Just continied Roberta and Margaret Virgin Shemale Story post. Margaret ruffled up my petticoats as I stood at the side of the car. A truck rolled past followed by a car but I was relieved to hear no reaction. I followed John the few yards to the hole in the bushes and held my petticoats close as I passed through into an area littered with all kinds of rubbish. Hidden from the road, I positively volunteered to carry out ‘my duties’ as I unzipped John’s trousers without being asked. Margaret recorded the event as I once more held his gorgeous cock in my tranny hands. Suddenly something clicked and my impulse took over. I looked at them both as I lowered my mouth onto his cock and began sucking. Once again that couldn’t care less feeling had appeared, that impression of being invisible, of being invincible had taken over my senses as I hungrily played with my Master’s cock in front of his wife.
“I’m going to pee in your mouth if you don’t stop,” he said and I just kept on sucking as if I was daring him to do so. I would have drank him down if he had. I felt superb, my own cock brushing lightly against my petticoats, just enough to make me want to do anything.
I held his shaft as he peed, in my hands and also with my mouth as John held my hair back out of the way of his fountain.
“Don’t shake it when I finish,” he ordered. “I want you to suck off the little droplets.”
“You two are sick,” Margaret interjected and so began another debate between them.
“What’s wrong with my sex maid, drinking a little pee?” he asked.
“I don’t want her doing that,” replied Margaret.
“Why not? She is ready and willing.”
“Just don’t.”
“Wow, here you go again Margaret. You really are a woman of double standards at times. Only a few hours ago you were telling me how much you wish she had licked your ass when you and her were posing at the tree as she licked my cum from your pussy. You wished I had encouraged her to push her tongue into your ass hole. Now, when I get the chance to pee a little into her mouth you don’t want me to do it.”
Their discussion had brought me from my entranced state and I could here the occasional vehicle pass on the road. None could stop in the same lay-by because of the car and the caravan. Then things changed.
“Tell you what Margaret,” John announced as he slipped his dick back into his trousers. “You can be the boss from now on. You can decide what we can do and what we can’t do so that it falls within your guidelines of what is acceptable and unacceptable for both of us.”
At that he stormed off in a very petulant mood.
Margaret shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
“Show me that you still love me,” she suggested, lifting the camera to her eye.
I slipped my arms under my innermost petticoat and raised everything to show her my deflated dick. I took a couple of my many layers of petticoat and brushed it over my cock and then grabbed it and began masturbating to her.
“I’d do anything for you darling,” I admitted, once again developing my entranced condition.
With her tiny skirt already exposing her sex, Margaret eased it above her waist and then led me by the cock deeper into the bushes. We found an old newspaper for me to kneel on as she leaned against a tree and had me lick her off. I continued licking after her orgasm as I plucked up the courage to do it. I looked up at her.
“Turn around Margaret, I want to lick your bum. I want to push my tongue inside you. I want to lick you all over and then fuck you in the bum. I’ll do anything for you, I love you so much.”
Without hesitation Margaret bent forward and her anal entrance stared me in the face. I was excited. I placed a kiss on it a couple of times and then tasted it, her love juices from her pussy intermingling, her taste quite sweet. She smelled beautiful, as always, and I eased open her buttocks a little further and concentrated my tongue on her anal rosebud. Greedily I licked at it for a few moments and then eased her open with my tongue and my fingers.
I heard her give a moan of pleasure, no doubt helped by her own fingers in her pussy as my tongue opened her up. There was no dirty taste and I loved what I was doing, my cock once again solid and straining against my petticoats. John arrived and took the camera from her and set about capturing our sexy scene in the roadside wood.
My tongue was licking the juices flowing from her cunt as well as her ass hole when she once again orgasmed, her attempt at subduing her cries unsuccessful for a moment as she fought to control herself and in her confessions she wanted me to fuck her virgin ass.
“Another time,” interrupted John as he watched the two of us recover and then adjust our clothing to get back to the car.
John was back in charge – but not for long.
The remainder of the journey took about twenty minutes. There was an atmosphere in the car so I just sat silently and watched as the road get narrower and hillier and the surrounding countryside developed into masses of fir trees. I took the time to actually think for a moment about what I was doing and what I was letting these people do to me. I loved being dressed up as a girl, the more frills the better. I loved the thrill of going public, the thrill of having sex, any kind of sex so close to the passing public which not only excited me but my fellow travellers. I was in love with both of them and had really taken to sucking John as much as licking his gorgeous wife. If he wanted to fuck me when we were in the woods I would bend over and offer my boy pussy for him to have, but I might tease him for a little while.