I’m Angela and have officially been divorced for just two months but separated from my now ex for almost two years. My relationship with him lasted 22 years and ended with him cheating on me. There were obviously good times, but certainly in the last few years the relationship was very hard work. Looking back now I wonder how I didn’t see how damaging his behaviour was for me, but as they say, love is blind. By the end of the marriage, I had zero self-confidence and couldn’t imagine anyone ever finding me attractive, as I had such a negative self-image.
Over the past 20 months or so, I have worked really hard to build my confidence. It’s still a work in progress and probably always will be. It’s hard to drown out the voices I’ve listened to for so long, but nowadays they don’t shout as loudly. I can now look in a mirror and see that I do have a decent figure and that I have a brilliant smile. Today I walk round town with my head held high and don’t shy away from eye contact as I used to, and it feels great.
CrossFit was where things started to change for me when I discovered it 6 years ago. My gym is where I met my best friend and have made so many other good friends. It also gave me a way to deal with my now ex’s behaviour, a way to vent the frustrations that I didn’t want to acknowledge. I lost some weight and became strong and toned. Yes, there are still wobbly bits, and my large breasts have never really gotten any smaller, but I’m happy with that. Surely having something to hold onto is a good thing when going for a good ride?
Although I could see the difference in my body, both its physical look and its abilities, I still didn’t see myself as attractive. I’m still very camera shy, but if someone captures a natural picture of me, I can see I look good. I still turn into Chandler from Friends if I must pose for a picture, however. After I separated from my ex, I knew I had to do something to become happy in my own skin, and that is where I discovered burlesque dancing. I found a four-week course during which I would learn a routine, and on the last night, as well as performing the whole routine, I would also have a sexy photo shoot.
That first night I was so nervous, but the teacher and everyone else were so welcoming. I managed to get through the warmup, and then it was time to do the first exercise to get us into the burlesque frame of mind and to help build our confidence. In pairs, we had to start from behind a screen, step out and pull a pose before walking sexily to a point, and pulling another pose. I almost bolted for the door, and there were a lot of tears. For me, it was having to look at myself in the mirror and “to be sexy.” The teacher was amazing and managed to get me to do the exercise, and it felt liberating. We then went on to learn the beginning of the routine, and I left after the hour was up, absolutely buzzing.
The following week went much the same for me, with me panicking when it got to the exercise section, and in fact, I couldn’t do it that second week. The third week, something clicked, and although I still felt very awkward, with the encouragement of the teacher and another gorgeous lady, I managed the exercise and actually enjoyed it. The fourth and final week came, and I was so excited. We did the whole routine twice in full lingerie, and when it came to removing my bra and shaking my nipple tassels in front of everyone, I did it without hesitation and loved every second of it. I then went on to have my little photo shoot and actually smiled and laughed throughout, something I never thought I would.
At the end of that last class, the teacher announced that she puts on an end-of-year show for all the different classes she runs and asked if we would perform in it. If you had asked me four weeks before if I would contemplate getting up on stage in front of 200-plus people, I would have laughed in your face. If you’d have then said I’d be getting my boobs out and shaking my nipple tassels at them, I’d have told you to F off. I didn’t do that when she asked, I readily agreed.
That was in July, and over the next few months I went back and did a couple of other courses or themed one-offs for Halloween and Christmas. In between, I practiced at home to make sure my performance didn’t let the group down. December came, and I felt ready, and before I knew it, I was standing backstage with 11 other sexy ladies all dressed in lingerie, shirts, ties, and high heels. The announcer introduced us, and we all strutted out and took our positions. Don’t get me wrong, the butterflies were awful, but it was so much fun. The crowd got behind us. The atmosphere was amazing, and the performance was perfect.
I am now happy describing myself as a 42-year-old woman who is five foot one and a half, the half is very important. I have a curvy but toned figure, strong shoulders, and large breasts that have travelled slightly south, but they are still firm. I have an hourglass figure, so I have curvy hips in proportion to my upper body. I have strong, muscular legs and a toned tummy that still has a little something to grab hold of and a firm, round ass. I have a heart-shaped face with chocolaty brown hair that comes to my shoulders. My hair is so thick that the back and sides are shaved, but when my hair is down, I still look like I have more hair than many women. I have a wicked smile and mischievous hazel eyes that twinkle.
As I said, I have worked very hard over the last almost 2 years to be happy with myself, and I am now ready to meet someone. I have been on dating sites, and this is where I met Dustin. Dustin is 5 foot 10 with a muscular physique. He’s not a muscle-bound bodybuilder type but clearly looks after himself and has decent-sized, strong arms, chest, and legs. He’s got short brown hair, a neat beard and moustache, and lovely smiley eyes and is an absolute gentleman.
After chatting to Dustin for a couple of weeks via messenger after matching on a dating app, we decided to meet. We got on so well, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. We spent the whole afternoon together and went for a walk after having eaten lunch, and I just felt like I’d known him for years. Nothing happened on that first date, I dropped him back to his car, and we hugged goodbye, and off he went. We messaged daily and arranged a second date, this time deciding to drive to a nearby fishing village, of which there are hundreds to choose from in Cornwall. We just did whatever we fancied doing when we got there, having a lovely lunch and then going for a long walk along the sea front. This was where I asked Dustin to kiss me for the first time.
The kiss started off tentatively and quickly deepened as we relaxed into it. I was certainly very nervous, and I believe Dustin was too. We walked hand in hand back to the car, laughing and chatting and sharing the odd kiss when it felt right. It was a lovely afternoon. I drove back to Dustin’s place and parked outside. We chatted for a bit before it was time for him to go, we leaned in, and both enjoyed a very hungry kiss. We were both breathless when we broke the kiss, and to be honest, if Dustin had asked me inside, I probably would have said yes.
The following weekend I asked Dustin if he wanted to come to mine for dinner, which he accepted. We both had a fair idea we would end up sleeping together, and I was so nervous. Dustin was going to be the first new man I’d slept with in 22 years, and that felt massive for me. Saturday arrived, and I kept myself busy tidying the house and making sure I would feel as confident as possible when naked. I shaved, scrubbed, and moisturised. I don’t like the completely bare look downstairs, so I keep a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair on my mound, the rest is shaved, I made sure this was all as tidy as possible. I also prepared everything ready for cooking the meal. All this preparation helped to keep my mind off what might happen later and kept my nerves in check for the most part.
Dustin and I had arranged for him to get to mine late afternoon, and he arrived bang on time. We hugged and had a brief kiss hello before I offered him a drink. We chatted as I poured the drinks, and we decided it was way too early to eat, so we decided we would watch a film. I can’t honestly remember what film it was that we watched, as we very quickly started kissing. I’d snuggled up to him on the sofa, and the way he gently stroked my skin had me so hot and horny in no time. The kiss started off gentle at first but quickly became very hungry with my hands in his hair and with Dustin’s hands running over my back and shoulders.
Normally I’m quite ticklish, but Dustin’s touch was something completely different, and I felt like I was on fire. Then his hands found my breasts, and I couldn’t think straight. My ex had almost completely ignored my breasts, which, considering their size, is quite an accomplishment. He would give them the odd squeeze or suck here and there, but that really was it. I really didn’t think my nipples were very sensitive, that’s part of the reason I had the left one pierced a few months after the separation, that and hoping it would help my confidence, which it did. Whatever Dustin did to my nipples made my brain short-circuit or something. I couldn’t kiss him anymore, just gasp and moan and watch as he flicked and pinched my nipples through my top and bra. Dustin was clearly enjoying my reactions to what he was doing and happily continued to play with my nipples, kissing me when I was able to focus enough to do so.
I was so wet and turned on by this point and started pulling at Dustin’s t-shirt, which he helped me to remove by raising his arms. He followed my lead, removing my top and briefly playing with my nipples through my lacy bra while kissing the base of my neck. I think I got impatient, wanting to feel his hands on me, so I removed my bra, which elicited a greedy moan from Dustin. He passionately kissed me while flicking my nipples and squeezing my breasts before lowering his mouth to my right nipple, teasing it with his tongue and sucking on it while continuing to play with my left breast.
By this point I had laid back along the sofa with Dustin moving up and over me. My hands were running all over his shoulders, chest, and back, then moving up into his hair, holding him to my chest. I was panting and moaning, and my hips were in constant motion, grinding on the tight fabric of my jeans, pushing my soaking snatch against the bulge in his trousers. I reached down and started to undo his jeans, so Dustin sat back and began to unfasten mine. Dustin stood and pulled down his jeans and boxers, releasing his rock-hard cock, which is of average size with a large bulbous head that was just poking out of his foreskin. It was so hard all his veins were visible, and pre-cum was oozing from the tip. He was completely shaved and had gorgeous, firm balls.
As Dustin undressed, I watched, groaning when I saw how hard he was for me. At the same time, I lifted my hip so I could remove my jeans and thong, which was drenched with my juices. As soon as we were both naked, Dustin was back on top of me, kissing me hungrily, our hands roaming all over each other. My hands started in his hair but quickly ran down over his shoulders, round to his muscular chest, before tracing their way down to take hold of his throbbing penis in one hand and cupping his balls in the other. Dustin was kneeling forwards over me, holding his weight mostly off me on his knees and right arm as his left hand played mercilessly with my nipples before slowly tracing its way down to tease my lips.
The look of sheer lust in Dustin’s eye as he discovered how wet he had made me sent a shiver down my spine, and he groaned loudly. “Holy fuck, you’re soaking,” he exclaimed. “That’s what you’ve done to me,” is all I could respond as I pulled him back down into a deep kiss. I continued to stroke him as he continued to tease my pussy, gradually lowering his hips until I had to release his cock so it could nestle between the lips of my slipper snatch. We continued to kiss as he rolled his hips, pushing the underside of his ridged prick up and down the length of my slit and playing with my nipples. I was grinding back against him, both of us moaning and panting. After a few minutes I couldn’t take it any longer. “Please fuck me,” I begged.
Dustin leaned back, taking hold of his throbbing shaft and lining the head up to my entrance. He eased in slowly, drawing out the sensation and needy groans for both of us. As he bottomed out inside me, Dustin bent down to kiss me briefly, and then he started to move his hips. He worked his pelvis back and forth at a smooth, steady pace to begin with, but it wasn’t long before he was thrusting forcefully into me, his balls slapping on my ass as I met each of his thrusts with one of my own. We were both breathing heavily with sweat glistening on our bodies, and my legs were beginning to tremble as the warm tingle in my core started to rise and spread.
Dustin could sense I was close and started flicking and tickling my right nipple and kissing my neck as he continued to powerfully pump his cock into me. I was constantly moaning by this point and trembling all over when he firmly pinched my nipple, sending me tumbling over the edge. I cried out as convulsions ran through my body, juices flowed out of my snatch, and my hands clawed at his back. “Jesus, fuck, you’re tight,” Dustin groaned, and then he gave a final thrust deep into me, grunting as he emptied his balls deep inside me, drawing out more spasms from my body.
We lay like that on the sofa catching our breath as our combined fluids trickled out of my well-fucked hole and down my crack onto the sofa. After a couple of minutes Dustin’s cock had softened and slipped out of me, he sat back onto the sofa, taking in the sight of me glowing and sweaty lying there. He helped me sit up, and we shared a deep kiss. “I think we both needed that,” I said as we broke the kiss. We both chuckled, and Dustin agreed. I offered Dustin a shower, which he accepted, and then as I stood, he noticed the state of the sofa and apologised. “I’m as much to blame, and it’ll be replaced soon, so don’t worry about it,” I responded. I gave it a clean before joining Dustin in the shower.
After we had dried and redressed, I cooked dinner, which we ate while chatting. After we’d finished eating, we returned to trying to watch the film, but it wasn’t long before we were kissing again, and our hands were roaming. Dustin soon had my top off and again was making me gasp and squirm by playing intently with my nipples and kissing my neck. I reciprocated and had his top off, allowing me to pinch and rub his nipples and toy with the bulge in his trousers. We ended up in some weird and uncomfortable position, half off the sofa, so I suggested moving up to the bedroom, which Dustin thought was a good idea.
I led the way up the stairs with Dustin close behind me with his hands squeezing my round ass as we went. As we entered the bedroom, Dustin turned me by the shoulders to face him and hungrily kissed me while exploring my body with his hands. Our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths as I trailed my hands down his back and into the back of his boxers, kneading and squeezing his ass, pulling him into me. Dustin undid the clasp of my bra, which I let fall to the floor as he bent and sucked each nipple in turn into his mouth. I was panting and moaning, pulling him in as close as I could, grinding on him. As he worked on my nipples, he unfastened my jeans, which I let drop to the floor. As soon as I’d stepped out of them, Dustin pushed me back against the bed and got me to sit on the edge, still kissing me. He leaned over me, so I was lying on the edge of the bed. Dustin then kissed his way down my body till he was kneeling between my legs.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as Dustin extended his tongue and advanced on my thong-clad pussy. He licked the gusset of my soaked thong, pushing it between my glistening lips and making us both groan. He continued to kiss, lick, and suck at my puffy lips for a while before running his hands up my inner thighs and brushing over and under the fabric with his fingertips. After a few minutes I was completely soaking, moaning and grinding my pussy onto his mouth. Dustin took hold of the waistband of my thong and slowly pulled it down my thighs, I lifted my hips to help.
As soon as my thong was removed, Dustin dove into my gash with his tongue, groaning as he explored my depths. I cried out as he did this, my head dropping onto the bed and my hands entangling with his hair. Dustin alternated between tongue-fucking me and toying with my engorged clit, sucking and nibbling, then licking it with broad strokes. My legs were trembling, and I was panting and moaning when he inserted two fingers into my dripping cunt, curling them upwards as he sucked hard on my clit. Lightning shot through me from my core as I cried out and thrashed about on the bed, and love juices poured out of me. Dustin continued lapping at my snatch, savouring my nectar, until I stopped writhing. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you cum,” Dustin said as he climbed over me for another deep kiss. I groaned into his mouth, tasting myself on his lips.
As we kissed, my hands ran over Dustin’s shoulders, down his back, and round the waistband of his jeans to the front. I played with his bulge for a while before unfastening his jeans, inserting my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, and starting to tug them down. As I tugged at his clothes, Dustin stood, and I sat up as my hands followed his jeans, continuing to remove them. Dustin was now standing in front of me naked, his throbbing cock sticking straight out in front of him, beckoning me toward it with each twitch. A jewel of pre-cum had formed on the tip, and I licked my lips, moaning with need as I slid off the bed onto my knees in front of him.
Dustin was staring down at me transfixed. I looked up into his glistening eyes as I leaned in and licked the pre-cum from the head of his prick. We both groaned at that first contact. Dustin’s hands rose and rested on my head as my lips parted, and I sank my mouth onto the first new cock I had tasted in 22 years. All thoughts of taking things slowly and teasing him went out the window as a hunger took over me. I swirled my tongue around his pulsing shaft as I swallowed him, bobbing my head at an increasing pace. Dustin was groaning and grunting, his hands tangling with my hair, holding me firmly as his hips started to buck. I allowed him to hold my head firmly as he fucked my mouth, drool running from the corners of my mouth, my hands digging into his firm buttocks, encouraging him with each stroke. Dustin’s legs began to tense and shake, and he was panting heavily. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he groaned as I felt his manhood swell in my mouth. I hummed my encouragement and continued to suck, a couple more pumps of his hips and he thrust deeply into my mouth, firing spurt after spurt of warm spunk down my throat, which I swallowed hungrily.
“That was fucking amazing,” Dustin panted as he dropped to his knees, kissing me and tasting himself as our tongues swirled. We kissed and caressed each other’s bodies for a few minutes before we moved onto the bed. We cuddled up, our legs entangled as we kissed each other, our hands and mouths exploring. I was soaking, my juices running from my snatch as I ground against Dustin. His excitement was already building, jabbing into my leg as he teased my pussy lips with his fingers.
“Please,” I whimpered, “I need to feel you.” Dustin groaned and pushed me onto my back, climbing between my legs as I spread them as wide as I could. I lifted my head to watch as he slowly ran his leaking prick back and forth along the length of my slippery slit, coating it in my nectar. “Please,” I begged as I rolled my hips trying to capture his manhood. Dustin groaned and thrust into me, sheathing his sword to the hilt. We kissed passionately as our hips began to move, driving into each other with each thrust. The pace was slow and staccato to begin with, each thrust punctuated with a slap as our flesh met but gradually began to build up speed.
My legs were beginning to tremble again, my back arching and my hands clawing at Dustin’s skin. Dustin could sense I was close, lifting himself up onto his arms, he picked up the pace and the ferocity of his thrusts as he grunted his command, “Cum for me.” His words were my undoing, and I started to writhe under him, crying out and thrashing my head as currents of electricity coursed through my body. “Fuck,” he exclaimed as my pussy clamped around his prick as he fucked me through my climax, extending it.
As my orgasm faded, I was putty in his hands. Dustin pulled out of me and, with his strong arms, flipped me over onto my front, drawing my hips under me so my ass was in the air. As soon as he had me positioned, Dustin dove back into me, smacking his hips into my ass with force. He kept a firm grip on my hips, fingers digging in, holding me in place as he fucked me at a rapid pace. I tried as best I could to meet his thrusts with my own, but I was breathing heavily, and another climax was rapidly building. I could feel Dustin swelling inside me, and I cried out, “Oh god, yes, fill me up.” Dustin buried himself deep inside me as a torrent of cum flooded my pussy. Feeling him gushing inside me sent me over the edge, and I collapsed to the bed with Dustin still buried in me as I shook uncontrollably trying to catch my breath. We lay entangled on the bed as our breathing calmed and soon drifted off into a contented sleep on sheets soaked in sweat and cum.
Over the next couple of months or so, I saw Dustin 2-3 times a week, during which time we explored our surroundings and each other. I don’t know what was missing, but something was, a spark of some description. We had a good long chat and decided we were better off as friends. We toyed with the idea of being fuck buddies or friends with benefits, whatever you want to call it, but I felt that it would confuse the situation, so I decided just friends, no benefits. We still hang out on a regular basis, most of our friends are in relationships or have families and aren’t always available to do things. Dustin and I can keep each other company, and we’ve introduced each other to experiences the other hasn’t tried before.
One of these occasions was attending a small local festival. I’d brought tickets the year before when my friend said she would come with me. Unfortunately, things didn’t pan out, and she ended up not being able to come. I was facing going to the festival and camping for three nights by myself when Dustin offered to join me. I gladly took him up on the offer, as I really hadn’t fancied going by myself. Even though I knew there were plenty of people I knew going, I didn’t want to be a spare part. We sorted the details, and, as Dustin didn’t have a tent, I said he could share my bell tent.
Dustin arrived at mine, and we loaded my car. After so many uncomfortable holidays camping on thin roll mats in restrictive sleeping bags, I’ve decided comfort is key. I have a memory foam mattress topper that I can roll up and use in the tent, plus a double duvet and pillows. Dustin had his sleeping bag, which he intended to use but was happy to share the duvet when I offered. We reached the festival and did the 3-4 trips to and from the car down to the campsite and made ourselves a cosy camp on the edge of the campsite with a couple of windbreaks forming a little entrance into the tent and providing a little bit of privacy.
It was baking hot, so before we went off to explore the festival, we both got changed into something a bit cooler. Once changed, we headed off into the festival and mooched about all the different stands, activities, and acts. Dustin had been very organised and looked at the different acts and worked out what stage we needed to be at to see the bands we wanted to catch. We had a whale of a time, laughing, drinking, dancing, and singing. We bumped into lots of different friends who would join us and then disappear off to see something different. By the end of the evening, we were both buzzing and exhausted in equal measures as we returned to the tent. We snuggled up under the duvet, Dustin enthusing about how good an idea the mattress and duvet had been, before drifting off into a deep sleep.
As the sun came up and light started to fill the tent, I began to rouse from my sleep. It had been so warm the night before that we’d left the main flaps of the tent open with just the netting flapped across, although not fastened, to stop too many creepy crawlies from entering. The duvet had been thrown off during the night, and we had ended up with Dustin spooning me. His arm was around me with his hand just under my pyjama top, and I could feel his hardness pressing against me. We hadn’t been together sexually for about 6 months by this point, and neither of us had been with anyone else since. Needless to say, I was exceedingly frustrated and horny but didn’t plan on doing anything about it.
I lay still in Dustin’s embrace, enjoying a closeness I hadn’t felt in a long time, then Dustin started to stir. Dustin was always very good at getting me going with the simplest of touches, and I was very responsive to them. As he stirred, his hand started to move ever so slightly, tracing small circles across my skin. I’m pretty sure he was fully conscious of his actions and knew exactly what my likely reaction would be. Gradually his movements got larger, so his fingers were grazing the undersides of my breasts. My breathing had already exposed the fact he was turning me on, and as he gently caressed my skin, the rest of my body betrayed me, my ass pushing back into his solid prick, eliciting a groan from his lips, which swiftly met the skin of my neck.
I was lying on my side, breathless and grinding my ass against him as he nuzzled my neck and stroked in ever-increasing circles. His hand now trailing across the front of my pyjama bottoms and then up across the underside of my breasts. I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. “We shouldn’t,” I whispered, groaning as his fingers found my bullet hard nipple. “Tell me to stop and I will,” Dustin replied, looking me intently in the eyes as he mercilessly toyed with my nipple.
My brain was telling me to say stop, but my pussy was soaked and telling me to surrender, my pussy won. Dustin, sensing my surrender, bent down and kissed me hungrily, both of us groaning into each other’s mouths. We continued like this for some time, me grinding into his cock as he teased my nipples and we kissed hungrily. Dustin’s hand then began to travel south, across my stomach and encouraging me to lie flat on my back as it disappeared under the waistband of my pyjama bottoms. “Fuck, you are soaking,” he groaned as his fingers grazed over my already engorged clit and down between my slippery slit. I could only whimper and roll my hips into his hand in response as we continued to kiss.
Dustin teased my lips for a while before slowly inserting two fingers into my dripping hole. I was grinding my pussy onto his hand as he skilfully fingered me, rubbing just right on my G-spot. He moved his lips to the base of my neck as I could no longer kiss him, moaning and gasping as my breathing became panting and my body began to tremble. My back was arching as he played with me. “You are so fucking sexy like this,” he whispered in my ear, it was my undoing. I cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over me, and I thrashed about, grabbing at the bedding.
Dustin moved to sit over me, taking hold of my pyjama top and pulling it up over my head. He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth as he teased the other between his finger and thumb. I was still trembling and panting, my hips grinding against him. He slowly moved southwards, kissing down my stomach as he went, eliciting whimpers as he went. He took hold of my pyjama waistband and pulled it slowly down, revealing my glistening lips and thighs as I raised my hips to aid him. Dustin licked his lips, groaning, and dove straight in to feast on me and drink my nectar. Again, I cried out, unable to control myself, and the thought that anyone could overhear intensified the experience.
Dustin lapped at my liquid core, broad strokes from back to front, then flicking and sucking on my clit before penetrating me with his tongue as deeply as he could. My hands were tangled in his hair, holding him to me as I ground my pussy into his mouth. I was trembling and panting, moaning and cursing as he drove me wild. My juices were running out of me as he brought his fingers to my entrance and pushed two inside. “Oh fuck,” I cried out as sparks started shooting from my centre. Dustin, groaning into me, curled his fingers upwards inside me as he sucked my clit between his lips and lashed it with his tongue. With a gush of my juices coating Dustin’s face, I came hard, thrashing about and moaning loudly.
Dustin sat back on his heels, grinning in satisfaction as I lay there twitching and panting, trying to recover. “Feel better?” he grinned, wiping my juices from his beard. I looked at him, smiling in response, then as my eyes travelled south, they rested on the bulge in his boxers, and I groaned. Within seconds I had moved onto my knees and was tugging at his boxers and enjoying the cooling breeze coming through the tent flap across my wet lips and thighs.
Dustin sat back, straightening his legs so that I could remove his boxers before returning to his knees. We kissed as I began to run my hands over his stiff length and played with his nuts. As we kissed, I began to stroke him properly, gathering the pre-cum that was forming, swirling it over his head before running my hand back and forth over his throbbing prick. Dustin was soon panting heavily and thrusting to match my stroking, his pre-cum was flowing freely over my fist, and I had to taste it.
I bent forward onto my elbows with my hand still around his cock and with my ass in the air, my wet legs open to the cooling breeze. I licked up his shaft along the underside from base to tip, where I swirled my tongue before parting my lips and sinking my mouth onto his cock, taking him fully in. I teased his perinium with my fingers as I rolled his balls in the palm of my hand as I began to suck, moaning hungrily as I did so. Dustin was looking down at me, both his hands in my hair, tugging it as he gently thrust his hips, matching my rhythm. We were both groaning when suddenly Dustin went rigid. “Fuck, Angela, someone is watching us,” he almost yelped.
I had my ass to the tent flap, so whoever it was had already gotten a good view of me. I half looked over my shoulder, Dustin’s dick slipping from my lips, to see a tall, muscular man standing just inside the windbreaks that we had put up to cordon off our little camp. The large bulge in his shorts made it clear he liked what he saw. I was so turned on and horny by this point, all reason had left my mind. “Fuck it, let him watch, in fact, let him join in if he wants,” I stated as I turned back to take Dustin’s cock into my mouth. He groaned loudly as I swallowed him again, at the same time, I heard our new mystery friend enter the tent just behind me.
As I continued to suck Dustin’s prick, I could hear the mystery man moving about, and after a couple of minutes, he knelt, fully naked, next to me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that at least one arm and part of his chest were fully painted with tattoos and that he had an impressive hard-on. “You look so fucking hot,” he rumbled in a gravelly voice as he took hold of his erection and slowly started to stroke it. I groaned around Dustin’s cock, the sight of this stranger stroking himself over me exciting me even further.
Seeing and hearing my enthusiasm was all the encouragement the mystery man needed, bringing his other hand up to caress over my ass. His touch sent sparks flying through my skin as I continued to suck Dustin sloppily and moan. Dustin was transfixed, his hands once again entangled with my hair, hips thrusting, matching my pace, and his stare now focused on the stranger’s hand on my ass. Mr. X gradually increased the size of the circles he was rubbing around my ass until his fingers grazed against my dripping snatch.
“Holy shit, you’re soaking, you dirty bitch,” he groaned before proceeding to shove 2 thick fingers into me, causing me to cry out, releasing Dustin’s dick. “That’s it, fuck me with your fingers,” I begged as I returned my focus to Dustin. I was rocking back onto his fingers as I sucked and swirled my tongue around Dustin’s throbbing member, which was now leaking heavily and twitching. Dustin was panting and trembling as he sank his prick into my mouth. I was moaning constantly with saliva running from my mouth, and my rhythm was starting to faulter as my whole body began to tremble.
Dustin took over, holding my head firmly and really starting to fuck my mouth, Mr. X matching the pace and roughly fucking me with his fingers. With one final deep thrust, Dustin groaned loudly, burying himself in my mouth as rope after rope of cum sprayed down my throat, causing me to cough and gag, trying to swallow as much as I could. “That’s it, swallow his cum, slut,” Mr. X groaned as he continued to ram me with his fingers. Seconds later, I erupted with a powerful orgasm, slumping forwards as I shook uncontrollably, my insides clamping around his fingers.
As soon as my cunt released him, Mr. X removed his fingers before quickly moving to position himself between my legs, holding me firmly by one hip as he lined himself up with my entrance. “Oh god, yes,” I cried out, “fuck me,” and with that he thrust balls deep into me. He must have been at least 7 inches and girthy, stretching me wide open. He gave me a few seconds to adjust to his size, taking a firm hold of both my hips, and then he started to move. Dustin, panting heavily after his release, had moved to lie on his side in front of me. He watched intently as Mr. X started to slowly and deeply stroke in and out of my snatch, slowly stroking his cock, which was already beginning to stir.
Mr. X was using slow but powerful thrusts, which caused his heavy balls to smack against me as he bottomed out on each stroke. He fucked me like this for a few minutes before reaching forwards and cupping my breasts with his large hands. He pulled my body upwards, so my back was firmly pressed against his body as he continued to pound my tight pussy and began squeezing and mauling my tits. I was grunting and panting, sweat running down my body. My legs were beginning to tremble again, and I was completely at his mercy, then he moved one hand down and started to rub my clit. I cried out as electricity shot through me and lights flashed in front of my eyes as another massive orgasm ripped through me.
“Shit, you’re tight,” Mr. X hissed as my cunt clamped down around him, trying to milk his cock.
“So fucking hot,” Dustin exclaimed as he lay stroking his rigid prick.
Mr. X pulled out of my twat as soon as it released its vice-like grip on his member and lay on his back and helped me to manoeuvre so I was now straddling his hips. He held his throbbing shaft so it was pointing straight at my sloppy entrance so I could ride him. I lowered myself down his pole, moaning and twitching as I went, aftershocks sparking through me. Once I was fully seated on his sword, he took a firm grip of my hips as I began to rock back and forth. Mr. X was helping set the rhythm and was soon thrusting up into my snatch.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last much longer,” he groaned, looking at me hungrily, and then he turned his head to Dustin. “Are you going to get in here and really fill this slut up?” Dustin looked stunned. “Oh god, yes, Dustin, fuck my ass,” I begged, out of my mind with desire. It was like a switch had flicked in Dustin’s head, he was behind me in seconds, kneeling with his legs on either side of Mr. X’s. Mr. X then pulled me down into a hungry kiss, holding me still as Dustin slipped his fingers into my soaked snatch, collecting my juices to smear over my tight exit.
Dustin applied pressure with his thick thumb to my ass as I tried to relax and breathe. My ring gave way quickly, and his thumb slid in easily, both of us groaning at the intrusion. Dustin fucked me gently with his thumb for a few strokes before collecting more of my juices to smear over my hole before inserting two fingers this time. “Oh fuck, that feels so good,” I groaned, rocking back gently as he slowly fucked me. He worked my ass for a few minutes, stretching his fingers apart, opening me up wider. Dustin then collected more of my juices, which he again smeared over me before smearing more over his throbbing prick. He lined himself up with my exit. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice trembling with desire.
“Please,” I begged, pushing back as much as I could, trying to get his cock inside me. With that, Dustin started to push into me, slowly. I was panting and shaking, and when his bulbous head pushed all the way in, we all groaned. Mr. X lay there, keeping me supported and sucking on my tits, which hung in his face as Dustin slowly sank in deeper until he was filling me completely. “Oh my god,” I gasped in disbelief. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
Dustin started to move tentatively inside me, the motion pushing me up and down on Mr. X’s shaft. I was constantly groaning, absorbed in the different sensations I was feeling, the pressure, the stinging, and the stretch of my ass but mostly the pleasure that was coursing through my core. “Your ass is so tight, I’m not going to last long,” Dustin warned me. “Please, fuck me hard.” “Fuck, I want to feel it,” I demanded, causing both Dustin and Mr. X to groan loudly. With that, Dustin started to thrust into me hard, as did Mr. X from below. I could feel their hardness rubbing over each other as they squashed my thin wall between them, the feeling indescribable.
Dustin had a firm grip on my waist, and Mr. X had his hands digging into my hips as they both pistoned into me in opposing strokes. I had my hands bracing on Mr. X’s muscular, painted chest, unable to do anything other than produce a constant garble of cries and groans as they took me. Sweat was running down my body, my hair was plastered to my face, and my juices were streaming down my thighs, coating Mr. X’s balls and thighs. Suddenly I felt Dustin’s prick swell inside my ass. “Cumming,” he cried out just before spurts of cum coated my insides.
The first spurt triggered my release. I lost my hold on Mr. X’s chest, but thankfully both he and Dustin had a firm hold of me. I thrashed and convulsed, crying out in ecstasy, my ass and pussy trying to milk both cocks buried inside me. That set Mr. X off, he bellowed as thick ropes of cum erupted deep in my core, setting off more convulsions within me. I was gasping for air and completely dazed, seeing stars as I was pinned between these two pulsing pricks.
Dustin moved first, gently easing his softening shaft from my ass, releasing a cascade of cum. He then helped Mr. X lower me to my side, Mr. X’s spent cock slipping from my snatch. I was completely helpless, chest heaving as I tried to get air back into my lungs. “That was fucking amazing,” Mr. X panted as he kissed my forehead before moving away and retrieving his clothes. “Cheers,” he said to Dustin, giving him a fist bump before exiting the tent.
The last thing I remember is Dustin moving to lie next to me. He pulled me in so my head was resting on his chest and stroked my hair away from my face. “I can’t believe we just did that. That was totally mad, and I’ve never seen anything as hot,” he gushed. If he carried on talking, I have no idea, my eyes closed, and I fell into a deep sleep. I woke a few hours later, and Dustin had slipped out at some point and brought some cold water from one of the stalls at the festival. I drank it greedily before looking around at the mess. Needless to say, we ended up going back to mine to have a decent shower and get some fresh bedding. Thankfully, I didn’t live far away. We returned to the festival revived, although I think I may have been walking a little gingerly.
