Filthy-mouthed sluts, Lycra, Spandex, exhibitionism, slut, outdoor sex, piss, mild s/m, teen, bisex Sex stories – Y2-Stories

(The writer is Suzie and she is writing an email to her husband and lover (Mick) who is away on business. Both Suzie and Mick are 19yrs, Tammy is 16

“ParkSlut!” by Suzie

(The writer is Suzie and she is writing an email to her husband and lover (Mick) who is away on business. Both Suzie and Mick are 19yrs, Tammy (their fucktoy) is 16

All misspellings are intentional!

( Filthy-mouthed sluts, Lycra, Spandex, exhibitionism, slut, outdoor sex, piss, mild s/m, teen, bisex, dirty old voyeur men, smegma, cock cheese,)

I’m wearing the seven-inch electric-blue miniskirt you brought me back on your last trip – crotch-cover and no more. As you drive your eyes flicker from the road to the tiny white triangle of white satin that winks at the hemline. My belly’s bare – I’m wearing my new almost-translucent, shiny-white lycra crop top and my tits are busting out of it. What isn’t busting out can be seen right through the filmy fabric. My nips are poking and even the darker outline of my browny teats shows.

My nips are hard, Cuntie is juicing up the satin panties because I’m hot on thinking about what we intend to do today. You see, Lover, we’re going to fuck with the park voyeurs today! Yes, on this little trip we’re going to fuck with them, not just for them like we usually do!

White leather knee-boots were a bit overboard for the hot summer day but you wanted me to wear them because the boots, with the top and skirt, and the bleached-blonde shoulder-length frizzed hair, the sexy-pretty face, the big tits on petite body complete the slutty-schoolgirl look – a character I love to play to perfection.

How’s that, Lover? Enough descriptive? Horny already? I wish I could tell you this story intimately, but just keep stroking, don’t cum too soon, get nice and juicy first. I wish you were here…

My mind wanders!

Having driven the ten miles to the huge park, our quest for exhibitionist sex (and more this time), is temporarily thwarted by more natural thirst; reminded of it by the sight of the public bar.

Oh! I forgot to mention! Remember Tammi from Turkey? The sixteen-year-old slut that picked us up on vacation? She’s with us! She’s over on holiday, we’ve taken her out for a days’ fucking! Like the idea, Lover?

You stop the car and Tammi leaps out the back door and stands admiring the view. Well, actually she’s taking in the view of the passers-by that are taking in the view of her! And standing just in front of the drivers’ door isn’t just chance. She knows that the view you’ll be taking in is her cutest of butts, over which she (must have) rolled the stretchiest, shinyiest, briefest pair of white satin shorts. The seam cleaves her ass in half and her tanned cheeks are poking out the bottom.

Then, of course, the little slut turns to give you the frontal – smiling that slutty-poutey smile of hers. She’s showing you her tits, her crotch, and that pretty face framed by raven-colored hair. She’s wearing one of those running vest things in orangey-gold satiny stuff and (predictably!) it’s two sizes too small. Her little proud tits stand through the thing like two fried eggs (with nipples).

But her cunt! Fuck, Lover! You can see the damn thing right through the slut’s shorts.SHE’S SO DAMN PROUD OF THE WIDE CAMELTOE CUNT SHE’S AWLWAYS SHOWING IT OFF!

It sorta just sits there, pushing out that shiny-white fabric, you can even see the black hairs scrunched up inside! And the lips, split by the seam of the fabric, lips pouting either side!

She flashes a smile when she sees you staring at it and comes to your window, leans up against the car and pushes her crotch almost into the open window! You look at me.

‘Go ahead!’ I say. ‘Feel her if you want to. You can probably smell the fucking thing right through those damn shorts, it’ll be as horny as usual!’

Needless to say, you do … feel and smell that is, at her cunt, and you smile at me because I was right.

Tammi leads the way into the bar, your eyes feasting on that ass chewing a toffee all the damn way. Shit! I wish I could throw mine around like that!

We make a magnetic trio – her in that outfit, mine in mine and Oh! I forgot to mention what you’re wearing!

You’re wearing your ultra-light blue, lycra-spandex cycle shorts and a short white vest top. You like to wear your tops short so you can show off your magnificent cock, balls and ass. And do those shorts show ‘em! A right pair we are. You staring at Tammi’s ass and me at yours as we enter the bar!

The comfortable rectangular dining-bar area, bathed in afternoon sun has only one occupant, a middle aged man enjoying a meal and a beer, sitting at one of the perimeter tables. You go to the bar. I flaunt.

Thinking about the afternoon’s possibilities in addition to showing out in the sexy clothes I’m already horny as hell of course … ‘catting for a fuck’ is your term for it!

As I wander (ostensibly to admire the pictures and ornaments) the stranger seems to forget his meal – I wonder why! I feel his eyes drinking every detail of the petite and gorgeous, blonde tart who’s just overrun and exploded his number-one sense! Surreptitiously I watch him by glancing in reflections from the many mirrors and picture frames.

I know exactly what he sees and as always, hornying a stranger is cunt-tingling gorgeous. The crotch-high skirt flashes my white thong as I casually stroll. It’s crept into my crack and rubbing lightly, hornying me even more. When I turn my back on him he gets a little bare-assed cheek. And the too-big tits in this lycra top must be absolutely mind-bending (or should that be cock-straightening?) and more so, because as I strut, I thrust.

I risk a glance and a quick smile at him. His hand’s under the table! On the crotch of his expensive-looking, light-tan slacks! My heart goes bananas…

You’re being served now. Tammi is with you at the bar. I hurriedly take the table I have selected – one directly opposite Stranger; a table beneath which the suns rays beam.

You look fantastic standing there at the bar! Light blue cycle-shorts and white T-shirt! There’s been a problem with the drinks because the bartender’s disappeared and you’re still standing waiting – good, because I can admire you; admire the gorgeous hunk I love so much!

Perfect man-ass! High-jutting, muscled; it ripples under the light-blue Lycra sheen. You turn, leaning on the bar and smile over to me, knowing where my eyes will rest. Right on your cock – our cock! Semi, and curving thickly downward, the detail plain in those shorts. And balls like hard, rounded eggs stretching the shiny fabric.

Your gaze drops beneath the table! The sun’s like a spotlight isn’t it! How convenient! It reflects on the strip of gleaming white silk; silk now being chewed by the hungry lips of my cunt … YOUR extremely juiced-up cunt, Lover; having paraded for Stranger.

Your shorts swell! I lean forward and brush hard nippies on the table; slide my hand downward and slick that hot, slippery silk into that hot, slippery cunny.

You’re almost panting!

Panting because you know that I’m doing it, not so much for you, as for Stranger! Yes, Lover! Your wife is frigging herself off for a total stranger! Tammi catches on what’s occurring and smiles that sexy-pretty smile of hers.

I close my eyes, lick my lips, slide my finger … gently … lovingly. My breathing’s ragged; I’m almost there… I open my eyes. The crotch of your cycle-shorts looks obscene, stretched by a lengthening, fattening bar; I swear I see your balls crawling into position!

Carrying the two pint glasses back to the table you’re stooping! It’s no good stooping – that won’t hide the fact that you’re hornied; won’t hide that wondrous cock, you foolish husband!

You slide in beside me. I motion to Tammi to sit at the other side so I’m piggy in the middle.

‘Lover! Whatever has made you so horny?’ I ask, giggling. My hand delves under the table, slides over a smooth Lycra-sheathed belly to briefly grope ‘our’ cock. Then, abandoning my own stimulation I turn into you, put my arm around your neck and pull your mouth against mine, my right hand sliding; groping your cock and balls. Cockie fattens as I squeeze him.

‘Frig me Mick,’ I hiss ‘Frig me off in front of him! Let’s make the jerk cream his pants.’

Your hand slides uncertainly between my thighs, finds my cunt…

‘Hells Fire Suzie! You got a furnace lit in here or what?’

I squirm on the fingers poking the thong up my cunt. Glancing at Stranger I see his stare is riveted under our table. My hand wriggles; you gasp when it locates cockie and pulls him out above the short’s waistband. Pushing down the foreskin I begin a slippery massage of the head while your fingers claw my wet silk aside and squish in my open cunt. I splay my thighs; my turn to gasp.

Stranger squirms too! Meal forgotten, he stares glassy-eyed at us.

I grunt; three fingers now inside me!

You dare your first look at Stranger, see his excitement; the thought of him watching us wanking each other is too much for you… A grunt like a pig; cockie spits into my hand. I stare at Stranger, feeling the thickness of your stuff between my fingers. My lips are parted; my breathing fast.

Ever-close now because of your hand, I want to have Stranger cum before me and he’s looking ever-more uncomfortable by the second – almost wriggling, transfixed to the lewd display. I gamble he’s almost there…

I lift globby-white, spunk-spumey fingers to my mouth. Stranger slides uncomfortable; crosses his legs … I think he’s there!

My sexy-little-girl smile (you know how good I am with that!). Fingers meet lips. Again the smile, this time with your spunk cloying my lips and teeth… I open it, close it, open it, it’s sticking everywhere in lovely white, thick strands – feels lovely.

Then three bunched fingers slide into my mouth, mimicking sucking cock. I’m staring directly at Stranger now, pretending I’m being mouth-fucked.

He twitches … jerks … slumps in his seat.
My turn to cum!

My hands grip your wrist and I force your rigid, bunched fingers into me. Mmmm yes … you know what I like … just keep them like that while I fuck myself with your hand…

Then it’s my turn to shudder, writhe, and slump in relief.

Stranger walks toward the mensroom, his hands trying to conceal a large wet stain which decorates the crotch of his expensive beige slacks.

Tammi winces and, unable to control her natural instinct, follows him. We wait a minute and do likewise…

She’s got him leaning back, pushed into the urinal. His pants are around his feet and she’s got his boxers peeled down inside out and she’s licking the spunk off of them. Her lips are gathering the cloying spunk – opening and closing like a fish – while her face gets itself decorated by the uncut swinging cock. He’s reaching down and feeling her tits through the orange vest.

He looked shocked when we walked in. Now he looks scared and shocked but looks back down as Tammi takes his cock into her mouth. He’s stopped groping her tits. The cock comes back out. Tammi skins the head and sniffs at the thing like it was a delicacy or something. She looks up at him…

‘Your cock smells fucking lovely, Mister,’ she says. ‘I love men with cheesey cocks…My daddy taught me to love smegma’ which is pretty obvious because now she’s licking and sucking the dirty-stinking thing with wild hungry-kitten abandon. That’s not to mention the finger that’s just found his asshole judging by the way he’s looking…

The cock’s out of her mouth now, and she’s licking, sniffing and suckling under his balls, lifting them up so she can get her tongue right in there where the taste is. Then the cock’s back in her mouth and her hands are on his hips, encouraging him to fuck her mouth.

Needless to say, he does it.

We leave her to it.

She’s out in a few minutes, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and we sit, finishing our drinks and wait for Stranger (should I now call him ‘Victim’?) to come out. He’s had his pants in front of the hand-dryer because they’re dry – but still stained.

Our first victim of the day nods as he passes, glances at his unfinished drink and meal and leaves.
The bartender’s not there. We’re alone. I hold Tammi’s head in my hands and lick the cummy cocktrails off her face – the ones her tongue hasn’t been able to reach. And then kiss her mouth for the taste of it. It’s still there and our tongues share the juices, the saliva. The wonderful taste of cock.
Mick coughs because the bartender’s back. Our turn to nod and leave!

…………………

The sun beats down. I lie on my back on one of the park’s grassy hillsides, next to a line of bushes that form a skirt to a dense wood. Shimmering in the sunshine, the shiny electric-blue mini skirt is just a seven-inch strip of fabric circling my hips. With one knee raised I display my cunt to the watching men. It chews lightly on the stark-white silk of my thong.

Three of them followed us from the car park; three stereotype park voyeurs – who I now reward with a tantalizing taste of neatly trimmed blonde hair protruding either side of that strip of silk. A hands-behind-head posture pushes my tits up; teats proudly prodding through the sheer Lycra.

The men? We’ve picked them up at the parking lot where we usually pick them up (we always get quickly picked, don’t we Lover!!). They’ve followed the three of us, encouraged by my straying hands on your lycra’d ass; encouraged by your straying hands on my ass, lifting my skirt to show them my bare ass, and encouraged by your hands on Tammi’s ass, so proudly and rudely displayed by the shimmering-white, satin shorts.

You lay on my right in similar posture with hands behind your head, sunbathing in just your cycle-shorts. With your thighs parted your cock is a bulky lump pushing out the sheer fabric, hard with the expectancy of what is to come. On your other side, Tammi has her vest pulled down under her perky tits and pulled up to display her tummy to the sun – except we all know we’re not there to sunbathe. Rather to slutbathe!

Our three voyeurs? There’s a middle-aged ‘farmer’ type in camouflage jacket, jeans and black leather boots; a ginger-haired man in his thirties, also in jacket and jeans. The third is middle-aged with mousy, straggly hair and green boots.

Okay Lover, this is a bit fantasy-tastic but we can hear them talking! We lie and listen to them talk about us! Like we always wish we could!

Redhead blurts out excitedly; his hand squeezing the crotch of his jeans…

‘Look at that fucking piece of fucking ass! I never seen a sight like it! How old is she for fuck’s sake? She only looks about sixteen but with them tits she can’t be! Man I could fuck that horny piece of cunt!’

‘Shurrup and watch, unless you want to get caught,’ growls Farmer.

‘But what the hell are they doin’ here? Goin’ to have a threesome or what? What’s that other tart doin’ with them?’

Your cock-bulge grows; my cunt weeps, Tammi draws shallow breaths; we listen.

‘An’ look at that face! She’s a dream! I bet she takes it there, right in the face – imagine sticking your dick between those pouty lips she keeps lickin’ like she was a cat.’

I sit up and pretend to notice I’m indecent down there. Carefully, with both hands I adjust the scrap of silk so that it covers what it was meant to cover, then I pull the Lycra top over my head.

‘Fuckin’ Hell!’ mutters Redhead. ‘Look at them tits! Man, she’s never sixteen with tits like them!’

‘No. She’s not sixteen,’ Farmer mutters thoughtfully. ‘And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she knew she was being watched…’

‘You mean the tart’s getting off on us watching? Likes to tease?’

I roll onto my stomach, the skirt slides up my ass – I can feel the sun strong on my bare skin. The grass is cool; I squirm against it, pressuring clitty a little; rub her up and down.

‘She’s fucking the bleedin’ grass! ‘Geez what an ass! That’s not a skirt she’s wearin’! She’s a showoff slut all right – getting off on thinkin’ she’s being watched! And the guy’s in it with her, how else’s he keeping his hands to himself! Seen his hard-on in them shorts?’

They’re baited. Time for phase two – the hooking.

Turning onto your side you caress, my shoulders, my neck. I shudder and meet your mouth with mine for a deep kiss. Your hand slides down, over tanned, naked back, over the skirt. I moan into your kiss and part my thighs as your searching fingers find slickness; heat and wetness; push wet silk into my seeping cunt. Horny as hell I push you back and lie on top, pressing my crotch into yours.

‘They like me Lover,’ I whisper. ‘They can see my bare tits squashed on your chest; see my mini-skirt ridden right up, baring my ass; see my cute tanned ass split by the strip of white silk.’

I slide on you, rubbing cunt against bulgy cock, loving the way the thong bites by cunt on the downstroke. Tammi is lying on her side, watching us. Her fingers are stroking between the bulgy lips of her cunt pushing through the white shorts. She is breathing heavily.

‘Suck her cunt, Mick,’ she says softly. ‘Suck her cunt for us.’

Flipping onto my knees I whirl around and, facing down your body, straddle your face. I snatch the thong aside; talk loudly, so the men can hear, my voice thick with lust.

‘Suck me, Babes. I’m wanna come off; right into your mouth.’

Tits heaving, I sink onto your face, kiss your forehead with the soaking thong, lower it to your nose…
‘Smell me Lover. Smell my horned-up and juicyfull panties. I want to feel you enjoying my scummy panties.’

Tammi shifts closer, her hand slides up your thigh; she traces the bulge of cock through thin lycra…’

‘Mick’s juicing, Suzie. The stuff’s coming right through his fuckin’ shorts; and it feels lovely.’
I hook the thong aside, and lower my cunt over your nose. It sucks at me, there are lovely ‘sicki-sicki’ noises as I ride your nose with a light fucking motion of my hips, coming closer and closer to orgasm. Your tongue lashes upward, takes the heavy juices of my cunt.

I can’t stand it any longer. I have to cum, especially seeing all that drool Tammi is playing with, seeping through your shorts.

I slide my hands down your naked chest, squash my cunt down onto your mouth; slide further, over your hard stomach. My thumbs hook the waistband of your shorts and I slide further, peeling them down your thighs. Your cock snaps wetly up your belly. Tammi gasps in wonder. I wonder why because she’s seen it so many times before..

‘Geez! The slut’s got his cock out. She’s goin’ to suck ‘im off!’

I’m holding back now, on the brink; grunting noises escape me as I use your mouth. Leaning right forward I sixty-nine. My mouth envelopes cock; my throat takes it until my lips meet your raspy thatch of black hairs.

‘Geez-FUCK! It’s down her bleedin’ throat!’

Cock in my throat – cunt on your face – men watching us.

Neither of us can last and I know it. I crush your face. Use it Squashing clitty mercilessly on your chin. As my cum hits I whip my head off your cock, hold it at its base, direct the spouts of spitting scum into my face, my mouth open in silent, wild, sexual glee. Tammi has frigged herself off and she’s flopped back on the grass, both hands clawing her crotch, mewling like a kitten.

‘More, Lover.’ I whisper. ‘Let them watch us fuck awhile then we’ll go get them. I want your cock up me, want your cock to be first’

I turn, straddle and sit on your cock, the skirt around my waist. I skewer myself on your wondrous pole occasionally lifting and falling to grind … then skewer again.
Imagine them watching us Mick!

You just lying there with me screwing the fuck out of your cock. Them watching my cute ass wriggle, seeing your cock, thick with the froth of love going in and out of me, squelching in the heat and juice.

Yet this isn’t the only plan today! We progress.

I stand up quickly, pick up my top. You stand and pull up your shorts. We stand kissing, one of your hands caressing my bare ass, the other my bare tits. Tammi watches, her eyes burn with excitement.
‘Ready?’ you mumble, your mouth full of my tongue. I nod and, taking my hand, you lead me into the bushes, directly to where the men have been hiding.

Scared by the sudden turn of events, the men have already scurried almost to the other side of a little clearing as we enter it.

‘Wait!’ you shout. ‘Wait!’

They stop and turn, hanging together in a nervous bunch about thirty feet away from us.

‘Meet my wife,’ you announce, as is the plan. This is our fantasy – born of a hundred after-fucking fantasy-wanks, about to become reality.

‘My wife wants to fuck with you but there are conditions.’

The three listen intently.
There is a crunching of undergrowth from behind the men. Suddenly, bringing his lithe body to an abrupt and startled halt is a runner. An Adonis of a runner.
Blonde, about eighteen, his bared, deep-tanned chest heaving with exertion and shining with sweat. He’s wearing only a brief pair of white nylon running shorts and white trainers. His handsome face looks in surprise at the three of us, and at the three of them.

An unwanted intrusion by this innocent youth out for an afternoon’s run. Or is it? You, Mick, are encouraged by his stares at me, and at Tammi.

‘Welcome, handsome,’ says Tammi, gazing at the curving bulge in the youth’s too-tight shorts. ‘Why not stay and enjoy the party? I think we’re about to have a little orgy if you’d care to join us?’
He stays. His breathing slackens, he stands with the other three.

‘As I was saying,’ you go on. ‘My wife wants you to fuck her. But there are conditions. Okay?’
The men nod slowly, unbelieving.

‘Number One – her name will remain a secret. Number Two – whatever occurs here this afternoon will be at our instigation or hers and everything will be done with her consent. Number Three – if any of you lay a finger out of place be prepared for me to break it. Is all that clear?’

Farmer looks at the other two, nods quietly. He looks at Boy. He nods too.

I stand with tits and crotch thrust forward and thighs apart, aware that below the hem of the skirt the white, soaked vee winks at the strangers. Standing close behind me you reach around and fondle my bare tits. The men stare open-mouthed. Our fantasy enfolds. My heart pounds. the real action is about to begin!

‘My wife is a slut. In fact, since you’ll never know her name that’s what you’ll call her – “Slut”. She is without doubt the horniest slut you’ll ever meet and you name it, she does it. Tell them slut, tell them what you like men to do to you.’

I quiver. The well-practiced schoolgirl voice sounds even more convincing because it’s shaking too…
‘I like men to fuck me.’
‘What else?’
‘I like … licking their willies.’
‘Why call them willies when you like calling them cocks?
“Put your cock in me; let me suck your cock; that’s what you usually say, isn’t it?’
‘Yes … Cocks. Sucking cock. Fuck me with your cock.’
‘Why do you like to suck their cocks?’
‘I like watching their faces when I suck their cocks. It makes me horny ‘cause they get so horny; they like it so much when I suck them and watch their faces.’
‘And what else. What are you always telling me you like about doing it?’
‘I … like the silky feel, the … the taste of them … the taste and smell … and the feel of their … sperm in my mouth.’

‘You like the smell of them?

‘Yes. I like you not to wash it. I like to wipe the cocksmell on my face; so it stays there a long time. I just love the smell, the taste, the feel of the little clumps on my tongue, the way that the clumps of filth melt into more fantastic taste.’

‘Show the gentlemen your cunt, Slut.’

I bunch the hem of the skirt with one hand, lift it slightly. My other hand unties the side of the thong; it falls; hangs from my knee.

I stand meekly like that, tanned thighs apart, displaying my cunt to them. Tits proudly jutting, hardened teats extended.

Farmer openly squeezes the crotch of his jeans, breathing hard he stares at tits and cunt; disbelieving.

‘I know what you see. Slut is feeling very horny and her clit will be standing out. She has a very long clit, don’t you think? Probably because she’s constantly pulling at it. She trimmed her cunt hair last night so you’ll also see how wet she is. Am I right?’

From behind me, your fingers twist my rock-hard nipples. Your hands pull at my teats.

The men nod, transfixed.

‘Poke yourself, Slut.’

My index slides over clitty, hooks, pokes, and slides up – all in one fluid movement.
I poke myself with that finger, while smearing the juicy lips with the others.
‘Smell yourself.’

I lift the hand to my face, smear the fingers over my lips, suck on them.’

What do you smell of down there? Tell them’

‘Of horny cunt and cock.’

‘Why does it smell so, what have you been doing?’

‘We wanked each other off in a bar; in front of a stranger.’

‘Did he fuck you?’

‘No.’

‘Would you have liked him to?’

‘Yes.’
‘Tell the gentlemen what you like men to do to your tits, Tart.’
‘I … like … men to feel my tits. I like them to hurt them.’
‘How?’
‘With their fingers or a belt or something.’
‘Tell them why you like them to hurt your tits.’
‘It … feels … nice … here.’

The skirt’s hem is bunched in my left hand; its index slides downward, rests on my clit, pointing at my cunt.

(You’re getting hornier, Lover. I can hear your breathing and your hands are shaking even as you pull my teats, twisting and squeezing the engorged nipples. Your cock, drooling into the light-blue Lycra, grazes my bare ass.)

‘Are you enjoying me pulling at your tits, Tart? Does it feel nice in your cunt now?’

‘Yes. I want to cum now. My cunt feels … throbby… hot … like a fire burning there.’

‘Tell the gentlemen what else you like men to do with you, Slut.’

‘I like them to fuck me a lot.’

‘Yes. But you’re not telling everything are you Slut? Tell them everything you like men to do to you.’

‘I … like them to fuck my bottom as well … to smack my bottom too, … when I’m horny.’

‘And what else? You aren’t telling them everything Slut, why not?’

(I can’t help it. My right knee trembles. The effect on the men electrifies me).

‘I like to have men’s sperm on me; like I can feel yours on my face now; it’s sexy.’

‘What else?’

‘I like men to sit on my face and use my mouth.’

‘What?’

‘They put their bottoms on my mouth and I lick them … there … and they put their balls in my mouth … they like it a lot when I suck their balls.’

‘Don’t you think that’s disgusting? To let them do that to you?’

‘Yes.’

‘Why do you do it then?’

‘Because when I’m … horny I just want … have … to do it.’

‘Are you horny now?’

‘Yes. I’ve told you.’

‘And what else? There are other things you haven’t told us?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, tell us then.’
‘When I get really real horny … I let men, sometimes … use me but … only when I’m really horny.’
‘What do you mean, use you? Use you for what, what else?’

‘It … it’s only when I’m really, really horny … they use me … they wee …’

‘You let men piss on you!’

‘Yes … I … like them to … piss on me.’

‘That is disgusting, isn’t it?’

‘Yes, I know.’

‘You’re a little pervert, aren’t you? When you want all these things, knowing they’re disgusting?’
‘Yes. But I can’t help it. I like them to do it … I like watching their faces … when they do it on me.’

Redhead’s body jerks; his face contorts.

‘Our friend just came in his pants, Slut. What do you want to do about that?’

‘I want to … lick his cock.’

‘Do it then.’

I kneel in front of Redhead, unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans. He’s wearing pink, satin women’s panties – dark pink where he’s cum. I look over my shoulder at you.

‘Ladies panties! I love men in women’s’ panties! And full of jizz!’

I knuzzle, cover the wet patch with my mouth, feeling hot cock and the slidey spunkies beneath. I suck, trying to suck the stuff through them, deliberately noisily. Then I hook the waistband under his balls. His cock falls, swinging wetly; dripping globbily.

I wank him, looking around at the three others, showing them the cum around my mouth. I wank slow, but firm, watching the last traces ooze from the piss-slit. My head bobs; the traces disappear.
‘Do you like the taste of him? Does it make you more randy, now you’ve had a cock in your mouth?’

‘Mmm yes. He tastes horny-dirty. He must have been horny for a very long time to taste so dirty.’

Farmer unzips his jeans. His cock, long and knarled like the rest of him, is fisted as he moves in on me.

‘Suck on this, Slut! Taste on this one ‘cause it’s been horny too; horny a long time watching your little prick-teasing peep-show. I’ll come in your mouth and all over those pretty titties, just like you want!’
‘You could all wank! I’ll suck you all!’

‘Well gents. She wants you to wank over her. So do it!’

‘Wait! I want to lick him first!’

Tammi has stolen the youth and I want him back. She has shoved his hands up her vest and is pressing against him, her arms around his neck, kissing him. She is not going to steal the prize of the afternoon – this is my afternoon.

‘Tammi! put the boy down. Slut wants to lick him!’
He stands nervously, hands by his side. The sweat still glistens on his tanned and muscled young torso. Sweat has made the nylon shorts a little see through. His cock is hard, pointing downwards, tenting the shorts. His thighs are magnificent. And he’s going to get licked.

I stand in front of him, kiss him, my hands on his hips, pulling that poking cock against me. I lick him all around his mouth, go lower and lick his neck, lower and lick his chest. The taste off of him is fantastic. His belly has a slight fuzz of downy blonde hair, I lick that too. Then I have the nylon-covered cock in my mouth – briefly. I’m on down again then, on my knees, licking the sweat off his thighs.

I turn him, loving the way his firm buns are shown off by the tight shorts. I pull them down below his ass, and press my face into the sweaty crease.

His asshole smells of apples.

I lick it gently and then swathe the cleft with my tongue, greedily tasting the taste, smelling the smell. The mens’ lewd grunts of encouragement spurring me on. But I want cock, not asshole so I turn him and hook the shorts under his balls.

His knees start trembling when I brush my lips on the head of the uncut cock, hold it and taste all the way down it, on down to taste his balls and tongue underneath.

It feels wonderful to be doing that, worshipping this body while the others stand around grunting their rude encouragement. I’m enveloped by the smell of man.

‘Wank over me,’ I tell the others, holding the cock at its base and skinning the head, revealing the copious juice – my prize.

‘What about me?’ Tammi wails.

‘Wank one of them,’ I murmur. ‘Just make sure that I get the spunk.’

All three cluster around wanking. In a few seconds I have Farmer’s and Green Boots’ spunk in my mouth and on my face and tits. Boy has shot his balls-load into my face. I’ve cleaned off their cocks by wiping them on my face and then sucking them. My face is a mess. I have the wonderful stink of cock in my nostrils. One touch to clitty and she’ll explode.

‘Show them your bottom, Slut. They might want to use that when they’ve finished with your cunt – when they’ve seen how delightful it is.’

I stand, I still have the skirt on. I raise it and show them bare, tanned, pouting cheeks.

‘Bend over that tree so they can see better!’

Broken at its root, the tree lies parallel to the ground about four feet high. I bend over it; the skirt rides high. You rudely grope me, your fingers hard in the crack, under you poke my cunt.

‘See?’ you say, shoving a finger up my ass, ‘and she loves it up here. You’ll find she whimpers for you to poke it when you fuck her.’

Tammi is naked apart from her pink trainers. She’s standing next to Farmer, letting him maul her fried eggs while she has a hand between her own legs and one on Farmer’s cock sticking out of his jeans. She’s taking my men again. I nod at you and you get the message…

‘Tammi!’ you order. ‘Come here!’ She does, eagerly.

‘Slut, suck Tart’s cunt! Eat it out!’

Tammi’s eyes light up – some relief at last. Mine do too because I want to be watched while I suck cunt.

I kneel. Tammi stands with her hands on her hips and thighs apart, thrusts her cunt into my face. I can smell it, over the smells of my own. Over the smells of cock and spunk off of my face. The activity at the bar has done it for her. And the wanking on the hillside. And the excitement of being lusted after by the men, of listening to the hornytalking and being groped by the youth. Now I’m tasting the fruit of the build, feeling her thick juices cloying on my tongue as I split that peach with my fingers and delve my tongue in that honeyed box, rub my rose in her, rub my face in her.

I look up. She has her hands on those little tits and she’s pulling on her nipples. She thrusts her crotch back into my face, jerking it against me, she wants me to make her cum.

‘What’s the matter, Slut?’ she talks down at me. ‘Cunt too fucking juicy for you? Too dirty and smelly? Don’t you like dirty cunt as much as you like dirty cock?

‘Ooooooh, yes! Ooooooh YESSSS, you fucking do, you dirty cuntlicking Slut!’ she screams as I do her. ‘Eat out my stinking cunt. Oooooooh, Fucking AAAA…’

She’s there. Weeping, wailing, grabbing my hair, mashing my face into her cunt, juice hot on my face. Then she collapses back onto the ground to recover. I push her back so she’s lying there with legs apart. I lie over her in 69, stick my head between her thighs, fasten my mouth back onto that juicy little figlet. And sink my cunt onto her mouth.

First, she’s spitting and trying to push me off of her head. But then she’s sucking like a goodun, sticking her tongue up me, putting her mouth right over my cunt and trying to suck the stuff out. She doesn’t care how much noise she’s making about doing it either. Her mop is bucking in my face and I’m about to cum but I’m not allowed the privilege…

I’m rolled over. GreenBoots has his cock in hand, kneeling down. I spread my legs, pull my cunt open and he’s on me, spearing me with – at last – a full and meaty length.

But Tammi wants more eating. She kneels, straddling my head, sits on my face and GreenBoots now has a facefull of her belly and the smell of her cunt in his nose as he fucks me.

And he fucks good. His short, fat cock jumps around in my cunt. And then suddenly, Tammi – the dirty bitch – is pissing in my mouth, right under his face!

She’s moaning, pissing, and frigging herself to get a quickie.

‘Geez-FUCK!’ I hear Farmer shout, he must be bending over us. She’s fucking well PISSING in your wife’s mouth – all over her fucking face!’

That does it for me. Knowing that they’re watching me getting publicly fucked and being disgusted by our perversity.

GreenBoots rides my bucking hips as I thrash about, screaming into Tammi’s leaking cunt.. There’s an explosion in my guts as I cum, GreenBoots dumps his load too. And it’s gone deep – where it will seep later and be used again by us as we fuck and wank and discuss what has happened here this afternoon…

Tammi lifts off of me, and Farmer makes to replace GreenBoots but I flip on my knees instead and briefly watch Tammi cleaning off GreenBoots’ cock. She’s learning fast – wipes most of the white frothy stuff off on her face before the cock goes into that pouty mouth for its final clean.
I’m ready again. GreenBoots has opened me. Cool air entering my cunt. I’m expecting cock. I get his hand up me instead.

‘Oooh, yes!’ Tammi pants. ‘Fist the slut! Shove your fucking fist up her cunt!’

I get a look at her. She’s got Boy on the ground on his back and she’s sucking him off with her ass in the air. Farmer’s not wasting the ass. He’s kneeling behind her and trying to poke his cock into the hole. But he can’t, so he settles for her cunt. She groans, wriggles, sucks cock and is fucked as she watches GreenBoots’ hand worm further inside me. So far, he’s managed all bunched fingers, I’m trying to accommodate the thumb too, and then burstingly he’s in. Up to the wrist and I can feel his whole hand scrape the inside of me as it closes into a fist. I know it’ll kill tomorrow but for today I want this more than anything.

His fist isn’t moving; he’s wondering what to do now.

I know what I want.

I want to be savaged.

Raped with his fist while the others get off on me.

I look over my shoulder at him; he looks at me.

‘Go on then. Fist me you fuckin’ bastard,’ the words come hoarsely. The feeling of being stuffed is incredible.

‘Fist me! An’ do me hard. Fuckin’ punch my cunt. I want it to hurt.’

Boy is kneeling in front of me trying to stuff his cock into my mouth but I can’t concentrate, not with the indescribable sensation of having my cunt and innards punched by the balled fist and strong arm.
Tammi has stopped her sucking; she’s staring. Farmer has stopped his fucking; he’s staring. Boy is still kneeling but he’s wanking and watching too as my body rocks, jerks; thriving on its punishment. The sight of them all getting off on watching me get it is fantastic.

I want to be more of a spectacle to be gawped at. So I stand up.

Impaled by the hand, I slowly stand and the arm inside me twists with me so I’m able to stand and face them, with Greenboots kneeling in front of me, his fist now quiet. I look down over my heaving tits at the wrist, he’s twisting slowly from side to side now and beginning to start again. I splay my thighs as wide as I can, grab the wrist with both hands and pull and push his arm, moving my body on the thing.
‘Go on,’ I say quietly. ‘Punch my cunt out, until I cum.’

Again the jerking, the savageness of it. My fingers on clitty. You’re behind me, holding me as he does it…

‘Are you sure, Suz…’ he almost gives away my name but then I’m cumming with that fucking fist beating the hell out of my cunt. When you realize I’m cumming you pinch my teats, twist them hard like you know I love and it puts me over the top…

The last thing I remember is Tammi’s face, her staring at me with sheer exhilaration.

One minute, two, five, ten; I don’t know. I come around lying on the ground with an empty feeling in my guts, cradled in your arms. ‘Okay, Babe?’ you ask gently, but I don’t hear because what I see makes me think I’m dreaming.

The ‘Boy’ is standing naked and a naked black stud is kneeling in front of him sucking him off. Tammi is on her back, legs splayed and another naked black guy is fucking the crap out of her, his ass thumping and pumping like it was power-driven. It is, I suppose, because the black fucker is built like a train.

‘What? What the…’ I gaze up into your face in wonderment.

‘They’re a pair of runners; athletes. They just came in and found us, twigged what was going down and got stuck in … literally,’ you smirk.

Tammi’s screams of ‘Oh. Oh. Oh. Yes. Yessss! Fuck it into me. FUCK it INTO me, you fucking gorgeous black penis!!’ bring me to my senses.

This is my day and she’s getting the fucking and I’m not!

Surprisingly, there is no pain, only dull sensation like I’ve felt before after a heavy orgy. I’m there at the side of Tammi and her stud, running my hand over that shiny-black ass that looks to be oiled but it’s just sweated. It feels great but I go for greater things, underneath to feel that pistoning cock where it joins man and girl. It’s massive, I squeeze it at its base, feel the thickness of cuntjuice flowing onto my hand; probably mixed with the froth of fucked-out spunk from her previous fuckings. I feel the balls and can’t resist a quick wipe of the fresh and the old sludge mixture over my face and tits before it goes back down there for more.

Someone, I can’t be bothered to see who, has lifted my haunches up so I’m doggy again and that same someone shoves his dick into my cunt. I don’t need to look to know it’s the other black stud. Despite the fisting, this cock is stretching my cunt, and it’s going further … and deliciously further … up to where it can go no further.

He fucks me then, starts fucking me just as Tammi whoops and screams and as her stud pulls out and flips over to see who’s been playing with his balls. That’s just perfect because I can just drop my head straight into his lap and start licking and suckling the cuntcream and spunk of his still-rampant, uncut thing.

I call it thing because it’s a fucking donkey’s cock, this one. Not man’s. Fucking gorgeous donkey’s! And black and pink, and frothed and tasting … and smelling … wonderful.

Tammi thinks that the one I’m sucking wants a special treat – a fateful of her cunt. But I wonder when I see the state of it as she kneels over his head. It’s streaming spunk. No, not so much streaming as globbing – the stuff’s hanging out of it in drippy threads and she’s got juice and spunk streaked over her thighs and up her belly. Her subject just grins though, as if it was everyday he ate a mix of other men’s spunk and a Tart’s juice. He lifts his head, and Tammi trails those disgustingly-lovely trails of stinky thickness all over that grinning face.

His tongue’s there, searching, sucking, licking, much to Tammi’s delight and with a whoop of glee she sinks the whole messy box right onto those negro lips, then wipes it all over his face like she was mopping something up. White scum on black skin … great effect…

Seeing that white gungey mess…

Seeing Tammi using him like that…

Tasting that monster, dirty cock in my mouth…

Having that donkey, hard-fucking cock up my cunt…

Monster pulls out of my mouth and WHAM, the fucking thing is smacked across my face, it feels like I’ve been punched. Then – WHAM again, on the other cheek.

Donkey-fucker slaps my ass real hard, then his thumb goes up it.

Monster-cock’s hands reach for my tits and (how does he know what I like?), it feels like he’s ripping the fucking teats off me…

Any one of these actions would be recipe for a cum …

And I get the whole fucking package at once!

Screaming ecstasy – the whole park might hear. A few more thrusts and Donkey’s out of my cunt and firing stuff all over my back and ass. Cock goes back in cunt, fucking again while his hands cream my back and asscheeks. He stuffs some up my asshole – that’s gorgeous as the cum-throes die away.
I think of when we get home, what we’ll. We’ll crawl under the covers of our bed, and smell the stink off each others’ bodies … before I sit on your face and make you suck out the filth of this wonderful afternoon…

Tammi is kneeling with Farmer, GreenBoots and RedHead clustered around her face. It’s a ‘get me hard again’ class. Her mouth’s going from one to another, her hands equally busy.

She’s been to SlutSkool that one, for sure.

Anyway, let her get them hard. They’re no use any other way.

BlackStud one has found a belt, a thick black leather one and he’s looking at me. He doesn’t have to say anything, I know what he’s asking and I want it. I turn my back on him, pout out my cutey and look over my shoulder ….

‘Go for it, BlackStud. Thrash my ass and fucking well stripe it good.’

The noise of the swish, the cut The sound of my breath rasping, I have the attention of the whole bunch again – good.

My brain converts the pain to sexual pleasure (as I have trained it to do).

‘Again.’

It comes again, that swish, that cut, that pain.

And again.

I reach back and feel my ass, feel the heat and the weals that are starting. It makes me need more.
I turn, splay my thighs and stare at him. He’s enjoying this abuse of me, his cock tells me by the way its sticking out, throbbing, piss-slit winking a thread of juice…

‘Whip my cunt. Do it with the tip. And do it fucking hard so it makes me cum.’

He stands with the belt trailing the ground. His arm whips upward and briefly I see evil in his eyes, see an evil smile play across his lips. He wanks with one hand while the belt thrashes upwards, a direct hit, a direct smack on my cunt.

The pain of it smacking my soft wetness is excruciating. I watch him wanking – he’s getting off on hurting me. Inflicting sexual pain is giving him the hards.

It’s giving them to me too…

‘Do my tits. Sideways. Hard. Fucking cut them off of me.’

He misses. He cut me low, across the belly. I look down and see the mark appear.

I want more. More of this beating, then I want raping by this savage bastard.

It becomes a need. Need becomes greed, I must have it.

‘You missed, you Black Bastard, hit me again. Then I want your fucking cock up my asshole, so stop wanking and save your black spunk for my ass to suck out of you…

He doesn’t like the ‘black bastard’ bit. The cutting leather flays my tits; they feel like they’re flaming. It’s savage and another follows. I feel my tits with my hands, feel the burning heat, then I pinch my teats in defiance, splay my thighs and tell him what I want…

‘Do my fucking dirty cunt again. Fucking blackpig.’

I’m almost oblivious to the pain of the two cuts to my cunt. Then he’s on me like a mad dog, throwing me on my back on the ground, lifting my legs high and pushing them back, almost to my shoulders. His friend holds them there while he fists cock and stabs for asshole.

‘You fookin’ filthy white trash. You aint nothing but a slagpit; a cunt to be used; a whore; beggin’ for cock, and your husband in it too…’

He doesn’t finish because his cock is sliding asshole and he’s just grunting into my face, crushing my body. His words; attitude; actions have inflamed me beyond the point of belief and I want him to fill my ass with that fantastic black thing; I feel as if I want his whole body stuffed up my asshole.
It hurts, but when he’s full up me and fucking it’s wonderful. More wonderful are the stares of the others, clustered above me, looking down. All are slowly wanking; all are hard; all are enjoying watching me getting ass-raped.

His friend is kneeling at my head, holding my legs. His cock is dangling into my face and he’s leering down at me and in the few long seconds before he does it, I know what he’s going to do.

And I want him to do it … desperately.

He pisses in my face. And he’s laughing.

Spurting – fierce, hard jets, quickly over my tits, then back to my face.

It’s disgusting.

It’s lovely.

I try to release; to piss while I’m being fucked and pissed on. I can’t.
His friend’s laughing too. It’s stinging my eyes now so I have to shut them tight and open them again to see. Then I’m opening my mouth in silent plea for him to piss right in there too. Cock goes in there. I close it.

Piss fills my mouth. I have to cough it out before I choke. His cock, balls, thighs, my neck and tits get splattered.

And then he cock-whips me across the face. And then he’s pissing again. His friend stops laughing when he gets some splash his mouth. He spits straight into my face in disgust.
I wish he’d do that again.

Suddenly, something is squirting up my ass and it’s not spunk . I’m being filled.

BlackStud my Fucker is pissing up my ass.

Farmer has cum in his hand and bends to wipe the stuff on my tits. It feels cool on the burning skin. My ass feels bursting, my stomach swelling and the cock is pulled out and pushed up my cunt.
I realize that the rest of them mightn’t know and I look at you.

‘She’s tasted piss. He’s pissed up her asshole. Now she’ll want more,’ you tell them.

My legs are back down where they should be now and I’m getting fucked properly.

I smile sweetly at my fucker. ‘Get off of me BlackStud, I want to ride that pole of yours while they piss on me. You’d like that wouldn’t you? You want these men to piss on you, too? Right?’

I’m right. He’s off, lies down. I straddle, impale, and ride.

Tammi’s first. She would be. Piss games are a Tammi-favorite.

(She pisses herself when she wanks. She even gets off on frigging off while she takes a shit. Her fantasy is to be shit on by a Hells Angel leader, get wiped over with the stuff, get gang-fucked by the pack then have them all clean her off with piss. Not mine. Not yet anyway. Perhaps someday when I’ve worked out my present deviances)…

Tammi straddles the body beneath me, her crotch level with my head. There’s spunk oozing from it and there’s a thick, whitish mess all over her thighs and belly.

Her cunt stinks. It’s horribly wonderful, the smell off her. She’s sex. She’s a sex animal. God only knows what a shrink would make of what goes on in her head. (He’d probably be physically sick listening to her).

Farmer is behind Tammi, looking over her shoulder, groping her fried eggs. I don’t know why he bothers.

‘Go ahead darlin’,’ he grunts. ‘Piss in the slag’s face. Put yer cunt in her face an’ do it.’

Tammi doesn’t do that. Instead she pushes that slimy crotch a little further towards me. She isn’t smiling, she’s got that look on her face that she gets when she’s really high. She sticks two fingers up her cunt then wipes them on my cheek. Then she does it again. The other cheek, and my mouth.
I lick my lips where I feel it clinging. It feels thickly warm. It stinks on my face. It’s lovely. I slide a hand down to clitty…

‘Shame to piss away all this stuff, Suzie,’ she murmurs, taking my head and pulling it into her. She keeps still and moves my head up and down and side to side, mopping my face all over with that cunt. I taste. I lick. I can almost chew on the stuff. Her skin stinks of cock. Her cunt is rank.
‘Suck me, honey-baby. Shove your tongue up my fuckbox. Eat out my fucking dirty cunt while I cum on your face…’

Tammi loves to horny-talk. Loves to shock by it. It works with me. An electric jolt goes to my tits and cunt and I move on the cock, licking that cunt, sucking her clit into my mouth, spitting it out, sucking it in, spitting it out. She quivers. Her fingers go to her clit and she moves back slightly, frigging madly with the fingers of her right hand while the fingers of her left splay her cunt open.
She’s loving this, the dirty bitch.

She pisses in my face. Freely pissing while she frigs off . A long, hard stream, full-face. I open my mouth trying to catch some of the main flow – succeeding. Most runs over my tits and belly, over my frigging fingers to gather in a pool where I’m joined to BlackStud.

Tammi knows I’ve got my mouth full and wants a share. She bends her head, reaches down, mauls my tits, mashes her mouth onto mine, and pokes in her tongue. She sucks her own piss out of my mouth, straightens up, opens her mouth slowly and lets it run off her chin, down over her tits and belly. She licks her lips. Her expression is like she’s just put her spoon down after having the most gorgeous meal. I wonder briefly where the hell she’ll end up in life with appetites like hers…

You haven’t had your cock out during these whole proceedings, Lover! There’s a huge sticky, messy stain on the crotch of your cycle shorts and the lovely pre-fuck stuff has seeped through – looking like snails have partied there. I’ve been watching it while you’ve been watching me get used, playing with your bulge; and wondering how the hell we’re going to get back through the park with you in that state and spunk pouring out of me.

Now, Lover! This is MY part of this fantasy. Mine has always been to see YOU dominated by men, and now that’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to really enjoy writing this, for once I don’t know if YOU will enjoy it but here goes….

BlackStud the fucker stands in front of you. ‘Kneel!’ he says. You do.

‘I think any man who lets his wife do stuff like is a pervie that likes to be used. Right?’ he says. Then he wipes his messy cock off on your face. You look surprised, disgusted.

‘Lick my balls,’ he says, holding his cock out of the way and shoving his black nuts into your face.
‘I said lick ma nuts! Don’t just smell ‘em!’

You lick. He grins at me. I kneel at your side, feel your ass, feel under for your balls. My other hand is on your cock-bulging shorts crotch. You’re hard. I knew you’d take to it, Lover!

‘Now suck ma cock, Whitey!’

I have a feeling what’s coming so I lie on the ground between your knees, looking up. Above my head is your crotch and I can see up your belly and chest. You’re sucking black dick. Now he’s taken it almost out and he’s fisting the huge thing with the head of it just into your mouth. His fist keeps smacking your lips but you hold there for him. I hope he’s going to spunk in your mouth.
I half sit up and suck that snail stuff off of your shorts, lick over the head of your cock that’s clearly bulging through the lycra. It IS hard and throbby in there. You’re enjoying this.
BlackStud’s laughing and I crash back down to see why, looking upwards again.
I don’t know if he came in your mouth or not…

Whatever, now he’s pissing into it.

Now he’s pissing all over your brand new shiny-white vest and it’s running down your shorts too. My hands are up there wiping it nicely in. (How the hell are we to walk back through the park NOW!) I’m getting splashed quite a bit too (which is why I got down here in the first place).

Now I’m squeezing rhythmically at your cock through the soaked almost see-thru shiny-blue lycra shorts. I want you to spunk them properly, Lover so they can watch me do my favorite!

I catch a glimpse of Tammi. She gets the youth up against a tree, climbs onto his cock and that beautiful lithe little body looks as if it’s doing a jig as she screws the hell out of him. She’s doing her neck biting thing at the same time and he’ll be lucky if she doesn’t draw blood when she cums off. That tanned ass of hers (with its tiny, un-tanned ‘V’ where the briefest of bikini-pants has been) looks amazing, squirming and jerking around like that!

BlackStud’s finished, Lover. But now Farmer is pissing down your back! Now all over your ass! I reach and wipe it in there, too. You’re soaked. Your newest work-out gear, soaked in manpiss! And you’re cumming off in your shorts so you’re still enjoying it! I feel the stuff pumping out, I wipe it around, then flip up on my knees in front of you.

(There’s a youthful male scream behind me so I guess Tammi got her cum!)

‘What’s she goin’ to do now?’ asks Farmer.

‘Suck the piss out of my shorts,’ you say.

Then she’ll peel them down and lick the stuff off of the insides. She’s got a thing about doing that…’
He’s right. Especially when they’re pissed in…

But you’re used to me doing that, Lover – so on with the fantasy…

‘Do me like a dog,’ I say, on all-fours. Farmer kneels behind me. His long and fat cock is up to the hilt in scummy cunt in a single, grunting thrust. His jeans scratch the backs of my thighs.

RedHead takes my mouth. At first his cock is a bit soft but he puts the head just inside my mouth and gets the feel of my tongue as he fists it – uncaring as to how many times his fist batters my mouth. I don’t care. I need the hurt now – need more – and more – and more…

At my side, Tammi lies on her back. Knees in the air. Fingers in her cunt.

The youth stands, straddling her, hands on hips. his cock is soft, down-hanging.

I’m getting mouth and cunt fucked now, getting thrust back and forth. It’s lovely.

‘Go ahead and piss on me,’ Tammi says quietly, her fingers moving. Moving noisily – slurping and sloshing and squishing in the mess.

‘Go on then you faggot. Fucking piss on me, I wanna cum watching you,’ she’s almost screaming. And her tiny tits are jerking about she’s wanking herself that hard.

‘Oooh, fucking A!’ she groans when she gets rained on. But then her face disappears from view. GreenBoots, looking stupid wearing his boots with no jeans or jock has squatted over her face. He’s grinning at me as he squats his asshole on Tammi’s mouth. We all hear her sucking frantically. Her hand is out of her cunt, thrashing her clit as the youth finishes pissing there, on her hand.

She’s shiny-soaked with piss and mess, an asshole on her mouth, and you, you horny sod, are slapping her tits. She starts to cum…

Her scream is muffled. Greenboots smiles and squashes his whole ass over her face. She’s struggling, can’t breathe but her fingers are still frigging and her lithe hips are jerking up and down like she thinks she’s being fucked.

Then she lies still and GreenBoots gets off of her. Her mouth is open, she’s gasping for breath, and GreenBoots takes delighted advantage by pissing into her face.

Such a tiny gathering, producing such base, filthy, delicious lusts….

They’re gone.
Sent away.
We’re alone with Tammi, you’re kissing me in our little clearing in the wood.
You press hard against my sex-streaked body, feel my tits wet on your chest.
Your thigh pushes between mine and you feel my cunt wet on your thigh; I’m full of spunk and it’s coming out thickly.
‘Put your clothes on baby,’ you whisper. Let’s get home, the three of us and get to bed…

We make it back to the car by roundabout route, avoiding the strollers, the runners, especially the families. It’s fun, laughing, giggling fun even though we’re tired and sex-sore. By the time we get back to the car my satin thong is bulging with run-out. And the crotch of Tammi’s white satin short-shorts is the same. It’s got grubby marks where she hasn’t been able to resist feeling it. And your shorts don’t look any better.

We fall into the kitchen at home and reach for a six pack – each.

Drunk, we plan to go to bed (to rest) and see what tomorrow brings.

You wake, lying on the black plastic bed sheet. Tammi sleeps on her back on your right. Me snuggled into you from the left.

You lift the top sheet over our heads, your hands seek us out in the darkness.

‘Mmmmm,’ Tammi moans, and shifts her thighs apart for your gently-probing hand.

‘Geez, Suzie!’ you breathe. Feel this!’ Your hand guides mine between her thighs to find her sloppy cunt, and the glutinous mess of stuff on the plastic sheet beneath.

Now you’ve found mine (cunt and sheet-mess) and you’re breathing heavily. My hand on your hardening cock.

‘Smell the smell, Lover,’ I whisper. ‘I told you it’d be horny waking up, didn’t I?’

I slide down in the bed and hold your cock to my face, smelling it deeply, along with the smell of spunk, and of piss that’s rising in the heat from the three of us.

I take your cock in my mouth and tongue-wash you with saliva. getting its taste.

Tammi is awake. She’s grabbed your hand. She’s using it to bring herself off. I slide up your body and whisper to her. She giggles and throws off the top cover, jumps up and sits astride your chest.

‘Look at my cunt, Mick. What do you want to do with it?’

It’s emptying itself on your chest

Even I don’t know if you will. To help your decision I straddle you and impale on your cock, reaching around Tammi to feel her tits.

‘Sit on his face, Tam,’ I say. Wipe that stinking-sloppy cunt all over it and make him suck you off. I’m going for a ride.’

‘I’m dying to piss,’ she says, but she’s wiping your face as she says it so she can’t be that dying. Your hands have found the pools of mess on the plastic sheet and join mine, on Tammi’s tits. We spread the mess.

‘Do it there, Tam,’ I whisper, enjoying the ride and the dull, after-orgy ache deep inside me. ‘Piss in his mouth. make him drink it.’

She lifts off, opens your mouth with her fingers, and sits herself back down there.
I can hear her pissing and I can see your throat gulping it down.

But you can’t take it all and soon there’s a river of the stuff running into the depression your ass (and my knees) are making in the sheet. And it’s heavy, heady, smelly, first-of-the-day stuff too.
It makes you cum, I feel it inside me, a warm, dull spurting. Tammi gets off of you and lies beside you, watching me. Some of the piss rolls into the hollow her ass has made. Her hand is in the predictable place. I feel the dull throb of the drink in my head, I think I’m still drunk, good.
Tammi is rubbing her tits too and the little bitch is getting to me. I want to suck on her cunt and lick those pretty tits as much as I want to cum off with your cock in me.

Then I feel your piss, deep inside my cunt and it’s wonderful. And it’s more wonderful when I split my fig and piss on your belly as you piss in me. When Tammi realizes what’s going on she cries her cry of ‘Oh! Fucking A!’ and reaches out to put her hand in my stream. then her head’s lying on your belly. Her mouth is open and she’s drinking like from a water fountain.

There’s too much now, it’s slopping onto the towels placed around the bed. Uncaring, the three of us fuck and suck and splash in our collective piss.

But when Tammi rolls onto her front in the pool and shits herself we leave the dirty bitch to it and exit to the shower.

On her front, that cutey ass uppermost; plastered with filth and jerking up and down. She has a handful of her stuff; is lying on that hand and fucking against it, while licking piss from the sheet
We leave her thrashing in the mess. We leave the video camera, on its tripod rolling.
Perhaps we can stomach the video when we’re pissed, having one of our fuck-nights in. Perhaps, one day, Lover, we’ll even join her?

Love and kisses,
Suzie