Thanks for your comments - A girl likes to know she is appreciated. “If you two want breakfast you'd better get out now. If you want to shag first, you're cooking your own!” Martin called. We were in a tent, camping at a farm close to Cheddar Gorge. We'd made (very good) friends with Martin and Phil in the tent next door (See the earlier episodes for details). It was a lovely morning with the sun streaming through the thin cotton of the tent. Surprisingly, after the previous nights fun and games, David and I were awake early. We opted for Martin's cooking. I grabbed my short skirt and crawled out of the tent. “Don't put that on for our benefit.” said Phil. I was wearing what I had worn in bed – absolutely nothing! Neked as a Jay bird. I looked around the site, over the long wind-break, and saw nothing to convince me that naked was unacceptable. Martin gave me a big kiss, stroked my tit and copped a feel of my pussy, just slipping a finger easily into my wetness. I made no attempt to stop him. David, my husband-to-be, had told me the previous night that he wanted me to allow Martin and Phil to do anything they had done previously and that he wanted me to shag them both ASAP. I had no problem with his requests. Phil's greeting only differed from Martin's in that he sucked my nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue while also stroking my much wetter pussy. He then slipping his finger inside me. David emerged from our tent just as Phil's finger reached its full extent. “Don't let me interrupt,” he told Phil with a happy smile then, “Anything I can do to help?” to Martin. While David helped with breakfast Phil finger-fucked me to perfection. Martin and Phil were going to Priddy Pot for the day. David and I were not invited. When I saw them preparing their equipment, ladder rolls, boiler suits, big boots, helmets and acetylene head lamps I was very relieved. They left straight after breakfast with the request that if they weren't back by 4:30 to please send a search party. That worried me a bit. David and I did our own bit of speleology, we dressed up in our motorbike gear and went to Gough's Cave then Cox's Cave. It was bloody cold and we were both grateful for Martin's advice to wrap up warm. After lunch in the pub we returned to the tent for a shag or few. I wanted to be there in case the farmer came up for his fees again. Back at the site two tents had left while we were away just leaving ours and Martin and Phil's at the top of the field and two others down the bottom close to the ablutions shed. The sky was blue, the sun was shining so we decided to make maximum use of the big wind-break and shag en-plien-aire. We had a bit of a routine back then. Where possible we always got naked as we liked to get a bit messy at times. I'd suck David's cock until I thought he was fit to shag, maybe a bit longer if he was raring to go as soon as we were stripped off. With a stiff cock he'd start stroking my pussy to ensure I was good and wet. Sucking his cock always made me good and wet but I didn't let on. We'd then go through a sequence of positions, maybe, depending on what I needed that time. In theory, missionary, cowgirl sitting, laying then if David was also feeling greedy reverse while I stroked my clitty. After that he'd put me on my back, lift my legs high or wide or both or maybe fold them up like I was a turkey ready for the oven then stuff me with his cock for a while. We usually ended up with me on my knees taking him doggy and thrusting back onto his cock to meet his forward thrusts. But then sometimes we'd just fuck! That day was one of those days where the sun shone, the birds sang and all was right with the world so we took our time. A long lazy shagging session. We'd gone through the various missionary positions and I fancied riding cock for a while. I rolled David onto his back, doing my best to keep his cock in the right place and failing. It took but a moment to rectify the situation and I was soon bouncing up and down on my favourite plaything. After I had spent about ten minutes generally alternating between sitting and laying on his cock David suggested that I try to turn around while keeping his cock in place. That's a very tricky manoeuvrer, if you haven't tried it. In the end I gave up, stood up and turned around in preparation for lowering myself back onto David's cock. Mr. Bull, the farmer, was looking over the wind-break. He was smiling like the cat that got the cream. Unless you've read the previous instalments you might expect me to cover up and go bright red. If you have read the earlier pieces then you will remember that Mr. Bull and I have history, going way back, to the previous afternoon, where I was sunbathing naked and pretended I hadn't seen him watching. I'd masturbated, puting on a show for him. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist to be honest. The previous evening David had told me that he wanted me to try and seduce Mr. Bull and eventually shag him while David watched. Now seemed as good a time as any to start the seduction. “Hi! Mr. Bull,” I called out, “You come for your fees? C'mon round we'll not be much longer then David will sort it out for you.” I lowered myself back onto David's cock and was nicely settled when the farmer stood in front of me. “Sorry,” I said, “have you been waiting long?” I didn't want to say have you been watching long in case it embarrassed him. “Only when we're err, y'know, we tend to loose track of time.” “Only about fifteen minutes,” he laughed, “I was wondering where you get the stamina but I'm in no hurry, wife's gone into town and won't be back 'till gone five. I can wait if you want to carry on?” He managed to say it with a perfectly straight face, almost as if we were discussing the weather and debating wether I ought to put the washing out or not. He was also watching me wriggle around on David's cock all the time he spoke. I felt David's hands pushing on my shoulders, his sign that he wanted me to lean back and let him take the weight while he pushed his cock up inside me. I leaned. “Err, would you mind stroking my clitty? It feels so good when I'm this way round.” I asked parting my legs and holding my pussy lips apart so he could find the right place. Mr. Bull knelt beside me and reached between my parted legs as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be asked to finger-fuck a girl while her boyfriend cock-fucked her. “Hi, Mr Bull,” said my husband-to-be, “What say we make my dirty bitch cum so hard she'll think she is going to explode?” he suggested. I came immediately. “It's worth a try,” conceded the farmer taking a nipple in his mouth and trying to work his finger in alongside David's cock. His thumb took up station on my clitty as his finger eased it's way inside. I had absolutely no chance. With David's cock sliding in and out of my pussy and Mr. Bulls finger doing the same but at a different frequency I was lost. Add his thumb on my clit and my own wriggling and jiggling I was like a cat on a hot tin roof. The climax built to a crescendo and I exploded exactly as David wanted. They let me rest, laying back on David's chest. His cock remained moving gently in and out of me and Mr. Bull explored my swollen pussy with his fingers until I got my breath back. “D'you suck girl?” I told the farmer that I did and reached to unzip his jeans. “Not yet,” he said, “We've got other pleasures for you yet, turn around and sit back on David's cock.” He helped me up and supported me as I lowered myself back down. “Now lean forward and ride cock like you were just now.” I did as instructed. His right hand cupped my breast. His left started to stoke my hair, soft, caressing strokes. Fingers moved to my shoulders, danced across my back sending shivers of delight coursing down my spine. I slid back and forth on David's cock as the fingers traced delicate lines across my naked flesh working down to the small of my back in small circles and wide sweeps. The gentleness skipped across my bottom, down my thigh and up towards my soaking pussy. He slid his finger back into my pussy alongside David's cock and started to wriggle it around without withdrawing it. I knew I was flooding both his finger and David's cock while another climax rushed up from the depths to engulf me. He didn't stop as I sobbed, sucking in lung-fulls of air, his fat finger finger-fucked me while David's cock-fucked me. The wet finger was removed and replaced with a dry one. It slipped in easily I was so wet, swollen and open. Whilst the new finger probed my pussy the previous one stroked up and around the dark rose of my anus. I'd never been touched there before. It wouldn't have occurred to me that it could feel so delicious. Without conscious effort I relaxed and the finger eased it's way inside my bum. Mr. Bull leaned over me and dribbled. I felt his saliva hit just above my anus and begin to trickle down between my cheeks. The finger was removed from my bum, I felt it scoop up the saliva and work it into my back passage. Another dribble landed on my bum, that too was scooped up and worked in. Mr. Bull's finger slipped in very easily. I could feel all his knuckles deep inside me rubbing up against David's cock as it slid in and out of my pussy. Being shagged in two holes was the most wonderfully satisfying feeling. I came again but this time with the most exhausting shudders of pleasure. “That little arse of yours will need a cock in it before the week is out, you mark my words,” announced the farmer before continuing, “Now you can demonstrate your cock sucking skills for me while your husband-to-be shags you and fills you. While you clean him up and make him stiff again, I'll shag you and add my spunk to your greedy pussy.” I moaned with pleasure. Two cocks, one at each end! We reorganised, I got Mr. Bull's cords and pants down and went straight down on his fat cock. David knelt behind me and rammed his rampant cock back into my greedy hole. Every time he thrust forward he drove the farmer's cock down my throat. When he pulled me back he let me breathe. I think that watching me suck cock while he shagged me was that little bit extra that David needed to push him over the top. He rammed forward so hard that the farmer's cock went so deep into my throat it was as much as I could manage not to gag. I felt David's seed pumping deep inside me his little swimmers having a great start in their race to my womb. It was fully protected, thank god! Mr. Bull let us both recover then they swapped places. David's cock was made very welcome by my mouth while my swollen pussy was introduced to only the second cock it had ever taken, Mr. Bull's fat cock. He stroked in long and slow with a little extra thrust at the end of each inward stroke. After a while he changed his action moving his hands to my hips and pulling me back forcibly onto his cock. I felt more saliva dribbling onto my bum and it running down my crack to my anus. I knew instinctively where it was going and why. I wriggled my bum to encourage it. I heard Mr. Bull laugh as he started to lubricate my arse before working his finger back inside me. I was being arse fucked, cock-fucked and face-fucked!!! I came, boy did I come? “Wife-to-be seems to like being used by two cocks,” he proclaimed unnecessarily, “she will be a great wife to you! Maybe we can get her to take it in her arse before you leave?” he suggested. “I hope so,” said my husband-to-be in an instant response. “I hope so too,” I muttered under my breath! Would you like to know if I was lucky or not?