Hot Shemale Tranny Sex Story
He reversed the car and caravan off the road (I was impressed by his driving skills) into a track leading to the forest. A metal pole stopped us driving all the way in but the vehicles were off the road. Then after he had secured the caravan we stepped inside. Margaret opened a bottle of vodka. John had one drink and then gave us an order.
“Wait here and I will go and see that everything is clear.”
“How did you know about this place,” Margaret asked with a suspicious tone to her voice.
“Don’t you remember it? We’ve been here twice before.”
He stopped to let Margaret think and then carried on.
“The first time we and four other car loads came to watch a car rally. We didn’t really know each other so well then, you travelled in one car and I was in another. The second time, when we were courting, it was just you and me and we had sex in the car just about where we are sitting now.”
She looked confused and then answered.
“How would I know? It was dark both times.”
John left us and disappeared into the forest. It was so quiet, so peaceful, hardly any air to move the trees, not another car to be seen or heard. I looked out of the window, the dark green of the trees and the bright blue of the sky. I felt wonderful and the idea of being there all day made me relax. I asked Margaret if she could remember being here before? She poured us both another vodka
“We didn’t have sex outside very many times and so I do vaguely remember a night in the woods. I was a model then and a student too.”
My ears pricked up on hearing she was a model.
“I mostly did modelling for catalogue companies. You would have loved it because I did lots of underwear, all the different colours, the stockings and suspenders, camisoles, Basques and the like. I did bridal wear too but it was never the sexy item that it is now. You would have looked great in some of the Demetrios and San Martine gowns I modelled with the really long waterfall trains. Then, when I really needed some money I did topless. That’s when I met John. He was travelling in his job and met me in a hotel after another shoot. Only that day I had appeared topless in a national newspaper and he recognised me. He was ever so sweet and we had diner together and I fell for his charms and only discovered he had another side after we got married. The rest they say is history.”
John had returned.
“It’s beautiful in there for a lesbian photo shoot, so let’s go girls,” he declared.
“Not so fast sunshine. I think I am in charge here. Remember what you suggested only about an hour ago? Well I want to take you up on your offer. How about a photo shoot of a gorgeous young tranny and her kinky old man? Get your clothes off honey.”
John positively swooned at her suggestion and ripped off his clothes and stood naked beside the caravan door.
“We brought lots of sexy outfits for you darling,” he said, holding a purple negligee against him. “We have everything to make our day a happy, sexy one, lots of food and drink as well as your frilly petticoats.”
He then stepped outside and turned towards the road. I followed him to the other side of the road and brushed my petticoats across his dick as I turned. It stood fully to attention as Margaret photographed us and as I teased her husband. Then suddenly she crossed the road and pushed the camera into my hands. She was like a jealous woman as she pushed in front of me and took John by the cock. With his testicles cupped in her right hand she held his cock aloft as if it was some trophy she had one. She told me to take photographs and as I did so she removed her blouse and then slipped her skirt off. They were both naked by the side of the road, a deserted road but nonetheless public, as I watched the lovers kiss like I had never seen before. Hand in hand, they began to walk up the road. Once again we all seemed oblivious to where we were. It looked like a nudist colony as I photographed them both back and front until we came to a clearing in the trees which offered a fine view into the valley below. We were now some fifty yards away from the caravan. And some thirty yards from where the road eased into a left hand bend. Our escape route, if necessary was five yards into the trees on the right, a path which seemed to lead down into the valley.
Still on the roadside Margaret began to play with John, alternating between masturbating him and sucking him, only for a few seconds. Then she stepped in front of him and drew his shaft through between her legs. I knew what was coming next as she turned to face me.
“Look John our gorgeous tranny maid is wondering what she can do for us. I’m going to get her to suck my dick.”
Like an obedient maid I dropped to my knees on the grass verge and allowed Margaret to offer up her husbands cock to my mouth. John was supposedly keeping watch uphill and Margaret downhill for any signs of discovery. She also looked down on me as I licked and sucked ‘on her cock’. I gathered up a few layers of my petticoats and slipped them through her legs until they teased against John’s balls. The sexy fabric had the same effect on both of them as they usually have on me, the sensuous fabrics driving them wild. I cupped them in my right hand and gently played them upon his entire length, touching them with my tongue as I voraciously ate his dick each time Margaret slipped it into my mouth. At other times I had a close up view as she slipped an inch or so into the mouth of her vagina and then removed it for me to suck. I could taste his pre cum, maybe it was both their pre cum, and I decided I was going to voluntarily suck and him and swallow his sperm.
Then suddenly there was an immense noise, the silence of the peaceful hillside completely disturbed.
“Run,” John called and his cock disappeared from my view as he and Margaret turned to make for the path leading to the trees.
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