Bridgette In The Park

Bridgette casually strolled through the park, her pale, blue eyes moving about. Her tits bounced and jiggled beneath the unbuttoned shirt, tied at the waist. The blouse did little to cover them. There was no need to swing her hips; her voluptuous ass didn't need any extra movement. Her super short cut-off jeans did all the work to accentuate her curves. She didn't even bother to try to tug the frayed jeans down to cover herself. Her ass cheeks bounced and moved freely.

Bridgette had been well aware for many years of the way men(and women) reacted to her body. It was a very powerful feeling, and she just became more and more bold as time had passed. She loved showing off, letting people see her almost too-perfect form anywhere she went.

Today, it was nice, cool day, with warm sunshine and a soft breeze. She adjusted her hat on her head, making sure the wind would not carry it away. She could feel the stares from several people from all around, but she was looking for a particular person and place. It wasn't long before she saw a sight that made her gasp in delight.

Her eyes locked onto her friend Holly, red hair blazing in the sunshine. Her own ample tits were shaking as she rode on the face of her boyfriend, right there in the open. Just as she promised she would be.

Bridgette giggled, twirling her hair between her fingers as she approached them. She let her hand trail between her big tits, and her nipples peaked and hardened. "Damn, Holly. You weren't lyin' to me at all."

Holly gasped and leaned forward, hearing Chris gasp for air. "And no one here will tell, either. Look around. There are more than a few people enjoying themselves." She then sat roughly down onto Chris once again, and rotated her hips against his now-hidden face.

Bridgette cast her gaze around. The first person she locked eyes with was a woman sitting on a high stone nearby. Her hand was between her own legs, moving gently against her pussy through her shorts.

Just past her, hidden slightly in the shade of the trees, she saw an older man who was obviously jacking off. Unlike the woman, he seemed timid and shy. He didn't hold her interest very long. Other people moved among the trees, their eyes moving to both her and Holly on occasion.

But then she heard a surprised sound. A young man, no more than 20, had approached the clearing, stopping short upon viewing the erotic scene before him. His blue eyes widened, and his breathing sped up.

He started to turn away, but Bridgette seized her moment. "Hey," she called out to him.

He stopped but didn't turn around. "Look at me," she commanded. She moved her hands across the front of her shirt, opening it up a bit more.

The young man turned slowly, his eyes downturned. "I... I didn't see anything," he stammered.

"Look at me," Bridgette said a bit more firmly this time. He finally raised his eyes. They immediately stopped on her big, natural tits. He swallowed almost audibly.

Bridgette let the silence hang between them. Behind her, she heard Holly gasp in delight. Bridgette turned to see her grinding her hips on Chris' face. Chris grunted loudly, and Holly leaned forward to let him breathe for a few seconds. She massaged his cock through his shorts. Holly locked her gaze on the interloping young man. "Not yet, baby. I'm going to wait for Bridgette." Holly then sat all the way up, burying his face completely.

When Bridgette turned back to the man, he was subconsciously rubbing his cock through his pants. Bridgette took note of its size, growing ever larger. Even behind his jeans, it was obvious he was well endowed. "I think you're just what I am looking for," she purred. "What's your name?"

"Joh...John," he stuttered. His gaze met hers for a moment, then moved to her tits. "Damn. You... your tits. I've never... I mean, I've been with a girl before but..." His voice trailed off.

"But you've never been with a woman," Bridgette said simply. Something came over John in that moment. He felt almost an irresistible urge to fuck her. He shook his head briskly, gulped in a breath.

Bridgette gasped, her desire multiplying exponentially. She walked up to him slowly, pulling open her shirt a bit more. Her tits were now all but completely exposed, and his eyes focused on them.

Bridgette reached down and pushed his hand aside. She almost painfully gripped his cock through the denim, and he moaned in both pleasure and discomfort. "Touch them," she ordered.

John would not have been able to stop himself if he had wanted to. And he didn't want to. His hands ripped open her shirt the rest of the way and off her shoulders. He grabbed one in each hand, and then Bridgette began to roughly kiss him.

Their mouths devoured each other, moaning and grunting and becoming more and more ensnared in their own passions. Bridgette lifted her leg and wrapped around his waist. Their heights were perfectly spaced so that she was able to grind herself against hips.

One of John's hands moved to her ass, and he grabbed a handful of flesh and kneaded it. He thrusted against her pussy through her shorts, grunting each time. His mouth broke from hers and he buried it against her neck.

"What... what's your name," he whispered roughly.

"Bridgette," she answered, tilting her head as his mouth moved down to her exposed collarbone.

"Bridgette," he repeated. He panted quickly and looked around. "People are... are watching."

"Good," she moaned. "Let them see what I am going to do to you."

Her voice almost sounded evil, menacing. He brought up his face to hers, and he looked frightened. "What... what do you mean," he almost cried.

"I'm going to teach you what it's like to get fucked by a woman."

She grabbed his hand, leading him over to stand next to Holly and Chris. He resisted, but Bridgette pulled on his arm firmly. Holly had risen off of her boyfriend's face, and John noted that he seemed to be half-unconscious.

"Take out your cock and lie down on the ground here next to Chris," Bridgette said as she gave a casual wave. As much as John wanted to say no, there was something that kept him from it.

He undid his pants with shaky hands, unfolding his large, stiffening cock from his underwear. Bridgette licked her lips, then gently pushed down on his shoulders until he was lying on the ground near Chris and Holly.

He and Chris looked at each other. Chris gave John a slight smile, and Holly undid Chris's pants and began playing with his hard cock. John moaned, and was immediately covered by Holly's own amazing ass once more.

Bridgette casually got on her hands and knees near John, and took his cock immediately into her mouth. She sucked and fondled and licked him into a frenzy. He was squirming underneath her knowledgeable ministrations. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy it.

He felt Bridgette shift around, and he opened his eyes after a few seconds. Bridgette was beginning to straddle him, but facing away from him. He started to speak. "Bridgette, what...."

But his voice was cut off when Bridgette planted her ass firmly down into his upturned face. He couldn't see anything, couldn't breathe, couldn't talk.

The scent of her, however, was heady and intoxicating. Her jean shorts still covered her crack and her pussy, but the smell of her arousal was unmistakable. John pulled his head back just a little bit, pressing it into the ground. It allowed him to breathe just a touch.

But a strange desire came over him. He wanted more of her ass, not less. He pulled and tugged against the denim covering her cheeks. It wasn't long before Bridgette raised up a bit to unfasten and loosen them. She pulled them aside with a tearing sound, leaving her slit and pussy exposed while still having denim against them.

She leaned down and put her ass in the air, taking his cock once more into her mouth. He had grown much harder, longer. "Damn, John. Your cock is amazing. One day I want to feel it inside of me," she moaned as she stroked and teased it.

"One... one day?" He stuttered. "Not now?"

"Oh yes, I want it now. But I want something else first." She shifted her ripped shorts even more. "You're going to pleasure me as I deserve." She then spread her ample asscheeks and pressed herself down onto his face.

John cried out in surprise, but the sound died against her flesh. His tongue seemed to move all on its own accord, exploring her puckered anus like a delectable meal. Bridgette's weight almost was too much, but it somehow made it even hotter. As he devoured her and his breathing quickened, he could see swirls of color and shapes in his darkened vision.

He could feel his cock growing painfully hard now, and he was about to try to push Bridgette up for some air, when she raised up on her own. She leaned forward and he gulped in fresh air, before gasping in delight as she wrapped her mouth around his cock again. She stroked and licked his taut flesh, and he felt his lower abdomen tensing and flexing as his delight grew.

"Oh God," he moaned and pushed his cock deep into her throat. She moaned against the tip as it pushed deeper, then immediately sat fully up and pressed her ass onto his face again.

John's hands came up seemingly of their own will, and he spread her ass wider to give himself more access. He couldn't see anything, but could feel Bridgette grinding her pussy against his jaw. Her juices were soaking his skin and neck.

John could hear Holly moaning and grunting next to him, the sound deadened by the flesh around his face and head. He heard a hand slapping skin, and an excited call-out from Holly. It made his cock twitch, and Bridgette leaned forward just a bit to stroke it.

Bridgette raised up a bit to let him breathe once more, licking the head of his dancing cock. "I'm gonna cum all over your face, baby," she said between licking and stroking his shaft.

"Mmm...mmhmmm," was all John could manage to say before Bridgette sat down with force on his face once more.

John heard Holly call loudly as she came to orgasm. What he couldn't see was Chris jacking his own cock furiously, cumming in spurts as Holly rode on his face.

Her cries, and Bridgette grinding on his face, made his hand grip his own cock. Bridgette raised up a little and said firmly, "Don't you dare cum before I do. Put your hands down."

John did as he was told, and Bridgette moved her legs so that his arms were pinned at his sides. She settled once more onto his face, then looked over at Holly. "Do it," Holly said, breathless.

Bridgette brought her hands up to her own tits and gripped them tightly, rotating her hips on John's face. Her orgasm was quick and violent, reaching back to grip John's head to force herself down harder onto his face. She cried out indistinguishable words and sounds, and John's face shifted to lick at her juices as they poured onto his mouth and chin.

John felt like he was going to pass out. The darkness behind his eyelids swirled and changed. Just as he thought he couldn't handle any more, he realized he could feel fresh air again on his wet face. Before he could speak, he felt Bridgette get up.

She adjusted her shorts, rebuttoned her shirt, and leaned down to kiss John passionately. Their tongues danced and their mouths moved as one.

She broke the kiss with a loud POP, then whispered against his lips. "Now you can cum if you want. But I am going to leave now."

She stood, leaving John lying there with cum on his face and his throbbing cock dancing in the air, dribbling pre-cum from the tip. "Brid.... Bridgette?'" He almost said with a pleading voice.

"You're on your own baby," she said to him over her shoulder.

"I got what I wanted."