I was in desperate need of a piss stop as I drove along the Interstate, when I saw the sign, “Rest Area 1 Mile.” We’ve all heard the rumors about rest areas and perverts, but a full bladder is just that - full. It won’t hold for ever, and I’d rather it void, as Chaucer put it, “... where they that void ought.” So perverts or no, the rest area would do nicely, thanks.
The men's room was empty when I entered, and I barely made it to the urinal when the spasms started. I hurriedly unzipped, dug out and pointed when the flow started. That’s when the door opened. I paid it no mind, all my attention being directed toward relieving the tension.
A man walked up to the urinal right next to the one I was using, and I didn’t think that odd. I didn’t think about anything but what I was doing. He unzipped and hauled out what I would later notice as a very long cock. When I became aware of his presence, I could see in my peripheral vision that he was massaging his foreskin back and forth over his cock head. I glanced toward it and gasped, involuntarily.
“What? Never blown anything this large?” he asked.
“Never SEEN anything that large,” I said.
“Want to see it up close and personal?” he asked.
“This isn’t a safe place for close inspections,” I said. “Too many perverts about.” It wasn’t that I was oblivious to the situation, I just didn’t want anything - anyone - to interrupt what I fancied might be a wonderful blow job.
“How about my motor home?” he suggested.
“Ok. Yeah.” I agreed. We left the mens room together and started to walk across the RV parking lot.
“Ok if I video tape it?” he asked.
“Only if I get a copy of the tape,” I answered.
“No problem, then.” He said. “I’ll run off a copy and mail it to you.”
I gave him my business card, and he put it into his wallet.
The motor home was an older Winnebago, and where it was parked, just enough light from the parking lot entered the front windshield to barely illuminate the interior. He flipped a switch which brought on some infra-red lights for the camera, but which didn’t increase the scant illumination in the vehicle at all. Not to the eye, anyway.
We started kissing and stripping each other, fondling each other in the process. He had dropped my trousers and was rubbing my balls through my shorts when I finally got around to releasing his belt. He was wearing no shorts, and his hardening nine inches drew my immediate attention. I knelt before him and helped him out of his trousers, rubbing my face against his cock and balls in the process. Then I lowered my own shorts and worked myself free from them and my pants, all the while nuzzling his groin.
Once naked, I turned my full attention once again to his cock, found the tip of it with my mouth and pressed my pursed lips against it. As I did, the foreskin slid back and his cock entered my mouth, pre-cum lubricating my tongue and palate as it did. It was delicious. I pressed forward slowly, savoring the feeling, until his cock head was in my throat.
“Lie on the bed and let me fuck your face,” he said.
I did as he wished, and he knelt astride my chest and fed me his cock. He started fucking slowly, at first, and after a few strokes the door to his motor home opened. The scent of too much perfume flooded the room, and I became aware that we were not alone any more. Far from distracting me from blowing the cock in my mouth, though, it further stimulated me to know someone would soon discovered us.
His fucking continued in the same rhythm as he had started, though the pace was picking up, now. Whoever the person was who had entered the motor home, she wasn’t aware, or didn’t care, or was otherwise ok with what we were doing.
“Howard, who’s your friend?” she asked.
“Just someone wanting to avoid perverts in the mens room,” he said.
She walked to the bed, wrapped her hand around my cock and said, “You going to eat this?”
“No, you go ahead,” Howard answered.
“Thanks. I’ve been eating too much pussy, and I’m dripping for a good fuck,” she said.
Raising her skirt, she revealed, at least to Howard, her wet pussy. Then she climbed onto the bed, knelt astride my hips and lowered herself slowly onto my cock. “Mmm,” she purred, “nice and fat. It won’t take me long to cum to this cock, especially since I have a head start.”
Howard’s cock started racing inside my mouth, then, apparently in an effort to cum at the same time she did. My mind started racing, too, never having had a 3-way before, never having had a pussy before. Until now, I had been only interested in men. But I wasn’t interested in them as an object of love, just sex. I had loved the taste of cock meat since the first time I tasted it. I had always liked to look at women and masturbate, but had never been so inclined to fuck a pussy.
As I strained to assimilate these new feelings and sensations, I noticed Howard’s cock starting to tremble in my mouth. I also noticed the woman’s pussy gripping my cock harder. A moment later, my mouth was filling with cum, she was making all the “I’m cumming” sounds I had heard in the movies, and I lost control of my own functions, filling her milking pussy with my own cum. I imagined Howard’s cum pumping from his balls, through his cock into my mouth, then from my own cock into her pussy. The image was amazing, and the orgasm lasted forever.
She spun around on my cock, now facing my head and Howard. She leaned down and placed her mouth beside mine so that it covered the side of Howard’s cock. He slid his cock from my mouth, slowly, depositing the last of his cum as it retreated. When his cock was clear of my lips, she rolled her mouth onto mine and inserted her tongue. Together, we savored the last of Howard’s cum.
As we kissed, Howard had gone around to my cock. I could feel his mouth against it as it relaxed and slid from the woman’s pussy. His mouth, then, went to suck my cum from her dripping hole. When he was done sucking and licking her pussy, we separated and sat up on the bed.
“I’m Helen,” she said, by way of introduction, “and you already know my husband, Howard. Who are you?”
“Ben,” I said.
“Ben,” she said, “on a scale of one to ten, how was it?”
“Twenty-five,” I said. “I’d never sucked such a huge cock before, and I’d never fucked a pussy before, either. So, that’s 10 for the cock, 10 for the pussy, and an extra five for the combination.”
“Sucked a lot of cock, have you?” she asked, a little bit teasing, a little bit curious.
“Only six, so far. Of course, five of them I blew several times over the course of years,” I explained.
“Howard and I are considering getting a group together so we don’t have to meet strangers in places like this, where perverts abound. Just a few bi-sexual couples we’ve met. If you’re interested, I’d love to have you join the group.”
As she asked, my cock was already saying “Yes!” by raising its head and wiggling.
“Ever eat pussy before?” she asked.
“Never,” I admitted.
Without another word, she leaned down to blow me, coaxing me to lie down, too, to enjoy my first taste of woman. She came first, but kept blowing me, rolling her pussy away from my mouth. It was soon replaced by Howard’s cock.
We lost track of time, then, fucking and sucking all night. When the morning light brought us out of our passion, we all got off the bed and dressed.
“Breakfast, Ben?” Helen asked.
“No thanks,” I said. “I’m full.” And I was full of cum, hair pie and spent passion.
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