58. Dawn `s rugby passion

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58. Dawn `s rugby passion58. Dawn `s rugby passion.[a true story]Dawns surprise trip to Paris for the rugby.Arrived home from a working trip, tired as usual but well satisfied with the deals I had negotiated, it was Friday and I was looking forward to a relaxing weekend.I was met at the door by my beloved hubby, he kissed me told me to “shower and change, the master wants us both for a whole weekend and says to be ready in an hour!” “Shit!” He then said “he had already packed, picked my clothes and that he hoped I had some energy as he knew it was going to be a hard weekend for me.”I should explain for those new that I have a master as well as Andy my happy cuck hubby, and that master [named ray incidentally] does insist from time to time we go on all expenses paid weekends like this occasionally. This one however was a bit badly timed as I was so tired.The shower revitalised me a little, perhaps I could snatch a little sleep later….On my bed lay a jacket an England rugby shirt, a white pleated skirt, hold up stockings, earrings and some trainers…no underclothes what so ever!I knew not to ask, and adding the usual dab of perfume I dressed and returned downstairs. I was just in time as an 8 seat people carrier appeared at the drive entrance driven by Ray. We locked up and went to the motor, where Ray loaded the overnight bag into the boot, checked we had our passports then bade Andy ride in the front and told me to “get right in the back, we`ve a way to go and folk to fetch!”The next half hour saw us pick up another 5 of his friends, each checked for passport and loading an overnight bag, and all dressed for the rugby and ranging from 25 to about 50. All were male, I noticed they were all red blooded and all in high spirits. I sat quietly keeping my legs covered with the skirt, though my unfettered nipples stood fairly proud and I was eyed up fairly by the men as they got in the bus though hardly a word was said and they nodded each in turn but ignored me after perhaps they yozgat escort were shy! We were soon on the motorway bowing along. After a while one wag, sat at the back next to me, called out to Ray the old saw “are we nearly their yet!” they all laughed, when he replied “look behave yourself Johnny boy or you won`t get an ice cream” “Knowing this was a long and tedious journey I`ve provided some in car entertainment gentlemen, my friend Andy here has provided his wife for you all, her names Dawn and you can do anything but fuck the lady or cause the police to stop us, you got it lads”Every eye in the motor, bar Ray as the driver turned towards me! He went on that “as some of you lads are married, what happens on this bus stays on the bus boys and off the bus you behave with Dawn like the gentlemen you all are. She`s yours and will be protected and treated as a lady, just on here she`s the entertainment!It was spelt out!Within seconds my skirt was up and Johnny boy had his rough fingers tapping on my bald pussy to a round of applause from the remaining travellers, by the M25 and Clackets lane services my clit was becoming worn, seats had been changed frequently, 5 sets of fingers had been dampened, and we all needed the toilets and coffee to refresh us.True to their words the lads straightened my clothes and helped me down like a regal princess, Johnny boy taking my arm and sweeping me away to the coffee stall like he was my hubby.Toileted and refreshed we took our places again, this time I found myself surrounded by the lads, who once the door closed had my skirt off in minutes, I thanked the lord for tinted windows as 5 pairs of hands began to play me like a fiddle, knelt as I was in the centre of the bus, I began kissing and handling a ring of surrounding dicks, Andy was ogling me being fondled, and the interior mirror was being put to good use by Ray. By the M26 things were getting busy on the road and for me, each cock in turn bar the two in the front getting a escort yozgat slow blow.We queued for the tunnel, then onto a shuttle, some of the lads covering me with a blanket rather than let me get dressed during customs and passports control though the smell of sex must have been a big giveaway when the customs chap stuck his head in! His smile said it all.Well I have no idea about the route after the shuttle; I saw mostly pubic hair, bellies and balls as one after another the 5 lads drained themselves into my waiting mouth.Some once, some more, I lost count in an orgy of sexual bliss, fingers worked tirelessly on my poor puss, and if I was tired when I got in that vehicle , by the time we finally pulled into the hotel yard I had had to be helped into the skirt again.Someone carried my bag and we booked in to the hotel with me holding David`s arm just for support!I found myself shareing with Andy and Ray, they having not been lucky on the way over were to share my bed for the night, a first, both master and hubby in the one bed, usually its one or the other.Showered again and revived a little, we all went for a meal, my tummy having had about 9 or ten shots of much needed protein during the journey it was for me something light, though I did indulged myself on the sweet and the wine.After the journey we were all tired out, so the three of us had the infamous early night, after Andy removed my clothing such as it was, the two men took turns to have me, first Ray then Andy and for some time I found myself pounded mercilessly, in both front and back orifices, by now I was just a limp exhausted rag doll and more in pity than their own exhaustion we all drifted to sleepWe, well I, arose late to a fingering from Ray, I felt fairly restored, and the shower with Ray in attendance brought me to life a little more.Andy had laid out my clothes’ and the red matching underclothes this time, both men sitting waiting for me to dress.We breakfasted and were joined by the others Pete, yozgat escort bayan Kenny and Clive bleary eyed due to the overnight session at the bar!Breakfast over we all reconvened at the van, we were at the ground in plenty of time.Now I am not a real rugby fan, I was only fetched as entertainment that was clear, but the game was good, and I was swept up in the whole thing, England won, and it was with some euphoria we dragged ourselves into the bus there was some kissing and groping on the way back to the hotel but neither the time or the inclination to do more, we all trouped into the bar and with the exception of the dinner meal there we stayed till one after another we drifted off to bed, again Andy stripped my clothing off, presenting me like a trophy to Ray, who soon had me writhing in ecstasy once more.Holding me down for Andy to mount, they took turns again, both having me a few times, Ray sandwiching me as he had me anally as well, we drifted off to sleep again this time waking desperate for the loo and being fingered by Ray at some ridiculous hour.It was Ray insatiable Ray that woke me and after a shower I was redressed in the skirt and jumper again, no undies, as they said I would find them a waste of time anyway.After a nice breakfast we set off back home, the jumper didn’t last to the Paris outskirts this time, and the skirt well that went in the blink of an eye as we hit onto the auto route, paying at the kiosk again with me giving thanks for the tinted windows, the run home for me was one long round of cock, cum, fingers nipple bighting and general fingering, the five never gave up, I was near comatose when I suddenly found Clive putting my shirt on and Kenny lifting my hips to refit my skirt as we came from the motorway. They put me on the back seat that I had started from and one after the other they dropped off to wives and sweethearts no doubt, each blowing me a kiss and thanking Andy for the use of his wife before shaking Rays hand and saying what a fine weekend!We were the last to dro
p off, Andy supporting me as bow legged and with cum in my hair I staggered up the path to my home.Monday came and I had to ring in with flue, it took a whole week to get over the trip, but what a trip what a match!

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