I didn't need telling twice. As I was bobbing my head up and down, he was fingering my "rose bud," which was really turning me on. "Got a condom?" he asked. I indicated that I had and passed it to him. "A tart like you needs a good fucking," and with that he pushed me back, ripped my panties off, lifted and spread my legs, climbed between them, and tried to shove his cock in. I yelled, as it was too big, and told him to stop until I'd used some KY. I got the KY out and greased my hole and he climbed in again. No trouble this time. He started slowly, but then built up a speed.

Suddenly, we heard cars drive in. We stopped until we heard them park and there was silence. Once again, he was shafting me. I looked over his shoulder and was horrified to see two male faces looking in the front window. I indicted to the black guy, and he looked round and then said, "It's ok, I know them," and just carried on fucking.

 

Next, one guy shone a torch in the side window and onto my face. "Keith, the dirty fucker is screwing a TV," he said, and with that they wandered off. It appears that there was three of them. They got in their cars and drove off.

Well, Keith wanted me to sit on his dick, then lie sideways, and finally we ended up with me bent over the bonnet outside. He must have been going for about 40 minutes, and I loved every minute. Eventually, he shot his load and nearly filled a Yoghurt pot of spunk.