It was two weeks since mid-thirties Mark Hogan had contacted and fucked his older West Indian friend Marsha, he still did not know her surname, but he had been thinking about her a lot. Friend was possibly not the right word because they knew little about each other but they had had two sensational sexual encounters.
Marsha, or rather her large arse, had brought them together when her backside came into contact with Mark's crotch on a crowded underground train and they had experienced each other sexually in Marsha's flat twice since the train encounter.
Neither of them was attached but Marsha had stipulated that she did not want a relationship, just an occasional fuck, and Mark was happy enough with that.
Marsha, who was aged fifty-eight, had been thinking about Mark too but she decided that if he wanted her then he would contact her. She had not gone without sex since their last meeting having been fucked by another casual acquaintance a couple of times. Mark's only sexual release had been his own right hand.
Mark phoned Marsha's number and a bubbly West Indian voice answered. "Mark sugar, how are you baby?" gushed Marsha.
"I am good Marsha, how are you?" responded Mark, whose penis had started to harden just with the sound of that woman's voice.
"I am good too but could do with one of your fuckings," replied Marsha.
"Oh Marsha, you should have phoned me; I have been thinking about you lots but thought maybe you did not want me anymore," said Mark.
"Sugar, I was thinking that you had decided that this black bitch was too old for you; I want your white cock," responded Marsha.
"No Marsha, I can't stop thinking about you and your big black arse; Can we meet again?" asked Mark, now fully erect.
"Yes baby but I have been thinking about us having an outdoor fuck, would you like that?" replied Marsha, stroking her cunt through her trousers.
"Yes, I suppose, but where?" said Mark, longing to get his cock in that woman again.
"Ain't you got a lot of woodland up your end of the line?" asked Marsha, with Mark living further east on the underground line than Marsha's more crowded area.
Their time together before had been at Marsha's flat but Mark had no objection to her coming to his home although his next-door neighbours might wonder who his friend was.
"Yes but are you talking about going in daylight, the woods get busy?" said Mark, not concerned about being seen with Marsha but possibly getting caught fucking.
"Not as busy as the underground train where we both came the first time, sugar," laughed Marsha, referring to the wanking that she had given Mark with her arse.
"I suppose not but maybe better if we go at dusk, there will be fewer people about," reasoned Mark.
"Okay baby, how about you pick me up at your station about seven this evening?" suggested Marsha.
"Yeah okay, see you then," replied Mark, still not entirely convinced about the idea of outdoor sex.
Mark parked at his local underground station at about fifteen minutes before seven and excitedly waited on the platform for trains coming in from the west. He did not have to wait long for the one he wanted because soon an attractive West Indian woman was alighting on the platform.
Marsha's face lit up in a beautiful smile. "Baby, so good to see you," she said before she threw her arms around Mark and planted her lips on his.
Mark was a bit surprised by the public showing of affection but it did not stop his penis from hardening in his trousers. "Hi Marsha, you look gorgeous," he managed to say once the kissing had concluded.
"Thank you baby; I don't have any knickers on under this skirt, might save time later," laughed Marsha, with Mark hoping that nobody else heard his lover's remark.
They went to the car park and Mark held the passenger door of his car open for Marsha to get in. "Thank you, kind sir, " she giggled as she ran a hand over the bulge in Mark's trousers.
They kissed again when they were both in the car and Marsha was feeling so horny that she would have liked to have had Mark's cock out and mounted his lap and ridden him right there and then.
"Let's get to the woods and fuck, baby," urged Marsha, in a breathless sexy voice.
"You are so fucking sexy Marsha, such a turn on," acknowledged Mark, who was longing to give this woman the fucking that she desired.
It was still broad daylight but light would start to fade soon and had indeed started to do so by the time that Mark had completed the about twenty minutes drive to the fringes of the forest. A drive that he had made with Marsha's hand resting on his crotch almost all of the way. The couple did not talk much, they both contemplated the fucking that they intended soon to be doing.
There were more than a dozen empty cars parked where Mark pulled up. "Shit, are all these people in the woods fucking?" asked Marsha, semi-seriously.
"Ha, some of them might be but I expect most are walking dogs," replied Mark, who was a bit nervous about the number of people that appeared to be in the area.
"Well baby, let's go and find our own little fucking place," said Marsha as they got out of the car. They walked down a path further into the woods, holding hands and frequently snogging. They passed an elderly couple walking a dog and the female member of the couple looked at Marsha and Mark disapprovingly.
"Do you think she knows that we are here to fuck?" giggled Marsha.
"Well, we don't have a dog," replied Mark, logically.
"I can be a bitch," said Marsha, laughing at her own quip.
"A bitch on heat," replied Mark.
"You got that right, sugar," said Marsha before she dragged Mark into another long tongue-swapping snog.
The light was fading, plus they were now in quite a dense woodland, so they left the path in search of somewhere to fuck. After scrambling, giggling, through some undergrowth, they came upon a fallen tree trunk. "Well that looks a good height for bending over," said Marsha.
"Perfect, I think," agreed Mark, and the couple faced each other and snogged yet again. Mark had his hands on Marsha's big arse before she decided it was time that her lover's trousers came down.
Marsha undid Mark's trousers and pulled them down before dragging down his underpants and having his erection in her hand. Marsha then unzipped her skirt and had it drop to the ground, proving that she was indeed naked underneath it. They kissed again and Mark now caressed Marsha's bare buttocks before Marsha gave him a two-word instruction.
"Fuck me," said Marsha as she bent over the tree trunk and spread her legs.
Mark looked at the wonderful black arse and the cunt lips between the woman's legs before he moved behind her and held his cock, which was leaking precum, against Marsha's arse crack. He moved his cock up and down the crease between her buttocks a couple of times before putting his cock head against her cunt lips and easing in.
"Mmm yeah, fuck me," breathed Marsha as she moved backwards as Mark leaned forwards and his rigid prick slid into a wet and welcoming vagina. Mark moved in and out a few times and then the pace increased, as did the panting.
Mark was not usually vocal during lovemaking but he discovered that Marsha liked it the first time that they were together and he found that it came easily to him when with her. "You fucking black bitch with your fat arse in the air, you fucking slut," Mark hissed as the fucking became more urgent.
"Yeah fuck this black slut with your hard white cock, you horny cunt," replied Marsha breathlessly.
They were fucking hard and fast now and they could hear a dog barking not too far away. As the dog's barking got closer, so did Marsha's orgasm and Mark's ejaculation.
"Shit, oh fuck, I am going to fucking cum," squealed Marsha as they heard a woman's voice calling the ever closer dog.
Mark felt his cock twitch and he started to spunk into Marsha's cunt. "Cumming in your cunt, you slag," announced Mark as Marsha's orgasm peaked and a dog barked very close by.
"There you are Tim," said a woman's voice from only feet away as she found her dog. The woman then gasped at the sight before her of a black woman, naked from the waist down, bent over a tree trunk with a white man with his trousers and pants around his ankles and his penis obviously deep inside the black woman.
"Really! don't you people have a home to go to?" snapped the woman before hurrying away with her dog.
For a moment, Mark and Marsha were stunned, then they both burst into laughter. "Well, at least we both came before she caught us," laughed Marsha.
"Yeah, I suppose there is that," replied Mark as he withdrew his penis, soaked in his and Marsha's cum, from Marsha's cunt.
Mark then thought over the woman's words. "She has a point; we could go back to my house and fuck again if you want," said Mark.
"Yeah, if you promise that we will not get disturbed by a dog," replied Marsha still bent over the trunk.
"Yes, I promise; I want to make you cum more than once as well," said Mark as Marsha turned and started licking the sex juices off Mark's cock.
Mark pulled his clothing back up and Marsha got back into her skirt. "You had the outdoor fucking you wanted," pointed out Mark.
"Yes baby, I had my fucking," agreed Marsha.
They made their way back to Mark's car, Marsha very wet and sticky between her legs, and there was only one other car still there and in that car, a couple was kissing.
"I wonder if that bloody woman and dog disturbed their fuck too?" chuckled Mark.
"Maybe that is how that woman gets her kicks, poking around in woods trying to find a guy with his cock in a woman's cunt," laughed Marsha.
"Ha, she will probably masturbate tonight thinking about my white cock in your black twat," giggled Mark.
"Let's get to your house and see about getting that cock back in my twat," suggested Marsha, as they got into Mark's car.
"Do you fancy staying the night?" asked Mark as they drove towards his house.
"Only if you give me another fucking in the morning," smiled Marsha in reply.
"Yeah, I think I will be able to manage that," replied Mark.
It was close to darkness by the time that they got to Mark's house and they were soon inside, kissing and groping.
"Would you like a drink, wine, or anything?" asked Mark.
"Are you planning on seducing me, young man?" smiled Marsha in mock indignation.
"No, I am planning on fucking you; do you want wine or not?" responded Mark.
Marsha agreed to some wine and that sat drinking, and kissing, on Mark's sofa. "Nice house you have here baby, better than some that I have been fucked in," said Marsha.
"Does that mean that you want to be my girlfriend now?" asked Mark, only half-seriously.
"No sugar, fuck-buddies is fine with me; although perhaps we will fuck a bit more often," replied Marsha.
They finished their wine and then got down to some serious kissing during which Mark found himself on his back on the sofa with Marsha on top of him. Marsha's buttocks were getting aggressively groped by Mark's hands as she squirmed against his crotch, his penis hard again in his trousers.
"It feels like you are ready to go again," said Marsha, looking into Mark's eyes with her brown ones, her white teeth surrounded by her red lips.
"Yes, do you want to fuck down here or upstairs?" asked Mark, gently brushing the side of Marsha's face.
"Well I ain't seen no dogs down here, sugar, but a nice bed sounds inviting," replied Marsha.
"I want to lick your pussy before I fuck you," said Mark.
"In that case, I will open my legs wide for you on the bed," responded Marsha.
"Will you remove your skirt down here? I want to follow your bare arse up the stairs," said Mark.
"Sure baby; if you leave your trousers and pants down here too," said Marsha, with a killer smile that could not be refused.
Marsha got off Mark and took her skirt off as Mark stood and took off his trousers and pants. Marsha stroked his erection as they kissed again. "Better get upstairs I think, baby," said Marsha, and Mark thought that a good idea.
Marsha led the way, as requested, as Mark fingered her arse. "You have a truly great arse, Marsha," Mark said although she was well aware of its attraction.
