A TALE OF THREE FUCKS
written by:
Jillbaby

A TALE OF THREE FUCKS

Copyright © -2013 - by Jillbaby

I walked worriedly down the quiet dirt road, struggling for balance in my three inch heels. My mind kept replaying the big row I had just had with my new boyfriend Eric. And yet the day had started so well.

It was a Saturday and we had driven out for a picnic in the countryside and an open-air fuck; something I love. There is a special excitement for me in having sex with the fresh air wafting on my pussy and breasts. The risk of being seen, simply adds to my pleasure.

I directed Eric to drive down a farmer's track to a quiet spot I knew well. I had enjoyed great sex there with other men but it was the first time there with him. The gap in the hedge was still there and we parked the car and slipped through into a little grassy hollow bathed in sunshine.

We put down the rug and picnic basket, and after we had enjoyed the food and wine, we started kissing in the warm sun. This place was so peaceful, so comforting. It seemed that nothing ever changed. The smells, the sounds, the textures and the colors were just as vivid as they had been on my previous visits.

I was wearing a short flowered cotton skirt, a white blouse and a pink lacy thong; but no bra. We both became aroused in a slow sexy way as we sat side by side on the rug and explored each other's mouths. I had my knees drawn up and Eric slipped a hand under my skirt to fondle the undersides of my thighs.

It was a day for taking things slowly so he just let his hand rest there, stroking gently as the breeze ruffled my blouse and aroused my nipples under the thin cotton. Seeing the protruding nubs, Eric laid me back, unbuttoned my blouse and let my breasts swing free in the sunlight. Leisurely he licked and sucked them; teasing and tormenting my tingling nipples as my pussy begin to cream.

I put my hand on the bulge in his pants but teasingly he wouldn't let me open his fly. Eric was good at taking his time and slowly arousing me until I was desperate to be fucked. He loved to make me beg for it and we both enjoyed some dirty talk while we were fucking.

He drew me in for a long passionate kiss and ran his hands gently up and down my thighs, stopping just at the edge of my thong each time. The teasing was really getting to me, especially here in the open air. With one hand still playing with the opening of my thong, he went back to my breasts and started teasing my nipples with his tongue, lingering there for a long time, as my pussy totally flooded.

I wriggled my hips urgently and nuzzled into his neck passionately. I nibbled his earlobe while my fingers struggled with his zipper but his cock was pressing so hard against his fly, that I couldn't move the fastener. When my frustration was at bursting point, I murmured in his ear,

"Please fuck me Eric, I can't wait any longer."

He undid his belt and wriggled out of his pants and briefs allowing his stiff cock to spring free. Slowly and tantalizingly, he eased back my skirt, following the movement of the hem with his open mouth and leaving little damp tracks with the point of his tongue. I pulled up my legs and parted my thighs wantonly.

"Lick my pussy, Eric, its open and wet the way you like to taste it," I muttered.

The gusset of my thong had only the flimsiest of lining and was almost transparent. I could imagine that he would clearly see the outline of my swollen, moist pussy-lips through the fragment of fabric.

Bending over, Eric kissed the damp crotch gently and I could feel the extra warmth of his breath. At last, he slid my thong down my legs and threw it in our basket, never taking his eyes away from the sight of my naked cunt.

I reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head down to where I wanted his mouth to be and groaned loudly at the first touch of his tongue on my clit. The feel of the sun on my naked breasts was adding to my horniness and as he kissed and fingered my pussy, I gripped his head between my thighs and writhed with pleasure.

He was good at giving head and knew to take it slowly. He lapped gently from my anus to my clit as if he was licking an ice-cream cone. He had a trick of sucking on just one of my pussy lips until it seemed to expand to twice its size and the sensitive nerve ends shrieked with pleasure. Then he would move to the other one. I muttered encouragement as his tongue fluttered around my swollen clit.

"That's it big boy...right there...oh fuck...just there..."

As he began a slow rhythmic licking, I started to buck my hips to meet his strokes. He stopped lapping and I gasped in frustration as he looked up at me, enjoying the obvious need in my eyes. I grabbed his head, pulling him to me and ground my pussy against his mouth. I held him tightly as his tongue tortured and pleasured me; it was wonderful but I needed more.

"Please fuck me," I demanded desperately.

He knelt up and for a second the sun lit up his cock, long hard and jutting out from his body. I pulled my legs back and spread them for him - and then cried out as he drove his cock deep into me. The teasing over, he fucked me hard and fast.

He shagged me until we were both gasping and crying out. Then, all too soon his cum erupted into me. As we clung together my pussy held him tight, molded to every vein, every contour of his throbbing cock begging for more.

When he had pumped every last drop of his cum into me and his cock was beginning to soften he rolled away from me. We lay side by side, our chests heaving and I reached to put his hand on my unsatisfied pussy.

Then disaster struck.

In my aroused state my memory replayed all the orgasms I had enjoyed there. That made me even more horny and in an effort to encourage him I began to mutter some dirty talk,

"Stroke my clit Eric...I'm so horny...make me cum the way all those other guys did...make me cum like the slut I am..."

Unfortunately, in my arousal I had forgotten how jealous Eric could be.

We hadn't been together for very long and I was still in the porn photography business at the time. At first my job had fascinated him, but as often happened with my boyfriends then, he became a bit unhappy about it. After encouraging me to talk about my previous lovers and sex life, he found it hard to live with the fact that I had enjoyed a lot of men before him. What did he want - a fucking virgin?

Instead of encouraging him to stroke my pussy my words set him off. He started questioning me about how many other men I had taken there, the things we had done and so on. I felt that he was being childish and we started to argue. Finally my temper snapped,

"Look Eric if you can't live with what I've done in the past, you can fuck off!"

"Fine..." he yelled, "I'll do that..."

The picnic material was his, and in a tantrum he gathered up the basket and rug and set off for the car.

"Get in the car..." he called.

I've always been very proud and independent and that set me off again,

"Fuck you and fuck your car..." I yelled back. "Just fuck off out of my sight, you wanker. I'll easily get a lift from a real man."

That of course infuriated him further, as I knew it would. Even so I was surprised when he called my bluff. I heard the car start and drive away. Damn, I thought; the bastard has actually left me here miles from anywhere.

As I tidied my skirt and blouse I realized that he had bundled up my thong with the picnic things. I took a tissue from my shoulder purse and wiped away the excess cum that was leaking from me. Then I lay still for a while to calm down.

I began to regret that I hadn't gotten into the car. I was faced with a walk of about a mile and a half up the farm track to the road where I hoped to get a lift to the nearest town and take a bus for the fairly long journey home.

I got up and set out for the main road, at first enjoying the warm air flowing up my short skirt to my bare pussy. Then I began to curse myself for having chosen to wear shoes with three inch heels to please Eric. They certainly weren't suitable for walking on the rough track and after I had covered about half a mile I wobbled on one of my ankles and twisted it.

I needed a rest and saw an old barn, set a few yards into a field. It looked abandoned and there was no sign of life, so I stepped through the gap in the hedge where a gate had once been and sat down against the wall to rub my ankle.

I drew up my legs and took off my shoes to massage my sore feet. I let my skirt slip back to my waist allowing the sun to beam on my naked pussy. That was a mistake for immediately my unsatisfied horniness bubbled up again.

I forgot about my sore ankle and without thinking I moved my legs further apart, reached between my thighs and lightly, very lightly, moved my fingers along the length of my warm wet lips. My fingertips rested on my slit and Eric's diluted cum oozed over them. I used one cum-lubricated finger to circle my stiffening clit and closed my eyes with pleasure.

My free hand moved to my nipples through the thin blouse and found them stiff and firm. I squeezed them and then rolled them between my fingertips. Mmmm... I bit my lip as little electric sparks went off in my clit.

When I'm outdoors I find it incredibly arousing to cum with my legs wide apart, exposing myself to the world. I began to gently pry open my leaking opening, enjoying the air wafting over my sensitive wetness.

Suddenly I heard close by, the sound of feet on the soft grass; the rapid tread of someone running. By the time I had reacted and reached for my skirt, a man had appeared from around the corner of the barn.

When he came to an abrupt halt about a foot away, my drawn-up legs were only halfway to being straightened and my hands were just reaching the skirt crumpled around my waist. As I pushed it down my thighs I felt desperately embarrassed. Although it had all happened in seconds I wondered if he had caught a glimpse of my pussy. I must have looked really guilty and my fevered imagination was telling me that the smile on his face signaled that he knew what I'd been up to.

As he stood breathing deeply, I examined him cautiously. He seemed a good bit older than me, was over six feet tall and well built. He looked athletic in a loose sleeveless T-shirt and cut off shorts, and I tried not to stare at his long muscular legs.

Despite my usual self-confidence, I suddenly realized what a risky situation I was in. I was alone down a deserted country track; dressed in a very short skirt and a skimpy blouse with my aroused nipples poking through it. My heart started to thump furiously as I waited for his reaction.

"You scared me," I said attempting a smile.

"Sorry," he murmured, "You gave me a fright too. When my run takes me past here I don't usually find a beautiful woman sitting and..."

There was a pause before he added, "sunbathing..." with that knowing grin again,

"Do you mind if I join you? I'm ready for a rest although my car is just around the next bend...I'm Bill," he continued and without waiting for a reply sat beside me.

"You look really lovely, sitting there...what a lovely surprise...but how did you get here in these shoes?" He laughed, picking them up and putting them down on his other side as if wanting to get nearer to me.

I was a bit nervous and somehow felt vulnerable with him between me and my shoes. But the mention of his nearby car gave me the hope of a very welcome lift and I decided to be pleasant to him.

"Oh, I had a row with my boyfriend and he stormed off."

He raised his eyebrows,

"What an idiot...to leave a beautiful woman like you..." he said.

My face felt flushed as he stared at me intently with his warm brown eyes. He was very charming and confident and I felt goose bumps as his gaze moved slowly over my body. I became intensely aware of my naked pussy, convincing myself that he knew that I wasn't wearing panties. Or even worse; perhaps he had guessed what I was doing as he arrived. I tried to compose myself.

"Thank you kind sir..." I quipped with a smile. "I'm Jill."

Then, trying to take the initiative, I continued,

"What are you doing out here?" And immediately cursed myself for asking such a dumb question.

"I like to stay in shape, so I often take a run here. It's beautiful out here; it makes me feel relaxed."

I nodded.

"I know what you mean. I love the countryside too," I said, without adding that it also made me horny as hell.

He smiled; a very sexy smile,

"Yes, it's wonderful," he said cheerfully, "the only thing that would make it better would be some really hot sex."

My mouth fell open as I absorbed the shock of what he had said. It was as if the stranger had read my mind and knew how horny I was. Mind you, it could be because he had caught me with my fingers in the cookie jar, as the saying goes. It seemed that he was very sexually confident.

He continued to stare at me as he waited for my reaction. I looked closely at him, thinking that he was joking and expecting him to laugh. There was a glint in his eyes and I was sure that he expected me to react in girlish confusion and embarrassment.

But I also saw sensuality and desire and I realized that he was serious and really coming on to me. His confident masculine presence was arousing. There was silence apart from the twittering of the birds as I hesitated and modesty battled with lust. A number of emotions were churning in me. I was still annoyed with my boyfriend, and of course getting off with someone else is often an instinctive female revenge response.

We sat in a tense silence and I was acutely aware of the demands of my tingling clit and the attraction of the stranger's macho confidence and his sexy eyes. There was also the insidious temptation of getting a lift from him if I was nice.

I told myself that it was too outrageous, even for me, to fuck this stranger here in the open. Then the warm breeze ruffled my hair and wafted up my skirt; I caught a sensual whiff of his sweat and made up my mind.

I looked him in the eyes,

"You know, you're absolutely right...some hot sex would be ideal...but where am I going to find anyone suitable?" I teased daringly.

His eyes lit up as he absorbed my challenge and with a grin he reached out and pulled me roughly against his chest. He wrapped one hand in my hair and as our mouths met he thrust his tongue demandingly into my mouth. Then, slowly withdrawing it, he stroked my lips with the firm tip. I found myself sucking at it, using my lips to try to capture the firm wriggly flesh and to pull it back into my mouth. I breathed-in an erotic blend of fresh male sweat and cologne.

Keeping one hand wrapped in my hair, he knelt astride my lap as I sat against the wall. Laughing down at me, he said,

"Okay, let's see what you can do with that smart mouth of yours."

In one quick motion Bill pushed down the waistband of his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was fully erect. I had time to notice the sun glinting on the moisture on the pink swollen head, before he tightened his grip on my hair and impatiently pulled my face toward his stiff shaft.

I opened my mouth obediently and licked; he tasted salty. I could smell soap mixed with the sweat from his run. I sucked the head, gently and slowly, using just my lips at first. As I felt it harden further, I swirled my tongue around it several times in one direction and then in the other. The tip traced the taut sensitive edge of the withdrawn foreskin, and I felt him quiver slightly.

In my excited and horny state it felt great to be preparing a cock for a good fuck. I was happy to please him but didn't want him to cum too soon. Holding his cock steady with my forefinger and thumb circled around the base, although they couldn't quite meet, I started licking firmly up and down the shaft with just the firm, pointed tip of my tongue.

Each time I reached the smooth silky crown I paused to encircle it with my lips around the groove and hold it there for a second or two.

"That's it," he muttered thickly, "keep going, I'm going to fuck you in a minute."

Suddenly I became aware of the sound of pounding feet from a few feet way. Instinctively I released the cock but was unable to move my mouth away because of the firm grip of my hair. With my head bowed, I strained my eyes to see a man come running around the corner of the barn and skid to a halt beside us. The hand released my hair and I sat up straight. It would have been hard to know which of us was most surprised as we gaped at each other.

"Holy shit!" The newcomer exclaimed. "What the fuck...what the fuck are you doing Bill? Who the hell is she...?"

Automatically my eyes ran over the newcomer as he stood panting. Fuck me, I thought; more in annoyance than invitation. This was the second time I had been interrupted; was I in the middle of some kind of race?

He was in running gear like Bill but looked older, in his early forties I guessed. His tight running vest revealed that he was carrying a bit of excess weight around his belly but otherwise his tall body seemed fit enough. He wiped away sweat from his receding brown hair as his wide blue eyes stared at me as if he had never seen a woman before.

Bill's shorts were still around his knees but he had covered his hardon with both hands and otherwise seemed very unconcerned.

"Oh there you are, Colin...when you dropped back, I thought you would take the shortcut to the car."

Still kneeling over my lap, Bill went on to calmly introduce us as if the circumstances were completely normal.

"Jill...this is my friend Colin. Colin, this is a very sexy young lady who needs a lift...but maybe you could join us..."

He looked at me,

"Do you fancy that, Jill?"

Instinctively, I shook my head,

"I think I had better be going...let me up please..."

He gave me that sexy smile,

"Oh don't be like that...I know that you were enjoying yourself...let's have a bit of fun," he coaxed still covering his cock.

When, feeling totally confused, I glared at him, he added,

"Don't worry about Colin...he and I have often had some nice threesomes on vacation together."

He turned to his friend,

"Isn't that right, Colin?"

"Too true"...he replied. "But those were bar girls...we never fucked anyone as cute looking as this one."

Bill moved his hands to stroke my hair, allowing his still hard cock to sway free. I reached to remove them but he gripped my wrists and managed to pull my fingers against his erection. I quickly folded my fingers into my palms but the feel of his pulsing dick had made my whole body quiver.

The presence of another man was heightening my lust instead of putting me off. Oh fuck. I knew that I was going to let them have me. Why am I so weak? I asked myself.

But it was such a perfect scenario; I had been desperately frustrated since the session with Eric, and this was outdoors sex with two strangers; one of my dream situations.

To top it all, my slutty persona whispered to me, don't forget that you'll get a lift in their car.

I decided to perform the reluctant but secretly willing role-play.

"I can't...someone might see us...you'd better let me up..."

"Shhhh..." Bill whispered and still holding my wrists, leaned in to kiss me.

I made half-hearted attempts to avoid his mouth but when our lips finally met I opened mine in surrender and our tongues meshed. It all happened swiftly and predictably after that.

Still on his knees he pulled down my skirt with a couple of tugs and reached behind to whip it over my feet. He gripped my hips and I offered no resistance or objections when he eased me onto my back and pushed my blouse up to my throat. I was grateful for the springy grass on my bare skin.

My head spun as I gave myself to him. My nipples sprang to life in response to the warmth of the sun and it was wonderful to feel it on my pussy again. He sat for a moment as he pulled off his shorts and briefs and then he was lying beside me.

I felt completely exposed and vulnerable but every one of my nerve ends was alert and responsive. I felt wild and free, and excitedly shook my hair from my face.

Something blocked the sun and I opened my eyes to see that Colin was naked and standing over me. His eyes seemed to devour my naked body. From my viewpoint beneath him, his balls looked enormous. His cock hung down a little way at an angle from his belly. At first I thought that it wasn't hard and then I realized that it was short but very thick.

Then he lay down and I was between the two men. At once four hands caressed my body; fingertips sliding up and down, hands fondling and squeezing my breasts and sliding over my belly and shaved mound.

As the blissful exploration continued, my hands were placed on their cocks - one stubby and spongy and the other long and hard. With my eyes closed I breathed rapidly through an open mouth. I felt myself soaring into one of my occasional, mindless and savage frenzies, where I just want to be fucked out of my mind and to cum time after time.

The exhibitionist in me reveled in the arousal and risk from the knowledge that anyone walking past the gap in the hedge would see our three naked bodies in action.

It seemed that Bill hadn't been just bragging about their experiences with a woman. Instead of just rushing to stick their cocks in as many men would have done, they were taking their time.

Colin's hands went to my breasts. They felt strong but were trembling slightly as they massaged my sensitive skin. I heard him mutter,

"Fuck...these titties are so firm..."

Then his hot dry lips closed over a nipple and the shock made me groan with pleasure. Meanwhile Bill pushed two fingers into my pussy using his thumb to tend to my swollen clit. There was a soft squishing sound as they entered my sodden cunt and he called out in surprise,

"Hell...she's been fucked already!"

He whispered,

"Was your boyfriend not enough for you then? Don't worry...we'll leave you satisfied, won't we Colin?"

His friend was too busy sucking a nipple to respond, but I had a feeling that Bill meant what he said. It had been a few months since I had enjoyed several men fucking me and I found that I still loved the multiple stimulations to my body. But right now cock was what I craved. I was gripped by the overpowering need to have one inside me.

Moaning and groaning I arched my back to push my breast further into the suckling mouth and wriggled my hips as Bill found my G-Spot and finger-fucked me. The accumulation of the day's sexual excitement suddenly soared to a peak and my body went rigid as a surprise orgasm blasted through my brain.

There had been no warning signs, and my reactions as I came were even more noisy than usual. My mouth wasn't engaged in kissing or sucking cock and it opened wide as I let rip with scream after scream.

The men must have been enjoying the show and both of them kept working on my breasts, pussy and clit as I continued to climax violently; my body shuddering and convulsing.

Finally they removed their hands and sat back while I lay in the aftermath of the explosive climax with my arms and legs trembling and my breath coming in ragged gasps. As if from a great distance I heard Colin murmur,

"Amazing...what a fucking orgasm...Christ she's hot...I'm dying to fuck her."

"Steady on pal...I saw her first," Bill replied as I felt him move over me.

I felt his stiff cock brush the insides of my thighs as he guided it to my sloppy opening. I was so desperate that I braced my feet and pushed up with my hips so that he slipped into me all the way. I had been longing for a cock in me for what seemed hours and it felt so wonderful that unashamedly I cried out,

"Oh God, oh God, yes, yes..." as he started pumping in and out with a lazy rhythm.

Bill knew what he was doing but instead of letting him continue with his controlled fuck, I reached around to grip his firm ass. Grinding my cunt in circles on the big cock I started to thrust back and forth at him. In my crazed state my fingers dug savagely into his buttocks as his balls slapped my ass at each stroke.

I was vaguely aware of Colin speaking,

"Oh man, oh man!" She really likes it..."

Bill redoubled his pace, really fucking me hard now, and I moaned from the delicious discomfort as my cervix took a pounding.

Then I heard his friend again,

"Easy Bill...easy...you'll cum too soon. Let me have a go for Christ's sake, my balls are bursting. We can keep team-tagging her until she's fucked-out."

I opened my eyes to see him bending over us and tugging at Bill's shoulder. Bill muttered something and I cursed with frustration as his cock pulled clear from my clinging pussy. However, the break in my pleasure was brief and Colin's stubby cock pushed into me. I sensed it stretching my opening a bit but at least it wouldn't be hitting the top so hard.

He changed my position, pushing my knees back to my breasts and my ankles resting on his shoulders. He started slowly. But I reached out to entwine my fingers in his hair and tug. That fired him up and losing control, he began to fuck me wildly.

That set me off again and I began to wail softly while drumming my heels on his shoulders. Oh fuck, it was great. At the back of my mind I kept thinking that I still had Colin's cock to return to me. As I keep saying, I love having several cocks in me one after the other. It makes me feel guilty and depraved afterwards, but that's just the way I am.

In that position and with his thick girth my clit began, unusually, to be stimulated by his thrusts. Instead of reaching for my clit as I normally do, I gripped both nipples and began to squeeze them in time with each inward plunge of his cock.

It didn't take long before I felt the pressure begin to build in my clit. However, Colin must have decided that, following his own suggestion, he had to pull out before he came. But I was too far gone to allow that.

When I felt him start to withdraw, I levered up my hips to cross my ankles around his neck and swung on him with my weight. I pulled his hair at the same time dragging him down to me. In that position he remained sheathed inside me as I started to cum.

My pussy started to clench and unclench on his thickness, and I don't know if it was that, or my piercing orgasmic shrieks that triggered him off. I felt his warm cum gush into me and heard his muttered oaths of relief just as my second orgasm washed over me with wave after wave of sheer delight.

There's nothing in this world better for me than cumming with a cock in me, especially when he cums too. On second thoughts - two cocks in me are even better!

"Sorry, mate..." Colin apologized to Bill as he rolled off me.

"No problem..." Bill grunted as he mounted me between my raised legs.

Normally I prefer a spell of being stroked between fucks but on that wild day my pussy just wanted to be filled continuously. Bill's cock squelched into his friend's cum as he started a steady action.

With the intensity of my arousal lessened a little, I suddenly became aware of twigs and stones digging into my naked skin.

"Let me on top..." I whispered and tried to swing Bill over.

He was too strong for me but after a few more thrusts he relented and we rolled over. His cock slipped out and I pounced on him, pinning his shoulders to the ground as I swung my bare thighs across his surprisingly muscular torso. I eased into the cowgirl facing position breathing heavily.

It felt as if my pussy was dissolving. My cum juices, mingled with Colin's semen, were seeping from it and I could feel the slickness as I ground my shaved cunt lips on the taut abdomen beneath me. When his hands cupped the mounds of my ass I moaned, and leaning on his chest, I slid down until the landing strip on my mound was pressing hard into his black wiry pubic bush.

His hands moved and I raised my hips to let him guide his cock to my gushing slit. When the big head slipped in I sighed happily and bore down until I was filled with hard cock again. I started pumping rhythmically and shivered with delight when his fingers stoked my clit and anus.

I felt something touch my hair and I opened my eyes. Colin was standing astride Bill and offering his fat wet cock to my mouth as he jacked it. I was annoyed at having my concentration disturbed. I waved him away and shook my head, managing to gasp,

"No...not now..."

He backed away and I closed my eyes again. Hot waves of pleasure flooded through me from the hard cock fucking me and sweat was stinging my eyes as I rose and fell. I grabbed at my breasts, squeezing and pulling my nipples and as Bill continued to stroke me I felt yet another orgasm beginning to take shape.

Then my hair was tugged again. I opened my eyes to see Colin was there again, jerking-off his fat cock like mad.

"Open your mouth..." was all I heard as the first blast of cum hit me in the side of the face.

I could feel the first warm blob slide down my cheek. Somehow I managed to resist closing my eyes and watched his cum jetting out with each stroke as he jacked-off. He was leaning forwards trying to shoot onto my face, but the flow from his second orgasm was weak. He managed to land one dollop on a breast and the rest made a little trail down my stomach.

Instead of interrupting my approaching orgasm the arousing sight of his spurting cock actually gave me an additional sexual thrill. I closed my eyes and lovingly rubbed the cum into a nipple and over my stomach. Bill was perhaps feeling neglected by my having stopped fucking him, and to get my attention I felt a finger push deeply into my asshole as his other hand stroked my clit.

Instinctively I flexed my thighs and straightened up to escape the probing finger but stopped with just the head of his cock gripped by my pussy ring. Then, as my rectum adjusted and gripped his finger he rubbed it against the internal bulge of his cock and a powerful surge of pleasure raced through my belly.

With a gasp I gratefully lowered myself back down on the objects impaling my two holes. Bobbing up and down madly I grabbed at my breasts, squeezing and pulling my nipples. I must have presented quite a spectacle for Colin as I thrashed my head from side to side, moaning and groaning.

I continued bouncing my ass on Bill's hard thighs, driving his cock and finger into me over and over. This was like the perfect storm they talk about. I was being pleasured in both holes; my clit was being stroked and I was squeezing my swollen nipples. I wanted the ecstasy to last forever. Amazingly, it seemed as if it would because my third orgasm was having a struggle to get going; although it bubbled with promise deep in my groin.

My efforts helped Bill to beat me to the finish.

Even in the midst of my own wonderful sensations I was aware of his hard cock quivering and swelling inside me and his fingers stopped moving. Oh no I thought selfishly...let me cum first. But I felt his hot cum explode.

"Ohh fuck...let me cum...let me cum..." I yelled as I thrashed myself up and down on his erupting cock.

His limp hand had dropped away from my clit and I reached for it desperately. One touch of my finger was enough. The delayed but now unstoppable force of my climax began sweeping through me.

"Ohh fuck yes...ohh yeeees!" I screamed into the blue sky, probably scaring the life out of every bird in the near vicinity.

After I had shaken and bucked for ages, I fell forward to lie exhausted on Bill's chest. I felt him push his hand under me to gingerly ease out his cock.

"Jesus, Jill... I thought you were going to break the damn thing off..." he grunted.

" But that was one hell of a fuck," he added, playfully tousling my hair.

He glanced at his watch,

"Christ...look at the time...I'm going to be late for an appointment if we don't hurry. Sorry, Jill," he added as he eased my exhausted and finally satisfied body off him.

We all grabbed our clothes and dressed hurriedly. In my case that only entailed pulling on my blouse skirt and shoes and putting some tissues in my flooded pussy. As often happens after a fuck and everyone calms down, nothing was said as we hurried the short distance to where they were parked. As newly formed blisters stung my feet, and my ankle ached I was never so glad to see a car in my life.

While Bill drove he used his car phone to order a taxi for me. When we arrived at the spot he had named, the taxi was waiting and he insisted on giving me some money for the fare. There hadn't been much conversation during the journey and I wondered if the men had wives or girlfriends and didn't want to get involved in any relationship.

That suited me very well, for I felt the same way. As we drove, I had been absorbing the day's amazing events. I thought fondly of the wonderful sex I had enjoyed in that area with different men and wondered if I would ever do so again. I kissed the men on the cheek and got out of the car.

On a sudden impulse I bent to the open window and smiled at Bill,

"Do you jog at that place every Saturday?"

THE END