Written by geeandjay

Fact
17 Dec 2011


I thought you might like to hear about what Jill and I did a couple of years ago. There used to be some public toilets by Baitings Dam, near the M62. They were well hidden, just off the main road, so weren’t used by the general public, and they became a popular spot for one reason or another!

The toilets were quite close to a local dogging spot, and I used to go there with my wife, usually on a Sunday night, and we would put on a bit of a show. Jill would normally wear a long coat under which she had a black basque and stockings. Oh, and obviously black high heels. When we spotted a likely voyeur, she would lean over towards me and start sucking me off. The guy would then walk over, and seeing we were carrying on, would stand by the car window. Then I would start fingering Jill, letting her coat fall open to expose her stocking tops. At this stage he would have his cock out and be wanking. It would often be a bit frustrating, because every time a car pulled into the car park our watcher would have to move quickly away. However, we always kept the car doors locked and the guys only watched and usually had a wank. Well, until we discovered the toilets and George. We called him that, though we never knew his real name.

For a few weeks it had been a bit quiet at the normal car park so we had started to park near to the toilets, as it turned me on to be having sex with my wife – Jill – with all the furtive carryings-on so near to us. It also increased the number of our potential voyeurs! Well, gradually, we became aware of a regular at the toilets (George). Now we had seen George a few times before. What made him memorable was that he had very long hair but also a very long cock. He also liked to show off and his speciality was to stand in the doorway of the toilets and wank his very long cock. At first we had thought he was a dogger, but one night he put on a show with another bloke and he sucked the other chap off, just inside the toilet doorway. We had been parked right opposite and could see as his friend spunked up onto the steps.

This particular Sunday we had spent a good half hour entertaining quite a young lad, who Jill said was good looking, and we had got to the stage where Jill had wound her window down a bit and the lad was talking to us. Jill put on a good show and was using a vibrator on herself. The lad kept saying how he loved Jill’s tits and he really wanted to fuck her. He had his pants down and was wanking furiously. She pulled the vibrator out and poked the tip through the open window. It was covered in her cum juice. The lad bent forward and licked the end of the vibrator and with a loud groan came all over the passenger window with what seemed like an endless stream of cum. He disappeared into his car, and I told Jill I needed to fuck her. It was quiet now, there had been no cars for about half an hour, and after I had cleaned the spunk off the window, we pushed the car seat back and I lifted her legs up. I got down between her on the car floor and, pulling the thin material of her pants to one side, started to lick her out.

"Jim, there’s a car coming," she said. "Oh it's OK it's only big George," she added. The car pulled up and I heard the door open and close.

"He's walking up to us. Don't stop," she said, pushing my head down.

I glanced up and George proceeded to unzip himself and pull out his rapidly hardening cock. Close up it was amazing. Jill gasped, and I started to finger her as he slowly started to wank. Suddenly more headlights appeared.

"There’s another car, "said Jill.

"It's ok guys. Don't panic. I'm expecting these two."

The car stopped and two blokes got out and went into the toilet. They both looked to be fairly old.

George leaned in the open window, "Why don't you both come and watch?"

Jill was really sexed up by now and didn’t need much persuading. We got out of the car and followed them into the public toilets. There were no lights in the toilet and the only light came from a nearby street lamp. As Jill followed me in, her high heels clattered on the tiling and echoed loudly. It was fairly small place with a urinal on the left near the window, which hadn’t got any glass in. Then there was a washbasin and then two cubicles. It was smelly and damp. Against the far wall, by the furthest cubicle, stood George, his long cock clearly visible in the gloom. He walked over, past us, to stand near the urinals, which were slightly raised from the floor. He was wanking slowly.

"I don't suppose your wife's been in a gent's toilet before?" he asked. "Come on, come and stand by me. It's ok."

Jill stepped up onto the tiling, just a few feet from him. I followed her and took off her coat and placed it over the hand basin. She was now standing facing the white porcelain and looked so sexy in her basque and stockings. The heels thrust her whole body forward and as I put my hand between her legs and started to finger her from behind, she fell forward and had to put her arms out against the window ledge.

Jill’s lacy pants were very wet by now, and as I rubbed the tight material, she was staring down to the right at George’s cock. When he pulled the foreskin forward the end was nearly touching the white porcelain.

"God, it’s enormous," she whispered.

We carried on like this for some time, until I heard a cubicle door opening, and the two older guys came out and stood behind us. They were quite similar (we found out later they were brothers), small and balding, and wearing old fashioned clothes. They both had their cocks out, but they were quite stubby. One had really big balls. They smelled as if they needed a good wash. When they had seen Jill they had started to make some really filthy remarks, but George had told them to be quiet.

He turned around to face them and they both knelt down and started to suck George’s cock and balls. Jill was fascinated by this and urged me to fuck her. I entered her from behind as she was braced against the window and started to fuck her slowly, my cock pressing against the stretched string of her tight pants. One of the old blokes, Andy, now came round to the stall. He produced a well-used tube of KY jelly from his pocket and smeared it on his fingers and proceeded to finger George’s arse. Jill was really into it now and started moaning and shouting. Andy took his finger out and replaced it with his short, but quite fat, knob end. He pushed in with a steady rhythm, keeping in time with his cock-sucking friend - Pete. He then put his right hand out to touch Jill’s stockinged leg. He stroked higher and then pushed two fingers into her, either side of my cock. This sent Jill over the top.

She bucked and moaned and I felt that familiar rush of cum, which dripped out on to the tiles. Our friend had also come and I watched as the old guy pulled his sloppy, spermy cock out of George’s arse. I was struggling to hold back but I felt there would be more action yet. I had never seen Jill so worked up. George told us that he wasn’t far from coming and we ought not to be too long. The two old blokes were really talking dirty now, which has always been a turn on for Jill. I was surprised that she was going along with them. They were both mauling at her but she loved it.

She turned to me and said, "You know those stories on the toilet wall. Can we go and read them?"

I guided Jill away from the stalls and we went into the far cubicle, which had no door on. George said he would keep a look out. Jill sat down on the toilet pan – there was no seat – and started to read the graffiti by the light of her car pencil torch. I was stood facing her with my legs astride hers. Andy and Pete were behind us. The smell of sex was amazing. Spunk and cunt juice. Jill had her hand between her legs and was making loud sloppy sounds as she fingered herself. She read some of the messages out loud.

"Paul 40. Nice cock wants wank pal. Have mags and films."

As she read the messages Andy and Pete were encouraging her, saying the words Cock and Wank.

"I came in here last week in my stockings and stilettos. I want to be fucked up my tight virgin arse by two dirty old men. Leave a message. Sylvia."

"Do you like her stockings Andy?" asked Pete. I love the way the suspenders stretch out tight. "I bet you'd like two old men to fuck you, wouldn't you love?"

Jill was lost in several noisy orgasms. Andy and Pete had pushed past me. Pete was rubbing his cock against Jill’s face. Andy had knelt down and was trying to push his fingers into her.

"I want fucking now, "she shouted, and they lifted her off the seat and we all went out into the open by the stalls. George came away from the door, his hard on still waving in front of him. Jill fell to her knees in front of him and started to wank him off. It was Pete’s turn now and he went behind George, standing on the raised ledge to reach him. His cock slipped in easily into George. His movements were quick and he came in a few seconds. George motioned to Jill to stop. He helped her off the floor and led her over to the basin.

He then told Pete and Andy to come over. They stood at each side of her and George was in front of her. Her coat made a cushion to sit on. By this time I was ready for anything. I was wanking steadily.

"Lift her legs up," he told them.

They took a stockinged leg each and Jill sat back against the wall as her legs were lifted up. In this position she could be easily manipulated. George beckoned me over and then stood between her legs. Pete and Andy were mouthing the dirtiest of comments and Jill was fingering herself again. George’s cock was touching her now and she smeared cum juice around the bell end. I wanted to see that cock going in and I wanted the old men to fuck her.

"Jill, I want you to stop that and concentrate on Pete and Andy's arses," George ordered.

She duly complied and from their faces I could see they were loving it as she pushed one finger into each of their holes.

"Now Pete, I want you to finger fuck her." Pete’s right hand came round and all four fingers slipped easily into her cunt. She moaned and rocked backwards and forwards.

"Oh my God."

"Now stop, Pete. It’s your turn Andy."

Andy's left hand went to her basque and squeezed each breast gently. He slowly let his hand drop down to her pussy lips, which were now big and puffy. He ever so gently circled her clit with one finger. Jill squirmed around trying to push herself onto him. She increased the movement of her left finger in his anus to try and encourage him.

George pulled me forward. "Have a closer look Jimmy."

He passed me the torch and I knelt down by the basin and watched intently as Andy frigged her to another orgasm. George pushed forward again so that his cock was next to my face and pulling Andy’s hand away nudged his cock up against her.

"Fuck me," Jill shouted. He signalled to the old men and they both took hold of his cock and gently rubbed it up and down Jill’s cunt. First on her clit and then teasingly just between her lips. All the time there was a constant mouthing of comments.

"Pete, what do you want to do next?" George asked him.

"I want you to bend his wife over the toilet and fuck her. Then we'll lick your spunk from her fanny."

Jill was moaning like someone in pain.

"I need a cock. Please somebody fuck me."

"What about you Andy?"

"I want to see your spunk running down her stockings. Then we could take her back home and treat her like the tart she is, while hubby watches."

Jill was now uncontrollable. Her head was rocking from side to side. Pete and Andy had ignored George and were touching her again, both hands disappearing into her fanny.

"OK let’s give her what she wants. You two – lift her off the sink."

This is it I thought. I wondered how much of that monster cock she could take. George suddenly moved to one side and pushed me between her legs. He went behind her to help them support her and then they lowered my wife onto me. My cock slipped in easily. As I stood there they lifted Jill up and down. George was in control and it was like he was wanking me off but using Jill as a glove. The hands of the old men were everywhere. One of was holding the base of my cock and then pushing his fingers up into Jill. One was forcing into my wife’s tight passage. She came again and again. There was cum juice all over the toilet floor. George then moved us all back to the basin and then came round by my side. She was resting on the basin again and Pete and Andy were still keeping her legs in the air whilst I was fucking her, but now at a gentler pace.

He then turned to me.

"What’s your wife’s name."

I told him.

"Jill," he said, "look at me."

She opened her half closed eyes and gazed longingly at the massive cock that he was stroking. By his voice I could tell he was close to coming, and so was I.

"This is for you," he said, and stepping forward till our cocks were almost touching he started to wank faster and faster. The old men were urging him on. His first spurt hit Jill full in the face, which caused both of us to come together. The second went onto her neck and the rest splattered over her basque and stockings. He pulled the foreskin up and forced another thick blob onto her left shoe.

I thought for a moment that Jill had passed out. I could hardly get her to walk. As she stood up the sperm ran down her legs and onto her shoes. She was shaking. George had gone, but the old men were still there. I was in a daze myself and was only vaguely aware that they had not enough. I had put her coat around her and she was leaning against the toilet door. Andy was behind her rubbing George’s spunk into her arse. I was amazed to see he had another erection. Pete was on the floor licking Jill’s shoes. I wanted to see them both fuck her but it would have to wait for another day.


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