Sandis Erotic Adventures Ch 40

A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.

Chapter Forty. 2018 January to June.

(March.) Sam, with Polish brothers, Dariusz and Tomasz.

The phone call from Sam was totally unexpected considering the humiliating way he'd dismissed me following our encounter five years ago. I agreed to visit him on the Saturday as Sam requested, trying and probably failing, to keep the eagerness out of my voice. Sam had been one of the most satisfying lovers I've encountered after all, despite his disdainful treatment of me afterwards.

Pulling up outside his impressive house I saw a smiling Sam emerging from the door to greet me.

"Thought you'd come Sandi. I bet your cunt is already wet and drooling for my cock," he grinned, the same arrogant Sam as I'd remembered.

"What happened to all your 'nubile young girls' then, fed up with your contemptible and arrogant ways I suppose."

"Don't be facetious," Sam snapped back. "We're running an experiment in the cellar and need a wanton old slapper such as you for a guinea pig."

Taken aback by his reply I realised that two more guys had emerged from Sam's house behind him and was introduced to Dariusz and Tomasz, two brothers from Poland.

"These guys are brilliant engineers who have constructed a marvellous machine in the cellar for me. You're here to try it out."

Intrigued I asked what he was talking about.

We were inside the house by this time and closing the door, Sam said, "We, or rather these guys, have built a fucking machine and need a 'volunteer' to test it out on so they can make any adjustments necessary to fine-tune the machine."

Feeling even more intrigued, and not a little apprehensive, I accompanied the guys down a flight of stone steps which led to the large cellar. In the centre of the room stood a contraption which seemed to consist of a gynaecologist's type chair, fronted by a dildo attached to a rod which in turn was attached to an engine. Not the most accurate of descriptions perhaps but the best I can do.

"Strip off and get yourself up onto the chair Sandi," Sam instructed and I automatically began undressing.

"What did I tell you guys, this pathetic old slapper is putty in my hands, so desperate for cock she'll do anything to get it."

Naked now and feeling chilled, not by the temperature in the cellar but Sam's words, I found myself being helped onto the chair by the 'engineers'. They positioned my legs in the wide spread supports and secured them there with leather straps, thus giving me a delicious feeling of helplessness.

With the brothers tinkering with the engine part of the contraption Sam stood between my wide spread legs undoing his trousers. Dropping them along with his underpants Sam then drove his penis into me.

"Knew you'd be wet and willing," he teased, beginning to fuck me.

Stepping back afterwards, the deed done, Sam said, "Take a turn lads, open her up with some real cock first."

So it was that first Dariusz and then Tomasz fucked me while the smiling Sam watched.

Next, I felt the tip of the dildo prodding at my opening as they manoeuvred the contraption into the correct position.

"A slow setting to begin with so we can check it out," Sam remarked and pressing a button the machine began humming.

"Oh!"

My exclamation was one of surprise when the dildo slowly drove into me. During the next dozen or so thrusts, the brothers made adjustments to their contraption before Sam instructed that the speed be increased.

"Oh my God!" I yelled as the dildo powered in and out of me at an increased pace.

For several minutes the guys stood watching me being fucked by their machine, Sam moving closer to smile down at me while squeezing and pulling my nipples.

"Turn the speed up another notch Tomasz," he instructed and with the sound of the motor growing a little louder the rod driving the dildo in and out of me began powering back and forth at a much faster pace.

The sensations and feelings I experienced were unlike any I've known before. The constant speed of the thrusting dildo was very different to the varying pace of a guy's penis and of course went on and on with no sign of flagging.

"It works fine, couldn't be better lads," Sam congratulated the machine builders. "Let's go upstairs for a celebratory drink. Back in half an hour Sandi, don't go away."

Their laughter fading as they ascended the steps I was left alone in the cellar. With the relentless pounding of the dildo in and out of my cunt my head began rolling from side to side as various cries broke from my lips. It was then that I noticed the two video cameras positioned to capture the many orgasms which were convulsing through my body as they filmed the relentless pounding of the dildo in and out of me.

Eventually, I heard the clatter of feet on the cellar steps as the guys returned. Remarking on my hot and sweat soaked body Sam asked if I was enjoying myself. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction of agreeing I remained silent while the machine was switched off and the thrusting dildo slowed to a stop.

The contraption was then wheeled back and the grinning Sam said, "Your cunt is dripping Sandi and with a large pool of your juices on the floor. The lads are now busy replacing the dildo on the end of the rod with another, the largest in our collection, so prepare yourself for another good pounding."

Opening my eyes I saw Dariusz attaching a dildo the size of which, particularly its girth, took my breath away. It looked much larger than any penis I've ever experienced and there was apprehension mixed with the excitement I felt on seeing it.

Wheeled forward again into the correct position the machine was switched on and slowly but surely the massive dildo pushed it's way inside me.

"That's just right, no need for adjustment this time lads so turn the speed up straight away," Sam instructed.

The tempo of the engine picked up and my yells rang out each time the massive dildo drove into me.

"Oh fuck. I've never known anything like this," I yelled as the relentless pounding continued.

"Do you want us to stop?" Tomasz asked, perhaps a little concerned for my well-being.

Not trusting myself to speak I simply shook my head.

"Good. Turn it up to maximum Dariusz; really give it to the wanton old slapper," an over-excited Sam shouted.

With the machine again running at top speed I was yelling continuously as the massive dildo drove rapidly in and out, penetrating my cunt deeper than any penis ever has.

This time the two brothers used vibrators on my nipples, increasing the sensations coursing through my body even more.

I heard Sam laughing as the relentless pounding of the machine went on and on. Eyes closed, I found myself fantasizing that I was being taken by a long line of guys, even more guys than the changing room episode in July of last year.

With my wild ecstatic screams growing louder Dariusz pressed his lips to mine.

Directly his lips were removed my yells intensified once more, prompting Tomasz to shout, "For fucks sake, quieten the noisy bitch down a bit."

"Stuff the old slapper's knickers in her mouth for a gag," Sam urged so Dariusz did just that, forcing my panties into my mouth.

With my yells now effectively stifled the relentless pounding went on.

Next, to round it off as it were, Sam used yet another vibrator to stimulate my anus! With vibrators now being used on my anus and both nipples, the massive dildo continuing its relentless pounding in and out of my cunt, my body felt inflamed with sensations.

Eventually, after exactly an hour apparently, the massive dildo was withdrawn and the machine switched off. In the sudden silence my gag was removed allowing my pent up emotions to be released in loud, ear-piercing but ecstatic, screams.

Sam took some close ups of my cunt, showing me them with the words, "There, take a look at your gaping maw now, you wanton old slapper."

I stared at the photos of my cunt, the bulging lips looking red and raw, before begging to be released from the chair to exercise my aching limbs. Once out of the contraption though I almost fell as my legs seemed like jelly. No one thought about helping me as I walked unsteadily back and forth across the cellar, my aches and pains slowly subsiding.

"The loo, where's the nearest loo," I gasped, realising a sudden need.

"Back onto the chair with you and piss in the bucket for our delectation," Sam said, moving a metal pail in front of it.

Desperate for relief by this time I spread my legs and with the three guys watching, Sam filming, began urinating. With the torrent of pee flowing from my body it was inevitable that a large amount would miss the bucket altogether and end up on the flag stoned cellar floor.

"Look at the mess you've made!" Sam expostulated as I again struggled from the chair. "Empty and swill the bucket out before filling it with hot water from the kitchen tap. Then you can wash the floor."

Thinking he was the same arrogant and self important pompous bastard as of old I did as Sam requested, after which I asked if I could have long soak in the bath before going home. Sam grudgingly agreed and I then asked if he wanted me to return at a future date.

"Shouldn't think so; the final run went very well."

"Actually, I'd be happy to return and help out again."

The grinning Sam knew as I did, that I was humiliating myself and perhaps eager to emphasize the fact asked how keen I was for another session with the machine.

"Very keen actually," I admitted.

"In that case I'll give you a call sometime but only on the understanding that you'll come to me at a moments notice, adopt a very passive and submissive role, and call me Master."

"Oh yes, of course. I'll do anything you say," I told Sam in my desperation to experience more of the exhilarating feelings prompted by his fucking machine.

I was able to enjoy a nice long soak in peace, realising while I did so that my experience of being Bob's sex-slave for two months last year had turned me on more than I'd admitted to myself at the time. Dressing, I joined the guys in the lounge where Sam told me they'd been thinking and if I was keen to experience the machine again then I ought to pay for the privilege.

"We thought fifty quid a time, to contribute to the costs entailed in building the machine."

I agreed much too quickly and the guys laughed.

Exchanging a grin with the brothers Sam then snapped, "Now piss off you disgusting old slut. When I ring I'll expect you to come pronto and be our submissive to use however we see fit, paying us the fifty quid as agreed."

"Of course."

"Good. Now fuck off and take you're slimy over-used and flabby cunt with you."

* * *

(Early-June.) Glen and the bikers.

I realised that the car didn't sound right moments before it lost power and rolled to a standstill. I quickly discovered I'd broken down on a very awkward, not to say dangerous, bend in the road and with hazard lights flashing I stood helplessly on the grass verge hoping a night in shinning armour would stop.

Meanwhile, I phoned the RAC but was dismayed to learn they wouldn't be able to get anyone to me for at least two hours, even though I stressed the dangerous location of my broken down vehicle.

Suddenly, a group of leather-clad bikers approached at speed but on seeing my car and realising from its position there must be a problem the leading rider signalled to the others and they all pulled up behind it.

I explained the situation to them and the bikers made short work of pushing my car off the road and into a gateway, a much safer position. Two of them, mechanics by trade, then took a look under the bonnet and soon located the problem. Whatever it was, I didn't understand their technical terms, was put right and in no time at all the car was running once more. I was effusive in my thanks as they advised me to take the car into a garage at the earliest opportunity and have it checked over fully.

"I'm really, really grateful lads and feel I ought to repay you in some way."

The two that fixed my car had climbed over the gate to wash their hands in a brook which flowed nearby and one of them shouted that perhaps I'd like to join them in the field.

"Yea, perhaps you could show your appreciation in the time honoured way," the guy who had signalled them to stop remarked, with a twinkle in his eye.

"Perhaps I should," I smiled, immediately defining his meaning.

The guy switched my car engine off and spotting the rug on the rear seat removed it before securing the car and handing me the key.

"I think you've just made an offer no red blooded male could refuse," he said, grinning at his mates.

I allowed them to lead me through the gate and along to the bank of the babbling brook, nicely hidden from the road.

"I'm Glen," the first guy told me and went on to introduce his mates, telling me they were heading to a festival.

"A bit of fun with you on the way would make a nice diversion," Lewis, one of the mechanics said.

"Yea, time to show your gratitude," the other mechanic Wally, added.

Taking the rug from Glen and spreading it out beside the brook, I lay down saying, "I'm at your service lads."

I raised one knee and the hem of my short, pale-green skirt, slid up my thigh.

"Fuck me! She's wearing stockings," Ben exclaimed.

Others moved to where he was standing, eager to see up my skirt.

Kneeling beside me Glen pushed my top up until it covered my face and also effectively held my arms still. Hands, presumably his, then burrowed beneath me to undo my bra and when it went slack the same hands cupped my breasts.

"Look at those luscious nips," someone, not Glenn, said and a mouth closed on one of my nipples.

With my face encased by the top I had no idea who was doing what as hands caressed my legs, breasts and tummy.

"Help me get her knickers off," I recognised Ben's voice and soon felt numerous hands lifting my lower limbs while others yanked my panties down and off.

"She must want it bad, the eager way she spreads her legs," a voice said, seconds before I felt a hand between my thighs.

"And a wet and willing cunt," Wally commented, clearly the one fingering me.

His fingers were joined by others, many others by the feel of them, and when the top was suddenly removed from my face I saw four guys clustered around fingering me.

"This isn't the first time you've taken on a group of guys is it," Glen said.

"No I love group sex, or rather being the lone female with a group of guys lusting after me, I should say," smiling to see the erect penis he was displaying.

"Just as well because there's a group of mates not far behind us who will probably stop when they recognise our bikes," Perry told me, the first time he'd spoken.

"Great! How many will there be?"

"Four, making a grand total of ten to give you a really good seeing too," Nige told me.

As if on cue we heard the sound of motor bikes approaching on the road and which seemed to be slowing down as predicted. Nige ran to the gate to ensure their mates stopped and also appraise them of the situation.

Meanwhile, the others proceeded to strip me naked.

I lay on the rug, legs spread, delighted to hear the sound of voices growing louder as the newcomers approached. Ten bikers then surrounded the rug on which I lay smiling up at them, excitement mounting.

"Bloody hell Nige, you were right!" one of the newcomers exclaimed.

"Yea, we've a real hottie here, the randy bitch wants to take us all on."

Some guys dropped to their knees to fondle my body while others stripped off. My body felt alive and crawling with the multitude of hands exploring and stroking me. Fantastic!

Fingers, many fingers, probed my cunt while others stroked my nipples. My questing hands found cocks to hold and with mouths replacing hands on my nipples and a tongue at work between my thighs, all I lacked was a cock to suck. That was quickly rectified when someone knelt over my face and I eagerly took his penis into my mouth.

The phenomenal amount of activity on my body continued for ages, much to my joy, and I was on fire with excitement to be the centre of attention for the ten lusty bikers. This makes the breakdown worthwhile I thought, eyeing the many erections surrounding me.

Suddenly, as if by a signal, the group around me cleared and Glen mounted me.

"Oh yes!"

My cry rent the air when his penis drove into me, sparking an excited murmur from the others.

Happily, I retained two cocks in my hands while Glen fucked me.

He was followed by Perry, then Lewis and Wally both took a turn.

There was a slight lull then while they debated who was going next, during which I lay excitedly contemplating that six of them were still to fuck me and some early participants were erect again ready for more! It was to go on for quite a while yet, I mused happily.

When all ten bikers had fucked me, Perry suggested taking my place on the rug so I could ride his cock for the second round.

"Gladly!"

I lowered myself onto his erection and immediately found Wally standing in front urging me to suck his cock. Needing no second bidding I took it into my mouth.

"Do you think she'll take three at once boys?" Glen said.

I removed my mouth from Wally's penis long enough to answer Glen's question myself by telling him he'd find anal lubricant in my bag. I then resumed my ride of Perry's penis while sucking Wally.

Soon, fingers applied lubricant to my anus and I slowed my ride on feeling a penis prodding at it. The penis slid inside my anus and the guy, presumably Glen began to slowly drive it in and out.

Amidst the excited chatter of the bikers I was enjoying the sensations caused by having three cocks inside me at the same time.

While a succession of guys bum fucked me another succession of cocks were presented to my mouth, and all the time I was riding Perry's thrusting penis as he played with my breasts and nipples.

By the time the bikers went on their way I'd been bum fucked by six of them, with others coming in my mouth and cunt.

Jamie.

Taking advantage of the somewhat cold brook water I cleaned myself up and dressed, although didn't bother with underwear as I was only about forty minutes or so from home and a nice long relaxing soak in the bath.

Folding the rug I walked to my car, reaching it just as a RAC van pulled up. Damn, I'd forgotten all about them in my excitement with the bikers!

Climbing from his van the youngish guy introduced himself as Jamie. He listened in silence while I explained that my problem had already been sorted out by some bikers who had initially stopped to push the car into a safer place for me.

"Sorry, I completely forgot to phone your control room."

"No skin off my nose," Jamie replied, looking me up and down quizzically.

"I've been changing behind the hedge," I explained lamely.

Seeing me with the car rug in one hand and my underwear the other, I think the penny dropped at that point.

"Your biker friends help you with something else as well, did they?"

There was what can only be described as a leer on Jamie's face as he went on, "Come back behind the hedge and let me have a bit of cunt and we'll say no more about the inconvenience you've caused."

Before I could reply, Jamie seized my wrist to pull me through the gate. Along towards the brook then, where a section of heavily flattened grass caught his attention.

"This where they had your knickers off and fucked you, is it?"

"Yes," I murmured.

Yanking the rug from under my arm, Jamie spread it out on the already flattened grass.

"I passed a group of seven or eight bikers heading in the opposite direction while I was looking for your supposedly broken down car. It wasn't all of them was it?"

"Yes, but there were ten of them actually," it sounded like a boast even to my ears.