All Because Of A Rampant Rabbit free porn video

I suppose it all began over a Rampant Rabbit. I've
never really been much of a fan of sex aids though I
know lots of men like to see women using them and I've
occasionally been happy to use a variety of them even
the larger ones at the request of the man of the
particular moment if that's what gets him going.
However as a general rule I prefer the real article and
it was only because a couple of my female friends raved
about how good the RR was that I even heard about it.
Neither were either of these women as far as I knew
adventuress in their sex lives so I thought perhaps I
should check the rabbit out.

When I mentioned it to my husband Gary and suggested he
buy one for me, he said it would better to visit a
couple of places in Birmingham and pick one that I
liked. I knew without asking that what he was
suggesting was a trawl of the cities sex shops where I
would be probably the only real woman in shops full of
furtively leering men most of whom you would certainly
avoid if you passed them in the supermarket.

It amused him and turned him on to think all these
'unsuitable' types were checking out his wife.
Sometimes it amused me too, to humour his idiosyncratic
fantasies. I thought it kept our sex lives interesting
and stopped us getting bored with each other. Not that
we were conventionally monogamous, both of us had
enjoyed an extra marital flirtation here and there and
we even had an enjoyable threesome once with one of
Gary's squash partners, another man, after a rather
drunken dinner.

So we determined on the following Friday afternoon. It
was half term, the k**s were away on holiday and Gary
could meet me in the city as he finished work early. He
was clearly looking forward to this and the days before
were full of relentless veiled hints as to what to wear
etc.

Friday morning began sunny and warm, a portent of
summer. I decided to wear a navy polka dot dress that I
bought last year and hardly wore. It swirled nicely
around my knees, fitted snugly on my hips and had a
draw string lace at the bust that you could adjust to
bare your shoulders if the fancy took you. Underneath I
slipped on a delicate cream pair of french knickers, a
matching garter belt and champagne coloured stockings.
The garter belts a pain but Gary likes stockings and in
any case I find hold ups come down if I have to walk
far.

I decided on no bra. Despite two k**s my 36B breasts
stand up on their own and I like the way they move as
I walk in my high strappy white sandals. My dark hair
contrasted nicely I thought with my pale neck and
shoulders. Completing my outfit with a white handbag,
poppy red lipstick and a heavy application of my
favourite opium perfume I was ready for the train.

Leaving the car at the station I click clacked to the
ticket office then to the platform. The looks of a
group of young men on the platform reassured me that
at forty two my size ten figure was in good shape and I
could still turn heads. I smiled to myself happy that
my preparations were a success.

The train journey into town was uneventful. The sun
through the carriage window was warm on my body through
the thin fabric of my dress, as I absentmindedly
watched the back gardens and yards of factories flicker
by and I was able to eaves drop the conversation of the
few others in the carriage. My young admirers from the
platform were seated a row back from where I sat at the
window. I could just see a couple of them watching me
diagonally across the gangway.

Their overheard comments made me smile and feel quite
sexy, just the right mood for today. One of them
ventured, "I tell you she's wearing stockings and not
much else under that dress" and his mate replied "some
lucky sods going to be shagging her later on and
unfortunately it won't be any of us." As I left the
train at the jewellery quarter I blew them a kiss as it
rolled out again to Birmingham.

It was a short step to the pub where I was to
rendezvous with Gary. The quarter was busy with
lunchtime shoppers and workers making the most of the
sunshine in their break. I felt exhilarated with the
weather and the attention of the men on their way to
their lunch time pints, wondering if they discerned in
my demeanour the sense of delicious anticipation of
the slightly seedy adventure I was about to embark on.

Gary had managed to get a table in the crowded pub and
had already bought me a large red wine. He rose to kiss
me and I knew from his look that he approved of my
outfit. As we parted his hand slid down my behind
checking in a brief touch the flimsy knickers and the
button of the suspender. 'You look great,' he said and
took a sip of his Bacardi and coke.

We made small talk for a while, then after a second
large wine I asked, 'OK, what are we doing, and what
are the rules?' He responded 'Well I thought we'd visit
a few sex shops and buy you a new vibrator and maybe a
couple of videos.' Quietly I said, 'But we both know
that really you'd like to see me tease and turn on some
of those creepy guys you think will be there, wouldn't
you?' I slid my hand up his leg to his crotch.

His hard cock betrayed him. Uncomfortably he agreed,
but said he only wanted me to do it if I wanted to.
'Right' I said 'These are the rules! I'll go wherever
you want but If I say its time to go home, we go home.
If your not comfortable with anything you let me know
by a clear shake of the head and we'll quit whatever
and come home, no recriminations! OK!' With that I
downed the last dregs of my wine and said, 'ead on.'

Gary took my hand and led me through the quarter until
eventually a narrow street opened onto a run down but
major thoroughfare. Across the road was an Adult Shop
at least that's what it was called. Dodging the traffic
we entered the shop via a lobby bedecked with warnings
of offensive material and a bead curtain. Inside it was
I thought, not having been in such a place before,
surprisingly normal. A bit like a regular magazine
shop, just grubbier. Racks and racks of mags and videos
lined the walls of a long narrow room.

Disappointingly we seemed to be the only customers.
From behind us a voice asked if we needed any help.
Turning round we faced the counter behind which a
rather corpulent man sat. He was squeezed into a T
shirt through which his flesh protruded from a number
of holes. 'No thanks we're just looking' Gary answered
a bit to quickly, 'he's nervous,' I thought.

We browsed the shelves examining videos and magazines.
At the far end of the shop was a cabinet displaying an
array of vibrators and other sex toys and another with
various outfits. Approaching the counter I asked the
store owner if he could let me see the vibrators.
Easing his stomach round the counter he followed me
back to the cabinet and opened the glass door. He stood
there the top of his trousers concealed by his
overhanging gut. It occurred to me, 'he's not seen his
cock in a long time.' Looking straight at my cleavage
he leered, 'which one takes your fancy?' I pointed to a
large veined black one complete with testicles. Gary
had stood back affecting to check out a costume but I
could tell he was watching intently.

I noticed another equally fat man had now appeared
behind the counter. The man handed me the vibrator it
was about 9 or 10inches long and thick. 'How do you
switch it on 'I queried' holding the knob end and
offering the balls end to him. 'Batteries are extra' he
quipped. 'Well I'm not buying it if I don't know it
works.' I smiled. He shuffled off to get some
batteries.

Gary came over to me and kissed me putting his tongue
in my mouth, his cock was hard against my leg. The
store owner returned and as he handed the black
vibrator to me switched it on. It jerked in my hand
powerful and throbbing as he still held it by the
balls. 'Bet you fancy this up you?' he demanded with a
smirk. I took it from him and as it whirred put its
knob end against my left nipple, the vibrations
reverberated through me and my nipple showed hard
through the dress. As the man stood watching I pulled
down the shoulder of my dress exposing the breast I'd
begun teasing.

I resumed the treatment on the engorged nipple. The fat
man was transfixed and perspiring freely, his rank
odour permeating the air. Transferring the vibrators
attention to the other breast I pulled his head down to
the exposed nipple. He began to suck on me gently like
a baby. I felt his hand inching my dress up and
exploring my behind. 'Toss me off.' he pleaded in a
whining voice. 'Drop your trousers then' I whispered.

He straightened up and began to fumble with the belt
that was somewhere under his gut. Dropping to my
haunches I began to help him, tugging his scruffy jeans
down round his ankles. He wore no underpants and his
average size cock poked out from under his belly right
in front of my face. Looking up at Gary I paused
waiting for a signal. It was obvious he was turned on
but he had a sort of glazed look as if he didn't quite
believe what he was seeing. Taking hold of the pulsing
stiff prick in my hand I leaned forward almost touching
it with my lips. Then still holding it, I said 'you're
right the vibrator looks a better bet, but I think
we'll check out the prices somewhere else.'

Standing up suddenly I left the poor man standing with
his trousers down in the middle of his shop, as
grabbing Gary's hand I made for the door pulling up the
top of my dress as we went. His partner made no move as
we ducked through the bead curtain and exited into the
sunlit street.

I don't know if we thought we might be pursued but we
hurried over the litter strewn pavements away from the
shop, both of us laughing a bit hysterically. We turned
into a narrow side street. There were no shops just
entrances to warehouses many of them with piles of
rubbish waiting for the bin men. Gary pulled me into a
doorway and began to kiss me and had his hand up my
skirt and in my knickers. 'That was unbelievable' he
panted.

'You wanted me to suck him off didn't you,' I said.

'Yes,' he murmured between kisses, 'I wanted to see his
cock in your mouth and then you fucking him and his fat
mate, They're so fucking gruesome and you're so lovely
it really makes me hot.'

Squatting down I pulled his rigid prick from his
trousers and began to suck him off. In seconds he was
groaning he was about to come. As I jerked him to a
climax he shot his stuff all over my face and neck.
Taking his jism slicked cock back in my mouth I teased
the end of his still hard dick with my tongue. Suddenly
there was the sound of a car horn. Across the road less
than thirty feet away an Asian guy sat in a transit van
and must have watched our performance. He put his head
out of the window and shouted 'Hey gorgeous, you can
suck my cock any time, how much you want?' His accent
that curious mix of Brummie and Pakistani many Asians
have round here.

'He thinks your a prozie,' Gary said stuffing his
tackle into his trousers as fast as he could. Standing
up I wiped his spunk from my face with a tissue. 'Well
I could be, couldn't I.' I gave a questioning look at
my husband. He made no response. Leaving him leaning
weak kneed against the doorway, I crossed the road to
the van. Fishing out my lipstick I used the wing mirror
to reapply a layer to my smudged mouth.

The guy wound down the window again. I was shaking with
nervousness but so turned on. 'It's ten quid for a blow
job.' He motioned for me to get in the van. 'Not in the
van,' I said. Getting out he led me behind the van.
There was an alleyway between two buildings. I followed
him about ten yards in. 'Here do?' He produced two
fivers and offered them to me.

As I took the money he pulled me to him and kissed me.
This hadn't been part of the deal but I found myself
wrapping my tongue round his as his hands roamed over
my body. Sliding down his body, I thought this not so
bad, he had a bit of a belly, but his buttocks felt
taut. I pulled his track suit bottoms down past his
knees. From the join of his hairy brown legs, his cock
stood up long and thick and nearly as black as the
vibrator we saw earlier, the end circumcised, bulbous
and twitching, his balls a mass of jet black hair.
Stretching my jaw wide I lowered my mouth over it. He
sighed as I began to gently suck.

His hot prick filled my mouth and I lathered it up and
down with my tongue. I thought I'll be the best whore
you've ever had. He gripped my face with his hands and
pushed his dick in and out of my mouth. Then he paused
and asked breathlessly, 'How much for a shag?' Pulling
off his cock I responded, 'How much you got?' I still
slowly wanked him and slid my hand under his balls to
tease his arsehole with my finger. He shivered 'Only
about twenty quid.' 'That'll do' I whispered swallowing
his cock again.

He pulled me to my feet and foraging in his pockets
produced a tatty fiver and a handful of change which he
counted into my hand. It was bizarre but here I was in
a filthy alley, a 'respectable' mum with a well paid
job, about to fuck a stranger for a few quid. Dropping
the money into my bag I pulled my dress up. 'Nice
knickers,' he commented easing the flimsy material to
one side and pushing two large fingers into my cunt.

They slipped in easy I was so wet and as he reamed them
round inside of me I was instantly on the way to a
climax. He smelt of oil and sweat the way my dad used
to when he came home from the factory. Pulling my arms
out of the dress I. gave his mouth access to my
breasts. The nipples were as hard as bullets and it was
a genuine sigh of pleasure that came from me when he
began to tongue them. Drawing his fingers from my cunt
he lifted me bodily.

'Put your legs round me he instructed.' With one hand
under my arse he held me up while he opened up my cunt
and guided his cock in with the other. Leaning my naked
back against the cold metal wall of a building he
gently lowered me onto his cock until my groin met his.
Then he began to thrust in and out with urgency, his
swarthy face feasting on my breasts in turn.

It felt dirty and brilliant and I found I was making
little gasps with every stroke of his dick. Over his
shoulder I could see that Gary had followed us into the
alley and was observing with that detached glazed look
he'd had in the book shop. I began to feel the
beginning of the spasms which eventually lead to
orgasm. The guy fucking me must have sensed this too as
he began to pull my arse cheeks apart as he thrust into
me, pushing his fingers into my cunt alongside his cock
and probing my bum ring.

As my orgasm overwhelmed me he once again began to kiss
me and as I convulsed, my juices running round his
cock, I was sucking his tongue into me and could feel
my sphincter fluttering around his fingers. I was done,
but he was not. Putting me down, he left me shaking
against the wall. Pulling over some cardboard boxes
which lay near, he flattened them, then made me remove
my knickers which were soaked anyway and kneel with my
bum in the air.

It must have been an interesting spectacle as I waited
on my hands and knees, my dress round my waist in just
my stockings suspenders and high heels. He then began
to fuck me once again from behind alternatively leaning
over to fondle my tits or holding my buttocks and
pushing his thumb into my arse. Every stroke made me
squeal with the impact and delight, I wouldn't come
again yet but it was bliss. It was not long before he
grunted, 'I'm coming,' and shuddered the last few
strokes into me.

I contracted my cunt tightly round his dick as it spat
its spunk into me. He lay over me for a moment
breathing heavily. 'That was fucking good,' he mumbled
and I felt his cock slipping out of me. He wiped the
end of his dick on my bum and stood up.

I too gingerly stood up. Gary had gone. Amazingly my
stockings were intact, and I slipped back into the
dress, watching the guy pull up his track suit bottoms.
Picking up my knickers I put them in handbag. I could
feel his stuff leaking from me and running down my
inner thighs as I turned to walk away. 'That guy who
was watching, the one you gobbled in the street, is he
your pimp or something?' my first ever punter asked.

'Sort of,' I answered, not to sure where this was
leading.

'Well if you want to do some business and you don't
mind fucking Asians or blacks, I can get you plenty.
You're a nice piece of ass, but I am not paying any
pimp' He passed me a card with his name and phone
number. 'Thanks, maybe I'll be in touch' was all I
could say as he disappeared into the street.

Before I got to the end of the alley, Gary appeared.
'Nice show, I think you enjoyed it as much as he did
you dirty sod,' he laughed, 'But there's something here
you better deal with and it won't take much of your
time.' Looking down I saw his cock was already out and
erect. Turning round, I led him back to where he had
just watched me fuck the Asian bloke. Leaning with my
one arm against the wall I pulled my dress up revealing
my bum.

'No knickers, now that's my girl,' he said as he traced
his fingers between my legs, slipping inside my cunt
lips. 'He certainly shot plenty up you,' he gasped, as
he pushed his dick up to the hilt in my well lubricated
fanny. His hand came to my mouth and I realised it was
dripping a mixture of the previous guys jism and my own
juices. I took all of his fingers in my mouth and
licked them clean. This was to much for Gary who humped
me for about ten strokes and withdrew to shoot his
spunk on my buttocks. We both slumped back against the
wall. 'I think I could do with a drink' Gary said
quietly 'Good idea, lets go.'

When I checked my watch I was amazed that it was only
an hour and a half since we left the pub. We took a
taxi over to the Digbeth side of town and went into a
little pub just getting busy with Friday early
finishers. While Gary went to the bar I found the
ladies for a bit of repair work. My dress being the
sort of material that recovers well, looked ok., as did
my stockings, but I needed a bit of a clean up in the
active areas shall we say.

A few wet wipes later, a comb through the hair, and the
re application of the poppy lipstick and I was more
than ready for another couple of red wines and whatever
may come my way. As I found my way back to my husband I
wondered what his thoughts were now. I knew he was
turned on by events so far but would he want to
continue. I felt I was up for anything just now and
would be really disappointed if we went home. It wasn't
easy in the crowded pub to discuss the afternoon in
detail, but suffice to say it seemed my husband had
enjoyed the sight of me prostituting myself in the
alley.

In truth while the Asian man had by any standards given
me a good time I think it was the sordid situation
which had really got me going and which now I wanted to
explore further. I suggested perhaps we should return
to the bookshop where we had started the afternoon.
The idea of giving myself to the two flabby unkempt
storekeepers now seemed repulsively appealing as I
imagined them exacting their revenge for my earlier
teasing.

Gary liked the idea but thought things might not work
out as we imagine and it would be better to leave
things to chance, after all so far he said 'I've no
complaints.' He did suggest that it would be more
interesting if it appeared that I was alone to anyone
we may encounter, their reactions would he said not be
constrained by concern about a husband.. I was happy
with that as long as he stayed in close proximity. We
agreed to visit another sex shop which he said was just
round the corner from the pub. He left first so that he
could be there when I entered the shop alone.

The shop was less than two hundred yards from the pub.
It looked even more tatty than the earlier one we
visited, with boarded up windows and a shabby name
board proclaiming 'Adult book exchange.' Once through
the obligatory bead curtain however the scene was much
the same shelves and racks of mags and videos
everywhere. Unlike the other shop this did not stretch
back in one long room but comprised of several small
adjoining rooms seemingly devoted to differing sexual
appetites. A section devoted to gays, the same for
lesbians bondage freaks and so on. As I entered the
main lobby of the shop a buzzer sounded to warn the
counter staff a customer had come in.

There were quite a few men this time and they all
briefly looked up from their perusals to check the
latest entrant. If they were surprised to see a woman
it didn't show and the man at the counter just nodded
to acknowledge he had seen me as he would to any other
customer. I couldn't see Gary, he was probably in one
of the smaller rooms away from my line of sight.

Moving around the store picking up videos and mags I
became aware that a lot of the men were uncomfortable
if I stood near them, and didn't want me to see what
they were thinking of buying. If I stayed by them they
would move away. Strange, in a place full of images of
good looking women with their every orifice stuffed
with cocks or other objects that men should be still
embarrassed by the presence of a real women.

Catching a glimpse of Gary in the far room I approached
the counter and asked to see the vibrators. Unlike the
previous experience this transaction was almost
clinical, not what I wanted at all. The assistant
showed me a number including the one we had tried
before. I decided to buy it. It cost me more than I'd
charged the Asian guy for a shag.

Since entering the shop not one man had spoken to me or
even looked me in the eye, but as I carried my purchase
from the counter a short stocky black man touched my
arm and said. 'If its black dick you want?' pointing at
my parcel ' I've got the real deal and the biggest in
Brum.' He laughed and turned back to the video he was
looking at. I smiled a coy smile back, 'I'll keep it in
mind you never know your luck.' Returning to a room at
the far end of the shop I discovered rails of costumes.
PVC, nurse's outfits and the like.

A couple of men were examining them and I too began to
flick through the display. Selecting a white PVC dress
I looked around for a changing room. There was a door
with yet another beaded curtain marked 'staff only' but
other wise nothing. Enquiring at the counter I was told
they didn't have a changing room as mostly the items
were purchased by men for their partners, but that if I
wished I could use the room behind the curtain.
Checking it out it was no more than a broom cupboard
with full of junk. Luckily there was an old stool which
I could put my dress on.

The little room was now occupied by three or four men
supposedly surveying the clothing but who I suspect had
heard my request to try on the clothes. A tall, paunchy
chap in a faded suit stood near the curtained doorway.
His florid face and pudding basin haircut would have
made him a good Friar Tuck. 'Excuse me' I asked ' I
want to try this dress on. Would you mind making sure
no one comes through here for a minute' 'No problem' he
answered smiling.

Slipping through the curtain I moved a few items to
give me enough space then began to take my dress off. I
could see clearly into the room and was sure the
curtain offered little obstruction the other way. The
PVC number was to big. I took it off and tapped the
shoulder of my 'security' man through the curtain. Like
a gent, he had had his back to me. Handing him the
dress I asked if he could find me the next size down.

Clearly taking in my complete nakedness apart from
stockings and suspenders, he was all enthusiasm and in
seconds passed back the required size. This time he
remained facing the doorway watching me struggle into
the dress. I emerged from the cupboard, the dress
clung tightly barely reaching my stocking tops. I was
unable to pull up the zip so demanded another favour
from the man, who happily obliged. 'What do you think?
Do you think it will get my husband going? He said it
turned him on so he thought it would. Then he
suggested he find me something to try on as an
alternative.

While I was waiting I took off the PVC outfit and stood
in the cupboard. There was a steady passage of men
across the entrance all pausing to take a peek. One
cheeky sod even pretended to walk in, opening the bead
strands to have a proper look, then saying sorry. My
man returned handing me an outfit which seemed more
straps and buckles than material.

'Try this,' he gasped. 'I've only ever seen it on women
in bondage mags but never in the flesh' He seemed
really excited and to be fair I was getting a bit that
way, so I agreed.

It quickly became clear that it was impossible to put
on without help. 'You'll have to fasten these straps
for me,' I whispered though the curtain. The outfit was
black PVC and leather.

At the front two holes were cut out through which my
breasts protruded then it continued shaped up under the
neck and finished with a mask over the face with an
only hole giving access to the mouth. The lower half
was a sort of hot pants affair with strategic holes for
cunt or arse. All this was held together with straps
and buckles down the back and the final touch was a dog
lead from the collar round the neck. He stood behind me
in the doorway feverishly fastening buckles and
muttering about how sexy I was and how he'd like to
fill my mouth with spunk and fuck my arsenic felt a tug
on the lead and followed my man into the shop.

I sensed there were now quite a few men in that small
room, as was Gary I learned later. My self appointed
master began to pull me around the room between the
lines of muttering incredulous men. He enjoined them to
touch me to feel how beautiful I was, and they did.
Twice he stopped and made me bend over so they could
see how my cunt pushed trough the PVC holes. Their
hands were everywhere, in my mouth, fondling my
breasts, and probing my cunt and bottom. Then he said,
'Ok gents shows over,' and he led me back to the
cubicle.

'Did you enjoy that?' he asked.

I said I had even though I was a little scared being
blindfolded.

'Will you suck my cock?'

Kneeling down I found his engorged member already in
front of my face. It was short and fat and I had to
open my mouth wide. His trousers had a faint whiff of
stale piss or maybe spunk. Maybe it was wearing the
mask but every thing sounded and smelt more acutely. He
held my head firmly and rapidly slid his cock in and
out of my face and erupted in my mouth without warning.
I swallowed the vaguely acrid spunk. Just at this
moment the storeowner pulled back the curtain. 'This is
not a fucking knocking shop, so you two can pay for
the outfit and fuck off,' he bellowed, and returned to
the counter.

My partner in the show, for apparently it was the
cluster of men round the doorway watching which had
drawn the storeman's attention, began to unfasten the
buckles. Pausing at my crotch he slid two fingers into
my vagina I gave an involuntary shudder. 'You're not
ready yet to quit playing games are you?' he
whispered.' Would you like me to organise you a little
more fun' as I replaced my dress I asked him what he
had in mind.

Secretly, I didn't want to be whisked away someplace
Gary couldn't follow and keep an eye on me, both for
his benefit and my security. As we went to the counter
he told me of an adult cinema close by where perhaps we
might have fun. Gary stood looking at a book near the
counter and mouthed 'Are you ok?' I nodded and
signalled he should follow us.

We walked my new accomplice and I through the almost
deserted industrial backstreets. He was not the most
prepossessing of companions but clearly confident. As I
said before he was a bit over weight enough to make his
shirt work out and he walked with a curious rolling
waddle both feet splayed. Even so I had to trip
alongside of him sprightly to keep up. It was still
sunny but in the shadows of the buildings it began to
feel a little cool. Arriving in a street bordered by an
elevated railway line, David, that's what he said he
was called, announced 'Here we are.' In the archway of
the railbridge was the entrance to the cinema.

He paid the admission as he had in fact paid for the
costume though I had not said I would ever wear it
again for him or anyone else. Guiding me into the
cinema he selected seats on the end of a row about
halfway down. It was very dark and difficult to see if
there were any other people there. On the screen a very
attractive blond was sucking enthusiastically on a big
black cock while an equally endowed white man was
shoving his cock up her arse. David lost no time in
getting going.

He began to kiss me declaring he could taste his spunk
on my mouth. Pulling up my dress he eased it up and
over my shoulders, dr****g it over the seat in front of
him. I was sitting naked in the cinema. Looking round
as my eyes became accustomed to the light, I could see
there were a few people in and all men as far as I
could make out.

My companion began kiss my breasts and to stroke my
cunt making me put my feet up and wide on the back of
the seats in front. Someone made their way from the
other end of the row and sat down next to me. It looked
like the black guy I had spoken to earlier in the shop
but I wasn't sure. Sliding out of his seat he dropped
under my legs and pushing David's hand away began to
lick me out.

Whether it was because I was as horny as a stoat
because of the intense activity I don't know but I
began to come almost immediately in buckets, spraying
the shirt of the guy who's tongue was doing such a good
job. Meanwhile David had stood up dropped his trousers
and was again feeding his dick into my mouth. From
behind me another set of hands were caressing my
breasts and tweaking my nipples. The cock in my mouth
began to spurt and David pulled it out to splatter my
face.

My hands were on the bald head of the guy between my
legs as he continued to tease the walls of my fanny.
Lifting his head he told me to kneel up on the seat. It
was the black guy from the shop. I did as he said and
reached round to encounter a very big dick. Guiding to
my hole I released him and despite its obvious length
and girth it slid in up to his balls easily. As he
began to pound my cunt I held onto the seat.

The young man behind who had been massaging my breasts
offered his cock to my mouth. I sucked on it like a
school k** with a lolly. He shot his load into my mouth
in what seemed like seconds, whereupon the guy sitting
two seats up shuffled over and filled my empty mouth
with his dick. The sensation in my cunt began to build
again and as guy pulled out of my mouth to jet his
stuff all over my face I began to orgasm again. My
black lover too reached his climax and held me tight as
his cock pulsated its white cream inside me.

For a few moments no one moved and I realised David was
missing. Then suddenly he reappeared. The black guy
pulled his long now softening dick from me and David
resumed massaging my cunt and bottom. I realised he was
spreading some cream on and in me as he began to push
his fingers into my arse as well as my cunt. Another
black guy was now sitting in front of my face pulling
on a very respectable cock. Reaching out I pulled his
dick to my lips and once again began to suck off a
stranger's penis.

Without warning David's penis entered my cunt. It slid
up and down a couple of times wallowing in the sperm of
the previous donor. Then he pulled out and placed at my
anus. As he pushed I pushed back opening my ring as
though about to shit. Abruptly it slid in and he
started to fuck my arse properly. The black guy I was
sucking had been joined by a friend so I was now
sucking them in turn. David began to shout that he was
going to come up my bum.

I shouted not to stop as I was about to climax as well.
The two guys facing me began to jerk their cocks in
rhythm with my movements and ejaculated almost
simultaneously over my face neck and breasts. He shot
his load up my arse and pulled out. I turned shouting
'someone finished me off, somebody fuck my arse.'

Some white guy already had his cock out and was quickly
in me. He held me gently while he pounded in and out
for the few seconds it took. He lowered me down as I
collapsed into the seat. As I lay there stupefied, a
guy came up parted my legs got his dick into me and
fucked away to a climax, while he did so two others
jerked off and added their jism to that I was already
spattered with. I hadn't the energy to encourage him
or complain.

I was vaguely aware of someone putting my dress back on
and kissing me in a familiar gentle way. It was of
course Gary. He too was sated and according to him had
had the pleasure of me during this episode. We
exchanged a couple of phone numbers said goodbye to
David and the huge black guy and left to find a taxi
home. We have plenty of memories now to fuel our sex
life for some time to come, but I wonder if having
tasted and enjoyed the seedy side of sex we will be
able to keep away from it.

END