Bisex Cuckold #14: a bit of fresh air
We'd hosted our first meeting with Ben as he'd been nervous, but Sam thought it would be fitting if we met outdoors next time, "so you can fuck like proper dirty little men”. We picked a spot where a giant haystack blocked the view from the road, and took a travel rug. Ben arrived by bicycle and, just wearing baggy shorts and a top, brought his bike round the back out of sight.
Sam had laid out the rug and stood, hands on shapely hips in a summer dress. "Well, boys? Let's see some gayness." Ben had sucked me to completion and fucked my wife the week before, but nevertheless we both stood awkwardly facing each other until I broke the ice by feeling him up through his shorts, then unzipped and felt the outline of his penis through his thin cycling boxers. He sighed and unbuttoned my trousers, running his hand over my exposed cock and touching my balls.
We both lay down, divesting each other of our lower clothing. I took Ben’s semi erect dick in my hand, gently rolled his foreskin back completely and teased his frenulum with my tongue. He was eager for cock, taking my half hard cock straight down to the base and soon getting me fully erect in his warm mouth. Sam giggled helpfully, and sat cross legged to watch, pulling her dress up so she could finger herself.
Ben and I lay next to each other, both moaning slightly as our mouths pleasured each other. 69 with a guy was up there in my favourites, and it had been a long time. As Ben’s tongue worked hungrily on my dick, I held out a hand to Sam for the lube she’d brought. She raised an eyebrow, pretending not to understand, but then got the tube from her little bag and squeezed some onto my outstretched hand. Still bobbing my lips up and down his cock, I gently slid my fingers between his cheeks and massaged his hole with one well lubed finger, feeling him clench round it at first. I eased a finger into his ass as he moaned. His hand replaced his mouth round my raging hard on, tugging me slowly as he got used to being penetrated.
I knelt and took the tube from Sam, ignoring her smirk and light hearted “are you going you make love to your boyfriend now?” Ben lay on his front, legs apart.
After lubing him, I just had the head of my cock inside him, easing as gently as I could, when a voice shouted “oi!” And he squeezed me so hard he pushed me out again. A middle aged guy in wellies, cords and shirt had appeared from the side of the haystack. I remembered the fork lift thing parked round there, it hadn’t occurred to us anyone would be coming for it.
Sam shot up and went over to him, all smiles and pretty face. “I hope you don’t mind? He won’t last long, he never does.” He seemed nonplussed, and rooted to the spot while Sam stood smiling up at him and ran her hand up his flies.
Ben and I looked at each other. He looked terrified, and my heart was thumping like crazy. But when I looked back, the chap was stammering about being married while Sam used both hands to unzip him and feel for his cock. “Me too! But I just do whatever I want.” She sank to her knees in front of what looked a decent sized schlong even in its state of mild arousal, lifted it in her hand and fed it half into her mouth. “Oh!” The guy said, and fell silent, staring at Sam’s head as she held his hips and bobbed back and forth.
“I think we’re ok”, I murmured to Ben. He relaxed, and to the background sound of Sam’s mouth squelching on a stranger’s cock, I entered Ben by an inch or two. He took a sharp breath, I pulled out a little, and with a few gentle but persistent thrusts, buried my cock inside him, my groin against his bum.
I was grinding against Ben’s ass as if it were a pussy, while between gasps he said “fuck me”, when Sam and her new conquest came over to the haystack beside us. He stared at us in wonder, but then only had eyes for Sam as she dropped her dress off her shoulders and lifted it to the waist. She wasn’t wearing underwear, and he fondled her pert little tits admiringly as she held him by the cock and rubbed her shaven lips softly back and fore on it’s head. Her eyebrows furrowed as she guided him into her.
For once, I didn’t have to wank or worse, do nothing while another man’s cock ploughed my wife in front of me. Ben’s ass was tight, he was writhing slightly under me, trying to reach up and touch my body, and he was begging me to fuck him. I held his shoulders, grinding my slick cock into him while I told him I was going to seed him. In front of us, farmer guy was holding Sam’s wrists behind her back with one hand, pulling her into him as he pounded her.his other hand was on her neck, pushing her against the haystack, her eyes closed while she pushed herself onto him, meeting his thrusts, and breathlessly moaning “yes, yes!”
My orgasm rushed on me, and mid thrust I began to cum inside Ben’s tight hole, making him more slick with each spurt. He gasped as he felt my rhythm change, and realised he was being inseminated. As my twitching subsided, he accidentally squeezed me out again. I laughed, and Ben rolled onto his back, smiling and kissing me on the mouth with a “sorry!” I let my tongue enter his mouth, and took his dick in my hand, slowly wanking him back to full erection.
The newcomer was buried in Sam up to the hilt, almost lifting her off her feet as he roughly seeded her, biting her neck and grunting like an animal. She gasped as he withdrew, staring into his face. He stood back, sorted himself out and swept all of us with his gaze. “You sickoes had better be gone in five minutes.” And then he stomped out of view, back to his forklift.
Sam came over to the rug and sat down next to us, laughing as she got her breath back. I was still stroking Ben’s erection. “What would you like, Ben?” I asked. “Mouth? Ass? Pussy?” “Oh, not me!” Exclaimed Sam. “Sorry Ben, I’m wiped out. John’s gagging for your cock anyway, why don’t you fuck him?” Ben laughed now. “I’m wiped out too. I’ll slip him a length next time. Blowy would be good, though!”
I lay between Ben’s legs and gave him what I hoped was a toe curling blow job, gagging on him, moaning and running my hands over his stomach. Sam frowned, brought her hand up from between her legs and gave Ben her fingers to lick clean of jizz and her own juices while he fondled her tits. Then she smiled at him, and stroked and kissed the top of his head while he sucked each nipple in turn. “Mmm, Ben!” She sighed, stroking his neck. Ben moaned with a mouthful of breast and his load suddenly erupted in my mouth, the same warm, pleasant taste it had had when I licked him clean the week before. Sam cried “ow!” Then laughed, as he apologised for biting her a bit too hard.
We sorted ourselves out and trotted out from behind the haystack like naughty kids, Farmer Giles (as Sam had nicknamed him) studiously ignoring us. Even when Sam waved, and trilled “byee, I’ll be fingering myself tonight, thinking about you. Mwah!”
Sam had laid out the rug and stood, hands on shapely hips in a summer dress. "Well, boys? Let's see some gayness." Ben had sucked me to completion and fucked my wife the week before, but nevertheless we both stood awkwardly facing each other until I broke the ice by feeling him up through his shorts, then unzipped and felt the outline of his penis through his thin cycling boxers. He sighed and unbuttoned my trousers, running his hand over my exposed cock and touching my balls.
We both lay down, divesting each other of our lower clothing. I took Ben’s semi erect dick in my hand, gently rolled his foreskin back completely and teased his frenulum with my tongue. He was eager for cock, taking my half hard cock straight down to the base and soon getting me fully erect in his warm mouth. Sam giggled helpfully, and sat cross legged to watch, pulling her dress up so she could finger herself.
Ben and I lay next to each other, both moaning slightly as our mouths pleasured each other. 69 with a guy was up there in my favourites, and it had been a long time. As Ben’s tongue worked hungrily on my dick, I held out a hand to Sam for the lube she’d brought. She raised an eyebrow, pretending not to understand, but then got the tube from her little bag and squeezed some onto my outstretched hand. Still bobbing my lips up and down his cock, I gently slid my fingers between his cheeks and massaged his hole with one well lubed finger, feeling him clench round it at first. I eased a finger into his ass as he moaned. His hand replaced his mouth round my raging hard on, tugging me slowly as he got used to being penetrated.
I knelt and took the tube from Sam, ignoring her smirk and light hearted “are you going you make love to your boyfriend now?” Ben lay on his front, legs apart.
After lubing him, I just had the head of my cock inside him, easing as gently as I could, when a voice shouted “oi!” And he squeezed me so hard he pushed me out again. A middle aged guy in wellies, cords and shirt had appeared from the side of the haystack. I remembered the fork lift thing parked round there, it hadn’t occurred to us anyone would be coming for it.
Sam shot up and went over to him, all smiles and pretty face. “I hope you don’t mind? He won’t last long, he never does.” He seemed nonplussed, and rooted to the spot while Sam stood smiling up at him and ran her hand up his flies.
Ben and I looked at each other. He looked terrified, and my heart was thumping like crazy. But when I looked back, the chap was stammering about being married while Sam used both hands to unzip him and feel for his cock. “Me too! But I just do whatever I want.” She sank to her knees in front of what looked a decent sized schlong even in its state of mild arousal, lifted it in her hand and fed it half into her mouth. “Oh!” The guy said, and fell silent, staring at Sam’s head as she held his hips and bobbed back and forth.
“I think we’re ok”, I murmured to Ben. He relaxed, and to the background sound of Sam’s mouth squelching on a stranger’s cock, I entered Ben by an inch or two. He took a sharp breath, I pulled out a little, and with a few gentle but persistent thrusts, buried my cock inside him, my groin against his bum.
I was grinding against Ben’s ass as if it were a pussy, while between gasps he said “fuck me”, when Sam and her new conquest came over to the haystack beside us. He stared at us in wonder, but then only had eyes for Sam as she dropped her dress off her shoulders and lifted it to the waist. She wasn’t wearing underwear, and he fondled her pert little tits admiringly as she held him by the cock and rubbed her shaven lips softly back and fore on it’s head. Her eyebrows furrowed as she guided him into her.
For once, I didn’t have to wank or worse, do nothing while another man’s cock ploughed my wife in front of me. Ben’s ass was tight, he was writhing slightly under me, trying to reach up and touch my body, and he was begging me to fuck him. I held his shoulders, grinding my slick cock into him while I told him I was going to seed him. In front of us, farmer guy was holding Sam’s wrists behind her back with one hand, pulling her into him as he pounded her.his other hand was on her neck, pushing her against the haystack, her eyes closed while she pushed herself onto him, meeting his thrusts, and breathlessly moaning “yes, yes!”
My orgasm rushed on me, and mid thrust I began to cum inside Ben’s tight hole, making him more slick with each spurt. He gasped as he felt my rhythm change, and realised he was being inseminated. As my twitching subsided, he accidentally squeezed me out again. I laughed, and Ben rolled onto his back, smiling and kissing me on the mouth with a “sorry!” I let my tongue enter his mouth, and took his dick in my hand, slowly wanking him back to full erection.
The newcomer was buried in Sam up to the hilt, almost lifting her off her feet as he roughly seeded her, biting her neck and grunting like an animal. She gasped as he withdrew, staring into his face. He stood back, sorted himself out and swept all of us with his gaze. “You sickoes had better be gone in five minutes.” And then he stomped out of view, back to his forklift.
Sam came over to the rug and sat down next to us, laughing as she got her breath back. I was still stroking Ben’s erection. “What would you like, Ben?” I asked. “Mouth? Ass? Pussy?” “Oh, not me!” Exclaimed Sam. “Sorry Ben, I’m wiped out. John’s gagging for your cock anyway, why don’t you fuck him?” Ben laughed now. “I’m wiped out too. I’ll slip him a length next time. Blowy would be good, though!”
I lay between Ben’s legs and gave him what I hoped was a toe curling blow job, gagging on him, moaning and running my hands over his stomach. Sam frowned, brought her hand up from between her legs and gave Ben her fingers to lick clean of jizz and her own juices while he fondled her tits. Then she smiled at him, and stroked and kissed the top of his head while he sucked each nipple in turn. “Mmm, Ben!” She sighed, stroking his neck. Ben moaned with a mouthful of breast and his load suddenly erupted in my mouth, the same warm, pleasant taste it had had when I licked him clean the week before. Sam cried “ow!” Then laughed, as he apologised for biting her a bit too hard.
We sorted ourselves out and trotted out from behind the haystack like naughty kids, Farmer Giles (as Sam had nicknamed him) studiously ignoring us. Even when Sam waved, and trilled “byee, I’ll be fingering myself tonight, thinking about you. Mwah!”
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