7 Jan 2017
Mr Bull fucks my arse
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Hi, me again. Sorry it's been so long since the last episode on 17th January 2016. It's been a long wonderful year. More of that in a while, for now back to the past....
I was on holiday with my husband-to-be, David, near Cheddar Gorge and getting right royally fucked by him, the two boys in the tent next door and Mr. Bull the camp site owner...
The boys had gone pot-holing again and David and I were just doing the breakfast dishes in the ablutions hut when Mr. Bull poked his head round the door.
“You two fancy coming back to the farm-house after you've finished here for a little, errrm, cream tea? He asked with a naughty smile.
My knickers would have been drenched, if I'd been wearing any that is. As it was I could feel the result of my body responding to the offer of Mr. Bull's cream at the tops of my thighs. I couldn't contain a little sigh of anticipated contentment as I visualised Mr. Bull's fat cock filling me with his cream. I told him forty-five minutes as we both needed a shower.
“Fine,” he replied, “Wife's away visiting her mother. We have as long as you want. Just come round the back and straight into the kitchen when you're ready.”
I could hear Mr. Bull whistling happily as he wandered off. David and I got the washing up done at double speed and headed back to the tent for the wash bag.
I was ready for Mr. Bull's fat cock anywhere and everywhere. David had taken my anal cherry and filled my bum with spunk in the wee small hours of the morning whilst I was bent over the bonnet of Phil and Martin's little mini van. The noises of my pleasure woke them both and when I came down from my orgasmic high I saw them stroking their cocks while watching us.
Phil was first to join in the fun but he wanted my swollen, having been fucked most of the evening, pussy. Whilst I was hoping for another arse fucking I certainly wasn't adverse to taking another pussy full from Phil.
When Phil had emptied his seed into me Martin stepped up to the plate asking if my arse was still on the menu. It was and he gave me a delicious arse fucking as described in the earlier account of the 17th January 2016.
Now I was preparing for Mr. Bull's cream to fill any of my three willing holes.
David, my husband-to-be, and I had set out on our first holiday together with the absolute intention of having as much sex as possible. At the outset neither of us had considered anything more than the two of us having lots of sex in our tiny tent. Since our arrival at the camp site I had not only sucked and fucked with David but Martin and Phil from the tent next to ours and the owner of the camp site. Sucking each cock and swallowing its seed greedily then asking for more. David had encouraged me to enjoy new cocks and new pleasures. It was plainly obvious to myself and David that I was both an exhibitionist and a cock hungry slut. I knew I was happy with that situation and was delighted that my husband-to-be was equally happy. I had his permission, with his presence, to enjoy whatever sex I liked or wanted to try. I was, as he delightedly informed me, his three hole slut. I was happy with that!
After fucking my arse in the wee small hours of the day Martin had emphasised the necessity for care and cleanliness after being arse fucked. Namely that after a cock had been in my arse it shouldn't return to my cunt before having been well cleaned. As he put it, if a cock cums out of your arse and into your cunt you'll end up with an infection and no sex for a month! Your choice!! It was a no brainer. He suggested that a warm water douche might be advisable but not too often as it would remove the beneficial bacteria as well as the harmful ones. Turns out they were both medical students. I had my very own Doc Martin! But that's a story for another time.
Both David and I were squeaky clean as we tentatively eased open the kitchen door and walked into the enormous farm-house kitchen.
“Would you like to come on up?” Mr. Bull's voice drifted down from above.
In the far corner was a narrow stairway, a stairway to heaven? As I mounted the first tread David unzipped my dress. I walked up and out of it leaving it for David to pick up. At the top I was wearing flip-flops and a smile. My pussy was soaking, my tits firm and my nipples as hard as they would ever be. Mr. Bull greeted me with a big smile and held his arms out for me.
“Fancy a fuck, little girl?” he asked.
“Only one?” I replied, “I'm hoping for more than that!”
Like a good little slut I set about removing Mr. Bull's few clothes then turned to David. He was already stripped and gently playing with his cock. I knelt and sucked Mr. Bulls fat cock into my eager mouth. I should explain, Mr. Bull's cock was not a big, fat cock. In reality it was a lot shorter than David's, even shorter than Phil's. In fairness Phil's was by far the fattest, until Mr. Bull came along.
I felt it grow in my mouth and nibbled the tip. David came and stood beside Mr. Bull. He stroked his cock invitingly, his own that is, not Mr. Bull's. I was sucking that! David's was good and solid the purple head shining with his pre-cum. I ran a finger encouragingly over the slick tip then added my thumb and stroked gently down each side of the glistening head. David's cock had a beautiful, gentle upwards curve which made his cock run deliciously along the upper part of my cunt before scoring a bull's eye right at the top of my pussy. Mr. Bull's was just nice and thick. When it was ready to fuck I had no chance of taking it all in my mouth, it just didn't open that wide. Mr Bull was growing in girth very nicely, I swallowed as much as I could then replaced my mouth with my hand and took David's deep into my mouth and down my throat. Deep throating David was a skill I learned early (but I made sure I practised a lot).
I quickly had two hard cocks to enjoy. Who's first and where? There wasn't really a choice, I wanted Mr. Bull to stretch my pussy, long and slow and give me his first cream while I sucked and played with David. I knelt on the big bed. David laid across in front of me and Mr. Bull took up position behind. I felt his cock head nudging my pussy lips apart. I waited expectantly. It was only a few seconds. My pussy was already flooded when he pushed steadily forward, opening me up to take his full girth. He was quickly balls deep, his powerful hands took a firm grip of my hips and pinioned me like a butterfly on a pin. I wrapped my lips around David's cock and waited.
Mr. Bull, I had discovered, liked to savour the moment. Once he was buried to his root he would hold perfectly still for quite a few seconds then tighten the hold on my hips before withdrawing slowly. When the tip of his cock was nearly dropping out of my pussy he would again pause, gird his loins as it were, then holding me perfectly, still ram his fat cock hard into my dripping pussy. It was a steady, rhythmic fuck for quite a few minutes but then it became faster and faster as I panted and groaned with the power of his cock driving relentlessly into me.
Mr. Bull was a lot older than David or I, a great deal older and it was to my great joy that I realised that he didn't cum very quickly at all. The earlier sessions up by our tent had often eased almost to a standstill part way through while he gathered his breath. So it was in the bedroom. I was reduced to stroking David's rampant cock while I took Mr. Bull's first glorious pounding. While he rested, still very firm and buried deep inside me, I was able to entertain David's cock with mouth and hand. I didn't want David's spunk in my mouth, yet but I did want him hard and ready to fuck me as soon as Mr. Bull had deposited his first load in my pussy. David had developed a taste for sloppy seconds over the previous week and I wasn't going to discourage him.
Mr. Bull announced his recovery by thrusting my hips forward. I swallowed the entire length of David's cock. I was urgently jerked back onto Mr. Bull's cock then my mouth was rammed back down the hard length of David's cock. Mr. Bull was not only fucking me for all he was worth, he was forcing me to suck my husband-to-be's cock at the same time. Heaven! I did my best to squeeze Mr. Bull's cock as he rammed deep inside me. Even after so few fucks with Mr. Bull I already recognised the pattern. I started to tense my muscles and thrust back onto his cock as he rammed it forward. He wasn't able to last much longer. I felt him begin to tense. His breathing was becoming laboured and the grip of his hands on my hips started to weaken. I took over, I wanted his cream. I thrust back and rocked forward, eagerly fucking Mr. Bull's cock while he just stood still holding my hips gently for support.
I heard him coming before I felt it. With one final thrust I drove my pussy back onto his cock and stopped the cheeks of my arse hard up against his flat belly. A wonderful warm feeling started to fill me. Mr. Bull shuddered as he emptied the contents of his balls into my greedy pussy. I waited as my own orgasm flowed over and through me. It felt good! It felt right!
A tired Mr. Bull eventually slipped out. He came and lay on the bed in front of me and David took his place behind. I cleaned then played with Mr. Bull's cock while David lubricated his cock by dipping it in and out of the spunk so recently deposited in my pussy by Mr. Bull.
I'd taken cock and the ensuing spunk in my bum a number of times in the previous twenty four hours and whilst the cocks in question had been longer than Mr. Bull's none were as fat. David's job was to prepare me. While I teased Mr. Bull back to a new erection David worked his cock in and out of my arse. Once he unloaded deep inside me I would be as ready as possible to take Mr. Bull.
David was always a considerate lover, taking pride in his ability to hold off until I was ready, then pumping his load wherever it was required. I started to push back onto his cock, my signal that Mr. Bull was ready. David picked up the pace and within less than a dozen hard deep thrusts he shuddered spasmodically as he filled my arse with his lubricating spunk. He softened and slipped out. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, as always then made way for Mr. Bull to resume his position behind me.
His knob head slipped easily into my well fucked pussy and picked up any lube that David had missed after a few deep strokes. Without further ado I felt it slide out and upwards where it rested against my dark rose then paused. I nodded my head in answer to his unasked question. He pushes gently forward and thanks to David's careful preparation I was nicely relaxed and ready. The head slipped in with little discomfort then stopped. He pushed again, he stretched me and it hurt just a little but it was a good hurt, a deliciously new hurt. I pushed back a little to encourage a greater effort. He eased back, out and then immediately forward in one steadfast no nonsense movement. The head entered, moved forward, the glorious pain came and remained as the shaft followed the head down my back passage. When he was down to the root he stopped and asked if I was OK? I told him I was but asked him to wait a few more seconds.
When I was comfortable I wriggled my bum and he started to carefully fuck my arse. My God! It felt wonderful! I just couldn't keep still and was soon pushing back harder onto his cock than he was ramming it forward into my arse. David told me later that I was making a lot of noise and telling him to fuck me harder and to pump his spunk into my dirty arsehole whenever he was ready. He duly obliged and let me collapse in a heap on the bed after shooting me full of his spunk. Once he knew I was OK David headed to the bathroom to prepare his cock for more action. He returned after about ten minutes and Mr. Bull took me with him to the bathroom. We showered together and I made absolutely sure his cock was perfectly clean afterwards by checking it with my mouth. David wandered in and asked if I wanted to check his as well.
For the rest of the afternoon I took cock in all three holes with usually two holes filled at the same time. We tried for a DP in both pussy and arse but it just didn't work, that afternoon...
We eventually stopped around 4 o'clock having taken a breather now and then between sessions and showers. David and I were making the bed when Mr. Bull came out of the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” he asked. I told him we thought it would be better if the bed looked unused when his wife came home.
“Oh! That doesn't matter,” he said much to our surprise, “Mrs. Bull knows you are up here getting seriously fucked and arse fucked. She'd like to join us in a foursome before you go home, if you like?”
I'm sure my mouth dropped open at his statement then the import of what he was saying hit me. She would suck my husband-to-be's cock and he would no doubt fuck her! I know! I know! I'd been fucked countless times by four guys all week and only one my official 'boyfriend'. I'd loved every fucking second of it and couldn't wait for more and I was having a problem with another sucking and fucking my man! Probably while I was sucking and fucking her man! How stupid was that??
Lots of lust
And Mrs. Bull? Please let me know if you want to know how we got on.