It’s another warm, sunny day so we jump in the car and head off to the forest car park. There’s no-one else there when we arrive but that doesn’t matter, we’re going to have some fun anyway.

We wander down the well-trodden path, just ambling along, hand in hand. We’ve gone quite a long way into the woods when I spot a likely looking pathway leading deeper into the woods.

Walking slowly through the trees it seems to have got warmer. There’s no breeze deeper in the woods and your short little dress has stopped blowing in the wind. This dress has a lovely, ruffled top with no straps or sleeves. My arm is already draped over your shoulders so I slide my hand under your top and down until my fingers reach your nipple. A gentle rub gets the first reaction, a low gasp, an intake of breath. I grasp the nipple and squeeze it gently and this brings another soft moan.

We’ve walked quite a way now and the woods are thinning out. Ahead of us, there’s a small barn. The farmhouse that it’s associated with is way over in the distance and there’s absolutely no movement of people or animals anywhere around. Just by the barn, there’s a wooden garden bench table, the kind that you see in pub gardens. That will do nicely.

We’re standing by the table and I’ve placed our picnic blanket on the top. Hopefully, there’s going to be a picnic, or at least something to eat, and fairly soon. The top of the table is just about level with your bum so I lift you slightly and sit you on the end of the table. I’ve managed to lift your short dress up as I lifted you so you aren’t sitting on it. That’s good because I’m just about to lift it clean over your head, fold it and place it gently on one of the seats. You’re naked because you aren’t allowed to wear any knickers when in my company and the dress is the sort that doesn’t warrant a bra.

As usual, you make that futile attempt to cover your nakedness but you know I won’t allow it so, when I growl ‘Don’t!’ at you, you lower your hands. ‘Move up and then lay back’ I say and you slide yourself down the table until your knees are touching the table end.

I take the first of two lengths of rope from my pocket and attach it to one of your wrists. The other end is tied to the top of the table so that your arm is over your head. I repeat the process at the other side. This position lifts your magnificent breasts up so the nipples point straight at the blue sky.

The picnic blanket is so long that it hangs down quite a long way behind your head. I lift the end and drape the blanket over your head. Now you can’t see anything. As I move back towards your feet, I brush my fingers lightly over your naked breasts and watch your nipples spring to life. Another soft groan tells me that you’re paying attention.

My hand moves slowly down your soft belly until my fingers are resting just above your pussy. Your legs are closed. This isn’t allowed so I slap the outside of your thigh with my palm, hard. You realise your mistake and open your legs to the sunshine.

Now I’m between your legs at the end of the table I can see your naked pussy lips. They aren’t apart yet because your legs aren’t quite open enough. A gentle push on each knee moves them apart. One more move and then we’re ready. I grip an ankle in each hand and lift them up onto the tabletop. I’m not going to tie your feet. I want to be able to lift them even higher at some point and ropes would restrict this.

Now I can see that your pussy lips are open and there’s a slight glisten of moisture between the lips. I bend forward and plant a gentle kiss on the outside of one pussy lip. Another groan. Another kiss, on the other side. Another groan.

Your legs are safely on the table so I lean even further forward, quickly part your lips with my fingers and gently lick the top of your clit. This doesn’t bring a groan but a cry of pleasure. That’s better. Three or four more licks and you’re starting to squirm under my tongue. There’s a dribble of liquid from your vagina and it has a sweet, musky smell. I dip my head down and lick up some of your juice. It tastes as sweet as I expected it to.

The insertion of a finger into your vagina promotes a buck of the hips and a loud moan of pleasure. I keep completely still, not moving the finger a millimetre. I can feel your G spot. I know exactly where I am. Your vagina is now throbbing in expectation. But I’m waiting. Waiting until you can’t stand it anymore and begin to beg.

It doesn’t take long. You begin to gyrate your hips, hoping that the action will cause me to move inside you. It doesn’t.

‘Please Daddy’ I hear from beneath the cloth.

‘Please what, Baby?’ I reply. ‘I need to cum Daddy’ you mumble.

‘Louder’ I say.

‘Daddy, I need to cum’ you say.

‘No Baby, you don’t need to cum, you want to cum so if you want to cum you need to ask nicely. Tell Daddy what you want.’

‘I want you to make me cum, so many times. I want to cum on your tongue. I want to feel fingers inside me. Please Daddy?’

‘That’s better’ I reply and immediately push my finger deep inside you and touch your G spot. I push my thumb onto your clit and rub it slowly, the way I know will drive you mad.

‘Oh my God’ you gasp. ‘Daddy. I’m going to cum.’

‘Yes Baby, you are’ I answer and wiggle deep inside you.

‘But I’m going to be noisy’ you cry out, ‘people will hear me.’

‘There’s no one around to hear you, Baby. You make as much noise as you want.’

And you do. Wild, wailing moans. Cries of pleasure as orgasm after orgasm ripples through your body in waves. I must admit, it’s loud and I’d hoped it would be. I’ve spotted a guy walking along one of the footpaths behind the farmhouse. He has a backpack on and he looks like he’s just out for a stroll.

When you first called out he stopped in his tracks and looked in our direction. He can’t possibly see exactly what’s going on but he must be able to see irregular shapes in the distance. And, as I hoped, he changes direction and heads towards us.

As he gets closer he must be able to see what’s going on. He stops, maybe thinking if he should come any nearer. And then, here he comes. A little timidly at first until he can see the shape of your naked body on the table. I duck my head down between your knees again and give your clit a good licking and insert a finger inside you. This provokes an obvious response and the ensuing cries of joy as you cum twice more.

Now he’s standing still, no more than 10 feet from the table. He’s possibly about sixty, wearing a t-shirt and khaki shorts and I can see the bulge in the front of his shorts. He glances around behind to make sure there’s no one else nearby and then, by gesticulating silently to me, asks if he can touch you.

This is what you’ve been waiting for. It’s about to begin and you don’t even know it yet.

I look directly at him and put my finger to my lips to indicate that I want him to be silent.

He moves closer and reaches out a hand to cup your breast. You’re confused now. How can I possibly have my fingers inside you and still manage to touch your chest? Then he puts his other hand across and cups the other one at the same time. The penny drops and now you realise that it must be someone else. Squirming. Huffing noises. Whispers of ‘Daddy, what the…’

But his hands don’t move and neither do mine.

And then he’s softly gripping your nipples and you respond, obviously. One of his hands then moves down towards your pussy. I move my mouth and his fingers touch your clit. It’s like you’ve had an electric shock. You jolt your hips up and he grips your pussy gently so that he doesn’t lose contact with your clit. More orgasms, each with its accompanying wails of pleasure.

Then I stand up and he releases your pussy. The bulge in his shorts is even more obvious now. I move to the top of the table and say to you ‘Don’t move unless I say so’ as I untie your wrists. I make sure that the blanket stays over your head as I sit you up and then help you slide down the table until you are sitting on the end.

Then I push you back down onto the table and your legs are hanging over the edge. I grasp each ankle and raise your legs up. As he steps to the end of the table next to me, I reach into my pocket, pull out a condom and hand it to him.

Without any hesitation, he undoes his shorts and drops everything to the grassy floor. His cock springs from his boxers, not too thick but long enough that you’re gonna feel it inside you, despite the flowing juices. He arranges the condom over his stiff cock.

He steps around in front of you and takes one of your ankles. I have the other. He moves towards you and places the tip of his cock at the outside of your dripping pussy. Slowly, gently he slides inside you until he can’t go any further. As each inch enters you, you moan, softly at first and then more and more until, as I knew you would, you cum on his cock and cry out in delight.

This spurs him on and he pulls out and then thrusts deep inside you again and again, building his rhythm and enjoying the fuck. After a few thrusts you cum again and as he humps again and again until, with a grunt of satisfaction, he cums inside you.

He pulls back slowly, your juices shining on his cock and he has a satisfied grin on his face. He confirms his enjoyment with a thumbs-up and turns away to get dressed.

With you in the same position I take my place between your legs and lower my shorts. There’ll be no condom for me – I always fuck you bareback. I move closer and my cock now touches your throbbing pussy making you squirm yet again.

You’re sopping wet so I slide slowly and firmly inside you. I can already sense that you’re going to cum again so I push deeper inside you waiting for the moment that your hips buck. A low moan and then your push hard against me, calling out your pleasure at the same time. As your movement slows and I begin to fuck you there’s a soft push at my back and hands appear at either side of me.

As I pull back, he puts his hands gently under one of your knees and raises it so that your pussy is stretched wide open. I thrust into you and my cock goes even deeper than before making you groan again. Two more thrusts and you’re cumming again but harder than before. This time you can’t thrust your hips up so I can drive deep inside you as you cum.

You seem to get the idea that having your legs up is a good thing and so you place your hands over his and take over holding your legs. He slides his hands down the inside of your thighs until he’s touching the top of your pussy with his thumbs. One of his thumbs moves between your lips and softly brushes your clit. He rotates his thumb over your clit and this makes you wiggle and moan all over again.

Then he moves his hands lower and opens your lips fully. The juices from your wet pussy are running along my cock and now they coat his fingers too as they rub against my cock. It seems like he wants to take my cock out of your pussy so I move slightly and allow him to hold me. He strokes my shaft a few times and then directs me back towards your glistening lips. He holds my cock and slips it into your pussy. I’m close to cumming now and I think he senses it.

He moves his fingers back in contact with your clit and rubs it slowly but forcefully. You’ve cum so much now that it feels like one continuous orgasm. I thrust again and again and then, with one final push I cum inside you.

As I begin to move away and lower your legs, he smiles at me and looks longingly at your throbbing pussy. I know what he wants to do so I move to one side and take your ankle from him. He lowers himself to his knees and then surprises me by quickly wrapping his lips round my sticky cock and gently sucking your juices from me. Then he helps me to pull my shorts up.

Then he turns to your open, dripping pussy and runs his tongue from your tight little bum-hole all the way up to the top of your pussy. As he licks past your clit you wiggle and moan so, after swallowing all the juices that he’s collected on his tongue he returns to your clit and gives it a gentle workout with his tongue.

He must be quite adept as within seconds you’ve had another two orgasms and your juices are flowing from your vagina again. He licks the last of them up and rises to his feet.

With a big grin on his face and a mouthed ‘thankyou’ he walks off towards the forest.

As I lower your legs to the ground, I lift you up to sit on the edge of the table. I know that there’s no point in getting you to stand yet as your legs will be like jelly. But I do lift the blanket from over your head and you blink in the daylight. You look round, expecting to see the mysterious person who’s had their cock in your pussy and their tongue on your clit but there’s no one in sight.

‘Daddy?’ you ask. ‘Shhh’ I say and cuddle you to me.