One afternoon about a week ago my husband, Frank, and I went for a ride on his Harley. It was summer, so I was wearing my neon-yellow thong, with a T-shirt that just covered my 36Cs, but was cut short to expose my pierced belly button and rose tattoo.
We rode to the lake, about 25 miles away. Some of our friends were already there, partying. We joined them, and we all got pretty drunk. When it got dark we decided to adjourn to Kirk’s trailer, about 10 miles away. I rode in the pickup with Kirk and the others, since by then Frank was a little too drunk to keep the bike steady with two people on it.
There were three guys in the truck, along with me, and it was so crowded that I had to sit on Kirk’s lap. Since my thong was already riding up into my ass, it was like I was sitting on him naked. I could feel his bulge, and I was starting to get worked up, especially with all the guys telling me how hot I looked.
Ellis, who was sitting by the passenger door, was waving his beer can around, and then he spilled it, as if accidentally, down the front of my shirt. My hard nipples stood out like bullets. Then, in the darkness, I felt a hand slide into my thong and a finger penetrate my wet pussy. I wasn’t sure who it was. I was sitting on Kirk’s lap, between Ellis and Sam, who was driving, and it could have been any of them. I really didn’t care, it felt so good, and I started squirming on Kirk’s lap.
We got to the trailer just as I moaned in climax, much to their delight, I was sure. We went inside and had some more beer. When Frank, who had been following us carefully on his bike, got there and saw my beer-soaked top, he just smiled at me. As soon as he could he got me into a corner and started kissing me, putting his hands under my top as our friends watched. He pulled my top up to reveal my tits, and then, as the others cheered, he pulled it off.
Somebody had put on some music, and I began swaying to it. Then I hooked my thumbs into my thong and pulled it down real slow, giggling as I stood naked before them. Frank was so proud of my body that he sat me up on a counter and spread my legs so they could see my pink shaven pussy.
I reached for my beer and finished it. Kirk went to get me another, no doubt wanting to keep me drunk, but discovered that he was out. My crazy husband then volunteered to make a beer run, knowing full well that it would take him at least an hour to go to town and return.
The second he was out the door, the three guys were all over me. I was as horny as they were, and I didn’t make any protest when they took me into the living room and laid me on the coffee table.
They took turns fingering and licking my pussy, while also taking turns shoving their hard dicks down my throat. It wasn’t long before one of them began fucking me. When he shot in me, another replaced him, until all three of them had come in my pussy.
Not long after that Frank returned with the beer. Although I was dressed again by then, he smiled at me, knowing what I’d been up to.
It was around midnight when we left. In front of our place Frank told me to go on in, that he would put the bike away and join me shortly. As I went in I noticed a light on in the bedroom. Looking in, I was surprised to see a guy lying in our bed. His name was Roy, and I didn’t know him very well, but I knew he was rumored to have an enormous cock. He smiled at me and told me my husband had invited him over.
Crazy Frank must have called him during the beer run, I thought. I could see an enormous lump under the sheet, and I knew it was his cock. I tugged the sheet away to see his huge tool, which was very hard and reaching for the ceiling. He asked me if I thought I could handle it, and I replied that I’d sure try.
I stripped and joined him on the bed, and instantly began sucking it. Soon my jaw ached and I had to stop. He rolled me onto my back, and then went down on me to get me good and wet before he climbed on top of me.
Although it was hard going and a very slow, cautious penetration, I was so excited that I came before he was totally inside me. Then, after letting me rest a bit and adjust to being stretched so wide, he began pounding into me. I came twice more before I felt him jerk inside me and fill me with his warm come.
We rested again, and then he rolled me onto my stomach and did me from behind. Roy wound up spending the night, and we slept in between fucks. In the morning I was so stretched and full of come that it didn’t faze me a bit when he fucked me as hard as he could.
When we were done I finally realized that Frank had never come in that night. I limped to the kitchen to make breakfast, with come running down my legs from my swollen snatch. As I was reaching for something in the cupboard I felt a hand on my ass. It was Roy. He got my legs apart, then entered my pussy from behind and fucked me standing up in the kitchen.
After we ate he asked me to give him a ride to work. I did so, slipping on a long T-shirt for the journey. Along the way he told me I was the only woman who’d ever taken his entire cock. He asked if we could do it again sometime, and I told him absolutely.
When we got to his job site, three of his fellow construction workers came over to the car. My shirt had ridden up to reveal my swollen, come-filled cunt, and these guys couldn’t take their eyes off me. I even parted my legs a little to give them a better view. I was really enjoying the game. When one of them asked who I was, Roy casually said that I was the first woman who ever took his entire tool. They couldn’t believe it, but I told them it was true. I then parted my legs as wide as I could and lifted my shirt to give them a full view of what they’d already had glimpses of.
All three of them crowded around for a good look, and one of them asked if he could touch it. I laughed and said, “Yes, but be careful, I’m still tender.” He leaned in and stuck a finger right into my cunt as everyone watched intently. He sloshed it around inside me and brought it out to show the come it had collected—Roy’s come, as well as some left over from the past 14 hours.
This was turning me on all over again. One of the guys said, “I bet she’s pretty loose, too.”
“Well, she didn’t start out loose when I met her,” Roy said, and they all laughed. Then Roy said, “Hey, baby, why don’t you climb in back and let them see for themselves.” And in less than 30 seconds I was in the backseat of my car as three horny construction workers climbed in with me, one at a time, and took turns fucking my well-used cunt.
Just as the last guy was finishing, another guy showed up. He wanted some, too, but when he got in with me and saw my messy pussy, he said he wanted something different. I knew exactly what he meant, and I turned over onto my hands and knees as he got behind me. The others started to yell and cheer as he began to enter my ass. He was big, although not as big as Roy, and it took him a while, but he finally got into me and started fucking me, gradually picking up the pace while I vigorously rubbed my clit, until we both came, with him shooting deep into my spasming ass.
After that I told them I had to go. When I got home, my hubby was finally there, and I eagerly told him every detail of what had happened. After he finished fucking me he asked me if I’d like him to invite Roy over again sometime, and I said how about this Friday.
—E.D., Little Rock, Arkansas