'The Guys Of Spring' {Wendi} ( real con cd anal MM ) [1!1]
Early on a sunny and unseasonably warm afternoon in March, I took a drive out to the forest preserve where I have my usual Sunday morning frolic with Master Cary and Mistress Cassi and the dogs.
Since it was so warm, I decided that thigh high stockings, hot pants jeans, boots, a T-shirt, and a long-sleeved jean shirt would be in order. Just in case I ran into any action, I pre-lubed my clitty and cunt with oodles of lotion, and put on a pair of adult diaper pants to handle any subsequent leaks. I donned my outfit, drank two small glasses of cherry and amaretto liqueur to loosen any latent inhibitions and to give me that extra bit of courage.
I drove into this one secluded area that I frequented on my fishing excursions and saw a car in the parking lot. My first thought was to just drive off, but I discerned two male bodies sitting side by side, each with one arm around the other's waist, on a picnic bench under the pavilion. From where I was, I couldn't quite see what they were doing with their other hands, but they were totally engrossed with each other.
I parked my vehicle and walked down their way, trying to keep out of sight until I had a clear view of the happenings. Clumsy little me stepped on a twig and it made a loud snap. They almost jumped out of their skins, and had no time to zip up, so their rigid cocks were still hanging out. I now knew what they were doing with their free hands. They hastily tried to cover themselves.
"You almost scared the daylights out of us, woman!" said the tall blond one, still trying to stuff his dick back in his pants. "Why were you sneaking up on us like that?"
"I was just trying to see what you love bugs were doing here in my spot," I answered. "And you don't have to cover up just because of me."
"We didn't know if you were cops or what," said the shorter cute redhead.
"They won't bother you as long as no one complains," I told him. "Besides, they're just Department of Recreation people, and can't arrest you. They can only tell you to leave. You can hear their ATV coming a long way off."
"You seem to know a whole lot about it," said the first guy.
"That's because I come here quite often during the warmer weather to fish and play other games," said I.
"What kind of games?"
"Sex frolics, what else?"
I sat down demurely on one side of the bench and patted the seat on each side of me.
"Now, take your cocks back out of your pants, and sit down here on either side of me."
"What do you think, Terry?" said the redhead to the blond. "Should we trust her?"
"Why not, Larry?" replied the other.
Now I knew that their names were Terry and Larry (that made it easy to remember). They were both in their early forties, and quite well-endowed. They subsequently told me that they've been monogamous lovers for several years. They sat down beside me, and with a hand on each of their dicks, I started to finish off what I had so rudely interrupted several minutes ago.
"I didn't know that chicks liked to fish," remarked Terry between moans of pleasure.
All that Larry mumbled was, "Oh, God, girl, keep it up."
"A lot of 'chicks' adore fishing, Terry, but just what makes you think I'm a girl?"
"Well, you certainly look and act like one."
"What woman that you know, has a bulge like this between her legs?" I asked, first winking at Terry and then at Larry.
Larry grabbed me in my crotch and exclaimed, "Oh, my God!"
"What?" gasped Terry. "For real?"
"I'm pretty sure it is," he moaned, as I continued to massage his throbbing manhood.
They didn't get to say any more right then. I kept jacking their pricks until they cam simultaneously, shooting long ropes of hot cum into the warm winter air.
When Terry recovered, he asked me if I fucked and sucked, and, of course, I told him that I did. I unzipped my shorts and got down on my hands and knees on one end of the picnic bench seat. He pulled down my shorts to my knees and started laughing at my didies.
"Why are you wearing diapers, honey?" he guffawed. "Do you have a problem with your bladder or your bowels?"
"Of course not, you silly boy," I said. "And by the way, Terry, my name's Wendi to my friends."
I explained that I had pre-lubed myself, just in case, and the pants would also keep me from soiling things later.
He then pulled down the diaper, spread my cheeks, and shoved his rock-hard, 7-inch piece of meat up my cunt, saying, "Well, friend, Wendi, I hope that you like my little friend!"
"Heavens, yes, loverboy," I gasped. "Make him even friendlier!"
As Terry's 'friend' slid in and out of my boy-cunt, Larry straddled the seat in front of me, stroking his cock hard. From all my previous life-long encounters, I immediately knew what he wanted. My lips went straight to his tool, and this unholy trio rocked back and forth for what seemed like an eternity. Let me tell you; it was dreamy, and both unloaded their balls into me at the same time.
Terry pulled out of my filled-up cunt and I finished sucking the last bit of cum from Larry's tool. I got to my feet and just got my diaper pulled up when Terry said that he had to piss and since my diaper was still dry, he wanted to know if he could pee in it. I had never experienced this thrill before so I let him. He pulled back the back of my diaper and let go with a torrent of hot urine. My clitty got so hard that it stood straight out in front of me, tenting the white disposable. Larry grabbed hold of it and started to jack me through the material. I bucked and bucked with multiple orgasms until I was totally drained. My diaper was now wet in the front from my own cum and in the back from Terry's piss.
"Oh, Terry, dear, that feels sooo awesome! Thank you so much, guys. I really and truly enjoyed myself. And I thought that it was going to be a boring afternoon.
"The pleasure was all ours," said Larry. "We'll have to do this again sometime..... very soon!"
"The sooner, the better," I quipped.
I pulled up and zipped up my shorts, waddled over to my car, put a towel on the driver's seat, and drove home. I sat around at home for awhile, still wearing my soiled diaper under my clothes, while I sat by the computer answering some e-mail. I had to take piss, and I let go, but the sodden diaper couldn't handle any more, so I peed all over myself. I ripped the breakaway thing off me, and just sat there in piss-soaked hot pants. I now had the task of mopping my mess up off of the floor.
Before I left my newfound dynamic duo, we made arrangements to meet whenever we wanted some raw sex, and they invited me to go with them on fishing trips to Canada during the late spring and summer. There will be another gay couple and it won't cost me a thing except for the use of my body.
I thought that I'd reciprocate by introducing them to Master Cary and Mistress Cassi and our dogs. I'm pretty sure that neither the brother and sister nor the animals would mind!
Feel free to e-mail me: Wendi at sweetwendi2002@yahoo.com