Country Pub

This started so innocently. Peter, a friend of mine, was telling me about a woman he met in a pub and that within half an hour was fucking her out in the carpark. I told him how much his story turned me on and we started chatting about how to set it up so I could have a similar experience. He reckoned it was hard to do in Sydney because there weren’t many pubs with carparks out the back any more. “You probably need to find a country pub.” So, now I was on a mission! I roped in another friend to help me organise it and he suggested that a friend of his, Sarah, would be very interested in participating. “Even better!” I thought.

After a few months of organisation, here we were, Sarah and I heading out of town in a combie van – all kitted out for some fun. We were in high spirits, giggling nervously, unsure how our “road trip” would end up. It’s always a danger with a fantasy fulfilment that it doesn’t go quite to plan and can turn out to be a disappointment.

Anyway, we rocked into the chosen pub just after 3 o’clock in the afternoon and, as was usual for Friday afternoon, there was a decent contingent of labourers and office workers who had knocked off early and headed to the pub.

Sarah is a blonde bombshell, nice tits and a tight arse and she was dressed to show off all her assets. When we walked into the pub in our micro minis and slutty shoes, every head turned. We struggled up onto the bar stools, and ordered ourselves double shots of tequila – we might have looked cool but we were a bundle of nerves. It didn’t take long for one of the guys to come over to us and strike up a conversation. It was all such predictable stuff and I was getting a bit bored with the crap chat-up lines. He was ogling Sarah’s tits which was understandable since they were almost falling out of her top. I figured it was time to get the action started - I’ve always been the impatient type. I also enjoy playing with a man’s mind – especially when all the blood needed to operate the brain is busy operating another organ!

“Hey, Chris”, I said, “Sarah hasn’t been entirely honest with you. We have actually been trekking through Central Australia for the last two months.”

I’m thinking “Yeah, right, in these high heels?” If he falls for this story, our plan is going to work a treat.

“Really?” says Chris, more impressed than disbelieving.

“Really, Chris, and you are the first man we have talked to in all that time. Thank God we were sent such a fine specimen of a man to break our drought!”

Chris was lapping it up.

I moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, “Hey, Chris, we were just talking as we pulled into town about how extremely horny we both are, as I’m sure you can imagine. And we wondered if there might be a man in town who could help us out with our … ummm ... desires.” Sarah moved closer and put her hand on his leg, moving it up his inside thigh towards the huge bulge that was forming in his crotch.

“Yeah, Chris”, moaned Sarah, “And I’m so horny, I reckon that maybe it’s going to take more than one of you to satisfy my needs!”

Sarah winked at me. I knew what she was doing – trying to play more innocent than she was so as not to scare him off. After a bit more discussion, we headed out to the combie in the carpark with Chris promising he would have two guys for us in no time. We knew that one would be him but we were curious as to who the other one might be. We opened the side door of the combie and sat on the step and waited.

Never underestimate the devious mind of a horny man who thinks he is about to get laid. Chris walked out of the pub, not with one of the many muscular he-men we had been perving at in the bar but with a scrawny 18 year old teenager who looked like he was barely shaving. Sarah and I think alike – very wicked – and we knew what to do without a word passing our lips.

Chris brought Michael over to us and unnecessarily pointed out that he is a virgin. This spoke volumes about what an arsehole Chris was – no way was he going to share us with someone who might show him up to be inadequate. Plans were forming in my mind so quickly, I was just about jumping out of my skin.

“Now, Chris, that is so kind of you to bring us a virgin, but we have special rules where a virgin is concerned.” I told him. A bit of a worried look crossed his face, as well it should! “We like to do the virgins in private. You know, sometimes it can take a bit to get them … you know …hard, especially if someone is watching. Why don’t you just leave Michael with us and come back in, say, 45 minutes, and then we will take care of you!” Chris didn’t look too happy with the idea but he knew he wasn’t in a position to argue and he also pretty quickly figured that his plan had backfired. Reluctantly, he turned and went back into the pub.

“Well, Jackie, I think that was a load of crap you were just spouting about Michael taking a while to get hard,” says Sarah, grinning at me. I’d already noticed the huge boner in his pants, and stood up and pressed my pubic bone up against it. I slipped my hands around his butt and planted my palms firmly on his arse cheeks, pulling him closer as I gyrated my hips. I love that feeling of a restrained, hard cock pressing up against me when I’m fully clothed. I reached up with one hand and moved his head down towards me so I could kiss him on the mouth. He wasn’t a great kisser but I reckoned when we were finished, he would be a testament to our skills. Knowing that the other guys would be watching from the pub windows, Sarah went around behind Michael and pressed herself up against his back, rubbing her tits across his shoulder blades, her nipples hardening with each pass. She reached one hand between his legs and started fondling his balls. She also took the opportunity to reach a bit further, finding my thighs. She slid her hand up, knowing what she would find. She pushed my G-string aside and slipped her finger into my pussy. It was dripping wet, as she knew is would be. Sliding it out, she put her finger in Michael’s mouth.

“Hey, babe, how does that taste?”

“Mmmm, good”, he replied, somewhat overwhelmed by what was happening to him.

“There is more where that came from,” Sarah giggled.

“Enough of a tease for the other boys. Let’s do him properly,” I insisted as we pulled him into the van.

Inside the van, I was reminded of the biggest problem with virgins – they are always in such a rush. It is so important to keep a slow pace or it is all over too quickly. Despite wanting to rip his clothes off and jump straight on his boner, I tried to be calm and take it easy. I unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, giving him a playful bite on his chest as I moved down towards his waist. Sarah was behind him, undoing his belt buckle and pulling his belt free of his pants. I then took over the buttons on his jeans as Sarah ran her fingernails up and down his back. We made him sit on the bed as we pulled his shoes, socks and jeans off, then pushed him back so he was lying on his back on the bed, just wearing his undies and a huge smile. Sarah slipped out of her G-string and quickly straddled his face. His tongue was out, licking the outside of her pussy lips. I sat down on top of his still enclosed cock and started sliding up and down, thinking his cock was a great size for a guy who was not well-endowed elsewhere. From my position, I could see what he was doing to Sarah’s cunt. With a little instruction, he was soon sucking on her clit and pushing his tongue into her pussy. Sarah’s moans were getting louder and quicker. She is an oral sex slut and anyone who licks her pussy is then her life-long friend.

“Hey, babe,” says Sarah. (She has probably already forgotten his name in her aroused state.) “God gave you hands and fingers for a reason.” He instantly knew what was expected of him and reached up to her gorgeous firm tits and started massaging them and pinching and pulling on her nipples. She was close to coming so I figured we might as well get her off so he could see what a real woman coming looked like. I moved around behind her as Michael sat up and started sucking on her tits. He moved his fingers to her pussy and pushed one finger inside her. Realising she wanted more, he slid a second finger in and started pumping his fingers in and out of her steamy pussy. Meanwhile, I had gotten out the lube and put some on my fingers and slowly rubbed some around her arsehole. She was very close to coming just with the gentle biting of her nipples and Michael thrusting his fingers in and out of her now sopping wet pussy. But I knew what would tip her over the edge. I slipped one finger into her arse and instantly felt her muscles grip around my finger as that bit of extra pressure pushed her over the edge. She came in huge spasms, yelling, “Oh god….yes…more….oooh…that’s sooo good…yes….yes….YES”. She collapsed back on me, spent from the pleasure of her own orgasm. I knew she would like to lie there and enjoy the afterglow for a minute or so, so I went to work on Michael.

“OK, boy”, I said “Now it’s your turn.”

I pulled his undies off. As soon as I saw that huge cock, standing erect and at my mercy, my intention to go slow completely disappeared. I pushed Michael onto his back again. Another of my rules: no deflowering in the missionary position - I wanted to be in total control of where his cock went. I slid out of my clothes and then got myself into the straddle position. This is the bit where I always go slow – I positioned his cockhead right at the opening to my pussy and started to slide on down. I know how hot this looks for a guy lying on his back, to see his cock disappearing inside a wet pussy. Just when he thought it was all the way in and he could start thrusting, I put my hand on his chest to let him know to lie still. He needed to understand that I was dictating the pace. I slide all the way up his cock until it almost slipped out. Then, down again. I love doing this slowly, feeling every centimetre of dick and cunt being stimulated. I know by now that his cock will be sliding out of my pussy glistening with my pussy juices and that he has a good view of his hard, erect cock being squeezed back inside my cunt. I can tell it is almost at the point of being unbearable for him, so I slide all the way down and let him start pumping. I know it isn’t going to take long but he will recover quickly and we will be able to fuck again, so I let him go at his pace. He grabs me just above my hips bones and, squeezing as if to make sure I don’t go anywhere, pounds me up and down on his cock. I can feel both of us approaching an orgasm. Just then, I feel Sarah’s touch. She has recovered and has slipped her hand down into my crotch, rubbing hard against my clit with the knuckles of one hand as she plays with Michael’s balls with the other. The van is definitely rocking as Michael continues to pound into me and we both come, moaning and yelling. I can feel him spasm, as he comes inside me and then a couple of aftershocks as his whole body responds to the experience. I collapse onto his chest, both of us moist with perspiration and come. Michael lies staring at the ceiling as if he can’t believe what has just happened – surely not what he would have expected when he got out of bed this morning! I know that Sarah wants to get fucked by him, so we lie together on the bed, playing with each other until he starts to get hard again.

Having a short attention span, I’m ready to move onto the next guy and I have an evil plan for Chris, so my brain is elsewhere as I help Sarah get fucked by Michael. After what I think is enough, I suggest Michael get dressed and return to the pub. Almost as soon as the door of the combie opens, Chris opens the back door of the pub and stepping outside, lights up a cigarette. I can tell he is torn – he wants to join us but also knows he can’t show that he is too eager. I wave to him, indicating that he should join us. He stubs out his cigarette and approaches the van.

“Come in”, I say. “Don’t be shy.”