Into fifth, slipping the gear in as they built up speed on the slip road.

She had her hand on his belt, unbuckling it quickly and reaching further over to slide the zip down. The seatbelt was across his lap and she eased it loose, above the belt to help spread the jeans apart.

“Fuck baby!” Louise had delved inside the white cotton of his boxers and had his growing tool in a hand, squeezing very gently and feeling it swell in those slender fingers.

He had to change up, into sixth, and reached carefully over her bent over back, unable to resist a quick touch of the bra strap exposed beneath the tight white shirt on the way. Steve also had to keep his focus on the road; the traffic was light but the feelings around his groin were really distracting him now.

Louise teased the growing tube from the unfolded lap of his jeans and admired the purple shiny head, protruding from the foreskin, and glinting with the wetness of precum in the occasional reflected light on the highway.

Her boyfriend activated cruise control and eased back, savouring the feel her hand on his still expanding cock and checking traffic ahead and behind them.

Undoing her own belt Louise was able to shift and lean down into his crotch, licking naughtily at the tip whilst holding the tumescence erect with a hand firmly grasping the base. He twitched and groaned.

“Uh, shit, that’s good,” he offered, appreciative of the delicate action of her hand on the shaft and the wonderful tickle of tongue on the sensitive foreskin.

“Tastes good!” Louise had dragged her tongue across the peeking head of the erection, and a glistening trail of the precum had extended from it to her lips, collapsing quickly under the strain of the distance and falling onto her chin and down between the tits of her low-cut top.

He had to look and glanced momentarily at her, licking her lips in exaggerated enjoyment, just able to make out the ribbon of his excretion on her delicious, seventeen-year-old face and chest.

She had looked amazing when he picked her up, white shirt and short pleated grey dress; the school blazer had completed the tease – she was in the sixth form and didn’t need to wear uniform, but she knew the effect it had on him.

Despite the age gap between them, she was a far better fuck than any of his other girlfriends.

She engulfed his throbbing member in her hot young mouth, sucking him without hands, right down to the shaven base, and he thrilled at the feeling of her throat around the end, tongue rotating around the shaft with amazing dexterity.

“Baby that’s so good,” he encouraged her, still amazed that she was able to swirl her tongue around his length when he was right inside her. She knew how good she was, and meted out blowjobs with a delicious irregularity, surprising him – like now – with the gift of her fantastic mouth.

Bobbing up and down, she ran her thick and glossy lips over the ridge of his glans, again and again, each time sending shivers of erotic pleasure through him. Louise knew precisely where to concentrate, and though she hadn’t blown many men, she was sexually aware enough to know that no two were exactly alike. Fellating Steve she’d quickly worked out that it was his helmet that was the epicentre for his pleasure.

Drooling she opened her mouth very slightly and he felt the warmth of the spit cool rapidly and streak down his shaft while she lifted her face above his pole, then sank once more onto it, this time swallowing just the glans and keeping her lips tightly pursed in a circle of sex just beneath it.

The seventeen-year-old tongue looped and swirled around it, probing the opening at the top and exploring the gathering where the foreskin peeled off underneath the head.

He leant further back, horny at the brief sight of the dribbling saliva and feeling of her varied strokes on his dick.

Sucking just his head, then letting go, entrapped in her mouth and lips very slightly parted, she blew a cooling breath across his bulge and laughed with his reaction; hips bucking up from the soft leather seat; and taking the cock once more in her young mouth.

Again, no handed, she slid her face into his lap and upwards, tormenting him with the threat of stopping, before oozing the freckled face once more down and swallowing his inches into her throat.

Steve couldn’t help it and was thrusting now, hands over her head with a light touch on the steering wheel, checking the traffic around them, urgently trying to fuck her face and avoid her leaving his cock outside the wonderful warm embrace of her mouth. She recognised his nearness and looked up at him, catching his eye momentarily as he looked away from the road.

“I’ll swallow,” she breathed, his cock pulsing between the red lips.

Then she returned to the oral masturbation, taking it from the base – locking lips airtight around it and sliding upwards before opening wide again and returning to the base of the bulging veiny member and wiping her spittle lubed lips upwards once more.

Just a few strokes of this exquisite technique summoned a heavy ejaculation, struggling to keep attention on the road whilst humping up from the driver’s seat into her accepting mouth, just the head inside at the moment of climax, doe eyes looking up at her boyfriend with his jizz shooting hot and hard against the roof of her mouth.

She slurped off the tool and held her spunk coated tongue out, a pool of creamy whiteness amid a clearer liquid in the central fold of her muscle, before winking and pulling the tongue and contents back into her mouth and loudly, kinkily swallowing.

She sat up, kissed him with a salty reside on his mouth, and buckled in.

He was slightly dazed, forcing himself to concentrate on the road with his fading erection, wet with her spit and his cum, lolling into his lap.

“If you pull over, Steve, I’d love to fuck,” she suggested…

I pushed the pliant, yet rigid length inside her tight wetness. It slid in easily, lubricated with the juice of her arousal, my spit, and my own pussy where we had scissored so sensuously just prior.

She pulled back a little, the width of the dildo stretching her excited and swollen labia before easing inside the gripping tunnel of her sex, awash with the mixture of our lovemaking, before settling into an accepting rhythm and easing back towards me, legs spread wide and fingers holding her lips aside to assist the penetration.

Firmly, straddling a line between delicacy and force, I worked the dildo into her, enjoying the noises from her fanny and her mouth as she squirmed with the insertion. It was a seriously large device, and I knew from my own practice upon it, that it stretched my hole.

Jan now had the length firmly ensconced inside her, and I shuffled myself so that my legs entwined with hers, wide akimbo, and very gradually made my way down the bed opposite her, my ass approaching hers.

I took hold of the emerging length as I came within reach, and levered it upwards; forcing the portion inside Jan downwards towards the back of her vagina, so that the protruding half rose above my furry pudenda facing her shaven equivalent.

Very carefully I began to move it, aiming for my slick opening, like hers moistened with my own secretions and her spit and juice. She reached a hand down and gripped it outside her entrance, helping me to guide it by stabilising that end. This way I could twist my back, and manoeuvre my ass to align my welcoming pussy with the other half of the double ended dildo.

Wiping it over my sweaty, lightly hairy outer lips it parted them to reveal my already opened inner flaps, that I could feel with my other hand. Using that hand as a target I brought the bulbous end around to nestle just above and on the very edge of my opening.

I pushed the head of the dildo down, feeling it brush the hood and top of my hole before it reached the gaping opening and lodged just on the brink of penetration for a glorious moment.

Jan moved, not so much a shuffle of her ass, as a push with her pelvis and back, which nudged the length just enough to part my ring and slide effortlessly though hugely inside my muff.

I gasped with the sudden feeling of fullness and each minute movement Jan made I could feel reflected in a motion actually within my vagina; she would obviously be feeling exactly the same; the circumference of the thing meant that our holes were taut and clits exposed, drawn from their moist and protected hiding places under the sensitive folds of our labia. Any action, the merest tilt of the penetration, drew an amazing spark of sensation from my sex button.

One hand I left guiding the unequally divided length; Jan was fully impaled whereas I, though properly fucking it, only had about a quarter of it and was afraid a contraction of my cunt would expel it. With the other I reached down and we found each other, fingers entwining in an embrace between us that added some much-needed tenderness to the sexual exploration.

Starting slowly, we began to synchronise out bucking on the dildo, pushing and moving our hips in a gyratory, rhythmic dance between us that was causing both of us to feel not so much the thrust of penetration, but the stirring of having a wide spread pussy played with, the lips engorging with arousal, dripping wetness around the silicone inside us, and arousing our clits at the apex of each ring of flesh gripping the mutual length.

Jan was really close, clasping my fingers between hers tightly and grinding her pelvis in a frantic, circular motion that was bringing me close up behind her.

Releasing the shared pole, she rubbed the flat of her fingers over her hairless quim, and across her clit, panting heavier now with the sensory overload inside her hips.

I followed suit and felt the familiar stir of nerves buzzing within me, like my clit had a deep iceberg-esque root, drilling inside my tummy, and attaching to my womb.

We juddered, Jan first, me moments after, in a tumultuous, nearly painful bucking of hips and pussy that caused the plastic cock joining us together to writhe and squirm inside us, heightening the already intense climax to a kinky crescendo.

Still holding hands, so tight that my knuckles were white, we relaxed and lay with the dildo inside each of us, coated at each end by different consistencies of pussy lube and our asses kissing each other in a perverted embrace.

We had tasted each other, and fucked each other – at once – now I wanted to penetrate her and watch her cum on my fingers…

My name is Danny. This is a story where I experienced my wife being used by another man, against both of our will. Well, as you would eventually read, this statement is not fully accurate for her part.
I married a petite young brunette named Aida. At 5’7 and 110 pounds, with long flowing brown hair, busty 36c boobs and a size 34 ass, I believe I acquired myself an asset. Aida’s a soft country girl, being soft and demure, with such a sweet smile which have melted plenty of hearts, including mine.
The story begins when I took her for a weekend getaway, to escape the hustle and bustle of the big city we live in. We travelled to a small, quiet village, renting a cozy little antique house to settle in for a few days.
This little village is well known for its natural landscape. Civilization was intentionally developed at a very minimum level, where the most technologically advanced gadget you may find is only a colour television, and the few cars used by villagers and tourists alike.
The villagers themselves were a quiet bunch, and their favourite pastimes were either fishing in the lakes or chilling by an ancient small coffee shop
Me and Aida spent our first evening just walking around, enjoying the beautiful sights and just appreciating the quiet time we are granted together. I did not fail to notice that whistling sounds were heard when the locals set their eyes upon my beautiful wife, some staring with eyes wide open, amazed by her beauty.
I teased my wife, saying “perhaps some of them would like to try you out”, of which she just replied with a teasing smile. As we reached our rented house though, Aida whispered to me; “I think some of the men at the coffee shop earlier followed us here, honey”.
I quietly turned to look by the corner of my eye, and true enough, 3 of them were perched quite a distance away, with their sights firmly on us. They were in their late 30’s, burly and overweight, with an unkempt appearance among them.
“That’s all right honey, they probably just need some extra inspiration when they pleasure their wives tonight”, I said with a laugh.
Aida giggled and we both walked in, never giving the men any second thought.
Later that night, both of us took a short ride out of town for dinner. The long drive out took us a considerable time to return, and we arrived approximately at 11pm. The entire village was well and truly asleep by then.
As we walked in, I decided to chill by the television, while the wife went to the bedroom to get changed. Only moments after sitting down, I heard a muffled scream from the room and sounds of a loud struggle.
I rushed to the room, and was greeted by the sight of my wife being restrained by 3 figures dressed all in black, with balaclavas covering their faces.
One of them held Aida’s arms in his grip, while the other 2 swiftly proceeded to grab me. It all happened so fast, and I was unable to do anything to even have any semblance of defending ourselves.
I was made to sit on a wooden chair, as the intruders took out ropes to bind us with. Aida was positioned to sit on the bed in front of me, and I witnessed as if in slow motion, how her hands were pulled behind her back and bound tightly together. Her captor grabbed her pink cotton scarf by the bedside, and firmly gagged her with it.
Within moments, I was bound in the exact same way.
With us being tightly in bondage, 2 of the intruders actually made their way out of the room, to my surprise. The man left inside the room proceeded to strip naked, before taking a knife out to cut away the clothes that Aida was wearing.
My wife being naked in front of me, the big man walked to my side, whispering; “I’m going to borrow your wife for one night. I’m her husband now”
And with that, he climbed on the bed as my wife continued to struggle and “MMMPHHH” through her tight gag. She looked at me for help, yet I was not able to do anything.
The man was good, very good, lasting for nearly an hour inside of her. By then, I noticed the look on my wife’s face were no longer of fear and terror, but of immense pleasure.
Just before the intruder was about to reach his climax, he loosened the ropes binding Aida’s wrists and took off the scarf inside her mouth.
“I’m gonna spill my seed inside of you, you beautiful city cunt!”
Aida responded by hugging him tight, pushing his body close to hers, and giving him a wet kiss, more intense than any she had given me.
After he was done, they continued to kiss each other like how me and Aida did during our first night as husband and wife.
And the last thing I remember was the man asking her “Be my wife and I’d give you much more pleasure than this cuck ever could”
Aida nodded