Sorry, it's a bit long but there are no real natural breaks – I hope you enjoy as much as I did. “Oh do hurry up! Can't you see there's a queue? Less chat and more scan if you ask me!” I realised I'd thought the words rather louder than I intended when the guy in front of me turned and said. “Peace and Love Sister, Peace and Love. Consider it an opportunity to relax and reflect upon the pleasures....” 'Peace and Love Sister, Peace and Love'. When was the last time I had heard that phrase? Two, three, four decades ago? Jason, black hair flowing over his shoulders. A beaded hemp head band to to prevent it 'making like the answers, Babe' a long flowing coloured Kaftan and Jesus boots. An hour later I was on his bed and we were fucking like rabbits. Peace and Love Sister! Happy days. We were together for six months then one morning he just wandered out the door to spread the peace and share the love and I never saw him again. I eased slowly back to reality. Mentally flowers were still woven into my hair and pretty strappy sandals peeped out from beneath my light kaftan. “Peace and Love Brother, Peace and Love.” I responded automatically. If asked I'd put the blame, maybe I mean credit, fair and square on my mother. It's not as if we were doing anything unnatural. We weren't in a public place an' anyway all three of us were of legal age! She was well out of order! As the kids of today would say. It was Monday, the first day of the holidays and on Tuesday my two favourite boyfriends were going on a cycling holiday until their funds ran out. I wasn't looking forward to their going one tiny bit. To placate me we had arranged to spend the whole of Monday together. We were going on a picnic. I was up early, wearing my normal uniform of jeans and a floppy jumper, and preparing the picnic while my mum got ready for work. We both finished about the same time and I gave her a kiss goodbye and closed the front door behind her. Fifteen minutes later, which was long enough for me to shower and change into a light summery dress, I opened the door to Ron. He gave me a friendly peck on the cheek and before I had closed the door properly he had his hand up my dress, a finger inside the gusset of the big white knickers girls had to wear in those days and was working it expertly into my wet pussy. “Better get these off, Girl,” he said pulling my knickers down and off. “C'mon, Eric will be here soon.” He led me into the front parlour and pointed to the settee. He undid his belt while I walked over behind the settee and leaned over the back. I watched the reflection in the front window of his jeans slipping down quickly followed by his white Y fronts. I parted my legs expectantly. His cock head was pushing towards my wet pussy and I adjusted my position slightly. It entered easily and Ron thrust in hard. Ron's idea of foreplay was to check my pussy was ready to fuck. Removing my knickers himself must have been a little bonus as compensation for him going away. We had an agreement Ron and me, we fucked! At every opportunity and as soon as the opportunity arose, just in case we missed a chance. He always fucked me hard the first time. If it turned out that we subsequently had further opportunities he was slightly more restrained on the second occaision. Ron always fucked hard and fast, it was as if he expected the world to end in a couple of minutes and needed empty balls before he met his maker. Ron never lasted long. Don't get me wrong, I loved it every time. He shot his load into me just as Eric swung the garden gate open and I had a little cum, as usual. “Don't move Girl,” he instructed, “I'll let Eric in”. He pulled his cock out and walked off in his T shirt, a string of spunk dangling from the end of his cock. I did move. I took my dress off and resumed the position of leaning over the back of the settee. I liked Eric. He was big, everywhere (and I mean everywhere) by comparison with Ron. Ron was small and a bully. He could be quite rough with me at times whereas Eric was the gentle giant. I'm sure Ron saw me as just somewhere to put his cock and shoot his load. Eric, on the other hand appreciated me. When he looked at me I could see he was mentally stripping me. I liked that and I also liked him seeing me naked whenever possible. He looked after me and was always checking that I was 'OK' and that he wasn't hurting me at all. He also did his best to make sure I had an orgasm if he could. He did have one thing in common with Ron, he fucked me at every opportunity. That Monday morning was an opportunity. He stood behind me. I straightened up and he kissed the top of my neck. I leaned forward again and his kisses worked down my spine. I pushed back into his belly and felt his cock against my bum. Straightening up he held his cock against my pussy lips. I pushed back onto it and we fucked. I could feel Ron's spunk being pushed around inside my cunt by Eric's bigger cock, I really liked that. Physically it felt good but mentally the gentle giant was pushing the bully around. I never, ever, said as much but it was part of what made being fucked by Eric after Ron had spunked inside me just that little bit more enjoyable. Eric unloaded and I had my cum with him. Neither fucks took any length of time in real terms but our first fucks were always fast and urgent. While I tidied myself up and put on clothes suitable for cycling but also suitable for a picnic in a quiet place with my two boyfriends, they packed the picnic into their bags and got my bike from the shed. Less than forty minutes after I kissed my mother off to work I'd changed my clothes twice, been fucked twice, showered twice and was off on what I hoped would be a very nice picnic. Our picnic place of choice was a wood about three miles away on country roads then another half a mile up a rarely used footpath. We'd never been disturbed there. We didn't see a soul after we left the village and birds were singing their heads off when we reached the wood. We stripped off and the boys stood in front of me while I knelt and worked both cocks into a usable condition. Ron led me over to a big beech with a low bough. He laid on it and told me to ride his cock 'like a fucking cowgirl'. Eric helped me get into the saddle and bounced me up and down on Ron's cock. Ron was very rough with my tits and between the pair of them they gave me a proper cum, hopefully the first of many that day. When Ron had finished he told me to clean up his cock with my mouth then fuck Eric anyway he wanted. Ron was always bossy and he thought Eric and I did as he instructed but Eric and I did what we wanted it just coincided with what Ron said, is all. We had sex and played silly naughty games, usually with me on the receiving end, until lunchtime. I'm not sure quite what started it, it might have been the alcohol in the ginger beer but after lunch was reasonably digested Ron fucked me and quickly shot his load. Eric replaced him. Usually Ron would then start rubbing his own cock so that he was ready when Eric had finished but on that occasion he walked around and stood in front of me. Grabbing my hair he lifted my head. “Open your mouth you filthy bitch,” calling me dirty names was a big turn on for him, “I'm gonna fuck your tonsils!” I'd had his cock in my mouth loads of times but never while Eric's cock was fucking my pussy. I opened wide as demanded and Ron shoved his cock in. Then he commenced fucking my face in time with Eric fucking my cunt. I felt his cock growing surprisingly quickly and was delighted with the effect it was having on him and started to move forward onto his thrusts. “Like that, do you? You greedy fucker? Well I'm gonna shoot my load straight into your belly and you're gonna drink the lot!” he informed me. As I said, I'd had his cock and Eric's (and a few others) in my mouth loads of times but they always withdrew so that they could fuck me and pump their spunk into my cunt. None had ever thought of spunking into my mouth. This was new and I loved the thought of it. We all came together which made it extra exciting. The rest of the afternoon was spent trying different positions. What happened next was entirely my fault. We had arrived back at mine and as the boys were heading off in the morning I demanded a final fuck from each of them. We went into the front room, I stripped off, told them both to get their cock's out and told Ron to lay on the floor on his back. I laid over him so that my pussy was above his face and I could suck his cock. After telling him to stroke my clit gently I told Eric to fuck me hard then went down on Ron. For once I was in charge! We all came together and mine was the biggest ever (well before then anyway) and then... “What the hell's going on here?” My mum's voice! I heaved the heavy rucksack onto my shoulder. The boys had skedaddled PDQ and a very noisy fifteen minutes had ensued when many unpleasant things had been said, mostly, regrettably, by me. “And where do you think you're going, young lady?” Mum was standing in the kitchen doorway, her arms folded and a very stern look on her face. “You told me to get out and never darken your doorway again,” I replied with a little sob in my voice. I loved my Mum. “Well,” she said, “we all say things we don't mean in the heat of the moment. Where are you planning on going?” “I thought I'd ask Ron and Eric if I could go away with them while I worked things out.” I told her honestly. “Ron?” she asked, “he's a bullying little shit! Does he force you to do these things?” “No,” I told her, “he thinks he does but I only do what I want to do and I want to do most things. He treats me rough and I love that!” “Does Eric treat you badly as well? He doesn't seem that type of lad.” “Eric isn't, he's a gentle giant. He looks after me makes sure I'm not getting hurt and am enjoying myself. He asks me what I would enjoy and always tries to give me pleasure. I love that too. I'm getting the best of both worlds.” I explained. “So really, despite the fact I've just caught you being spit-roasted, you are thinking of going away with the same two guys and hoping to have a lot more of the same?” “Mum,” I said quietly, “that horse bolted a long time ago. If you try to force him back into the stable he'll kick the place to smithereens. Sex is wonderful and I love it!” To my surprise she smiled, “Y'know that's pretty much what I said to your Grandmother except I said I'd kick the place to pieces.” she admitted, “Tell you what, ring the little shit and tell him to pick you up in the morning then ring Eric. Ask him if he would mind popping around and giving you a hand to get ready. Tell him not to worry about me and that it's all sorted. I don't think either will mind you tagging along, do you?” I just stood and stared at her in astonishment. She grinned back at me, “bin there, done that!” she said and added “Jump to it girl, before I change my mind. And bye the way, not only do I know who your father was but I remember exactly where and when you were conceived.” I burst into tears, dropped my bag and threw my arms around her. “I'm sorry Mum, I was upset and needed to hurt. I didn't mean any of the nasty things I said, honest. I love you, you're the best Mum ever!” I remember the nasty things I had said to this day and still try to make up for them. … He wasn't Jason, he was Paul and the hair flowing over his shoulders was a lot more salt than pepper. He did have lovely eyes and the very softest of voices though. Unlike Jason it took me ten days to get me into his bed. Once he realised that he could have fucked me the day we met without a word of complaint from me he did his very best to make up for lost time. A task that he fully accepted was impossible but he was prepared to give it his best shot and me his best shots. Which we did at every conceivable opportunity. Like Jason he fucked me in every possible position and tried a few impossible ones as well. For my part I rediscovered the utter joy of sucking a new cock to completion and once more savoured the taste of warm spunk in my mouth and the feeling of it sliding down my throat. When I finally got into his bedroom he undressed me gently, laid me on the bed, parted my legs wide and kissed me all the way up my legs to my wet pussy. Once there he held my pussy lips wide and proceeded to eat my cunt! Totally unlike Jason or anybody else before or since! It wasn't until he had made me cum, not a very long time, that he worked his way up my body and presented his shiny cock head to my pussy. At the end of that first fuck session, yes it was most certainly a fuck session not making love in any way, shape or form I reluctantly allowed him to let me out of his bed. I had to shower, we had been at it for nearly three hours! The shower took another rushed half an hour and careful mutual drying took so long the towels had dried before I was dressed. Then and only then did I let him open the front door for me. As I stepped over the threshold and back into the real world of husband and housework he patted me playfully on the bottom and warned of dire consequences should I fail to wipe the big grin from my face before I got home. Earlier I said that Jason and I were together for six months before he just up and walked out. What I omitted to mention was that most of that six months were spent either in bed or getting up close and very personal. In short we had sex whenever and wherever we could. It was not all down to Jason's sex drive either. Mine was as strong if not stronger! Us girls are very lucky, we can fuck and or enjoy sex until we are either too sore or too tired to continue. Guys need a longish break after each completed performance. Such a great pity when a girl simply needs a damn good fuck now and again and again and again. After Jason left I didn't go without any more that I went without before he came on my scene. I had friends, friends who understood that I had needs and they were accommodating but they weren't the same. They didn't … well you know what I mean. I flitted like a butterfly from cock to cock with the occasional dalliance with sweet tasting pussy. Now and then I thought I might have found the one, only to discover that my needs were greater than theirs so I strayed and they wandered away. I was almost nineteen when I met Rick, my husband to be. He pressed all the right buttons, made demands on my willing body that I sometimes wondered if I could meet. I was often too sore long before he had fully finished with me but I soldiered on regardless. I didn't stray, I was always there ready, willing and waiting. When we went to bed he would fuck me hard. He'd shoot his load and I'd suck him until his cock was hard. Then he'd fuck me again. This carried on until he couldn't get it up again. In the morning I was eager for the first new, stiff cock of the day, he fucked, I sucked then he fucked again. With Jason I'd burned my bra, with Rick I burned my panties. I wore neither jeans nor tights. I was always available for him. If we were out and he felt the need he would take me somewhere a bit quieter and fuck me hard and urgently. I always cleaned him up afterwards, it was my pleasure to do so. If there was no opportunity to fuck we'd find somewhere where I could give him a blow job. I had discovered that by wearing the right shoes with the right heels I could easily take Rick's cock just by raising up on my toes while he bent his knees slightly. We got everything properly aligned then I would lower my heels and Rick would straighten his legs and hey presto! Cock firmly buried in cunt! We could then kiss and cuddle, even wriggle about like love-struck teenagers. Very few would have realised that I was frantically squeezing the cock that he slipped up and down my greedy cunt. While our contemporaries went out to the pub we went looking for risky places to have sex. We married within the year and he fucked me an hour before the ceremony and again before the guests had settled down at the small reception. Rick had told the photographer that he must take a photo of my garter. When the time came for the shot I lifted my dress without hesitation. After fucking me for the second time Rick had repositioned my garter at the very top of my thigh. When the photo was processed it showed my garter, my smooth swollen cunt and spunk dribbling down my thigh. Rick demanded that the shot was the first in the wedding album and ordered a 20x16 to hang on the wall. You'd be forgiven for thinking that after the marriage our lust/my need diminished a little. Not a bit of it! It increased many fold. Consider, if I'd been caught sucking Rick's cock before we married I'd have been considered a slut (not that it would have bothered me as you will understand). Get caught after we were married and I'd have been a good wife looking after her beloved husband. A graph of our risk taking would have shown an exponential curve upwards. Before marriage behind the hedge or in the bushes – after... in front of the hedge or by the bushes. We even fucked in bus shelters beside busy roads. The first day of our honeymoon we went to the beach and wandered up into the dunes until we came to the golf course. Right by the barbed wire fence I lifted my flowing skirt and Rick slipped his cock into my wet, smooth pussy. We stood there cuddled and kissing with the links course to my left and a view over the dunes to the sea on my right, my orgasm growing by the moment. Just as I was about to get very vocal three ladies in tweed golfing outfits appeared around the gorse bush. “Good morning?” “Good morning” They came over and chatted whilst I squeezed Rick's cock with my pelvic floor muscles doing over time and he fidgeted making his cock move around inside me. We discussed the weather, as you do, the beautiful views to left and right and all manner of pleasantries. Rick let it slip that we were newly-weds and this was our first morning as man and wife. All three ladies grinned ear to ear and one said “Well, we had better let you get on with it then!” Then, directly to me, “Get as much as you can dear, before he's too old and passed it and you have to take up early morning rounds of golf instead.”!!! I don't think we got away with it that time. We remained joined at the pelvis until all three had taken their tee shots and, with a cheery wave and a cry of “Enjoy” they wandered off down the fairway. I often wonder if they chuckle about the encounter as much as we still do? It being our first day of married life I really wanted a pussy full of spunk delivered outside in the open where there was a risk of being caught in the act. We wandered off down the path back into the dunes a little. I found a small depression in the sand just off the path. Perfect! No words were needed. Rick led me off the path. I knelt, undid his belt, unzipped his zip and set about restoring his cock to it's full majesty in the time honoured way. When it was presenting to my satisfaction he laid down, I lifted my skirt and lowered my wet pussy onto his stiff cock. Once settled he undid the buttons on my blouse and took a firm handful of each breast. He squeezed tit and I squeezed cock. He started to encourage me to more energetic bouncing up and down by lifting me up by my tits. Gravity pulled me down then he lifted me again. It felt so utterly fantastic that I didn't notice the man arrive on the path at the top of the dune. I just noted that he was there, and came immediately with an almighty flooding of pussy juice all over Rick's cock. The look of surprise on Rick's face was worth £1000's. If he had used words they would have read 'what the fuck caused that??' I flicked my eyes to to the guy on the path. Rick told me to remove my blouse completely. I did without delay and the guy didn't budge. Good. Rick told me to take my skirt off. It was off in an instant. I came immediately while the guy crouched down and sat on the top of the dune with a perfect view of me, totally naked fucking my new husband. After quite a few minutes of riding cock and cummin almoist constantly Rick suggested that I might like to try doggy. I was ready in a moment turning my position slightly so that the onlooker would have a perfect broadside view of my naked body, swinging tits and Rick's cock pounding into my cunt. I looked directly at him and smiled. I suspect Rick gave him a 'she's mine' look because he then took hold of my hips and rammed his cock into me so hard and so fast I groaned loudly with a combination of pleasure and pain. Rick proceeded to fuck me hard until I felt his body stiffen. He pulled me back onto his cock one last time and shot his spunk deep into my welcoming cunt. When Rick fucks me like that and unloads with such force he always holds onto me tight so that I cannot get free even if I wanted to. He thrusts his hips forwards, his head is thrown back and his cock pumps until he is totally spent. To finish him off I squeeze for all I'm worth. I looked up at the man. He was clapping quietly then he gave me two thumbs up. For an encore I licked Rick's cock clean. When I looked again the man had gone. We returned to the hotel for a late breakfast and saw the man sitting at a window table eating. He quietly acknowledged our arrival and carried on with his breakfast. Over the years we have had risky sex in so many different places. We got caught in the act a few times, sucking cock, doggy and again riding cowgirl more than once but never by anybody that was going to be too offended. A few years back we went to see a Harry Potter film. Harry and co. were sitting by the river. The camera pulled back and I grabbed Rick's arm. “You fucked me there!” I told him. He studied the screen and frowned. “I don't recognise the place.” he said. “Watch,” I said, “Not where Harry is but where the camera is. I'll bet it's set up just to the left of the big telescope. You fucked me a few feet to its left while a coach load of Yanks queued up to look through the scope. I looked at that scene for a good fifteen minutes. I know it by heart.” I held my breath as the camera panned out until the scene from the top of Yat Rock looking down on the River Wye unfolded. That night Rick fucked me in the multi-storey car-park by the cinema and again when we got home! I suspect you are asking yourselves 'if her sex with Rick was so very good why did she pursue Paul?' A good question and I really cannot give you a proper answer except to say because.... because it's the way I'm really made? Because I fancied a different cock? Because I just felt like a change? You choose, I certainly can't, well not until I had got myself into Paul's bed anyway. After that it was as clear as daylight. Paul fucked me different to Rick or Jason or Ron for that matter. Paul fucked me like Eric used to all those years ago. With feeling. With concern for my pleasure not just his own. With a strange kind of love. And he still does! Peace and Love, Brother. Peace and Love