The Stranger in the Park

"Oh, my god!" Moaned Jacinta, "My two favourite men..."

This unfinished sentence resulted in an orgasm. Jacinta fell sideways onto the bench as waves of artificially elevated sexual pleasure broke over her. Peter and I broke our kiss and watch as Jacinta's body convulsed repeatedly.

"You're just getting started, Jazz." Peter said with satisfaction, to which she instantly leapt up with renewed vigour.

"Fucking oath, I am!"

Jacinta approached us and pulled our heads to hers, and we engaged in a passionate, if slightly awkward, three-way kiss, tongues dancing everywhere. I felt that my groin was connected direct to mains electricity, such was the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Peter broke the kiss by reminding us that he was under a deadline. Jacinta dropped to her knees and began fumbling, amateurishly, at his jeans.

"Let's get you venting some steam!" She said as the jeans were pulled down Peter's legs to rest at his ankles and freeing his stick of rock.

Jacinta began stroking his shaft as a prelude for some oral action, but Peter reminded us again that he only wanted to be fucked before going home. Jacinta seemed disappointed.

"You've got lube?" I asked of Peter since Jacinta, and I had none with us today.

"No, just get inside my arse!" He cried impatiently.

Peter bent over the bench with his succulent arsehole ready for fucking. Jacinta and I repeatedly spat on his bung to lube him up. I unzipped my jeans and freed my boner. Jacinta reached underneath and stuck who knows how many fingers up her swampy cunt and smeared the slime across Peter's O-ring, all the while he encouraged us to fuck him. Jacinta spat on my shaft, worked in the saliva and pointed my helmet at Peter's bullseye.

And I just went for it. All the way in, balls deep on the first attempt without encountering any resistance. Some stuff, this nitrate. After I struck bottom, Peter let out a long moan of pleasure and pain.

"Yes, that's what I want!"

Jacinta, meanwhile, had positioned herself between Peter's legs, arse planted on the firm, wet concrete that held the bench in place. Her aim was to blow Peter's cock while I ploughed his shitter.

"Come on and fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast!" Came a dominant command from a so-called bottom.

Without needing further encouragement, I fucked his poo tunnel savagely and without mercy. All that mattered was my pleasure and my orgasm. Jacinta was concentrating on thrusting Peter's engorged pole down her accommodating throat to extract his delicious sperm.

Time had no meaning in our respective euphoric states as all three of us were in the moment, experiencing something very new and exceptionally pleasurable. For me, Peter's twitching O-ring, strangling my pole was a sensation very new. The nitrate, combined with the bourbon, made trying for orgasm a cinch.

Before I knew it, I felt the tell-tale sign of orgasm begin building in my feet, travelling up my legs, causing one to shake like Elvis', before focussing at the base of my cock. Then started the relentless march of unbearable pleasure up the shaft of my cock that was mercilessly hammering Peter's shitter. I became vaguely aware that Peter was also close, and Jacinta's hands were gripped tightly on his arse cheeks as he pounded her throat.

It sounds contrived, but Peter and I orgasmed together. I suspect he held back until he read my signals. In any case, Peter told Jacinta to get ready as he was about to unleash a monster load down her throat at the same instant that his bung was going to receive the full contents of my balls.

I cannot describe what happened next in any detail, all went swirly inside my brain, but I do recall the sensation of a heightened orgasm beyond the bounds of everyday experience. I distinctly remember feeling an overabundance of pulsing from my cock as I filled Peter's shitter with boiling hot sperm. His body reacted in precisely the same fashion, he jerked each time I spasmed and with each of his spasms, Jacinta was receiving pulse after pulse of Peter's hot cum down her throat.

My first conscious moment was hearing a splutter from Jacinta. My addled brain told me she was struggling to swallow Peter's load. Every other noise was drowned out by Peter's pleasure who moaned and moaned and repeatedly moaned as each wave of pleasure crashed over him. I pressed my hands-on Jacinta's that held Peter's butt cheeks and I stretched them apart as far as I could as I withdrew my deflating cock from the orgasmic confines of his butter-filled arse.

I exited with a pop and saw a live stream of white fluid bubble out and dribble down his legs towards his jeans around his ankles. I leaned over and saw Jacinta gently stroking Peter's soft cock. His sperm was plastered across her face and dripping onto her tunic. Our eyes locked and all she said was, "Wow!"

"I tried to swallow it all, but there was far too much, even by your standards!"

Jacinta removed her hands from Peter's buttocks who was still lost in space and began scooping up the rapidly diluting ropes of sperm that were laid across her gorgeous face. I wished I had a camera at this point for it was an image worth immortalising.

"Fucking delicious!" She repeated each time she swallowed Peter's swimmers.

"You should see what's leaking out round here!"

As if struck by lightning, Jacinta leapt up and scooted to where I was, in front of me, staring at Peter's well-fucked shitter that was pulsing in amyl-induced pleasure. Jacinta stuck out her tongue and ran it up Peter's left leg collecting my escaping jizm, gobbling that filthy mess down with gusto. When the long lines of sperm had been cleaned up, Jacinta focussed her attention of Peter's twitching O-ring. I grabbed both cheeks and spread then apart again, giving her the maximum level of access possible. Jacinta certainly appreciated the gesture.

Her rim jobs were art works of human pleasure, and she went at Peter's dirt locker with aggressive enthusiasm, determined to drain his poo chute of the contents of my balls. For added slutiness, whenever her mouth was full of unmentionable fluid, she pulled her head back, looked me in the eyes, gargled, blew bubbles and swallowed all the way down. Jacinta appeared possessed with demonic sexual energy. I noticed that Peter, while slowly regaining consciousness, began actively expelling cum directly into Jacinta's mouth. I recovered wood at the sight of this action.

Eventually, Peter regained his senses as the pleasure spent itself in his brain. He stood up and looked at his watch, "Shit, people, I have to go!"

It was one thirty in the morning and being under a cloud of misbehaviour earlier in the week, Peter had to return home. Jacinta and I didn't bother dressing but simply sat on the bench watching the comically inept Peter attempt to regain a skerrick of composer before going back to his wife as if nothing happened. Upon departing, Peter handed us the bottle of amyl nitrate and told us to have fun this weekend. Then he took off like The Flash towards home that led me to think that the regret and guilt he spoke of earlier was kicking in. Jacinta and I erupted in laughter at the spectacle while the rain soaked us to the skin.

Jacinta took another sniff from the bottle and grabbed my semi-hard cock, wanking me gently to hardness. As soon as I took my sniff, I felt more blood rush to my groin than ever before, and I was ready to go again. She went down on me and took my cock that had recently buggered Peter to orgasm down her throat.

"Mmm, I love ATM," Said Jacinta with a gleam in her eyes, "And now, it's my turn to be arse fucked!"

With that, she stood up, bent over the bench where Peter had recently been and used one hand to expose her O-ring to me. That episode led to a weekend of sexual degeneracy that can only be imagined, and real rain was ready to follow.