Abbey Rains Nerd Girls (2160) (Into My, Who want)

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Description: I was as nervous as hell as G and I drove towards the suburb we had arranged to visit. Nervous, but with that fluttery horny feeling inside, we both knew what MIGHT happen, and to be completely truthful we both hoped it would, but the nerves! We had done some crazy, sexy things in the last ten years but this might just be the craziest. So we drove on, checking the GPS, with G constantly asking, "Are you OK?" I guess I was, because despite the nerves there was that old familiar twitch in my pussy, and I knew that the sexy black lingerie that I was wearing beneath my slacks was already showing a wet patch. Nerves? Probably so, but excitement too. I've always felt hot at the thought of seeing, touching, tasting and feeling a strange new cock, but this was - wow! This meeting promised to be very different to any of our previous experiences. How had it started? The usual way. We had run an ad on a swingersâ?? site and liked a reply which we received. G and I spoke to Damien on the telephone. He sounded nice enough. He talked easily, had some sexy ideas and had a suggestion about meeting us that blew me away when G asked me about it! Would we like to meet Damien at his shop? It had a small tea room at the back and, who knows, if we all hit it off, then perhaps things might go further. Stupid? Crazy? Dangerous? Yep, all of the above. I was initially worried that G could think of getting us involved in something so ridiculous. Once I had come to grips with it, the idea was SO FUCKING HORNY that I was almost fingering myself thinking about it in the days leading up to the arranged date. And I didn't tell G, but I masturbated madly one afternoon while he was at work! Yep, so 'fucking horny' pretty well sums it up. We had never met anyone at a shop before! We invariably met at a hotel, or a coffee shop or café first, to suss each other out so to speak. If we hit it off, then we might now and then adjourn to our car (where a quick feel up was always nice if the guy was very sexy AND we were very horny!) or a motel, or, most times, arrange to meet at a later date. So this was different (oh boy, it certainly was). Obviously, there were going to be few preliminaries here, no drinks, no 'getting to know youâ?? conversations. We both knew that something was very likely to happen, and if it did it was probably going to happen very quickly. And that in itself had my juices flowing! Anyway, G and I introduced ourselves to Damien, although I'm sure that he knew who we were the moment we entered the shop. We certainly must have stood out, wandering around, looking at nothing in particular, whilst Damien finished serving a customer. Either way, he certainly ushered that customer out the door in double quick time! We exchanged some small talk and before we knew it we were all crowded into his little tea room at the back of the shop. (Mind you he did lock the front door - but the entire frontage was glass and certainly wouldn't have given any of us anywhere to hide had someone unexpected called. We may have been forced to hide in that damn tea room for hours!) Anyway, we'd guessed right - there certainly were no preliminaries! We were straight into it - at least, Damien and I were. We began tongue kissing, and, as I felt him up through his jeans, he slipped my blouse up around my neck and quickly unhooked my bra, massaging and licking my breasts. A sexy enough start which escalated very, very quickly given that all three of us were as horny as hell! Within minutes I was down on him, licking and sucking him. I could even deep-throat in those days! G must have liked what he saw because he quickly undid his own pants and took out his cock - so I went down on him as well, sharing mouthfuls between the two of them while Damien's hand slid down inside my pants. I shuddered with pleasure as his fingers stroked and then entered my cunt. The moment his fingers began probing me, I wanted to feel cock in it - a big, hard, meaty cock. I was the centre of attention from two sexy guys who both wanted me and I loved it. I wanted them to kiss me, suck me, eat me, fondle me, and fill me with cock! I would happily have had Damien come in my mouth but that would have been too quick. Thank goodness he withdrew that thick cock, and turned me around so that my back was to him. Then he bent me over the hand basin and pulled down my slacks and panties. I dropped them around my ankles and stepped out of them - or at least out of one leg. I left the other around one ankle in the event that a super fast re-dressing might be required in an emergency! But in any case I was still almost completely naked, blouse up around my neck, my bra undone and my clothes on the floor! God, what if someone knocked on the door now? But none of us cared. I spread my legs wide and, reaching back, took his hard cock and guided it into my very receptive cunt. I felt him thrust deep into me, his soft hands massaging and squeezing my breasts and nipples from behind. I think everything was hornier than any of our previous threesomes simply because of the circumstances. I mean, yes, a customer might knock on the door but we could get away with that by simply not answering. Or hiding? Both thoughts were still very exciting though. But just say Damien's wife decided to pop in to say hello? And what if she had her own key? With me standing there almost completely naked and two guys with sheepish grins and huge erections - one of which happened to be up my pussy and the other in my hand at the time - it might have been difficult to get away with. "Oh, we haven't been doing anything really. Just having a coffee..." So it was this almost terrifying element of danger which had me quivering with excitement as Damien's cock slid in and out of me, harder, faster and deeper with each thrust. I'd only met this man five minutes before and yet I'd already deep throated him, licked his balls and now he was pleasuring me, his scrotum banging against my buttocks with each wonderful thrust. He certainly knew how to fuck; I know a good fuck when I meet one and I've met a few! I looked across to where G was now pulling his own cock as he avidly watched Damien screw me, pumping hard into the pussy that he had already watched so many other cocks plunge into. F, for example, had once had me five times in one fabulous unforgettable night; J would have me many, many times in the future, I had pissed on guys cocks - I LOVE that feeling, almost like an orgasm as I piss - and had guys piss on me, I had had one on ones, with G knowing about them but not being there. I had sucked and fucked on the board room table of a city office after hours; M and his gorgeous wife had both licked me and fucked me, I even had three cocks, one after the other, at a Swingers party. But this was as good as it gets and the drop of pre-cum glistening on G's cockhead told me that he was just as excited as I was! I wanted this to go on and on but I also wanted to see and feel cum too - fresh cum from my two lovers, spurting on me, up me, running down the inside of my thighs, hot and white. Damien's cock rammed hard into me again and again as I rubbed my clit and screamed as I came - something very unusual for me as I am usually unable to come through vaginal intercourse. I always need to PUSH which is difficult with a pussy full of meaty cock! But I came this time and then, believe it or not, I came again. And as I did so, I felt that familiar feeling inside my cunt which women recognise when their lover is about to shoot. I wanted to scream " Fuck me, root me, give me your cum...!" but I was too scared to shout, so I simply moaned the F word through clenched teeth. At the same moment I became aware that G was still pulling himself off, his cock just inches from my mouth. I licked the tip of it with my tongue, pushing it into the eye of his cock. I felt him shudder. His cock exploded in a burst of hot sperm, spraying onto my breasts and neck. Beautiful. God, I love it when I make a guy come! And I've probably watched or felt so many guys cum in me or on me over the years. (I should try to count them one day but it's pretty hard to remember them all. And I'm not the slightest bit embarrassed or ashamed about it.) Damien was one of them, as you've naturally guessed. Strangely, I can't remember now if he came up me or withdrew and shot his cum on my breasts along with G's. But it doesn't really matter. We all got what we came for (pardon the pun). What happened after that? I can't remember that either - from memory, I think that after we had exhausted our initial frenzied coupling, reality set in and it seemed like a very sensible move to replace discarded clothing,towel away excess spunk, and try to look as innocent as possible as we left the tea room. So that was our day at the shops. There was very little shopping done, of course, but you could say that afterwards I felt well and truly fucked! We never got with Damien again, strange to say. It just seemed that this one time was so exciting that to meet again would be an anti-climax (God, another unintended pun!) so we never did. We corresponded for a while but I never saw Damien, or his delightful cock, again. But G and I have recounted that day many, many times and no doubt we'll keep doing it because the memory of it is great. But then, the real thing was pretty darn good too! For those who want to know what I look like I have attached a couple of recent photos. The wet cum shot was courtesy of my lover.