Swingers stories and erotic fantasies

I was lying spreadeagled across the back seat of Bill's car with my dress completely open from neck to hem. I may as well not have had it on. For that matter, the few small threads of elastic still clinging to my thighs that had once been my lovely lacy panties may as well not have been on me either. Terry had just ripped a large opening in them and was working me into a frenzy with his tongue and fingers while Bill sucked and grappled with my tits. With the interior light on, we were completely exposed but with need racing through my body, I didn't really care. I just wanted what Bill and Terry could give me. "My little slut loves it when we play with her, doesn’t she?” urged Bill. I could barely speak but somehow I managed to croak my agreement. He knew bloody well I was hot for it.

I felt the beginnings of another orgasm and raised my hips off the seat, only to have Terry push me back down onto the leather again. "You move when I tell you to move," he ordered. He somehow didn't seem as caring as Bill and hearing his gruff tone might have shocked me into my senses if I hadn't been so worked up and needy. But as it was, now I only wanted the release I knew was mine if he would continue stroking my saturated slit with his tongue and scraping my aching clit with his thumb so I did as he'd instructed. Soon instinct made me tighten my grip around his greying head with my legs. I was so, so close. Then, just as I thought I might get what I was straining for, he pulled back and I almost cried. Frustration swarmed through my veins. I wanted to come. I NEEDED to. I knew I was panting loudly but I couldn't seem to slow down my breathing.

Bill pushed me further down along the seat, at the same time unzipping his trousers. "What do you say?" he asked. "What do Bill and Terry need to hear our little slut say?" "Please," I begged them, "Please let me come, I want more." Then Bill said, "But we've been doing so much for you, haven't we. We think it's time you did something for us." "Yes Bill," I nodded, "I want to." By giving them what they wanted, I could get what I wanted out of it, too. Bill indicated for me to turn over into a kneeling position along the seat with my head almost out the door facing him, which I did. As he stood at the door with his thick cock at the ready in front of my face, I noticed there was another guy outside, standing behind him, half in shadow. Shit, I thought, but Bill didn't give me time enough to think any further than that. He shoved his dick into my throat so far that I almost gagged. When he slowly withdrew it again, he started moving at a steady pace, and I took him into my hungry mouth eagerly. Terry, meanwhile, was at my back and had started playing with my wet fanny juices again. Heaven. This was what I craved. "This is what you want, isn't it bitch!" he was saying. With my mouth full, I could only murmer.

Then I felt Terry's dick nudging at my pussy's entrance. It didn't seem as big as Bill's thick prong in my gob but it was hard and ready, and with the volume of slick, sloppy juice oozing out of my fanny, he started easily ramming into me with ease. At 18, I NEVER would've imagined enjoying the attentions of one guy in his 60s, let alone two! Bill started urging me on then, which sent shivers down my body and made more of my juices gush over Terry's pounding knob. "Come on," he was saying, "Suck me harder. That's what I like. Fuckin' give it to me."

I was groaning almost as loudly as Terry and Bill now, but I could also hear other voices outside the car and became aware there were other watchers were out there in the dark. I just didn't know how many. Who'd have thought that this time yesterday I'd only ever been between the sheets (literally, in a bed) with one guy and now, here I was being spit roasted in a car park somewhere with shit knows how many people wanking to the view in front of them?

I soon felt that familiar pressure building up in my cunt again. I knew when I came I would come hard again. It was difficult to concentrate on what I was doing to Bill's cock in my mouth with Terry slamming hard into my pussy but with every bang from behind, Bill's dick went further down my throat. Pretty soon I knew I was done. I was going to come before both of them even got started. I stopped moving, tensed, waiting for the wave to hit me and then WHAM! I let out an almighty scream and started pulsating around Terry's cock. It didn't stop him pounding into me though, and by the way he was suddenly building up speed and force, I knew my orgasm must've excited him into getting pretty close, too. I just wanted to collapse onto the seat in a jerking heap, but Bill yanked me up by the hair and kept shoving his rock hard dick into my throat.

Then Terry exploded inside me to the sounds of "Fu-u-u-ck!" Bill let go of my hair, pulled out of my mouth and disappeared from in front of me. I looked up at his sudden departure and saw three blokes wanking just outside the car. I was suddenly really embarrassed so I cradled my head in my arms on the seat in front of me so I didn't have to see their faces. My arse was still up in the air as Terry pulled out but the respite didn't last long as Bill took up the position Terry had just vacated, sliding his throbbing cock straight into my wet hole. Bent over the seat with Bill taking me from behind now, Terry came round the outside of the car and sat in front of me, my head resting on his wilting member. "Suck me clean," he demanded. As soon as I started he snapped, "Not so hard, bitch. Lick me like an icecream."

Bill started pumping into me harder from behind and before I knew it I started cumming again as he played with my tender tits. I let out a tiny growl and held my breath as the waves rolled over me again, making me jerk and shudder. I raised my head to take a deeper breath but Terry forced my head back onto his flaccid cock. "I didn't tell you to stop sucking," he growled. This time when I looked up there were different faces at the open door and Terry was grinning smugly at the guys outside. Bill came hard and fast inside me and then collapsed across my back, forcing my arse down flat against the seat. After a moment or two he sighed, "You like being our little play thing, don't you." Sandwiched comfortably in between my two old men, how could I say no? We all looked at each other and laughed.

I was going to enjoy everything Bill and Terry were willing to share with me but at the same time, I also had a sneaking suspicion that their 'friendly persuasion' had the potential to lead into a sub-dom type of relationship. Or was it the dogging aspect that turned them and me on? Is any of it what I really wanted? I could only wait to see how things progressed after this night. And progress, they did.

Perhaps I should've broken Part 2 into Parts 2 & 3...oh dear, I've probably gone on way too long for you. Sorry.