4 comments/ 254974 views/ 63 favorites Wife's Little Secret By: coops181 This happened to me several years ago but the memory is still very strong. I sometimes allow myself to drift back to that moment and a smile will linger as I wonder about that night. To all you young women out there, there is a lesson here! * * * My boyfriend Garry was a biker that I had met at a party a few years earlier. When I first met him, I thought he was gorgeous, my ideal man; he had managed to smooth talk himself into my pants in just a matter of hours. Of course at the time he didn't know that the main reason I had allowed this to happen was really only because I'd just split up from "the love of my life" of three years that very week. I was determined that if I went to this party (a wedding reception to be accurate) I would find someone to screw me, thus help me get over my former relationship permanently. Well, it worked! Garry was a brilliant lover, he took me to new heights of pleasure from the moment we first did "it". You see, I came with Garry, often. Oooh...he was good! Garry's only drawback was that he was very possessive of me; if I even talked to a guy or one chatted to me he would get very jealous. This of course made it almost impossible to flirt (which I really liked to do, and kinda did it well!) without him spitting the dummy out. Garry could get downright nasty about it, believe me. Still, sometimes it would be fun to chat up some hunky biker at a party, you know, lead him on a bit (if he didn't know I was with Garry). I would sneak a glance at Garry every now and then and watch him as he attempted to calm his jealous temper. I was such a cock-teaser! Occasionally it would be too much for Garry (especially if I went a bit too far, like sat on someone's knee), and he would make a big scene and drag me out of the party in front of everyone really pissed-off. Sometimes if this happened we would leave, and when we got back to his place we would have some pretty rough sex as he ranted and raved on about me being a cock-teasing little bitch! He thought I was just asking for trouble. "You'll pick the wrong bloke one day when I'm not around and he won't take 'no' for an answer," he would growl. Yeah, right! I was a petite brunette of five foot three, in my early twenties and I thought I was pretty special. Yep, I had my big hunky man Garry to look after me. I knew half his "bro's" wanted to get a piece of my ass. Hell, if I was given a bit of a free reign, who knows? Instead of just the occasional grope of my ass and titties (that I sometimes ignored) when I squeezed past them at a crowded party, I might have even let a few of them try me out for real! More than willingly! Anyway, there was this three day Rock Concert that was held an hour or so out of the city. It had been run by a fairly infamous motorcycle club for a number of years. I had been to it only once, which was before I had met Garry, and I wanted to go to it again. Most of my girlfriends were going so why shouldn't I too? Well my Garry said I wasn't allowed, too much trouble, I'd spoil his time because he would have to spend every (waking...lol) moment keeping me safe from all those lecherous bikers. He reckoned that all women were considered fair game at places like that! What a selfish prick, hey? Hmm, well I showed him he couldn't tell me what to do! Didn't I! * * * I'd been there for some hours mixing with the crowd of a few thousand trying to avoid Garry for as long as possible. My girlfriends who were mostly single had encouraged me to have some fun. And I was! I'd even made friends with a nice fellow from Tasmania (whom I was getting pretty hot about!). A few more drinks in me and come nightfall my inhibitions may have weakened even further and he might have had me going for it with him! (Didn't think I should always be a cock-teaser) As the day wore on I started to get a bit careless and was not looking out for Garry as well as I should have. I was sitting on a chair, well my Tassie friend was sitting on a chair, and I was sitting on his knee with my arm around his neck. I didn't even see him coming, just felt myself getting dragged to my feet by the scruff of my neck. Of course it was Garry; he had spotted me, the bastard, before I had a chance to really enjoy myself! Wasn't he pissed off, and what a carry on! I thought he was going to kill me, he was that mad! He had seen one of my girlfriends earlier on and she had "fessed up" that I was at the concert, bitch! Garry wouldn't let me out of his sight then, so there was little chance I was going to have any fun with Mr Tassie now! At least he let me get a bit drunk as the day turned to night. And while under his watchful eye, I still tried to have some fun and danced around to the loud music that was thumping out from the stage. Unfortunately, I slipped over in a puddle that had just been made by a water-truck used to keep the dust down and had gotten my jeans saturated. This probably made me look a lot worse for wear than I really was. I still hadn't dried out when Garry decided we were going to crash-out in the big tent. It was now in the early hours of the morning, the concert was still raging and I would have liked to stay up partying some more but Garry was insistent. I had spoilt his fun and I would do as I was told! When we entered the old army-tent, even though it was very dark, I could just make out the shapes of numerous bodies already asleep. There was at least one couple screwing in the corner, although I wasn't sure who they were, I could just see the white backside of a man going up and down between some girls open thighs. Has she got no shame, I thought pompously! Garry found a spot about two-thirds of the way in and spread out a couple of sleeping-bags for us to lie on. Of course I had to take off my tight jeans seeing they were still very wet from the puddle I had fallen in and it was cold and uncomfortable with them on. I was fairly certain Garry was going to want to screw me, even though he was still mad with me, but surprisingly he left me alone and I soon fell asleep without any trouble. Well, for awhile that is. Yep, I wasn't too sure how long I had been asleep, but he was at it, he just couldn't help himself! I could feel his hand moving on my firm buttocks, admittedly it was a nice warm sensation so I didn't try to resist, and I merely continued to feign sleep. Very slowly he started to run his hand up and down my butt and bare thigh as I lay on my stomach. It was a nice feeling but I was still angry with him as I knew he was with me. Men! What is it with them that they think they can have sex with you still when you're fighting with each other? If I just continued to ignore him by pretending to be asleep, I thought that maybe he would stop. Well, of course that didn't seem to stop him; he was now rubbing my pussy through my knickers (only "bad" girls wore g-strings back then). It did start to feel pretty good though, I must say. He ran his hand down to the back of my knees and, very gently, pushed my legs apart a few inches. He worked his hand back up my inner thighs to my moist panties and continued to rub me through the thin material. I was starting to get hot and almost sub-consciously, I parted my legs a little bit further. This allowed him to slip a finger under my panties and work them to one side. He then touched my bare flesh and rubbed a finger along my juicy lips several times. Gradually he parted my labia open and began to insert a finger in past my tight opening. Of course my youthful entrance was tight at first, and he worked first one then two fingers into my hungry little pussy. He slid them in deep and soon I began to gyrate with my hips slightly. This must have been the response he was waiting for because he gently withdrew his hand from inside my panties and grabbed my hip, slowly rolling me onto my side so my back was towards him. Still, not a word was spoken, I knew what he wanted. With some minor assistance from me he slid my knickers down far enough for me to remove a leg from them. There was something very exciting about all this for me, as the tent was full of sleeping hunky men by now, their silhouettes' barely discernable in the darkness. I was aware of him moving about a bit and I guessed he was most likely unbuckling his jeans and sliding them down. Soon his hands were back on my butt, only this time he moved a hand around to my front and rubbed my slit apart so he could play with my engorged clitoris. I could feel his hot cock touching my bottom and I poked my ass back towards him provocatively. He moved the hand that was playing with my love-button down to raise my leg a little before moving it back to my pussy and fingered my flaps open. I could feel his almost urgent manoeuvring as he got himself into a better position. Now I could feel it...yes...he started to rub his engorged knob up and down the entrance to my narrow love-tunnel. I knew that I was well and truly lubed-up, and he ever so slowly began to insert his hard penis. I knew I had quite a tight little cunt even when fully aroused as I was at that moment and he was still having a degree of difficulty getting his big knob in past my entrance. I found myself pushing back eagerly and I raised my leg even higher to try and help him ease his cock in. Aah...yess...bit by bit he worked his thick pole in, and I gave out a low gasp when my vaginal passage was finally filled with his hot meat. Even though there was a band still playing and the music was loud, I could hear the steady breathing of the person sleeping in front of me. He was fairly close and I could have easily touched him, so as Garry began to slide his very hard cock in and out of my slippery hole I was careful not to bump into the man in front. Didn't want an audience, did I? Well not intentionally anyway. Garry reached under my top and fondled my breasts one at a time, tweaking my sensitive nipples and rolling them between his fingers. I wanted him to suck on them but of course he was unable to while fucking me from behind. A wicked thought crossed my mind, what if the fellow in front of me awoke; maybe he would like to play with me too. The thought was excruciatingly erotic to me and I fantasised about being "sandwiched" between these two men. Was it at all possible? Oh I felt like such a slut when I was being fucked, I think I would have let "Billy Butterfly" have me if he dared. Just the fact that I was having sex in a tent full of mostly males was a big turn-on in itself for me, as I had never done anything so wicked before in my short life! Garry had only pumped his cock in me a few times before I felt an orgasm building up swiftly. I was not sure why but his cock did feel thicker than normal, maybe because he hadn't gone down on me first and fingered me for awhile like he usually would. Yes that was probably it, I had thought, of course. When my orgasm began I couldn't help but let out a series of groans and moans. My toes curled up into tight balls and I shuddered and rolled my head back and gripped the sleeping-bag for support and Garry began to thrust away even faster. Oh, it was beautiful, short but beautiful and I was sure I would come again before he finished such was my excitement. My orgasm had barely subsided when Garry's strokes became more urgent and I guessed he was probably close to coming, too. I must admit, this surprised me as Garry usually had great staying power when he had been drinking! He had the opposite to "brewers droop" and sometimes he would pound away at me for so long that my poor little pussy was tender for a couple of days! His technique was slightly different, probably because he was trying to be a bit sneaky, but one thing I was almost certain of; Garry was not far off coming. He gripped my hips with both of his hands so he was able to thrust in harder and harder. I was having trouble not bumping into the sleeping man in front of me, and to be honest, at that moment I didn't even care! I almost wished that he was listening or even reach out and touch me while Garry fucked me. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind, if I stopped him now I could get him to finish both of us off in the good ol' missionary-position! Nothing beats having my legs drawn right back so he can get even better penetration and grind away at my clit at the same time! But no sooner had I thought about it than he ground himself in roughly and grunted deeply into my ear. I knew it was too late, he was coming! He ejaculated with enough force that I actually felt his hot seed squirt against my cervix! His hands gripped my buttocks firmly and he ground in like there was no tomorrow! I could hear him panting from the exertion; he lay there with his cock still firmly embedded in my mostly satisfied pussy. Admittedly I was so close to coming a second time, which probably had more to do with my extreme state of arousal from just fucking in a tent full of sleeping bikers. I know that for some perverse reason I had hoped we were discovered, just like the couple that I had seen fucking when we first came into the tent. Yes, I wanted to feel like a "dirty girl" just this once. We still hadn't even spoken to each other, and this in itself contributed to my heightened sexuality during our wild screw, no matter how quick it was! I didn't want to loose the moment and I quickly reached down to my engorged clit. Oooh...it felt sooo damn gooood...with only a few rubs I was able to finish off my second orgasm, my pulsing vaginal muscles squeezed Garry's still twitching cock firmly milking out any of his remaining sperm. I lowered my leg and Garry slowly withdrew his long, thick love-muscle. He still didn't speak to me and he backed away. I was drifting off in post-coital slumber and was only barely aware of him getting up and pulling his jeans back on. There was a break in the music and all was fairly quiet for some minutes. I thought I heard him kick a glass over as he moved out of the tent and I could hear someone snoring. If the music had stopped much earlier I was sure we would have had an audience with all our grunting and flesh slapping! Some of his big load of come was starting to run down my leg, so I removed my panties completely and used them to mop up the big mess that was oozing out of my ravaged cunt. I was just starting to drift back off to sleep when someone lit a cigarette-lighter briefly. I opened my eyes at the same time and noticed how close I was to the man sleeping in front of me. Then I gasped at the realisation of who it was! I could have died of fright on the spot! In that brief moment of illumination I had easily recognised who it was, I didn't want to believe it but there was no doubt...it was my man...it was Garry! My heart was racing. Oh my God, what have I just done? I didn't want to believe it but it was true! I still had my hand on my recently fucked pussy and felt both angry and a bit scared. What was I going to do? Was I going to tell Garry that I just let someone fuck me as he lay sleeping beside me? Would Garry believe me if I told him that I thought it was him? My mind was doing back-flips trying to figure out what had just happened. It was pretty obvious that at some time not long after I had gone to sleep Garry had gotten up, probably to have a leak or something, then come back in and had swapped sides for some reason, maybe because someone had already taken his original position? I decided to keep it a secret as I knew Garry would have blown his top, big time! I had only to think back a couple of years earlier when we had not long been going out together; a "bro" of his had conned on to me at a party that I shouldn't have been at because Garry was away working for a few weeks. Well his "bro" had gotten me pretty drunk and taken me back home on his bike. We were alone and I thought he was cute, who would ever know? Hmm...well he had tried to fuck me. I mean, he really tried, and in my drunken state I had let him. But he couldn't get it up, he had a limp dick, or certainly one that was not hard enough to penetrate my tight little hole and it was a non-event. He tried and tried but it just was not hard enough to go in. Maybe if I had been willing to suck his cock (which I wasn't) it may have happened? So apart from some really excellent cunnilingus that he gave me before he left, we both missed out and he left all dejected! Well I don't know how, but Garry found out about what had happened and he gave the "bro" one hell of a hiding to remember! I had got off almost scot-free luckily. Still shaking from my sudden discovery, I slipped on my jeans and snuck outside past a few drunken bikers and headed for the portable restrooms that were only a hundred yards away or so. I then cleaned myself up and rinsed off my come-soaked knickers and re-dressed. I still couldn't believe what had just happened to me and I was almost too scared to return to the tent again. I worked up my courage and started to head back. When I was about halfway to the Garry's camp and tent, guess who I should bump into? Mr Tassie! Yes, the hunky guy I had met earlier when I had first arrived at the concert. Well of course he wanted to talk to me, said he really liked me and was disappointed I had left him in the lurch when my boyfriend had found me as he thought we were getting along great. Hmmm, we were too and I thought to myself that had Garry not intervened I would probably have had Mr Tassie's come oozing out of me by now! No, of course I wouldn't have. I just would have continued to tease him, which was what I really liked to with men. Of course I was still upset by what had just happened to me, after all, it really was rape! And to make matters worse, the culprit's identity was a complete mystery to me! I could tell Michael (Mr Tassie) sensed that something was wrong. As we sat down to talk, he dropped another bomb-shell on me by telling me that he had been looking for me earlier on and had snuck into the big tent sometime after he had seen Garry take me in there. My heart skipped a beat at his admission. So it was you, you bastard! I thought to myself angrily. Now Michael stood about five foot ten, had long dark hair in a ponytail and was clean shaven; I thought he was very good looking, but at that moment I could have scratched his eyes out! He noticed my sudden agitation and asked me to listen to him. He told me he had heard me having sex in the middle of the tent...even over the loud music, as he was standing just inside the tent door. In the dim light he had seen the biker he at first thought was Garry get up and leave via the opposite doorway. It was Michael who had flicked on the cigarette-lighter to see if it was me who had just been fucked. That's when he realised what had happened as he recognised Garry still asleep next to me. I was speechless for a moment, and then I blurted out, "Are you going to tell Garry?" I was on the point of tears. The music was still quite loud where we were and Michael suggested we go down to the bottom of the hill where it was a bit quieter and easier to talk. Naively I thought it was a fair idea and I hoped that if we talked a bit more he could assure me that he would keep my secret. Michael led me down the hill past a lot of little camps. Some people were still up partying. It was fairly easy to see as it was only a couple of nights past a full moon. We came upon a big old car parked in a private area and started talking again. Michael was very sympathetic about my predicament and promised not to say a word to anyone... but only if I gave him a kiss, nothing else! "Mmmm," I thought that it sounded pretty fair, "Just a kiss?" "Just a kiss...but a good one, a proper kiss," he clarified. I dropped my head down with slight embarrassment when he took me in his arms; it all seemed so formal at first. But he wasted no time and gently he lifted my chin so I was looking him in the eye. Our lips met softly; his kiss was long and very passionate; I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth and our tongues entwined sensuously. His arms were around me rubbing my back and shoulders. It all felt very nice I thought as we kissed. Wife's Little Secret But of course he just had to slip a hand up and under my top and fondle my breasts! I pulled away from his embrace and told him that we had better stop it. In the moonlight I could see his lust rising in his dark brown eyes. He insisted on another pash and I reluctantly allowed him to kiss me again. Of course his hand went back to my breasts and his thumb rolled one of my nipples that had by now become very erect. He had his other hand down on my bum and he was pulling me into his groin. I had sobered up completely by now and I was thinking to myself that it was just as well because I may have not wanted him to stop! But I did want him to stop, I was already feeling very guilty about my mystery root and I knew I should not have been down here alone with this attractive man. For the second time I broke from his lips. He still had a hand under my thin top and he was rubbing his body against mine. I told him I liked him but I had better get back to Garry before he noticed I was missing. Then Michael upped the ante. The new deal was that I gave him a head-job! He reckoned I had got him all worked up and couldn't leave him like this! I tried to reason with him but he wouldn't let me go. I should have known this was going to happen! "You promised Michael...just a kiss...be fair!" I pleaded hopelessly. I never was very keen on giving head; Garry's cock is quite large with a big round knob and it hurt my mouth to suck him off for too long. I didn't want to suck Michael's cock regardless, I just wanted to go. Again I told Michael he was being unfair, and then he started to get a bit angry, calling me a little cock-teaser. Either I sucked him off, or if I preferred, I fucked him...if not Garry was going to hear about my little secret! I felt so stupid trusting this man and coming down here with him to talk. He was getting madder and I was feeling scared. I felt I had little choice, so I decided to try and suck him off. I figured that with his pants down I might be able to run away given the chance. I knew that I certainly didn't want to have my pussy filled with come again! "Just for five minutes...no longer...okay?" I offered. He smiled and nodded his head. "Five minutes...and you are not to come in my mouth...promise?" "I promise I won't come in your mouth," he added, a little sarcastically. I got down onto my knees and Michael quickly unbuttoned his jeans and released his manhood only inches away from my face. My heart was pounding against my chest at what I was about to do. There before my eyes was his long, very long penis. I couldn't help but compare his organ to Garry's; I thought that it lacked the girth of my boyfriends and was thankful to see that his circumcised helmet was no where as large as Garry's. But his cock was definitely the longest I had ever seen in real life, I guessed that it was probably eight inches long, or even more! I had no trouble getting my lips around his penis and slowly lowered my head down onto his hard cock. Michael held my head and tried to force himself further into my mouth even further and I did have trouble stopping myself from gagging. He pulled my head back and forth like he was fucking my mouth. I had never experienced this sort of thing before and I placed both my hands around his length to try and stop him from forcing himself in to far. Even so, I did nearly choke on his length numerous times. He would then pull out and turkey-slap me with his weapon, believe it or not a hard cock slapping your face hurts, and I was soon encouraged to try and take him in even further. While I bobbed my head back and forth he reached down and pulled my top up exposing my breasts to the cool night air. He made me stop sucking him for a brief moment so he could remove my top completely. As soon as I re-commenced slurping on his long pole Michael started to play with my firm young breasts. At least with his hands fondling my boobs and not on my head I had some control over how much of his penis I had to suck. "Mmmph...that has to be five minutes Michael...mmmph...come on that's enough...please...mmmph..." I begged, between mouthfuls of his cock. "Just keep going...you can't stop now...Claire...keep sucking...you're getting better," Michael said encouragingly. "Mmmph...my jaw...mmmph...it's getting sore...mmmph..." I must have been sucking him off for several minutes when he finally allowed me to stop. Thank God, it was over! But my relief was short lived. Michael lifted me up off my knees and pushed me up onto the car bonnet that he had been leaning against. He sucked on my swollen nipples hungrily and started to undo my tight jeans! I should have known it was going to happen...men are such animals sometimes! "Nooo...Michael...you promised...nooo...you can't do this...I sucked your cock...please, just let me go..." There was no stopping him now and he had my jeans undone and roughly worked them down past my hips. I tried to hang onto them but he was being so forceful that I thought I would be pulled off the car and I had to grip the edge of the bonnet near the windshield instead. "Michael...nooo...not like this...please..." I cried in vain. Once my tight jeans were past my thighs he pulled them off the rest of the way quite easily and discarded them on the ground beside the car. Then he reached up and hooked his fingers into the band of my recently washed knickers and simply tore them off me in a matter of mere seconds. His eyes feasted upon my nakedness in the strong moonlight, my neatly trimmed pussy with its recently shaved labia the centre of his attention (I had only done it the day before, for the first time ever, Garry hadn't even seen it!). The car bonnet was cold against by naked skin and I pulled my legs up to cover myself from his lust-filled gaze. "You can't do this to me Michael...please...it isn't fair. Can't I just finish sucking you off?" I pleaded again. He paid no attention to my cries and merely grabbed my legs and dragged me closer to the edge of the bonnet. He had me by the ankles and I knew that fighting him was now was probably useless but still I tried. He wrestled with my legs and as I grew weaker he finally managed to spread my legs apart. Then he moved into position between them. I tried not to look when he came in closer. He then rubbed the underside of his length along my moist pussy whilst still holding my legs open as far apart as they would go. "Guide me in Claire," he demanded. "Nooo...please don't...Michael..." "Just fucken do it!" he hissed through his teeth, while he looked at me angrily. I knew it was going to happen, but still I hesitated a moment longer. Had I really asked for it, I wondered? Then with a sigh I accepted my fate. I now wanted it over! The sooner the better I thought, and I reached down and found his cock. He moved back slightly and I aimed his hard dick towards my wet slit and he leant forward until I could feel his manhood touch my opening. I then rubbed it along my slit a few times until I could feel myself opening up and he flexed his hips forward. It took surprisingly little effort for him to penetrate me and I could feel my juices, and no doubt some semen, squeeze out when he plunged in deeply. Michael began to thrust away vigorously and once I became accustomed to his cock I too was lost in the moment. My lust soon overtook my initial reluctance; after all I did love to fuck! I was soon matching each of his long strokes with my rocking hips. Oooh...yess, this was the sort of fucking that I really enjoyed; hard and fast! I gripped his arms for greater control of my own enthusiastic fucking. Each time Michael thrust into me he grunted aloud, I was also getting vocal; this time there was no one close to hear me! I stared straight up at him and egged him on, "Harder... go on....argh ...fuck me... mmmph... harder ...give it to me..." I clenched my teeth and screwed my face up as I glared at my attacker. To be taken like this appealed to my animalistic urges. I was soon lost in the pleasure of it all, and my totally wanton abandonment had me cry out for more! I knew it was not going to take long, it just felt sooo good and my orgasm exploded through me like a Chinese New Year celebration, "Ahhh ...ahh...ah ...arrmm...yesss," I groaned deeply. Still he kept fucking me. I could see his long tool glistening with each of his hard thrusts. He was telling me, "This is what... you wanted ...you little slut... isn't it, hey?" I just looked back at him through my glazed eyes. "Go on...fucken say it!" I could hardly talk and a second orgasm swept over me, it was so close to my first, almost a continuation of the first one, something that I had never known before, even with Garry! "Mmm...oooh...yes...yesss..." I cried out breathlessly. Before I had a chance to recover, he stopped fucking and withdrew his cock from my still contracting pussy, I was pretty sure he hadn't come. He lifted me down off the car and had me squat before him on my weak legs, then forced his cock back in my mouth and started to fuck my face again. I lapped at his cock with a greater passion this time, making loud slurping noises as his penis popped in and out of my lips. I could taste the combined juices of my own and that of the man that had fucked me in the tent. I felt totally insatiable at that moment and I don't think I would have stopped if Garry suddenly arrived! After a few minutes he pulled me back up like a rag-doll and bent me over the car. He raised one of my legs up onto the bumper and moved in behind me. His hands pushed my ass cheeks apart and he re-inserted his cock into my pussy and began to screw me again. His cock was in deeper than I thought was possible this time. It even hurt a little when he rammed himself all the way in and I asked him to take it a bit easy! Instead he just fucked me harder! That was what he wanted to hear I guessed. I was almost crying when with a brutal thrust he buried himself deeply and came at last, another load of sperm planted close to my womb! I was still catching my breath when I heard someone call out, "Hey you!" Michael had just starting to withdraw his long slug from my hole. On reflex I looked over towards the direction the person had called out from. As soon as I did a flash went off. Some bastard had just taken a photo of us together! Startled, I quickly slid off the last couple of inches of Michaels cock and made an attempt at covering my nudity with my hands. Two men walked casually towards us from the shadows of the tree-line no more than five yards away. One of them was not much taller than me; skinny, with long dark hair and a goatee; the other biker was taller but he was also a lot heavier, and he was bald. I guessed that the skinny one was about thirty and baldy was probably close to fifty! I had seen them earlier in the day when I had first met Michael and I figured then that they were his mates. "Hey Mickey Long-dick," Baldy greeted Michael, a name that befitted him I would now have to agree. "Nice!" Baldy said as he looked me up and down. "This is that little piece of fluff that you were with earlier on isn't it? Thought you'd fuck her! What a maddie, hey!" Now I was really worried, I wanted to run and bent down to pick up my clothes. The men were talking about me and commenting on the great performance they had just witnessed. Then I heard the words that had my heart pounding with fear. "You took long enough bro...now it's our turn," old Baldy said. I now had my clothes together and tried to bolt, but Skinny caught my arm and said, "Hey honey, it's alright, we wont take long...I promise." I started to cry and begged them to let me go, promising not to tell anyone. They just laughed! Both of the bikers forced me back onto the car bonnet, their hands were all over me. I closed my eyes and began to sob, afraid of what was about to happen. One of the men began to lick my ear and neck and tried to kiss me. His breath smelt strongly of whisky. The other one had forced my legs open and had poked two or three fingers into my sore pussy then began to suck my nipples. I heard a car door open and close again moments later and I heard Michael say he had laid out a rug on the ground for them. I couldn't believe what was happening to me and wished my man Garry would suddenly appear and flog these creeps! Garry had always warned me about things like this. He had told me stories of girls "tossed-up" before, sometimes they might have been fucked by twenty men or more! Sometimes it would last all night, Garry had said. Of course I thought he was just exaggerating to stop me from going to places. This just couldn't be happening to me, I was a nice girl from the country. Hell, I'd only had sex with four different men before tonight! Baldy picked me up and dropped me onto the large rug. I was momentarily stunned, like a rabbit in a spot light before it gets shot, as I watched both men undoing their jeans and leering at me. Michael had picked up their camera and took a couple of photos, the bastard! I kept telling them that I didn't want to do this, but it made no difference. I was leaning back on my elbows trying to back away when Baldy knelt down and grabbed me around the back of my head and forced my face onto his crotch. His penis was flaccid and I clamped my mouth shut when he tried to rub it in past my lips. "Fucken suck it bitch!" he snarled meanly. Still I refused, and then he whacked me in the ear and again demanded I start sucking his cock. I briefly saw stars and my ear was ringing, tears were rolling down my face now and I reluctantly began to suck on his slowly hardening dick. Michael told me to stop fighting it, they were good mates of his and they would be nice to me if I was nice to them. Bastard! I thought to myself again. I was holding Baldy's semi-erect cock and bobbing my head back and forth a little when I felt my legs being forced apart. Even with my eyes clamped shut there was no mistaking the feeling of a tongue as it began to lap away at my vulva energetically. I opened my eyes briefly and watched Skinny's head between my legs. Every now and then his tongue found my clit and he would flick it for a few seconds. I felt both disgusted that this man would lick out a pussy dripping with his friends come, and relieved at the wonderful soothing sensation his ministrations was having on my tender swollen lips. Of course I was concentrating more on my little pussy being licked than I was on the stubby penis in my mouth. They weren't being overly rough anymore and I had calmed down, too. I decided that the smartest thing to do was to respond as best I could, that way I hoped they would both get their rocks off quickly and it would all be over. I hated to admit it, but Skinny was an expert with his long tongue and after several minutes, and quite unbelievably, I had one of those orgasms you can only have when your clit is licked...well! I couldn't help it and I felt "dirty", how could I have come under the circumstances? Soon they rolled me over and made me kneel in the doggie position. Skinny had removed his jeans completely and was in front of me. His penis was only a few inches away from my face and he looked fully erect. Not having seen to many cocks in my young life I guessed him to be fairly average in size, his knob was unusually pointy though and his shaft curved to the left slightly, but because of his stature his cock looked a bit big for his body. He moved in closer so I could give him a head-job, this time I did not try to fight it and opened my mouth before lowering my head down onto his cock. Baldy was playing around with my ass and I felt him insert a finger in my pussy and run it in and out a few times. He then spread my cheeks apart and I was certain he was trying to stick his half-erect cock into my poor ravaged cunt. Even with half a fat I didn't think he would have any trouble entering me after what I had been through (or what had been through me, more precisely!). Eventually Baldy succeeded in slipping his cock in, at least a bit of the way. I supposed he suffered from "brewers droop", or maybe it was because he was old. Whatever the reason it didn't matter now, he was in, and even though I could only barely feel him inside me he was going for it madly and I could feel his oversized ball bag slap against my clit with his erratic thrusts. I thought if I tensed my vaginal muscles it would make him come quicker, so I concentrated on clenching them. I almost laughed when all I succeeded in doing was to pop his dick out of my sloppy hole! Baldy just couldn't get it back in then and he told Skinny he wanted to change ends. Skinny reluctantly removed his hard length from my mouth and together they spun me around. Skinny positioned himself between my knees and I gave a squeal as he plunged his hard meat straight in and after just a couple of slow strokes he went into hyper-drive, banging into me powerfully. Occasionally he would slap my ass and yell out obscenities. Of course old Baldy wanted me to resume giving him head but my heart was not in it! I was now only barely aware that Michael was still close by and a few times the ground would light up as another photo was taken while his two friends fucked me. I heard him cheer on Skinny, telling him to slam it into me hard as that's what I liked (which of course is true!). Even Baldy's cock had hardened up to a degree as I sucked and licked his puny cock. Still; I had little or no difficulty in taking his whole length in my somewhat small mouth! I just hoped he didn't blow down my throat, which was almost too much for this little girl to bear thinking about. Skinny stopped momentarily, and withdrew himself from my juicy cunt. He gripped an ass cheek in each of his hands and spread them apart wide. He took me completely by surprise and before I knew it he had lined up my rosebud and forced most of his cock in! "Oooh....mmph....mmph....noooo..." I mumbled with Baldy's cock in my mouth. I had only tried anal sex once before and it had hurt! But this time I felt only a small amount of discomfort which didn't last very long. Maybe it was because Skinny's cock was so pointy, and I guessed probably also because of the copious amounts of love-juice and jism that was spread all over my two holes, but after only a couple of attempts he had his cock buried to the hilt quite easily! Skinny only managed to give my tight, almost virginal ass-hole a few wild pumps before he grunted loudly and blew his wad deep in my rectum, the first man to ever come in my butt! "Aaarh....mmmph....mmmph..." I sighed, now there was just one more to go, I thought to myself as Skinny slowly withdrew his cock while chuckling evilly at his magnificent accomplishment. I wondered if he could tell he was more or less my first. Now I was all Baldy's and he pulled me forward and rolled me on my back then he straddle my prone body moved between my open legs. I couldn't help but look up at him with contempt while he rubbed his almost pitiful slug around my gooey opening. He was a lot harder this time though and I guessed his cock was maybe five inches long at best and not all that thick. He proceeded to lie on top of me and his weight flattened my heaving breasts. Then he tried to kiss me, yuck! I would rather suck his cock I thought but he continued to slobber over my mouth and I was forced to kiss him back before I couldn't breathe. I momentarily broke from his sloppy kiss when I felt him rubbing what I guessed was his cock closer to my stretched hole. "Well...can you get it in this time...hey?" I sneered at him as he used his hand to line himself up. After a few unsuccessful attempts he finally managed to get his cock inside of me, and he let out a loud grunt as he pushed himself in as far as he could. The worst part for me was how far he had my legs spread to accommodate his weight. Baldy must have thought he was some great lover now 'cause he went back to kissing me, his tongue darted in and around my mouth feverishly. I felt his hand squeezing my tits roughly, he wanted the lot! He had his other hand on the top of my head so as to hold me down on his cock firmly; he didn't want to slip out now after all his effort to finally get his little slug in my cunt. Wife's Little Secret Michael and Skinny were laughing at their friend fucking me, each held one of my ankles and pulled my legs backwards in the air. This was not at all comfortable so I bent my knees and with my own hands pulled my legs back towards my shoulders. This helped spread my thighs even wider so Baldy could get better penetration. Luckily I didn't have to put up with the overweight, bald slob fucking me for too long. With his hand still firmly gripping the top of my head he moved his other hand behind my one of my thighs a squeezed my ass hard. He stopped kissing me and I thought he was going to have a heart-attack with his wheezing and gasping for air. He pumped really hard several more times and gave a few convulsive thrusts then shot another load of semen into me. I gave a big sigh of relief as he rolled off me and had to admit to myself that it was all over fairly quickly, as they had promised. Hell, the old guy even surprised me with his enthusiastic effort in the end. I just wished they hadn't all blown in me as I could feel heaps of the stuff inside my cunny! Luckily I was on the pill, but I was still worried that one of them might have had some sort of disease! As soon as I got back home I would visit the STD clinic and have a check-up. Both men dressed almost immediately and even thanked me as I still lay there exhausted. Baldy informed me that it was the best root he had had in over a year. Of course this brought out an instant response from Skinny. "That's the only root you've had in a year!" he laughed almost hysterically. Michael promised me my secret was safe, like I could trust him now! "Gee... thanks!" I said to him. "I'm just glad you haven't got any more friends waiting in the trees to have their turn at me!" Yes, it could have been a lot worse; there may have been twenty of them! Don't laugh! But I considered myself to be damn lucky under the circumstances. The three of them just left me there and they walked off back up the hill laughing and joking with each other. They just fucked me then left! I just wanted to lie there and recover for awhile longer but I heard a group of boisterous drunks stumbling down the hill close to where I was and I thought it wise to get a move on before they all had me too! I used the rug to wipe myself as best I could, I couldn't find my torn panties though and guessed that maybe they had been "souvenired" and dressed without them. For the second time that night I cleaned myself up in the restrooms and tried to wash the strong smell of sex off my skin with the paper towels and soap provided. Wearily, I managed to find my way back to Garry's camp without any further trouble as most people were now crashed-out. It was nearly daylight and luckily no one noticed me sneak back into the tent. Fortunately Garry was still asleep where I had left him and I slipped back under the sleeping bag next to his back. I was still aware of the musky smell of sex on my skin and hoped to God Garry didn't notice it. Maybe I would have a swim in the dam later on when it was daylight, I had thought and try to clean up some more. For the right or wrong reasons, I decided not to tell Garry what had happened to me. I mean, how could I? I was unhurt really, apart from a slight ringing in my ear, and of course a very sore and tender pussy! Mmm...my legs hurt too, and so did one of my breasts. Then there was the very slight burning sensation in my ass and of course my jaw ached a lot! Hmmm...I had truly been done over hadn't I? And although I was absolutely exhausted, I decided that I would find my girlfriends first thing in the morning and recommend we leave the concert, just as Garry wanted. I wondered if any of my friends had some stories to tell as I had not seen any of the three of them in hours! I guessed they would most likely be up by our car cosy in the little tent that we had set up together. I did find my girlfriends eventually. I think two of them had a really good time the night before also judging by their dishevelled state and lack of certain items of clothing. When we were leaving later that morning, I wondered which one of Garry's "bro's" had been the culprit in the tent. * * * Although I had my suspicions, I never did find out who it was that took me in the tent that night and it has been a great source of fantasy for me ever since. Garry and I moved interstate not long after my "ordeal" as he found a better job in the warmth of the sub-tropics. Our love for each other just grew and grew. We got married within a year of moving away, it was just a quiet little service, just the way we wanted, no hassle. We now have two lovely children and a nice home. I grew up a lot after the night I was raped and feel far worldlier for the experience now. I know how careful you have to be and rarely go out to places where Garry suggests it may be risky. Garry has settled down a lot, too. He still doesn't know what happened to me all those years ago. Oddly enough, he is now suggesting we join a swingers club for a bit of fun! Yes, old Mr Possessive says he is willing to share me! Of course I don't really believe him; I think he just wants to use it as an excuse to fuck other women as since leaving all his "bro's" behind he has missed out on all that stray pussy that hangs around bikers. Poor dear! Garry has become a bit, mmm dare I say, "Quick" these last few years. I am not sure if it is age related or what, but I do miss the long hard bangs that we used to have. So, maybe we should join a swingers club or something, as I could certainly do with a "Mickey Long-dick" every once in awhile! Wonder what Garry would really think if I fucked someone with his consent, maybe while he watched? Hmmm... Still, I have my memories of that far away night...as well as the Polaroid photos that Michael had left on the bonnet of the car for me, yes he was true to his word, eventually, and he kept my secret. And although the photos are starting to fade a little, every so often I bring them out from my hiding place and quickly masturbate with my favourite vibrator while looking at them, just to confirm that it really happened! I still look more or less the same as back then and I haven't put on any extra weight, except for my boobs, which have managed to grow an extra cup size! Hmmm...yes Garry, I'm not as "innocent" as you would like to think I am. Maybe...just maybe I should tell you about the hitchhikers I have innocently picked up recently? Yes, maybe I will, later...