Meetings
16 Dec 2015


I think I'm getting to be a real slut!

Twice in one day David had asked me if I was going to shag somebody else. Twice I had clearly asked him if he wanted me to. And twice he had replied that 'he didn't mind'. Part of me was fuming the other was content, which I know sounds very odd. The thing was I needed to know that David wanted me to shag another guy or guys, not 'wouldn't mind'. The fact that he had stated, on both occasions, that it was with the proviso that he was present didn't really cover it. He might have needed to know that they weren't shagging me better or making me squeal louder than he did.

I would have been very happy to shag all three BUT I needed to know that David WANTED it too.

After the farmer had seen me naked, wet and recently shagged I didn't see much point wearing more clothes than absolutely necessary around the two tents I only wore a skirt, the shortest and most revealing, to go to the ablutions shed or water tap I sometimes put my short shorts on instead but only because there were others on the site and although I suspect the males would not have objected too much their girlfriend or wife might have been a bit pissed off with me.

Both my skirts were designed to be worn with those hated tights that Mary invented. Like I want to show off my legs and panties so I cover them with impossible to remove in a hurry tights? I should coco. The skirt I preferred was short to the point of nearly obscene with four buttons holding the front together. I didn't do them all up while around the site.

Dinner was fun, we sat outside on the big army blanket. I sat with my legs crossed and the boys food probably got cold they were so slow eating. I was wet. I'd told David I wouldn't mind tossing them off and as he hadn't said that he didn't want me to I was hatching my plans and showing my wet pussy to make the boys cocks stiffer.

The ablutions block also had some washing up facilities so, unusually, I took David down to help me wash up as the guys had cooked the meal. I asked David if it was alright for me to toss Martin and Phil off? He said he would be delighted and asked if I was planning on tossing him off as well. I told him I was thinking of giving him a blowie for being so good. We made our plans then walked back to the tents. With washing up done and coffees half drunk I stood up and undid the final button on my skirt. It fell to the blanket.

“OK, boys,” I announced, “get your shorts off. I wanna see your stiff cocks again.”

I had three naked guys with stiffening cocks standing before me in seconds. I sat down and started to play with myself telling them to sit and stroke their cocks but not to rush as I had a little treat for them. Martin was soon at it double time so I told him to slow down, to take it like Phil and David otherwise he would be too quick to get his treat. That worked! He nearly stopped stroking his cock completely.

I arranged myself so that all three had a good view of what I was doing. I wanted them to see how to please me with their fingers so that they might learn how to please other girls in the future. I'd also agreed with David that if I wished I could let them play with me after I had tossed them off while he watched. Then I'd give him a blow-job while they watched. David was delighted with the idea.

So I played with myself and watched the boys cocks growing. Martin was clearly going to be the first to reach the point of no return again and when his breathing started to become erratic I told them all to stop. They all did but Martin was a bit slow. Very nearly too slow. I told him to come and lie beside me. He looked at David who nodded his consent. He looked a little apprehensive and jerked with surprise when I put my hand high on his thigh. His whole body went as stiff as a board when I moved my hand higher. Again he looked at David. David told him to relax and enjoy.

“She's very good so enjoy it.” he told him.

I took his cock gently in my hand and stroked upwards covering his cock head with the foreskin then back to the base to expose the purple head once more. After a very few strokes of his cock I could feel it growing back to how it was when I stopped him. Soon I had it straining to burst free. Pre-cum dribbled from the tip and I was so tempted to lick it off and take the whole cock in my mouth. I resisted, I hadn't quite expected it to have that effect on me and hadn't agreed with David that I could blow them. Something for tomorrow's playtime I thought. Never the less I used my other hand and carefully spread the slippery juices over the head of the cock. Martin began to breath very heavily. I think I must have been the first girl to play with his cock.

“Gonna spunk for me big boy?” I suggested.

Martin nodded. I stroked a little faster, bent my head towards his straining cock, almost taking it in my mouth. It was so very tempting! I managed to resist again and rubbed hard and faster just as Martin jerked, his cock throbbed and spunk spurted landing on my cheek. I laughed with delight at the unexpected pleasure and continued to stroke his length making Martin jerk every time he spunked. When he had finished I wiped the spunk off my cheek then licked the finger. What a Dirty Bitch I was back then.

While Martin recovered I looked at David who smiled back happily then at Phil who was very carefully stroking his cock and watching me expectantly.

“Fancy a wank?” I asked cheekily. As if he didn't!

He also looked at David for permission which was instantly granted. I was secretly pleased that they both tacitly asked David's permission and doubly pleased that he had clearly given it. If only he would tell me that he WANTED me to shag them. I would have, no problem.

Where Martin was passive, almost terrified Phil was definitely up for it. No hesitation at all. He sighed as I put my hand on his upper thigh, groaned as I wrapped my fist around his cock then purred as I started to play. It wasn't long before he became vocal, begging me to use my mouth while pushing his hips up encouragingly. He told me he wanted to shag me using all the dirty words he had obviously heard David using. Words I wanted to hear, actions I wanted to take. I saw little nods of encouragement from David out of the corner of my eye but steadfastly ignored them. We hadn't discussed it, he hadn't asked me to perform those wonderful sex acts. Phil got closer and closer to his climax.

“Where do you want to shoot your spunk, big boy?” I asked knowing that he would say my pussy or mouth and opening doors for tomorrow's session. That we would play again the following day was a certainty. I would ensure it.

“Right up inside your pussy!” he replied without hesitation. Again I ignored David's nod of permission.

“Now that would be pointless,” I told him, “why would I toss you to the point of no return only to finally put it in my pussy? Much better to put it in my pussy at the beginning and let you shag me! Sit on top of me and let me wank you off over my pussy.”

Two minutes later my smooth mons and swollen pussy was enjoying the feeling of warm spunk splurging out of his cock and onto my naked body. I wanted to clean him up and leaned forward. I would welcome his softening cock in my mouth but it was impossible, I gave him a big kiss of thanks. David looked very happy.

I spread Phil's spunk over my pussy and thighs and told David that it was his turn.

David laid where Phil had been and I took his cock in my hand immediately. David sighed. He was already rampant. I moved my mouth towards his bell-end but instead of just gently blowing on it as I had with the two lads I opened my mouth and swallowed it whole. Right to the root in one go. It was very satisfying to hear three gasps of delight. David received a long, slow, virtuoso blow-job. When I eventually deigned to let him cum I held my open mouth an inch or so from the top of his cock and made him squirt his load into my mouth before going back down on him to a nice round of applause.

Now I've got the farmer wanting to screw me and our two neighbours. Would you like to know if David ever gets around to telling me that he wants me to shag 'em?


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