1. Wild Riding to Dublin


    Date: 7/26/2016, Categories: True Story, Author: classicgal, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    hand. I complied, taking his cock deep into my throat – remember how good you used to tell me I was at it, James? – grabbing his balls and squeezing them until he emptied them into me. Simultaneously, I came to my own rip-roaring orgasm, soaking the young man’s face and shirt as I held him tight, squirting and spraying my sexual juices all over him. You never liked that, James, but believe me, that young man didn’t complain, in fact, he wanted more. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t get it as, at this point, the sergeant bounded over the tailgate. “That’s you back on the road, Miss,” he said, climbing in, before taking in the sight in front of him. He whistled. “Very accommodating of you, Miss – especially as they’ve just been entertaining you while I did all the work.” For the first time I felt a sense of unease. As he approached me the others fell back. He trailed me up and kissed me savagely on the mouth, his stubble scraping my face as his hands reached between my legs and ripped my thong completely off. “Come on, you wankers, throw a couple of greatcoats on the floor. We can’t stay here all night” Suddenly, the magic of my control disappeared. “Turn your backs,” he ordered them. “What you can’t see you can’t bear witness to.” There was no stroking or nuzzling. He threw me onto the few greatcoats on the floor. In survival mode I decided to play up to him, feeling for his cock as he knelt between my legs – it was substantial, much bigger than yours, James. He grunted as ...
    he penetrated my soaking wetness (you know how wet I get with all that squirting), but after a couple of thrusts he pulled out. “How many of them have you fucked already? It’s like slipping my cock up a bowling alley – turn over, you whore,” he ordered. I was on my hands and knees now. He scooped a handful of vaginal fluid and smeared it around my anus, then hawked and lubricated his knob with it. His cock felt as big as a milk bottle as he pushed into me (yes, James, I know you always preferred warming me up with a wine bottle). Immediately he started pumping me violently. I tell you, James, it was the most amazing buggering I ever had. He ripped my stockings to shreds pulling on their tops as he reined me tight onto his cock while unloading into me (so now you know, my stockings weren’t ruined changing the wheel, not directly anyhow); he milked at my tits as though they were cows udders, but the only fluid was what he was filling my asshole with and what I was hosing from my cunt. Then he pulled out, wiped his cock dry against my thighs and stood up. That was it, no thank you, not a word to me. “Okay, James, your turn next,” he barked. His words alarmed me for a moment – but it wasn’t you, my husband, he was addressing; it was the soldier who had helped him change the wheel. “I’m going to the cab. Don’t be too long with her, we’d need to get going.” With this final order he climbed out and disappeared. I was still lying on the greatcoats, partially on my side. James looked ...
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