"All right, boys, where we off to?" Amy asked as she piled into the back seat of Jonathan's convertible, right between Jonathan's buddies Greg and Tom.
It was a hot summer Saturday, around 6 in the evening, and Amy was going parking. In her high school years as a good little preacher's daughter in a small town, she'd never gone out in a boy's car to the country, found a secluded place and had sex. In fact, she'd never had sex outdoors, period, but that was about to change.
A lot of things had changed in Amy's life since the day over two years previously, when she'd paid her husband a surprise visit to his office, and found him with his pants around his ankles and his secretary's legs wrapped around his waist. She'd cleaned him out in the divorce, but good, and she'd spent the intervening year, doing all of the pleasurable things she'd denied herself as a young, repressed girl growing up, and as the neglected, frustrated wife of an upwardly-mobile executive.
Amy was systematically fulfilling all of the sexual fantasies she masturbated to over the years. She had developed relationships with a number of men, and more than a few women, as she lived a liberated life of passion.
The idea for this tryst came when she'd been in bed with Jonathan, one of the men she'd been seeing, in his high-rise apartment not far from downtown. Jonathan was a 35-year-old stockbroker, who had his own business and had done well. He was witty and hung very well, and she liked the sessions they had. This time, they had finished up, and were relaxing, so she'd playfully asked him about one of his favorite sexual memories.
"I remember in high school, there used to be a place about 30 miles from here, near a lake, with some small roads that used to wind back in the woods," he said. "We'd go back there with some chick and bang the hell out of her, pass her around to as many of us as there were. The place we found was real secluded, so we didn't have to worry too much about someone coming up on us. There was only a small group of us who knew about this place, and we kept it a pretty well kept secret. We had some wild times out there."
Amy immediately latched on to the idea. "You think you could recreate one of those times, with me as your pass-around chick?" she asked. She told him that doing something like that, outdoors, was a fantasy she'd had for a long time. On their next encounter, Jonathan told her he thought her fantasy could be arranged. He'd contacted three of his old buddies, told them about Amy and her fantasy, and naturally they were eager to do it.
Having set everything in motion, she'd arrived at the local mall around 4:30, and parked her car in the lot at the far end of the massive shopping complex. She entered through Sears, and meandered all the way through the mall, making a couple of purchases, until she came to a nice chain restaurant at the opposite end of the mall. She entered and made her way to the bar, where Jonathan sat waiting.
Jonathan whistled softly when he saw Amy. The pretty 39-year-old divorcee looked like an average shopper, but he could tell different. She was tall, nearly six feet, and slender, with her flaming red hair cut very short. He could see her firm, modest tits jiggling braless under the light, sleeveless cotton dress she wore. As she walked through the bar, she passed a shaft of light shining through a window, and he thought he could see the darkness of her pubic bush through the material. The dress was a light beige color, lightly printed in a floral pattern, with buttons from top to about halfway down the skirt, which was then open the rest of its mid-calf length. He was already starting to get hard as the redhead walked over to him, kissed his cheek and swung her arm around his waist to hug him before sitting down in the seat next to him.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Let's have a quick drink first, so you can meet the guys," Jonathan said. "They'll be here in a few minutes."
Jonathan was casually dressed, in jeans and polo shirt. He was about six feet tall, with short brown hair and a mustache. They chatted and had a couple of drinks then she perked up as three men walked up to them. Jonathan set about introducing them to her.
All three were average-sized men, about 5-10 or so, and all were about Jonathan's age. Alan had red, wavy hair that he kept brushed back off his forehead and was clean-shaven; Greg had a darker complexion, with thick, dark hair, and a goatee; Tom had short blond hair that was thinning on top and he was also clean-shaven. Amy and Jonathan quickly finished off their drinks; Jonathan paid the bill and the group headed out the door.
The group got in a white vintage convertible Cadillac El Dorado 2-door and drove off. There was a small cooler sitting on the middle of the floor in the back seat of the convertible, containing a few beers and some water bottles. Because of that, Amy had to sit with her feet propped on the cooler, allowing the dress to ride up her legs. As soon as they reached the open road, and Jonathan had flipped the switch that closed the car's roof, he pulled out a joint and they passed it around.
After that, Amy went to work. Her hands dropped into Greg's lap, on her left, and Tom's on her right, and she began massaging the swelling bulges under their pants. Tom was wearing shorts and Greg had on a pair of khakis. As she squeezed his cock, she leaned over and kissed Tom deeply, running her tongue in his mouth. Then she moved to Greg and began to kiss him with equal ardor.
While Amy was kissing and rubbing stiffening dicks, Greg and Tom were running their hands up both of her legs, until their fingers met at her dripping crotch. They looked at each other with a nod, as they encountered no panties. While Greg plowed two fingers in Amy's soupy snatch, Tom began to trace circles around her swelling, throbbing clit. With his right hand, Tom reached up and began to further unbutton Amy's dress, then reached inside to squeeze and fondle her naked tits. Amy moaned as her lust began to swell from Tom's skillful work on her sensitive nipples.
As she saw the countryside begin to open up, Amy reached over to unbutton Greg's pants to free his cock. She cooed when she saw he was nicely hung, about 8 inches and plenty thick. A clear ball of pre-cum boiled out the end of his dick as she slowly stroked it. Leaning over and putting her right leg up over Tom, thus spreading her legs to the gaze of Jonathan and Andy in the front seat, she bent her head down, flicked away the pre-cum with her tongue and sucked the head of Greg's dick into her mouth. She made a slutty production of it, slowly sucking him into her mouth, then pulling up, so everyone could see his meat filling her mouth. Greg helped by pressing a hand to Amy's head to force his cock deeper in her mouth. All the while, Tom was pumping two fingers steadily back and forth in her hot, steamy cunt, and stroking her clit with his thumb.
After a while, Amy pulled her face away from Greg's crotch, and leaned over in the other direction to confront Tom's dick. He, too, was possessed of a fat dick, a little shorter than Greg's, but still nice-sized. She sucked him all the way in her mouth in one plunge, as Greg finished unbuttoning her dress, then opened it up so the guys in front – and anyone else who happened to peek in as they passed – could get a good look at all of Amy's charms. Then he took over finger-fucking her pretty pink pussy.
When she had Tom's cock approaching orgasm, she backed off, then sat back, spread her legs and laughed. She didn't care that her dress was wide open and that she was exposed to the world, or that she was in this vehicle essentially naked with two hard dicks in each hand and two more in the front seat. She was about to get royally fucked, and that was all she cared about. As she lightly jacked them off, they soon divested themselves of their clothes, so that they sat naked with her in the back seat.
It wasn't too long before the car reached their destination, a well-secluded spot on a slight path that came off a dirt road, opening up into a small dell. As they stopped, Jonathan opened the roof, to give them plenty of room. While he and Andy got out and began to take off their clothes, Tom pulled Amy's dress the rest of the way off, while she, in turn, pulled off her sandals, dropping them to the floor, leaving her completely naked. Then, planting one foot on the floorboard and propping his other knee on the seat, he lay Amy back, spread her legs and without ceremony pushed his cock into her sodden pussy. Amy gave a muffled moan as she felt the welcome feeling of penetration, the moan being muffled because Greg had pulled her head back onto his cock, filling her throat with his hard meat.
Amy gurgled and hummed as the two men worked their cocks in her from both ends. Glancing up, she noticed that Andy and Jonathan were standing next to the car naked, both idly stroking their cocks, waiting their turn. As if reading her mind, Tom pulled his dripping cock from her pussy, while Greg pulled her head off his cock. Tom stepped back to watch while Greg positioned Amy on her knees leaning over the back seat, facing the trunk. Greg licked two fingers then reached down and opened Amy's lips like opening a flower. Gripping his cock at the base, he fed the head past those lips and plunged in slowly, inch by inch, until he was in to the hilt.
When Greg established a slow, but steady fucking rhythm, Andy and Jonathan sat on top of the back seat, Andy on the left and Jonathan on the right. Amy took each cock in a hand as each man bent down for a deep tongue kiss. Then she plunged her mouth on Andy's cock, which she was delighted to see was also about 8 inches long and was the thickest of the bunch. The head of his cock stretched her lips almost to the breaking point, but she got it into her mouth and sucked nearly his entire shaft before she had to back off.
