The Jubilee Celebrations

By Amber.

Although Pete and I were disappointed we couldn’t get tickets for the jubilee music extravaganza, we were determined not to miss out. With this in mind, we boarded the early train. We arrived in London mid-morning and were chuffed when we found a reasonably quiet place at the edge of the Mall amongst the tree’s with a big viewing screen opposite. We had brought our food and drink; where we were, we could at least use our collapsible seats for the first few hours.

Oh, let me introduce myself and my hubby. I’m Jan, 34, while Pete is 37 and a great partner. We still have a hot sex life after 11 years. He loves my 34c tits and is always trying to get in my pants, and I knew today would be no different. The excitement was already giving us a good buzz. A good crowd surrounded us, and no one seemed to mind when people disappeared into the small copse of trees when we needed a call of nature.

By 7 O’clock, the crowd was much larger, and I was split from Pete, but I knew he was keeping an eye on me, more out of hope than anything else. You see, although he loved sex and everything with me, Pete was a bit of a cuckold, and after just two years, he’d told me how he loved to watch me getting attention from other men. Normally, it was just touching and chatting, but he persuaded me to consider going with other men on our last two holidays. On both occasions, I was fucked by men I had picked up and taken back to our room.

What surprised me was how much I enjoyed the teasing and chit-chat, and the sex with strangers was so special, and I knew I would do it again. More often, anyway. Back to the story, I was chatting to the three guys closest to me. Three serving soldiers had been involved in the previous day’s parade. All three were Irish guardsmen and very tall. Kem had hold of the lead of a large Irish wolfhound, the regimental mascot he explained in detail. They were all full of compliments and flattery straight from the blarney stone, great dress. Mickey smiled a big, welcoming smile, showing off those tanned legs. Kem whistled a giddy. Jan was loving it. The show was underway, and so were the wandering hands.

First around my waist, then rubbing just above my ass cheeks. I was wearing a button-through denim skater dress four inches above the knee. I felt fingers trying to undo the bottom buttons. At first, I put up a bit of a fight but soon weakened. I glanced across at Pete and saw that familiar look, full of lust, on his face. He loved my predicament. I got a shock. Kem cupped my chin and bent low, kissing me full on the mouth, so shocked my lips opened easily, our tongues entwined. It seemed to go on forever. I was lost. My pussy had been leaking before with their complements and roaming hands, but now it was gushing, and my nipples were painfully hard. Kem came up for air, and Buck took his place, his tongue lashing against mine, dancing to the music of ‘Queen’ on the screen.

I didn’t object or fight as I was guided into the trees behind us. One or two people may have noticed, but nothing was said. The three soldiers didn’t notice the shadowy figure follow and move behind us where he couldn’t be seen. The kissing continued one after the other, my ears, neck lips. My dress was fully unzipped, exposing my skimpy blue bra with nipples poking through hard and tingly and a soppy wet G string barely covering my neatly shaved pussy lips, red and excitedly swollen. My bra was pushed above my firm tits, and a mouth and fingers latched onto those nipples, biting and pulling. God, it felt so good. Even being called a filthy married slut didn’t spoil the thrill.

There was no resistance when hands pushed me down to my knees. I’d already had roaming hands fondling hard cocks through their trousers. It was not much more of a step to lower those zips, exposing what my body was craving. What I felt and then viewed didn’t disappoint three fat rock hard 7” plus pieces of cock meat pre- cum flowing from each one. I didn’t hesitate to taste each one, lapping at each pee hole and tasting their juices before taking them between my lips.

Hands still squeezing my tits, pulling at my nipples, while someone was moving behind me, fingers tracing a line along my thigh right under my soaking wet panting hanging away from my body. I was so wet. My mind was screaming when he stroked my swollen cunt lips.

“She’s fucking loving it the bitch is sopping. It’s pouring down her legs back here. Listen,” he shoved.

I don’t know how many fingers are up there. Not only could you hear it all squelchy, but you could smell my need. I was fully on my knees now, still with a cock in my eager mouth, but I could feel another stroking along my pussy lips from my clit to my arsehole. I felt myself pushing back, trying to get that cock I needed. I pulled back from the cock in my mouth.

“Fuck me, someone fuck me,” I moaned.

They did just that. I was full, then empty, then full again. Two of them were fucking me in turn.

“Keep fucking her mouth. The filthy slut will scream the place down if you give her a chance. Fuck my cock covered in her cum. Your fucking turn, Buck. Ram it home. She’s fucking cumming again.”

He was right; I was more than cumming. I was squirting juice everywhere. I could feel it jetting down my thighs, so good my mind was racing, loving every second, not wanting it to end.

It seemed to go on forever, and then one after the other, they grew hard up my cunt, then one at a time, they filled me, shooting rope after rope of spunk into my gaping twat. I was cumming again when I felt someone else lapping at my swollen hole. Oh, it felt so good.

“Your turn now, Seamus.”

Seamus, who the hell was Seamus? Then I realized it was their mascot dog.

“No-no-no,” I wailed.

“Don’t fight it, you fucking whore. You’ll fucking love being dog fucked.”

Mickey kept his cock rammed down my throat. My mind was screaming, ‘Pete, Pete, why aren’t you saving me from this.’ Then that tongue right inside, turning me inside out, upside down, so good, better than the fucking I had just had so rough and so exciting and so dirty. Then again, I was empty, but only for a few seconds.

“Up, boy.”

I felt the dog claws at my waist, pulling at me. The dog was so heavy, such a big animal. Buck guided his fat dog cock to its target.

“She’s the best yet, Kem. Her cunt is fucking gaping. Come on, Seamus. Fill your bitch.”

Then I felt the dog. The tip of the dog’s cock was on my thigh. I managed to spit Mickey’s cock from my mouth. I needed to see it. God, the dog’s cock was so big and red and slimy. I wanted it all. It must have been 10” long. I took Mickey back in my mouth and pushed my butt backward, spreading my legs wider. Then Seamus entered me with no thought for me. The dog rammed in fast, like a jackhammer in and out, and so hot, not like any man anywhere. That cock was stretching and filling my cunt. His balls bounced on my thighs.

Then, he seemed to get bigger and was pushing harder. He was filling the neck of my cunt. I know now he was knotting me before a continuous flow of dog fluid was pumped into my cunt, making me feel even fuller and causing me to orgasm time after time. I was so torn with lust I didn’t notice Mickey shooting spunk all over my face, nor the new cock enter my throat. I’m not sure how long it was before Seamus’s cock slid from my body, but what came with it must have been amazing dog spunk poured from my gaping minge, and the dog was licking me clean. God, I came again.

It seemed like seconds, but I knew it wasn’t. I was alone except for Pete, whose cock had filled my mouth after Mickey and was now spreading more sperm over my face. It was 15 minutes before I was clean enough to appear from the trees to hear ‘God Save the Queen.’ I missed the concert, but god, what a night. We often watched that night’s blurred phone videos before deciding to buy our dog, but that’s another story.

 

The End.

 

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