Picnic Poke

Last summer I went on a picnic with Stan and Jane. It was a really hot day
and the sweat was pouring off of me. We laid a blanket down in the grass
alongside a cool, clear stream. Looking at the water burbling away made me
feel cooler, but not cool enough. I stripped off my T shirt.

'Good idea.' said Stan, as he took his off too.

'That's not fair.' protested Jane.

'There's no one stopping you.' I said hopefully. I would loved to have got
an eyeful of her firm tits.

'Yeah, you wish.' she teased.

'You know I fancy Stan more than I do you.' I said truthfully.

Stan blushed. He had always accepted my forthright manner with quiet grace.
He knew I wanted him bad. Jane knew it too. She also knew that I fancied
her also. I expect that's why they always wanted me around; I made them
both feel attractive.

'Well, in that case...' Jane said, as she took off her T shirt and bra.
Her firm tits were just enough for a handful but they were absolutely
perfect. As her nipples caught the breeze they stiffened a little. Stan
reached up and brushed his fingers against one of them.

'What's this then?' he asked.

Suddenly Jane grabbed my hand and put it to her other nipple.

'You might as well have a feel too.' she said.

I looked at Stan. He just smiled and winked at me. It was all the
encouragement I needed. I worried the little brown nub in my fingers until
it stood to full attention. I brought my mouth up to her tit and took the
nipple between my teeth and teased it further. Jane ran her hand through
my hair. I could hear her sighing above me. I cupped her tit in my hand as
I slipped my other hand down her belly and into her shorts.

Stan unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down. Her sweaty bush was now on
display. I went down between her legs and parted her pussy lips. Her pink
cavern beckoned to me and I buried my tongue in her twat. I ran my tongue
up and down her slit and up to her clit. I had soon teased the little man
out of hiding. She moaned loud and long as I gave him some attention. As I
went down once more Stan started to lick her clit. When I came up again our
tongues met mid path, and we shared our first kiss. I felt every switch in
my body turn on. Despite the heat, goose bumps pimpled my skin. I was
kissing Stan. We were sharing his wife's sweet pussy juices and I was
kissing the man I had wanted for oh so many years.

I slipped a finger into Jane as Stan continued to lick her clit. Her
internal juices were flowing and coated my finger. I brought my finger out
and slipped it in to Stan's mouth. Stan sucked on my finger as if he were
starved. It felt so good and I tried to imagine him sucking on my
cock. This thought got me switched from pussy to cock. I got up and went to
kneel next to Stan. I opened his zipper and let his fat hog free. I pulled
back his foreskin and marvelled at the beauty of his arrow shaped head. His
shaft was very thick around the base and tapered a little towards the
head. It was a light brown colour and very smooth.

I pulled his shorts down to his ankles. Below his gorgeous cock sat two
hefty, smooth balls. Above it was his big brown. sweaty bush. I buried my
nose in his bush and inhaled his rich man scent. My own cock was inflamed
with lust as I opened my mouth and took him inside. I felt him thrust in to
me as if he were trying to fuck my brains out. I took him into the back of
my throat and let him poke away for a while. Then it was time for me to
control the action. I took hold of his cock, and held it firm. He was no
longer able to thrust and calmed down. I snaked out my tongue and licked
his piss slit. It was very large and the tip of my tongue disappeared into
the head of his cock. I could taste the tangy precum in his sperm tube.

I licked all around his head. I gave special attention to the sensitive
underside. Then I took him down to where my hand was. My eyes were closed
as I worked his cock. And then I felt a hand sliding down the back of my
shorts. The hand slid further, into my underpants, and then in to the crack
of my ass. From the forcefulness I knew it was Stan. I wriggled around to
allow him greater access. His middle finger slipped into my sweaty
asshole. It was pure bliss. I opened my zip and took off my shorts. I
wanked myself with one hand as I toyed with Stan's balls with the other.

Stan worked his finger deeper and deeper in to me. I wanted more than his
finger in there. I got up to rearrange us. I pushed him down on his back
and in one fluid motion I mounted him. I sank down onto his fuck pole until
I could feel his pubes scratching my cheeks. Jane sat herself down on
Stan's face. From the look on her face I knew he was doing something
right. I reached over and pulled her in to an embrace. We whispered to each
other, discussing Stan. I told her how good he felt in my ass; she told me
how expert his tongue fucking was.

As I rode Stan's cock Jane mashed her twat into his face. I fondled her
tits. We were a triangle now, all linked one to the other. There was a
faraway look in her eyes. I saw her hand slide down to her clit. Soft,
barely audible moans escaped her lips. Stan's big tool felt so good as I
rode up and down on it. I was so well lubricated now that there was hardly
any friction. My ass ring gave up its protest and simply relaxed, letting
him glide with ease. I took my hard cock in my hand and began stroking it.
It was near bursting point now. As I stroked my balls drew up close. They
were churning away, getting ready to fire. Jane's moans were getting louder
and louder. The sound of it got me so hot. My orgasm was building up from
deep in the very core of me. I ground my butt deep into Stan, and my balls
could take no more. They let rip a heavy rope of pearly white cum. It hit
Jane full in the belly. As I pumped more and more cream she rubbed it into
her belly. Her moaning reaching fever pitch and she collapsed in to me.

We both eased off Stan and lay down next to him. He took hold of Jane's
spunk soaked hand and started licking off my cum. I took his still hard
cock in my mouth. I let him into the back of my throat and allowed him to
face fuck me. In less than a minute he was crying out his release and
flooding my throat with his joy juice. We all cuddled up together and took
a nap. It was the perfect end to a perfect afternoon.