Bronwen was just twenty-one years old, raised under the strict rigors of Welsh Chapel. She was married to Alen, who was a couple of years older than her and attended the same Church. Alen was being groomed as a possible elder of the church. When she was growing up, it was under strict rules: no boyfriends, and she was always dressed in modest clothing. Bronwen was one of those women who had slightly collapsed in on themselves, as though subservience were the only role open to her.
She worked part-time at the local supermarket, which had grown beyond its capacity for customers. The well-lit stockroom was separate from the main store. The old stockroom was now the in-store bakery and butchery department. As long as there was no thieving going on, the two internal stockroom security videos were ignored except by the store manager, who took them home for his wife to enjoy.
Bronwen was finishing her shift and began to undress at the back of the stockroom before climbing into her usual drab clothes. Bronwen had just removed all of her shop uniform when she heard the stockroom door open.
Sue, Rachel and Mary were in the front of the stockroom noisily giggling among themselves and hadn’t realised that Bronwen was there. These were the flashy girls who had slept with many of the guys in school, and they had, for some reason, now become some of the most popular local girls. Bronwen secretly envied them as, though married, she was almost virginal and inexperienced.
“Oh, excuse me, girls,” she heard a male voice say. It was Pete, the warehouse man. Rachel replied, “No problems, Pete, come in and play with us!” Pete started laughing, dashing in. Bronwen looked around the divider to see what was going on as Pete was obviously loving it.
Bronwen stood there stunned, but it was so erotic that she couldn’t look away. Rachel first removed Pete’s brown coat, then started to unzip the guy's jeans. Sue and Mary began to remove his shirt. Once he was completely naked, Rachel directed him to the bench and knelt in front of his large cock. She quickly leaned forward and took his stiff member fully into her mouth.
Mary was standing beside them, having her nipples teased by Pete’s fingers. From behind Mary, Sue had her fingers up Mary’s dress and was massaging Mary’s pussy. She was kneeling behind Mary and playing with her pussy. Her fingers were going in and out of her wetness, and her thumb was making circles around Mary’s butt hole. Mary was moaning, and Pete was enjoying the attention that was being given to his cock. Rachel was sucking his cock harder and harder.
Bronwen was having trouble keeping quiet. Her breathing was getting faster, and she was becoming so excited that she knew they would hear her. They still didn’t know that she was there, and she was enjoying the scene too much to interrupt. Bronwen began to move her fingers between her thighs and into her slit. She started to rub her own clit as she watched Sue now eating Mary’s pussy.
Sue stood up and signalled the others to move aside while she straddled Pete. His cock slid up into her pussy. Rachel directed Mary over to the bench, made her lie down, spread her legs and began to lick her pussy. Sue was screaming in orgasmic pleasure. She moved even more quickly up and down on his cock whilst he played with her nipples. Sue began to extend her back in pleasure, and her moans became louder. Bronwen could sense Pete’s cock glistening with Sue’s pussy juice and his cum.
Bronwen had never seen women do that. She began rubbing her clit even harder, and cum began to cream down her thigh. She tried to keep her moans quiet. She didn’t want them to see or hear her, but she just couldn’t stop. Pete lifted Sue off his cock and walked over to Rachel and Mary. Sue sat on the bench and spread her legs wide, rubbing herself with one hand and playing with her nipples with the other. Rachel stood up from Mary and lay down on the stockroom floor. Pete knelt between Rachel’s legs and started to fuck her hard.
Mary grabbed a vibrator from her handbag, leaned over and began using it on Sue’s pussy. Sue was about to cum. The moaning coming from the scene in front of Bronwen was too erotic to bear. Bronwen thrust her fingers ever deeper inside her, moving them in and out whilst she watched Pete fuck Rachel. She tried to stay quiet. This mustn’t stop, not yet, not until she too finished. Mary was the last to be serviced by her husband Pete.
For Bronwen, gone were any thoughts about her husband Alen, or the strict sermonizing from her parents and the Church. Bronwen knew what she wanted. She wanted that freedom of choice, to do with her own body what she wanted, when she wanted, how she wanted, and with whom she wanted.
Almost a week later and in the stockroom, Bronwen nervously went to see Pete and asked if he would fuck her silly, right there and right now. Pete became more than a little flustered, but when Bronwen recounted what she saw the previous week, Pete realised he was in no position to argue.
At first, it was all gauche and awkward, more like teenage fumbling and groping at school. Pete soon understood that he should gently lead. He sat Bronwen down on the bench and stood behind her, kissing her neck and ears, while unbuttoning her cardigan. He slipped the garment off her shoulders and was surprised by Bronwen’s small but pert breasts. Brushing over her breasts with his hands, he undid her blouse and removed it. What lay beneath sent blood gushing into his hardening penis. It was flawless white skin over beautifully formed breasts, capped by pinkish-brown extended nipples.
Pete moved to stand before this hidden gem of femininity, cupping and massaging her breasts before leaning to lick and suck those extended nipples. Bronwen began to moan as Pete knelt in front of her. He placed her arms around his neck, continuing his exploration of Bronwen with his lips. Reaching around her, he undid the button of her plain skirt. Still with her arms around his neck, Pete lifted her, enabling him to slide her skirt and panties out from under her firmly cheeked bottom.
Pete slowly moved downwards, kissing and licking his way to Bronwen’s bush. He rubbed his nose through her wild, untrimmed bush, easing her legs apart, exposing the delicate beauty of her femininity. She was soaking wet, as Pete tasted her sweet arousal juices, and ran his tongue across her clit. No more foreplay was needed, so Pete pulled out his stiff cock and ran the tip up and down her open slit. When the alignment was right, Bronwen pulled Pete’s large cock in, like some ravenous animal, leaving him gasping with pleasure.
This was not an afternoon’s passing fuck anymore. It had become a raging, animalistic, lust-filled rut with all the passion-filled screams, shouts, and grunts of mutual ecstasy. Orgasm after orgasm rattled through Bronwen when Pete finally shot his load. Bronwen passed out from the blissful release from all the historic pressure and stress of being forced to deny her own sexuality.
Pete’s shrinking cock allowed him to lower Bronwen into a comfortable resting position on the bench, while Mary rummaged in her handbag for some clean tissues. Mary had arrived just when Pete and Bronwen went blind and deaf from overwhelming passion. Mary said nothing, looking first at her husband, then at Bronwen, and back to Pete. For his part, husband Pete looked sheepishly at his feet.
