dirtiness to my teats and cunt.

'Mmmmm...' I squirm on top of you.

I turn and straddle you - cunty squishing cocky.

I lean forward over you, kiss you briefly and mouth the words into your mouth...

'Call me piss-breath Lover. Call me piss-breath.'

'Fucking gorgeous slut,' you say, kissing me hard, your hands raking my back, my ass. 'Fuck me Suzie. Just a little. Ride me and let them watch us.'

I sit up, straddling you, the skirt high around my waist. I push your cock inside me and skewer myself on your wondrous meat, occasionally lifting, then falling to grind, then skewering again.

Imagine them watching us! You, lying there with your horny wife screwing the fuck out of you. Them wanking, watching my cute ass screwing and jerking atop of you. Them wanking, watching your cock slide in and out, squelching in the heat and juice.

I pause, and piss on your cock, just a little. The warmth trickles down, over your balls.

Yet, today, just performing isn't the plan, is it Lover?

We progress - suddenly.

We stand. Me picking up my discarded top, you pulling up your shorts. We stand kissing, one of your hands caressing my half-bared ass, the other my full-bare tits.

'Ready?' you mumble with your mouth full of my tongue and I nod slowly. Taking my hand you lead ... into the bushes.

Into the men.

Scared by the sudden and highly unexpected turn of events, they are already almost at the other side of the little clearing as we enter it, looking nervously back at us.

Your shouted command stops them abruptly...

'Wait! Wait!'

They turn, cautiously, hanging together about five metres away.

'Meet my wife,' the dialogue starts as planned...

'She wants you to fuck her but there are conditions.'

The men listen eagerly.

'Number One - Her name will remain secret. Number Two - Whatever occurs here this afternoon will be at our instigation and everything will be done with her consent. Number Three - if any of you lay a finger out of place be prepared for me to break your neck. Is all that clear?'

Farmer glances at the others and nods quietly. I stand with tits and crotch thrust forward, thighs apart, aware that below the hem of the skirt the white, soaked 'V' winks at the astonished strangers. Moving quietly behind me you reach around and fondle my tits.

The men stare open-mouthed.

Our fantasy enfolds.

My heart pounds ... the real action begins!

'My wife is a slut! In fact since you'll never know her name that is what you can call her - 'Slut'. She is without doubt the horniest piece of cunt you'll ever meet; you name it, she'll do it for you. Tell them what you like men to do to you Slut'

I quiver with excitement.

The much-practised schoolgirl voice sounds convincing...

'I like men to fuck me.'

'What else?'

'I ... umm ... like ... licking their willies.'

'Why d'you say "willies" when you like to call them "cocks"? "Sucking cock" is what you usually say, isn't it?'

'Yes ... Cocks ... sucking cock.'

'Why do you like to suck their cocks?'

'I like watching their faces when I suck their cocks. It makes me horny 'cause they get so horny; they like it so much.'

'And what else. What are you always telling me you like about doing it?'

'I ... like the silky feel, the ... the taste of them ... the taste and smell ... and the feel of their ... sperm in my mouth.'

'Show the gentlemen your cunt, Slut.'

I bunch the hem of the skirt with one hand, lift it slightly. The other unties my 'g'; they slide down my thigh, dangle from my knee.

I stand meekly, tanned thighs apart, displaying my cunt to them; tits heaving, proudly jutting, hardened nips a-pointing.

Farmer openly squeezes the crotch of his jeans. Breathing hard he stares at my tits and cunt; disbelieving. The boy stands uneasily, shifting weight from foot to foot. I stare at those white lycra shorts of his, tight over slim hips, snug over bulging cock and balls. I lick my lips.

'I know what you see. Slut is very horny and her clit will be standing out. She has a very long clit, don't you think? Probably because she's constantly pulling at it. She trimmed her cunt hair so you'll also see how wet she is. Am I right?'

Your fingers twist my rosy-rock-hard nipples. Your hands pull at my firm tits. The men nod, transfixed.

'Tell the gentlemen what you like men to do to your tits, Tart.'

'I ... like ... men to hurt my tits.'

'How?'

'With their fingers or a belt or ... anything.'

'Tell them why you like them to hurt your tits.'

'It ... feels ... nice ... here.'

I bunch the skirt with my hand and slide my index downward. It rests on my clit, points at my cunt.

(You're getting hornier, Lover. I can hear your breathing and your hands are shaking even as you pull my teats, twisting and squeezing the engorged nipples. Your cock, drooling into the light-blue Lycra, grazes my bare ass.)

'Are you enjoying me pulling at your tits, Tart? Does it feel nice in your cunt now?'

'Yes. I want to come now. My cunt feels ... it's throbbing .. hot ... like a fire burning there.'

'Tell the gentlemen what else you like men to do with you, Slut.'

'I like them to fuck me a lot.'

'You're not telling everything are you Slut? Tell the gentlemen everything you like men to do to you.'

'I ... like them to fuck my bottom as well ... to smack my bottom too, ... when I'm horny.'

'And what else? You aren't telling them everything Slut, why not?'

(I can't help it. My right knee trembles. The effect of the horny-talk on the strangers electrifies me).

'I like to have men's sperm on me; like I can feel yours on my face now; it's sexy.'

'What else?'

'I like men to sit on my face and use my mouth.'

'What?'

'They put their bottoms on my mouth and I lick them ... there ... and they put their balls in my mouth ... they like it a lot when I suck their balls.'

'Don't you think that's disgusting? To let them do that to you?'

'Yes.'

'Why do you do it then?'

'Because when I'm ... horny I just want ... have ... to do it.'

'Are you horny now?'

'Yes. I've told you.'

'And what else. Is there still something you haven't told us?'

'Yes.'

'Well, tell us then.'

'When I get really really horny ... I let men, sometimes, .. use me but ... only when I'm really horny.'

'What do you mean, use you? Use you for what, what else?'

'It ... it's only when I'm really, really horny ... they use me ... they wee ... use me as a toilet.'

'You let men piss on you!'

'Yes ... I ... like them to ... piss on me.'

'That is disgusting, isn't it?'

'Yes, I know.'

'You're a little pervert, aren't you? When you want all these things, knowing they're disgusting?'

'Yes. But I can't help it. I like them to do it ... I like watching their faces ... when they piss on me.'

Redhead's body jerks; his face contorts.

'I think our friend has just used his spunk, Tart. What do you want to do about that?'

'I want to ... lick him.'

'Do it!'

I skip to Redhead, kneel in front of him, unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans and pull them down. He's wearing a pair of pink- satin women's panties, decorated with a large dark patch. I look over my shoulder at you.

'He's wearing women's panties! I like men in women's panties, cocks feel so sexy in them!'

I nuzzle, mouthing his cock through the wet panties, feeling the heat beneath. I suck and lick deliberately noisily, then hook the waistband and pull the panties down. His cock falls out, swinging wetly into my face.

I dove on in and suck the globs of spunk off the inside of the panties.

I wank him, looking around at all of you so you can see the spunk on my mouth and nose. I wank slowly but firm, watching the last traces ooze from the slit. My head bobs; those traces disappear.

'D'you like his cock? Does it make you more randy, now you have a cock in your mouth?'

'Mmm yes. He tastes horny. He must have been horny for a very long time for his cock to taste this horny.'

Farmer unzips his jeans. His cock, long and knarled like the rest of him, is fisted as he moves in on me. I remain kneeling - ready for him.

'Taste on my cock slut 'cause it's been horny too; horny a long time watching your little prick-teasing peep-show. It'll spurt in your mouth and all over those pretty titties, just like you say you like!'

'You could all wank! I'll suck you all!'

'Well gents, Slut wants to see you wank, so wank!'

The four cluster around. In a few seconds I have Farmer's and Green Boots' spunk in my mouth and on my face and tits. One touch on my clit and I'll come. The youth pulls at the lewd shape his cock makes in the tight lycra shorts ... he's not playing the game and I move in, shuffling to kneel in front of him.

I rake my nails up the hairless, tanned torso while dipping my head to nip his cock with my lips, through the shorts. I squeeze one of his nipples between forefinger and thumb, then run one hand down his back to stroke-grope his tight little ass. The other gropes his cock. I look up into his face.

His knee shakes and he stares down into my eyes.

'Come in your pants, boy,' I murmur, the fingers of one hand doing a rapid massage of his cockhead through the juicy-wet lycra. My other hand slides over his tight ass and I feel for the crease with my index. The men watch, breathing heavily.

'Pump it boy. The slut wants you to cream your sexy shorts for he...'

I feel his cock twitching and quickly peel his shorts inside- out over his thighs. I hold twitching cock against my face and wipe the mess over my skin - to join that already there.

'Mmmmm that's good,' I murmur, dipping my head to lick the creamy curds clinging to the shorts. Holding his cock, I look up with mouth wide open. The men must know what is coming next. They know me by now...

'Piss in my mouth boy. I want to taste your piss...'

I lay his short but fat cock on my tongue, my mouth wide open, waiting.

'I cccan't,' he stammers. 'It won..t.'

Farmer moves behind him, his hand sliding on the boy's ass.

'Go ahead boy. She wants it from you. You take it from us - the slut wants it from you.'

Suddenly I realise that the boy's presence here isn't coincidence. This is no passing jogger, this is a youth, here in the park to watch couples fuck - and be used by these middle-aged sex-crazed men, just like me.

It isn't a jet, more a slow gush which flows over my tongue. I remain motionless, gazing upward, allowing it to flow back, down my chin to cascade over heaving tits.

My hands move, snaking up to feel the boy's piss on my tits, to massage it into my skin. I close my mouth and he fills it until my cheeks are bursting. I move my head backward, closing my lips tightly, looking around the men, and swallow, allowing some more to dribble, to join the flow over my tits and down my stomach.

'Show them your bottom, Slut, I think they might want to use it when they see how delightful it is.'

The game has started again.

I stand, turn and raise the skirt; thrusting the little bare, tanned, pouting cheeks at them.

'Bend over that tree and show them properly!'

'OOh yes,' I croon moving quickly to the tree. Broken at its root it lies parallel to the ground about four feet from it. I bend over it; the skirt rides high...

Bared, perfect, tanned girl-ass for the use of.

'Get up on the tree properly, Slut! Rub your tits and cunt on the bark, see how it feels!'

I climb astride and lean forward along the length; arms and legs hanging either side, tits squashed under me. I groan with the harsh sensations and move; rubbing tits and cunt against the coarse bark, the skirt a crumpled circle of fabric around my waist.

'How does that feel, Slut? Tell the men how it feels and tell them what you'd like them to do to you.'

'The bark's hard on my cunt. It feels nice. I want them to strap my bottom with a belt.'

Farmer needs no more encouragement; he removes a thin black leather belt from his fallen jeans, then stands uncertainly, as if scared to proceed.

'I'll give Slut what she wants,' you intervene, taking the belt.

My cunt burns with the thought of what's to come. I move my tits on the rough bark.

'You, Redhead! Sit astride the tree; she can suck your cock again while I whip her ass!'

Straddling the tree Redhead shuffles until his cock rears in my face.

'He smells horny too!' I announce, before my head goes down, engulfing the length.

The belt lashes my ass; both cheeks. I twitch, shudder; moan into Redhead's groin.

Another slash and it's too much. I need to come. I move against the tree; sliding to and fro I squeeze my cunt against the bark.

Green-boots stands at the side and mauls a hanging tit. His cock is rampant though the jeans' zipper. He slides it against me as he works the tit; holding my hair he works my head up and down slowly on Redhead's pole.

A finger tickles in my ass-crack, feels for the forbidden hole.

'More,' I gasp. 'Whip me again ... I want to come.'

Twitching and shaking I release redhead's cock and look around at you; you see a pretty face distorted, crazed in lust. The look you've seen many times...

Your arm raises and again the belt cuts my ass. I bounce on the tree, grasp Redhead's cock and wank him. Farmer buries his face in my ass; his tongue a darting, wet snake licks my asshole; two fingers ram into my cunt, pushing me forward into Redhead's groin.

I'm gone. Moaning and groaning, the little-girl act is lost in the sea of sexual frenzy; the burning desire for more. My body jerks with each thrust of Farmer's hand into my cunt; I try to suck and wank Redhead's cock; Green Boots is fucking my armpit and tit.

I feel wetness under my arm; spunk flows into my mouth; the fresh taste wonderful. I explode.

I come on the writhing hand in my cunt, shaking and twitching on the tree, gasping for breath.

With the skirt still bunched around my waist I run my hands tenderly over my abused ass, look around at wilted cocks.

'What now, Slut. What do you want from them now?'

I swallow hard and return to schoolgirl mode, licking my lips nervously I stare at the ground.

'They could whip me again. Then they could feel me up - to get us all nice and horny again - and I'd like to feel all their hands on me at once.'

You watch as they cluster around me, your horny slut-wife. They pull at my tits, poke me front and back. As I look down at their mauling hands; mine maul awakening meat.

'Whip my teats ... please?'

I stand with thighs parted, hands on hip. My tits heave. Farmer has his belt and it slashes downward on my tits. They bounce with the force of the blow.

I look down my body, straddle my legs.

'Do my cunt now. Whip my cunt.'

He does. From behind me. He wants to see my ass as he whips my cunt.

I watch the belt slash upward between my thighs, slapping my cunt and whipping up my lower belly. Someone, Farmer?, reaches in from behind and gropes my wet cunt.

'Is it hot not Slut? Hot and ready for more cock?'

'Do me again. It feels nice and burny down there.'

Again the pain, transformed to pleasure in clit and teat. Again the wash-over of dirtiness, of perverted pleasures.

I drop to my knees, thighs splayed.

'Piss on my tits.'

Green Boots does it. A thick yellow-harsh jet splashes on my tits. I squeeze them, mouth open in a sneer of pleasure.

I love being the dirty bitch.

I slide a hand down and give clitty what she wants.

They're ready again. I'm ready again.

'I want to fuck now. Doggies. Fuck me like a dog.'

I drop to my knees and hands.

Farmer, predictably is first. Kneeling behind wide-splayed thighs he fists his cock, shuffles forward, grips my hips and lunges into my cunt. He fucks me with long, powerful strokes, roving his hands over my ass and under to grope hanging, bouncing tit.

Immediately Green-Boots kneels in front of me and my mouth opens instinctively, as it has since I was fifteen.

You, horny husband, not yet come, watch from the side. You watch Farmer's cock slide in and out of me; watch my ass get plugged by Farmer's thumb; watch as Green-Boots shafts my mouth; watch as Redhead lies down underneath me and cranes his head up to suck on my tits. You squeeze the bulbous head of your cock, still within the tight Lycra. I grin at you as best I'm able.

Farmer has one last lunge and spunks up my cunt, leaning his weight forward on my body. His hands squeeze painfully at my teats, the pain transmitting straight to my cunt. I groan.

'You're gonna like this Slut,' he mumbles and I feel him do it. I feel him pissing in my cunt as I receive a mouthful of Green Boots's cum. I groan and as he slides his dripping and wilting cock out of my mouth I manage to look up at him, my eyes pleading with him. He understands what I need, and does it even though he doesn't seem to want to. He looks at you and must receive approval for suddenly my mouth fills, just as Farmer finishes in my cunt and pulls out.

'Ass fuck her boy,' I hear him say and I feel the boys warm thighs against the back of mine. Farmers rough hand grazes me as he guides the boy-cock to my asshole.

I groan as it enters and look over my shoulder. Farmer is leaning into the boy's back, reaching around and tweaking the boy's tits. His cock moves slowly in and out.

'Tell us how it feels Slut,' Farmer grunts and I wonder where his cock is.

'It feels ... like taking ... a real good shit. Like there's a turd pushing out. Only ... this one's going in and out..'

The boy is roughly pulled backward and Green Boots takes his place. Though he, apparently, wants my cunt.

Farmer urges Boy to my head, turns him and pushes him over, making him touch his toes. Virgin (?) asshole opens in front of my eyes. Farmer pushes. My tongue finds the hole. I rim his ass, wishing I could reach under him and feel his cock and balls.

Though I suspect that Farmer will be doing just that.

They're gone now Lover.

Sent away.

We're alone, standing kissing in the wood.

You press hard against my spunk, cunt-froth, and piss-streaked body, feel my tits wet on your chest.

Your leg presses my thighs apart and I hump your thigh with my streaming cunt. We hear it slicking ... a well-fucked cunt.

I step back, naked - totalled in the wood!

I'm yours; all yours!

The depraved, debauched slut-wife alone in the wood with her equally depraved and debauched husband.

Come here, Lover ...

Come.

Come and grope me ... come and fuck me ... I love you ...

END (PHEW!)