Izzy

Izzy.</p>

If you go down in the woods...</p>
Tom took Izzy's hand as he led her down the garden path. They passed the heavenly scented roses in their pinks and yellows. Izzy stopped to smell the fragrance of a white rose, then followed Tom to the gate at the end of the garden. She loved living here. The village was where she had lived all her life, and Tom had courted her through their school days and into adulthood. They'd married just six months ago.
The rustic wooden gate led out into the wild woodland that bordered the back of their row of houses. Tom smiled as he led her along the path that snaked between the mature trees. He stopped, once their house was out of sight and pressed her back against a tree. His hands found her waist and stroked her sides through the thin sundress. Izzy shuddered at his touch, still, even after years of intimacy with her hard-bodied lover. His hands were rough on her breasts through the thin fabric. She wore no bra at his request. Tom worked on one of the local farms, his body strong from the hard physical work. His mouth found hers and she surrendered to his kiss. Coarse thumbs stroked her erect nipples as his tongue delved into her mouth. She moaned as he slipped the thin straps of her summer dress from her shoulders and she felt the coolness of the breeze on her bare breasts for the first time in so long.
"What if someone sees me?" she asked.
"Then they'll be almost as lucky as me," Tom said, grinning. "Your breasts are amazing. I love them. I love you."
Izzy opened her mouth to return his declaration, but his mouth found her hard, pink nipple, and she groaned in pleasure. Teeth nipped. Lips sucked. Strong fingers massaged the soft flesh of her tits, driving her towards the climax she knew was coming. She only discovered breast-induced orgasms since she and Tom had become intimate. He'd wrung his first climax from her just by suckling and teasing her pendulous breasts. Now she craved the feelings he gave her. Some nights they never reached penetration. She came from his ministrations to her boobs, and she sucked his thick cock dry, before they fell asleep.
His mouth was latched onto her left nipple, pulling her breast into his mouth. There was a line between pleasure and pain, and Tom rode it expertly. His fingers pinched and tugged at her right breast, twisting and squeezing her as her sarıyer escort mouth opened in a gasp of joy and her body shook in ecstasy.
He released her, and she felt the tingling sting in her titties, and the aching throb in her damp pussy.
"I want to suck you," she said, kneeling with her back to a fallen tree trunk. She fought with his belt and fly before pulling his rigid cock from his clothing. She smiled and licked the glistening bead of moisture from his tip, then sunk her lips around his shaft, bobbing her head to drive him to the back of her mouth. He tasted of sweat, of work, of man. His hands cupped the sides of her face, and she looked up at him, nodding in assent. Tom smiled and pushed his cock deeper. Izzy gagged, and coughed, but he kept going. He was in her throat, now. How she loved it when he took control and fucked her throat. Soft, wet sounds came from her as he plundered her mouth. He pulled out, and Izzy gasped a breath before she was swallowing him again.
There was movement in the periphery of her vision and she glanced to her right to see a man standing watching their display. Izzy trembled with excitement as she felt Tom's shaft swell in her throat and his thick semen jet into her belly. The man was extracting his own cock from his trousers as Tom drew his shrinking dick from her mouth and kissed her head.
"Enjoy," he whispered, wiping a bead of cum from her mouth, and feeding it to her.
Izzy watched as the man approached her. He was tall and dark, his hair was swept back, and he smiled as he presented her with his long, thin penis. Izzy shuddered in anticipation as she took it in her mouth, running her tongue over the underside while she sucked him deeper.
He didn't force himself into her throat as Tom had done, but allowed her to use her oral skills to coax him towards his climax. It was so quick, and Izzy wondered if he was an inexperienced lover as he pulled his cock from her mouth and jacked himself over her heaving tits. The warm cum trickled down her chest as she watched him zip himself up and smile as he turned away.
She blinked in surprise as another figure walked towards her. This man she knew. She'd fooled around in Alec Smith's hay loft with Tom when they were young teens. He looked down at her bare, cum streaked body and nodded. şarkışla escort His cock was long and fat, and she opened her mouth wide to take him in. He smelled of hay, and horses. He sawed in and out of her 'O' shaped mouth for several minutes as Izzy's jaw ached and her panties stuck to her dripping pussy. When he came, he roared like a bull and shot his load over her upturned face. Izzy tasted his warm spending, swallowing it down as he stroked her wet face and walked away.
The next man was another school friend. Billy Thomas was blonde and lanky, his body glazed with sweat from his morning run. He pulled aside his running shorts to offer her his circumcised dick. He was hot in her mouth and she allowed him into her throat a little to accommodate his length. He came quickly, tucking himself in and jogging off into the trees.
She looked up, wondering who was next. She'd never felt so wanton. Her body vibrated with sexual tension. Was this Tom's idea? How had so many people suddenly appeared in the woods on a Sunday morning? There was movement to her right and she looked up into the eyes of Mary Connor from the village shop. She was older than Izzy, maybe thirty. Izzy wondered if she had come to put a stop to her orgy of oral penetration, but she simply smiled and lifted her skirt.
Izzy came face to face with another woman's genitalia for the first time and gazed, mesmerised, as Mary lifted her leg on to the fallen trunk and pulled Izzy's face towards her black-furred cunt.
Izzy gave the woman an experimental lick, then delved between the puffy lips to taste her first female lover. She used her experience with Tom, with his expert pussy licking, and tried to do the same to Mary.
When she climaxed, Mary's juiced cascaded over her face, trickling down over her exposed breasts.
A man was next, then another. She'd stopped looking to see who she was sucking, concentrating on their pleasure, and the coating of sticky cum on her body. A woman, older this time, pressed her soaking face into her crotch, and Izzy serviced her as she had all the others. Her only purpose, now was to please them all.
It was a man again. He held her head firmly and pressed into her mouth, then her throat. She looked up, for the first time in what seemed like hours, to find Tom's warm, brown eyes smiling down at her. şarköy escort She raced to finish him, stroking his heavy balls as she swallowed his length... then his cum.
"Have you had fun?" Tom asked, helping her to stand on shaking legs. She nodded mutely.
"Let's get you home, then."
She stepped out of the remains of her pretty sun dress. It was stained and muddy, so she took Tom's hand and walked, dressed in just white panties, back to the house they shared.
He led her to the bathroom and she peeled off her soaked panties. "I need a shower," she said.
"Not yet," Tom said. "Bend over and hold on to the edge of the bath."
Izzy quivered in anticipation as she leant forward and felt Tom step behind her. His cock felt like solid wood as he slipped into her, ploughing forward until she felt his balls slap her ass. He drew back, then plunged again. Izzy wailed. Her sex had been waiting for this for so long. She was impossibly wet, and he pounded into her in an almost frictionless rhythm. She felt his fingers slip around her, finding her swollen clit and rubbing her from side to side.
She was cumming now, an almost continuous wave of orgasms, one after another. Tom grabbed her hips as her legs gave way, holding her up as he railed her sodden cunt.
"Tom! Cum!" she begged.
His hand stroked her plump ass, then his thumb found her back door and pressed into her last opening. Izzy grunted like some feral creature, her body flailing uncontrollably as he finally pumped jet after jet into her sopping hole.
She collapsed onto the cold tiles as Tom released her limp body. She whimpered, glancing up at him as she heard him begin to run a bath.
"Am I a slut?" she whispered.
"Yes, Izzy. You are my slut. I watched every one of those men and women as you pleasured them. You were magnificent."
"But, how will I face them? Billy and Mary, and Alec. They know what I am, now."
Tom turned off the taps and bent to lift Izzy into the warm water. He soaked a sponge and added soap, tenderly cleaning his wife's face and body.
"You will hold your head high and look them in the eye. You will smile, and each one will remember the orgasm they had, that you gave them. You are the one who holds the power, Izzy. You are the one who gave them pleasure, who wore their ejaculations like a badge of honour."
"Will it happen again?" she asked, sliding her hand below the water and stroking her throbbing pussy.
"If you wish it to," Tom said, pushing wet hair from her glowing face.
Izzy massaged her clit, lazily, in the warm bath. "Next time, I want them to pleasure me," she said. "But mouths only. Your cock is the only one that goes inside my pussy, Tom. Only yours."