Clare and I decided to go for a walk that morning. It had seemed to the both of us that the rain was clearing, and once the sun crept out from behind a grey cloud, we elected to get dressed and undertake a restorative and gentle lap of the park. 

We lay in bed together as we made this plan, the sheets tangled around our limbs. Clare’s long body was both covered and revealed by them, the curve of her hips interrupted by them, while a slender leg emerged below them. 

“Alright baby, let’s go,” she said. She rolled out of the bed and stood perfect and naked by the window. Her pale body was framed by the light of the window. It glowed through her hair. She gathered her scattered clothes from the floor, and walked elegantly out of the room.

By the time I had pulled on my clothes and followed her, Clare had already changed into her favourite running wear - a tight white top that she knew drove me crazy, and the soft running shorts that she knew admitted my wandering hands easily. As we stepped out of the house, I considered the possibility that she had plans for us; Perhaps midway around the park, in a secluded leafy spot? Perhaps she was intending only to tease me as we walked?

You never knew, with her. Her desires ebbed and flowed like the tides; being ready for them whenever they arose was part of the delicious joy of being with her. Her dark nipples were visible slightly through her white top, and I stole furtive glances across at them as we made our way down the road towards the park. Clare knew how I enjoyed those small erotic possibilities, these glimpses of sex, and she loved to dress for them.

As we entered the park, the sun came out. I felt its warmth on the skin of my cheeks, and I turned my face upwards to meet it, eyes closed. The light shone red and pink behind my eyelids, the warmth on my face felt glorious. I heard the smile in Clare’s voice as she said, “You look pretty when you smile in the sun like that.”

With my eyes still closed, I replied, “And you look glorious in your white top. I love how you wear those clothes just for me.” 

“Oh, you think this is for you, do you, dear?” she replied. “Maybe it is, and maybe it isn’t. We will simply have to see, darling.” I opened my eyes, just in time to see her turn and continue. Her pace was brisk, and I had to jog just ever so slightly to catch up with her. But soon we fell into our rhythm together, the sun warm on our backs, the soft air moving past our limbs as we walked.

And as we walked, we watched. Our neighbourhood was relatively affluent, and consequently the number of toned and impressive bodies we would see - clothed only in what their owner considered necessary for a run - always outnumbered the less tidy specimens. And today was no exception. The warm weather after the rain allowed us together to admire the many runners who passed us as we strolled together. We never ran, but we loved the view of those who did. 

“My word,” Clare said as a tall woman in lycra and a t-shirt effortlessly overtook our gentle pace. “That ass is just amazing.” And so it was, high and firm, lifted by the lycra, but surely it would have been just as pert naked, it moved hypnotically as its owner seemed to almost float away from us. “Her feet hardly seem to touch the ground,” Clare added, her voice dipped slightly in desire. 

“I don’t know how she runs like that,” I agreed. “It’s like she’s not real.” As I spoke, the runner stopped, and lifted her water bottle to her lips. She turned slightly, and leant her body back to take a deep drink from it. Her hair fell down her back, her back curved to her ass, and her breasts rode high, moving under her simple white t-shirt.

“Could you imagine a better outfit,” Clare asked me. “It’s like she’s showing off for us.”

“Well, Clare,” I said, “I expect she admired us as she passed us.” I reached behind Clare, and gave her ass a good firm slap. “I expect she saw your ass and wants to give you a show as a reward for being so hot.”

“Ah…” Clare sighed as the heat from my slap followed the sting. “But we can’t stop here and keep staring.” Clare looked at me. “Can we?” she asked.

“Absolutely not, Clare,” I said, “we most certainly cannot.” But despite our agreement that we were to continue, we both slowed down. The runner stood watching us approach more slowly. I thought I saw a smile play upon her lips, when she raised her arms above her head and stretched. The white t-shirt lifted, revealing her belly button and a toned, smooth stomach.

“Oh my god,” Clare said, lost in a moment of admiration, “she’s a vision.” And then, “I don’t think she’s even wearing a bra.” The runner turned, and at a gentle pace, continued on her way. Clare turned to me, “we have to follow her. I can’t get enough.”

And so we started to jog together, keeping behind the runner, both watching her smooth, languorous movements as she ran ahead of us, seemingly without effort. I gazed at the shape of her ass as she ran, the gap between her thighs and the small mound of her pussy. Her body was simply perfection, her arms toned and strong, her legs lithe and slender. Her white t-shirt lifted a little sometimes with the movement of her run, revealing the lovely skin of her lower back. I could have stared at her ass for hours, and I knew Clare was watching her too, but then the runner’s direction began to curve away from the path.

On our right, a grassy bank rose towards another higher path, but on our left the trees began. Within their shadows, we knew a small stream flowed, and quiet lanes wove from place to place. At intervals, gaps between the trees provided access, and it was into one of these gaps that the runner disappeared. 

Clare and I looked at each other, and with silent agreement, followed her.

Inside the darkness that the trees afforded, it took a few moments for our eyes to adjust. We slowed to a walk, and then stopped. The runner was standing in the path, facing us. Her arms folded beneath her breasts, her nipples were shadows beneath her white t-shirt. The secret of whether or not she wore a bra was revealed. But she did not frown at us. Her lovely face glowed with a beautiful smile as she watched us.

“Hello, you two,” she said. “I’m very glad you followed me.” She leaned back against the tree behind her, allowing her arms to drop to her sides. “Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?”

Clare broke the silence. “We’re sorry," she said. “We just couldn’t take our eyes off you. You’re perfect.” 

“Well, thank you, you aren’t so bad yourself,” the runner replied. “Would you like to come a little closer? I’d like to see that nice white top of yours more clearly.” She gazed openly at Clare’s covered breasts, her eyes moving from one to the other.

Without replying, Clare walked slowly towards her. The runner remained leaning against the tree, watching her approach. Clare hesitated a little before she moved within arm’s reach of her, and then took another step. “Now what?” she asked. 

“Now, I ask to see and to touch you,” the runner replied. “Such a lovely afternoon for it, don’t you think?” she continued. “Three gorgeous people, a warm day, a quiet place.” 

“I would love that,” Clare said. She turned to me. “Shall we?” she asked.

“I couldn’t imagine anything more delicious,” I replied. I moved to stand beside her, in front of our new companion, the runner. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I wasn’t about to let an erotic opportunity as beautiful as this one pass either of us by. I looked at Clare, and she looked at me. Unspoken the agreement passed between us, and slowly we each took off our tops. We both worked hard, we were both proud of our bodies, and we were not shy.

“Do you have a name?” I asked the runner.

“I do,” she replied. And without revealing it, she reached for Clare’s breasts and stroked her nipples gently. Clare gasped and closed her eyes. She didn’t move, she just stood and breathed, allowing our nameless runner to caress her slowly. I stepped behind Clare and moved my hands around her to stroke her smooth flat belly.

“Oh yes,” Clare said, leaning back into me. I kissed her neck. “Yes,” she said again. I lifted my hands to meet the runner’s as they moved over Clare’s breasts. Together we played with her, gently twisting her nipples, pressing our hands against her softness, stroking and caressing her. “God,” Clare breathed, “Oh, god.”

Clare opened her eyes. “My god, you’re gorgeous,” she told our new companion. She leant forward away from me and kissed her. I stood aside for a moment, to watch these two beautiful women together. Their arms wrapped around each other’s bodies, Clare’s naked breasts pressed against our companion’s clothed body. They moved against each other, and each reached down to caress the bottom of the other at the same moment. 

Then they stopped. The woman moved back slightly, her feet shifting on the ground, and lifted her white t-shirt over her head. 

Her breasts were perfect too, high and firm. Her nipples, dark and hard, moved with her breath. And then, she pressed back against Clare. The curve of the underside of her breasts flattened against her body as they embraced. They kissed again, losing themselves in desire. And so I joined them. I kissed Clare’s cheek, and held them both to me as they kissed. I moved my hands down their bodies. I slid my hand between the fabric of their shorts and their skin. Our feet moved on the fallen leaves, small twigs snapped as Clare and the woman continued their kiss. My hands stroked the naked skin under their shorts. 

And then the woman turned her face to me. 

“I would like to kiss you, too,” she said.

“Please,” I replied. Our lips met. In that moment, the noises around us ceased. The rustle of leaves, the birdsong. Everything seemed to be suspended as I closed my eyes. I saw stars, blood rushed in my ears. I felt Clare’s arms move around me, felt her hands hold me, her caress. When, eventually, we broke apart, I opened my eyes to see Clare watching us. Desire and abandon in her eyes, a loving and lascivious smile on her lips.

“God, that was hot,” she said. “I love watching you kiss.” She reached for my hand, and lifted it, guiding it to her breast. “Now,” she breathed softly, “keep going.” She moved her body against mine. “Keep kissing her,” she told me.

We kissed again. My lips moved against the runner’s, passionately. Our breath joined in a single breath. And Clare spoke, softly, to both of us;

“Go, it’s hot. I love seeing this,” she said. “Kiss her for me, let me watch. Let me tell you what I’m going to do to you both.” My hand was still on her breast, stroking her hard nipple, and Clare continued; “First, I’m going to suck your lovely cock, and stroke you, until you come in my mouth.” Clare’s breath came in slow sighs between words. “And then I’m going to give this beautiful woman my mouthful of come, in a slow kiss.” The woman moaned then, as she kissed me, imagining it, the sight, the taste. 

“Then this lovely man is going to kneel, and he’s going to lick your cunt while we share his come,” Clare spoke every word slowly, deliberately. Savouring the word “cunt”, pronouncing it carefully, making sure she enjoyed every aspect of the shape of the word. Letting the word “come” linger on her lips, like the soft salty drips will when the time comes. The woman’s tongue was in my mouth, dancing with mine, and Clare continued. “And then, when you’ve come, he’s going to fuck me in the ass while you watch,” she said. 

The woman stood back from the kiss. “My god, I want to see that,” she said. “Your ass is delightful, I’ll bet his cock looks amazing buried deep inside it.”

“Oh, it does." Clare smiled at her. “It really does.”

Without pausing for a moment, Clare sank to her knees in the shadow of the trees, and freed my cock from my shorts. With a deep breath, she moved forwards, allowing the full length of it to sink into her throat. Then she opened her mouth wider and pushed forwards. I felt my cock press against the back of her throat and then felt the tip slide slightly into a tight grip. Clare loved to suck my cock and always did her best to take me as deep as she could. She swallowed, and I felt her throat contract around me. Then, looking upwards at me, she started to fuck me with her mouth. She held me by my thighs and pushed her mouth back and forth up and down my cock. The sensation was incredible and divine, and I had no intention of holding back. I wanted to come in her mouth to see her share it with the runner. And then I wanted to lick the runner’s cunt, on my knees, in the forest, by the stream.

I started to match Clare’s rhythm, to share the work, and I felt the tension grow inside me, gathering at the base of my cock. Shivers ran up my back, and suddenly with a groan, my cock jerked and twitched between the grip of her lips. Come flooded over her tongue and filled her waiting mouth. Swiftly she pulled back from me, stood, and moved into her promised kiss with the runner. Come dripped from Clare’s lips as they met hers; their tongues swirled together in the taste of it. Salty and sweet, their lips and my come. They kissed, their hands reached for each other’s bodies, each other’s breasts. I knelt down in front of them, not taking my eyes from them. I pulled each of their shorts down, delighted to discover that neither of them wore anything underneath them. Clare slowly pushed the now-naked runner back against a tree, and with the palm of her hand, gently moved one leg to the side. Eagerly, I moved towards her and looked up.

The vision of her body above me was nothing short of incredible. “You are a god,” I said, in wonder at the sight of her. Her breasts, full and round. Her cunt, a small slice into her body, offering treasures and delights within. Her soft, flat stomach. The small mound above her pussy. Everything about her was perfect.

She looked down, my come still shining on her lips, Clare naked next to her. “Thank you, darling,” she said softly. “May I kiss your girlfriend while you lick my cunt?” she asked.

“Yes, you may,” I answered. And I leant into her pussy, slipping my tongue between the soft lips of her cunt, drawing her to my face with my hands around her thighs. She sighed with pleasure and returned to Clare’s face, kissing her, tasting my come that still lingered in both of them. I opened my mouth, extended my tongue past her cunt lips. I tasted her deeper. My nose pushed against her clit, my tongue slipped up and down her cunt, into her, out of her. She writhed against me, lifted her leg. I knelt further under her, allowing my tongue to circle the space between her cunt and her ass, to orbit between those two tender holes. She tilted her hips forward, and I probed the secret tunnel of her ass with my tongue, and then returned my licks to the glorious wetness of her cunt.

I reached my hands around her ass. I lifted one hand from her soft skin, and gently smacked her bottom while I pushed my tongue as far into her cunt as I could. She yelped, muffled by the kiss with Clare that was continuing unabated as the pleasure from her pussy radiated through her body. I could feel her tensing, I knew her orgasm would shake through her body soon, and so I started to concentrate on her clit. 

I took my time, licking her clit gently as though it was the most delicious thing you could imagine, but I didn’t want it to be gone too soon. I lost myself in the sensations of it, the way the taste of her intensified as my tongue slid into her. The way her body trembled as licks on her clit slowly increased in pressure. The wetness of her. The tightness as my finger gently probed her asshole, sliding slightly inside her. She shook and moaned, still kissing Clare, little sparks of orgasm bursting inside her as the larger wave built. 

I wanted her pleasure to last, and I didn’t want to stop licking her. I slowed, I licked circles around her clit, and I slowly eased my finger deeper into her ass. I felt her muscles contract around my invading finger, and then relax. I heard her moan, cry out; “Oh yes, oh yes!” I felt her pleasure grow, her body shook, and suddenly the dam broke. Her orgasm exploded inside her, the tension released, the muscles of her ass twitched and spasmed around my finger. Her cunt was flooded with the delicious taste of her, soaking my tongue, flowing into my mouth.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, as the waves of her climax broke through her. I slowly eased my finger from her ass. “Oh wow,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve come so hard for a very long time, darling.” I knelt back on the leaves and looked up at her. “I can still taste your come, too,” she added, looking back down at me. “Delicious.”

“As is yours, goddess," I replied. “Your cunt is a feast.”

“Goddess,” she repeated back to me. “First a god, now a goddess. Thank you.” She kissed Clare on the cheek. “Your boyfriend is a cunt-licking god,” she told me. “You are very lucky.”

"Oh, it isn’t luck, darling,” Clare replied. “We are devoted to pleasure, both of us.”

“So you are, my dear,” she said. “And what was the last item on that list of glorious-sounding acts you listed earlier?” 

“This lovely man is going to fuck me in the ass, while you get to watch,” Clare said. “And then, you’re coming home with us,” she continued. “If you would like, that is?”

“Well now, I don’t normally do that kind of thing." She looked at the two of us. Down at me, kneeling still on the forest floor, and at Clare. Her gaze roamed over us, lingering on Clare’s large round breasts, on my hardening cock. “Maybe, I think for you two, I might make an exception,” she continued. “But first, dears, I want my show.”

Clare moved over to me, gave me her hands, and helped me to my feet. She kissed me on the lips, and said “Now my love, let’s show her how I really love to be fucked.” She turned around, and still standing, spread her legs and braced herself against the tree. 

I stood behind her, and knelt, immediately plunging my tongue into her ass. Clare pushed her hips back against me, and the runner watched. I pressed my tongue into her, while Clare’s practiced muscles relaxed, allowing my tongue to probe deeper. I slid my hand over her pussy and then allowed a finger to slide inside her.

“Oh yes, that’s it,” Clare said. “Open me up.”

I took the slick wetness from her, and used it to ease my finger into her ass. Then I withdrew my finger, licked it and another, before sliding them both back into her ass.

“Oh fuck, baby. Yes.” She sighed. 

“Incredible,” the runner said, watching my fingers slide into Clare’s ass intently. 

And then, “Now, darling. Fuck me now.”

“Yes, fuck her,” our runner added. “I want to see.” She helped me to my feet. “Can I hold your cock as you enter her?” she asked.

“Yes, please,” I replied. “Please do.”

She held my cock in her hand and guided it towards Clare’s winking asshole. “Oh!” Clare exclaimed, as the tip of my cock slipped easily into the first grip of her ass. “More,” she added, wiggling her hips a little and leaning back. “More of your cock.”

The runner’s hand remained around my cock as I eased it into Clare’s ass. I felt the grip of her hold me tight, and the runner’s hand stroked me as I entered her. I felt the space inside Clare open out, and my cock filled her slowly. Deeper and deeper I moved; Clare’s moans vibrated in her chest. Eventually, the runner took her hand away, and I buried the last inches of my cock into Clare. I felt the grip of her interior on the tip of my cock as I bottomed out in her ass.

“Fuck me,” Clare begged. “Fuck me, baby,” she groaned, “fuck me hard.”

“Fuck her,” the runner repeated Clare’s request. “Let me see you fuck her.”

I slowly eased the length of my cock from Clare’s ass and then slid back into her, filling her completely again. 

“Fuck!” Clare grunted the word out. “Oh, fuck, fuck me. Fuck.” 

And so I began to move into and out of her ass, slowly at first, always returning to the hilt, pushing into her as deep as I knew she loved. The thrusts moved along the length of my cock, the tightness at its tip at first, then along, down, sliding smoothly. Clare tilted her ass, arching her back, her legs spread apart; She granted me the deepest possible access to her glorious body. She braced against the tree with both hands, panting, moaning pleasure into the bark of the tree. Her forehead against its mossy cool surface, palms against the bark. 

“Fuck, yes, fuck me,” she begged again. “Harder.”

I increased the pace slightly, just enough to bring her pleasure to the next level. Fucking her, I nearly forgot about our companion, who was standing next to me, hands between her legs, gazing in admiration and erotic fascination at my cock as it fucked Clare’s perfect asshole. “It’s so beautiful,” she said, “so gorgeous.” She stroked Clare’s back as I fucked her, “Are you going to come inside her?” she asked.

“Yes,” Clare said, “come inside me, please. Fuck me harder, and come inside me.” She dropped her head, held onto the tree, and braced harder against the increasing pace of my thrusts into her ass. “Please, fuck me; come inside me,” she spoke between breaths. "Fill me up, baby.” 

“Yes!” I cried out my pleasure, my orgasm broke into pieces within me. I felt come jet through the length of my cock, felt the pressure of it surge past the tight ring of her asshole. I felt it pour from the tip of my cock, white hot light illuminating my closed eyes. My body tingled, the soles of my feet sparkled. 

“FUCK!” Clare shouted. “God, I felt you fill me up. You were so deep when you came, my love.” She panted still, and breathing hard, she squeezed the muscles of her ass around my softening cock. 

“Oh my god,” the runner whispered. “That was incredible,” she stroked Clare’s back again. “You two are quite a find.” She watched as I slowly slid my cock from Clare’s ass, admiring the trickle of come that dripped from her into the leaves in the ground. She patted Clare’s bottom, and dipped her finger slightly into Clare’s still slightly open ass. “Amazing,” she said, “just beautiful.”

Clare stood up and stretched, her breasts lifting. She ran her hands over them, pinching her own nipples a little. She turned to the runner. “Now, you need to come home with us. I haven’t come yet, and I’d like to see if you and my boyfriend might like to do something about that?”

“I’d love to,” she said. “I might even tell you my name.”

“I’d like that,” Clare replied. “And I’d like you to spank me until I glow. And then I’d like to cry your name out when I come.” She smiled. “I have a feeling it will sound good like that.”

“Spank you until you glow?” the runner repeated. “That is a very enticing prospect. I will be very happy indeed to oblige.”

And so we dressed. We found our discarded clothes by the trees. We dusted leaves and twigs from them, and helped each other balance as we pulled on our shorts. Clare and the runner covered their beautiful breasts with their tops, deciding to wear each other’s for the trip back to our place. Clare in the simple white t-shirt, and the runner in Clare’s tight white top. Both were as beautiful as each other.

Clare turned to the runner. “Darling, tell me your name.”

"Rose," replied the runner. “I’m Rose.” She kissed Clare on the cheek, and I followed them as, hand in hand, they stepped out from the trees into the sunshine.