Erotic fantasies: 7> It’s a man’s world
written by:
Chris-t6290

When we met up at Jill's the following week - she being 40 years young - I had a strange feeling that, after last week's shorter story as they had already become, the three women of mature years, to that of Jenny and myself, were a tad bit inhibited about being frankly explicit.

Rather than give you my usual short bio about our host for the day, Jill, I'll simply let her story speak for itself:

It's a man's world (Content edited for readability.) [My aside comments]

Having left school at 16, and with no interest in higher education, I thought that I could do pretty much any job I set my mind to; how wrong was that assumption, I soon realised, when all I could get were menial jobs; most of which, for one reason or another, only lasted a short while.

As time went on, It got so, that, having viewed the long list on my résumé, prospective employers would turn me down flat, which ultimately forced me to, at the young age of 21, sign on the social welfare.

Approaching the sixth week, and with little job prospects, a Ms Daniels appeared to take a concerted interest in my plight.

"Have you ever thought about doing manual labour, Ms Hall?" she enquired.

"What sort?" I rejoined.

"How about a building sight? It will be unskilled, of course," she informed me.

"I see, so I don't need any formal training, then?" I questioned, just to be sure.

"No, as I said, it's chiefly unskilled. Any required training will be handled by whoever's in charge," she assured me, although I had a suspicion that she just wanted shot of me.

"Okay, then," I said agreeably, figuring I was tough enough to make it in a man's world.

Looking up some job vacancies on her computer - what I wouldn't now give to be IT literate - Ms Daniels then made a couple of phone calls before returning to me.

"Okay, Ms Hall, there's a shop, a store in fact, that's being refurbished for its new owners. What they are looking for is a junior to be trained while working. I see you're just 21, so you fit that requirement aptly," she elucidated graciously, like she was doing me a big favour, before giving me the details of where it was and who I needed to report to the following day.

The next morning, having set my alarm the night before, I missed pressing the snooze button and subsequently woke up 30 minutes later.

‘Christ!' I exclaimed, realising what time it was, only to then figure that the odd 15 minutes would hardly matter, considering.

Arriving at the almost boarded up store - which was on 3 levels, I noticed - at 15 after 9, I pressed the buzzer and waited. Shortly afterwards, a burly black man wearing an orange safety helmet on his bald head, he having taken it off to speak to me, said: "The store won't be finished for a couple of weeks, miss," and directed me to the notice on the distant wood panel.

"That's okay, I've come to see a Mr Graham; it's about the junior trainee," I informed him.

"What, you mean?" he exclaimed, with an air of surprise.

"Yes, a Ms Daniels organised it all yesterday," I expounded, prompting him to open the door and let me in.

"Thank you," I said, pleasantly. "I'm Rebecca Hall," I informed him, "and you?" I enquired.

"Ro-oland," he exclaimed aghast, before closing the door and locking it.

"This way, then, Rebecca," he said, and subsequently lead me in the direction of a small amount of noise.

"Who's this, then, Roland, one of your lady friends?" a white guy, of medium build and height with straight brown hair and otherwise chiselled features, enquired mordantly.

"Not quite, Al (short for Alan), she, Rebecca, is here about the junior trainee job," Roland informed him.

"What, with a ‘rack' like that?" another of them remarked.

Being as I was young, I had no idea at that particular time that he was referring to my shapely 36DD breasts as we continued to where I eventually, having attracted remarks from two more workmen and soon to be colleagues, met Mark Graham.

"So, Hall," he said, no doubt finding my first name too long to pronounce, "you're my new junior trainee, and some 15 minutes late," exclaimed Mark derisively.

"Yes, Mr Graham, I am sorry about being la-" I started to apologise, only for him to cut me short.

"Well, you're here now, and, I notice, not suitably attired for the job," he remarked of my feminine clothes: grey skirt, red blouse and 4 inch heel slip-ons.

"I've got some casual clothes in my shoulder bag," I informed him. "Just show me where I can get changed," I said; whereupon, he instructed Roland to take me to the makeshift restroom.

"So, what made you choose this line of work, Rebecca?" Roland enquired casually, as he waited for me to get changed.

"What do you mean?" I rejoined, taking off my skirt, having already pulled on my faded denims with their ill-fitting waistband.

"Don't think me sexist, Rebecca, but manual, physical labour is, let's face it, a masculine trade," Roland pointed out, and quite eloquently, I thought.

"I didn't choose this willy-nilly," I told him, tying up my trainers.

"No?" he exclaimed, with an air of surprise.

"No. A Ms Daniels from the social services organised it for me. Although I got the feeling, even more now, that she just wanted shot of me," I elucidated, as I pulled on my long sleeve top.

"Are you about ready?" he enquired.

"Yes, although I don't have the right footwear, I fear," I informed Roland, before joining him.

Presently back with Mark, he introduced me to the others; Alan, you know; Tex, who remarked on my breasts; and Andy, who was blessed with curly blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

"We need to do something about your shoes, Hall, other than that, yeah, you'll pass," he almost gloated. "For now, though, why don't you rustle up six mugs of tea; Roland will show you where things are," he informed me, adding a wry smile.

And so it went - even with appropriate boots - over the next several days. Come the Friday morning, however, I asked Mark about some more meaningful work; intimating that I was more than ready to pull my weight with the others.

"Yeah, but are you capable, Hall?" he replied, flexing his muscular right arm as he did.

"Okay, I may not have the strength of you men, but I've got the determination," I rebuked.

"Alright, then. Seeing as you've formed some acquaintance with Roland, you can help him for the day. A spot of painting needs to be done in the rest room, that should keep you out of trouble," he told me.

Not expecting Mark to be so amiable, my shirt was a bit on the short side, something that didn't go unnoticed by Tex, of all others, when I was knelt down. "Is that a g-string, young lady?" he remarked cheekily, what with my badly fitting jeans.

"That's okay, ignore him," exclaimed Roland. "Haven't you got something that needs doing?" he then told Tex protectively.

"What did you mean by ‘rack', when you first met me?" I enquired.

"I don't think..." Roland started to say, only for Alan to put in an appearance.

"He was just being, you know, regarding your ‘tits', and a fine pair they are, too," he remarked.

I should point out, that, the male testosterone, which had been flying around these last several days, was somewhat getting to me.

"You like ‘em, then, I take it," I rejoined, giving almost as good as I got, and with little consideration as to where it may otherwise lead.

"Yeah, I mean, everyone needs a bosom for a pillow," remarked Alan, with a cheeky demeanour.

"I bet that's not all you want to rest there," I told him cynically, as I dipped the brush - Roland using a roller by comparison - into the tray I'd been given.

"You know she's wearing a g-string," exclaimed Tex.

"Haven't you two got some work to do?" Roland iterated, and as he did, a spot of paint dripped onto my shirt.

"Oops, sorry, Rebecca, I've rather messed up your shirt," he apologised, pointing it out.

"Well, I'm not taking it off here to wash it," I said, before downing my brush and going to the ladies room.

"You want me to help you with that, Rebecca?" Tex suggested smugly.

"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you, just," I rejoined mordantly, figuring I'd gotten one up on him for his ‘rack' remark. So far, I'd held my own, seeing no reason to complain to Mark, as yet.

"Don't you find they get in the way?" Tex said, following me.

"It's okay, Tex, there are some things we women can do without the interference of men," I elucidated.

"You're a bit of a bitch," he rejoined.

"I'm a what?" I exclaimed, my hands on my hips as my hazel eyes shot daggers at him.

‘Fuck, that does it,' I thought. And leaving what I was doing, I went and found Mr Graham, who seemed utterly unconcerned. Not wanting to be fired, yet again, I simply took it on the chin and, leaving the now almost dried in paint stain, returned to my work.

"So, what did Mark say?" Tex asked, realising where I'd been.

"Fuck off!" I exclaimed, as I once more set about doing some work.

"You've got that right, missy, so, how about it?" he proffered.

"How about what?" I rejoined, doing my best to play dumb, even though I have auburn hair.

"Come on, Rebecca, I bet you haven't had a good seeing to in ages."

"What makes you think you're man enough to fulfil my needs?"

"Needs, shmeeds, who gives a fuck. I bet you've got a nice tight pussy," Tex continued.

"I wager her ass is just as..." Alan began to add.

"You're definitely not going in there," I impulsively replied, overlooking as I did, what I'd somewhat agreed to; being fucked.

"Are you sure about that, Rebecca?" Roland, noticing my faux pas, exclaimed.

‘Oh shit,' I realised.

"When I said...I meant...I didn't mean...oh fuck it. And I suppose you all want a go, then?" I said, directing Tex and Alan's attention to the table that we have our lunch on, and for which, as far as I was concerned, cock was the only thing on today's menu, as I doubt they'd be at all interested in devouring my pussy.

[As clichéd as this may seem, aren't all our fantasies?!]

Just then, Mark put in a rather concerned appearance. "Hall just brought a complaint to my attention, guys..."

"Fuck it, Graham, it doesn't matter," I told him. "Come here, and let me suck your dick," I proffered, before unzipping Tex and Alan's jeans.

"I dare say young Andy will want to be in on this," Alan called to Mark, who then turned to no doubt fetch him.

"I'm not taking these, any of you in my ass, alright!" I insisted. "Especially not one as fucking big as that!" I exclaimed, having Roland taken out his aptly named ‘cock monster'.

Taking a hold of it, I noticed it was as thick as my forearm and almost as long. "That, that's some fucking cock you've got, Roland," I commended, as I knelt mesmerized on the stone floor, my tongue almost drooling over it before I presently drew the bulbous head towards me.

"Emnn," I moaned, feasting on it while stroking the two stood either side of big black Roland.

"Mind if I take your top and bra off, Hall?" Graham proffered.

Making sure that I didn't say the wrong thing, in answer to his seemingly double negative, I released Roland and rejoined: "No, I don't mind," and returned to my black warrior.

This time, I slid my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft as I held it against his abdomen and stomach, before doing likewise to the sides; eventually taking it back into my mouth and sliding my lips forward and back along it; not quite being brave enough to manoeuvre it down my throat, for fear of otherwise suffocating.

"Ease up, there, Hall, it's not lunchtime yet," Mark exclaimed. And having released the three of them, he whipped my top and bra off, thereby exposing my shapely breasts for all to see.

"Wow, Rebecca, are they all yours?" extolled Roland and Alan.

"Of course, why wouldn't they be," I rejoined, before recommencing my triple cock play, this time licking the head of Alan's, before sucking it down and into my throat.

"Look at that, Roland," he said, nudging him.

"Sure, but when it comes to her pussy, which of us will fill it the most?" he replied.

Now knelt behind me, Mark was copping a feel of my boobs while Andy, somewhat adventurously, went to work on the zip of my jeans, which he was having a bit of trouble with. Realizing this, I let go of Tex and undid the button for him; and together we soon had them over my round shapely ass.

Having returned to what I was doing, it was Mark's hand I felt, move from my right breast onto my moist g-string, followed by Andy's replacing it on my right tit. Together, they soon built up a pleasurable feeling throughout my upper body, one that added to that which I get from sucking dick; once more chomping on Roland's.

"How wet is she?" Alan remarked.

"How do her tits feel?" Tex asked, almost instantaneously. No doubt wishing he could be the one fondling them.

"Why don't you four change over, and find out yourselves," I suggested, wanting to gorge on Roland's black staff some more; my pussy notably weeping at the prospect of it filling her up.

Within seconds, Alan had his workmen like right hand in my panties, followed by Tex's almost harsh ones around my breasts, which he kneaded while rolling each nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"Hemngh," I soon exclaimed, in response, continuing to suck Roland's black dick, before Mark nudged me with the head of his.

Swapping over, Mr Graham, being the boss, was a bit more forceful. Having placed his right hand behind my head, he then guided me to suck it at first, before swinging his hips with some alacrity; his horn like cock fucking my mouth and soon nudging my throat, which I somehow managed to prevent it going into.

"Man, she's fucking wet," Alan presently exclaimed, having their combined actions, including Mark's, made me cum.

"And, I suppose you want to fuck me, now?" I proffered. "Just let me..." I began to say, wanting to suck young Andy's dick first, only for Tex and Alan to raise me up into a standing position; still holding onto Roland and Andy.

Immediately releasing them, I now placed my hands on Roland's strong shoulders, so that Alan and Tex could remove my work boots, followed by my jeans, which had pooled around my ankles, and finally my g-string; its wetness noticeable when they slid the material down my lithe legs.

"You can suck on young Andy, Rebecca, while we give you a good fucking," Alan remarked, motioning me back against the table, which he and Tex then hoisted me onto.

"Who goes first?" Exclaimed Tex, stroking himself in readiness.

"Why don't you choose, Hall," Graham suggested, as I took a hold of Andy, beside me.

"I don't mind," I said, "so long as you don't put it in my ass," I once more confirmed upon them.

"So, you don't like it in the old ‘backdoor', then," Mark all but sniggered, as he approached me.

Having I already moved my legs up and back, in readiness for them to 'screw' me, he then positioned my thighs apart and back.

"Well, Hall, you've feasted on us, right," he said, addressing the others with the last part, "so, it's only fair that we return the pleasure," he added, before lowering his head towards my wet and almost shaved quim; not quite what I had earlier expected, but more than welcome all the same.

"You really don't have to, but...!" I said, before taking Andy's cockhead into my mouth, just as I felt Mark's chin graze against my thigh. Not wanting his stubble to cause a rash later, I immediately lowered my free hand and opened myself up for him.

"That's better, Hall, now I can really get at it," he exclaimed, as I motioned Andy's cock back and forth of my mouth; he being young compared to the others, his cock wasn't quite long enough to make it down my throat, although, that didn't stop him from trying, I noticed.

"Emngf," I murmured, whenever his groin, pressed against my face, pushed my lips back, causing as it did, saliva to run from the right side of my mouth. Equally so, it wasn't just Mr Graham's dribble that trickled down my ass crack, as he, along with that of Tex And Alan pulling and pinching my tits, had me once again cumming.

"Mind if we have a taste, boss?" Alan presently spoke up.

"Why don't you wait until you come to fuck the darling little slut," he chuckled, as he drew himself up, his cock bulging from the firm staid grip that he had on it.

"I'm going to fuck her now," he said, almost defiantly, and then, without as much as a by your leave, his cock was up me.

‘Oh fuck!' I exclaimed inside, as it fully penetrated me to the brim, his wiry pubes crunching against the tuft, just above my clit, as he gave it to me; and there was quite a bit I'd already noticed from him having tried to guide it down my throat.

"There you go, Hall, that'll do to be going on with, there are five of us after all," Mark said, as he took himself from my just fucked quim. "Best let Roland go last though, he being so dam big an' all," he added, before moving to where Andy was.

"I'm sure you can fit two of us in there, also," Mark suggested. And without thinking any more of what he meant, I opened my mouth and let him in next to Andy, just as I noticed another stubbled chin, Alan's, brush against the lower flesh of my open gash; my fingers still toying with my sticky rigid clit.

‘Where's he going?' I wondered, my mouth now having two cocks to contend with, as he wiggled the tip around a bit before snaking lower and, onto my anus.

‘Emn, yes, Alan, that most definitely feels nice, but, you're still not sticking your cock up there!' All of which, encouraged my hand all the more, especially with Roland sucking each of my tender buds in turn.

"I think Rebecca would appreciate having her clit sucked, Alan," he suggested in his rather deep voice.

‘She would, eventually, but she was rather enjoying what he was doing to her otherwise puckered asshole.' I rather wondered, having watched my share of smutty movies, why men found a woman's anus so tasty; I was finding out first hand, and I was definitely enjoying the experience.

"Why don't you lick her pussy, Tex?" Roland suggested, considering the meal Alan was making of my butt, having since moved onto kissing its roundness.

"Can't I just pork her, he (Alan) is after all pleasuring her?" rejoined Tex dispassionately.

"What do you say, Hall, can Tex fuck you?" Mark enquired, avoiding a repeat of his crudity. Just about managing it, I nodded my agreement before motioning my lips along the specimens in my mouth.

Then, all of a sudden, I had an almost concerned thought: ‘having been so free and easy with letting them have me, what would the rest of the time be like; would they expect this every day, and would any work get done?'

‘Fuck, Tex, take it easy with me,' his spearing action bringing me back to the ‘now' with a shock, and with two of Alan's fingers probing my anus.

What with that, being reamed by Tex, Roland dining on my breasts, fellating two warm hard dicks, and me frigging my clit, my senses were soon reeling as another climax spiralled up through my body.

"Urmng," I vociferated, my body likewise bucking up a few times as a power surge ran through me to my brain, my mouth losing its lax grip on Alan, who popped out.

"I think she's had enough mouth play," Mark exclaimed. "Let's have Alan and her up on the table," he directed.

With the young curly haired man laid on the table, Roland and Graham helped me up; after which, I climbed over Andy and soon had his cock inside me; leaving just Roland and Alan...!

"Not in my ass, guys, Alan, please, I mean it," I said, as I, having leant over Andy, fucked myself on him.

Just then, I felt the table shake, as I realised one of them was getting up behind me. ‘God, they're fucking persistent,' I thought, although being as I was, my shapely ass sticking out invitingly didn't much help to discourage them.

"Not my ass with your cock, please," I somewhat insisted vehemently, hoping they'd otherwise be content to just simply play with it.

Completely ignoring me, they then knelt behind me and slid the underside of their intrusive weapon along my curple.

"No, please, no," I almost cried, as I felt the head move ever lower.

‘God, I'm about to be ass raped,' I fretted, as the head rolled around my part open anus, only to then chug lower; onto my perineum before...and it was then that I recalled Mark's earlier remark: ‘I'm sure you can fit two of us in there, also,' the also being my wet pussy, I now realised, as the crown of the cock behind me, nudged against my opening and slid in.

"There you go, Hall, not your ass, you'll agree, but just as tight," exclaimed Mr Graham, as the two cocks both fucked themselves into me, the pleasure of which was added to, by an occasional slap on each of my buttocks while Andy, caressed, licked and or sucked my breasts and nipples.

"Yes, oh fuck, yes, more, keeping fucking me and pulling my tits," I emboldened, as I motioned my juicy cunt back and forth on them. "Are we, oh God, yes, harder, Alan, going to get much work done, and not just today?" I ventured, just as the makings of yet another fulfilling climax began to gather like a storm.

"Well, let's just keep this to Friday," Mark exclaimed, suggesting this be a weekly ritual, just as Alan withdrew himself from me. ‘Not Roland,' I now fretted, irrespective of how narrow Andy was.

"Of course, there's always lunch break," he added, as Alan climbed down, and I continued to merrily fuck my blonde haired young colleague.

Although no one else got up, I was shortly brought to a halt, all the way down on Andy's ‘tool', as someone, their hand on the small of my back, motioned me lower.

‘What now?' I mused, my ass once more sticking up invitingly for some, one of them to kiss and lick.

Moments later, as I did my best to gyrate around Andy, I felt something trickle onto my butt and then my ass crack; I felt sure they'd headed my request not to go up my ass.

Seconds later, I felt something smooth and un-cock like, which would have required ‘Mr Fantastic' to reach me, skim around the oil like substance as it ventured closer to my exposed bum hole.

"What is it?" I asked unobjectionably, as the wooden object; a tool handle I guessed, got closer, the anticipation of which, caused me to raise myself up and down, as I instinctively fucked just the head of young Andy's phallus.

"Emn, oh, easy with that," I uttered, as the rounded end teased my anal ring, before being slipped just inside.

"How's that, Rebecca?" my dark knight ventured; so long as he, of all of them, wasn't expecting his ‘tool' to replace the one presently in my ass.

"It's okay, quite nice in fact, but!" I rejoined, letting them know that was all, as, the hand since now having been removed, I once more fucked myself on Andy while the handle did likewise to my ‘backdoor'.

"Emn, yes, fuck my ass," I soon encouraged whichever of them was doing it.

"Oh fuck, yes. This is fucking lovely," I further extolled, as I rode both objects.

"That's not an invitation to replace it, mind," I told them, "meanwhile, when do I get Roland?" I enquired, wishing somehow it was his cock up my butt, instead; all of which soon had me creaming.

Once the tool handle had been extracted from my rectums vice like grip, they helped me, and then Andy down, before once more having my lay on the table.

"There you go, ‘big guy', Hall's all yours," Mark said, and just before Alan and he each motioned one of my legs out and back.

"Emn, I've been dying to lick your pussy since the first moment I set eyes on you, Rebecca," the randy black stud exclaimed, as, having placed his hands just below the mounds of my ass, he motioned me forwards, my butt half way overhanging the edge.

"Me too," I lied, although I had since wanted him.

"Use your tongue on me," I said, moving both my hands to open myself up like a flower for him. "Fuck me with it, Roland, then, then I want to feel your long thick cock inside me, fucking my horny wet cunt," I continued, my nimble fingers working on my clit ardently.

"Now, Roland, do it now," I all but beseeched him, as his head, shiny from the glow of the lamp, abruptly disappeared below my eye's view.

"Oh, fuck, yeeesss," I strangled a cry, when I felt the warmth of his breath against my exposed sex, as his tongue homed in on the tip of my distended clit.

"Emn, emn-more," I quivered, when he followed up his sucking motion, by slipping two of his equally big long fingers into my anus; all of which, soon had my pussy once more streaming; no doubt in readiness to receive his thick member, but, and not before he'd licked up most of my honeyed juices.

Roland, having soon lifted himself up, kissed along the inside of each thigh, the residue of my secretions on his lips and mouth, causing them to tingle with expectancy.

"Fuck me, Roland," I said passionately, as he raised himself ever higher, and over me.

"Stick your long, thick, cock, in my cunt, and hammer me with it," I fervently exclaimed, my eyes following his as he craned himself over me, ready, like a predatory animal moving in for the kill.

Taking my right hand, and without either of us breaking eye contact, he placed it, as best he and it could, around his pulsating black shaft. Then, having moved his hands lower, he eased open the petals of my now swollen ‘fuck flesh'; my engorged labia.

"Oh fuck, emn," I murmured my anticipation, as I guided the head of his black snake towards its temporary home.

There, I teased myself with it; sliding the bulbous head up and down my partially exposed slit, before immersing just the crown in my pool of tranquillity. This was one fuck, the kind of fuck my body had been crying out for, and I was in no rush to expedite it, irrespective of the reaming I would no doubt receive from the others, afterwards.

Yes, Roland was a true ladies man in every sense, having given control to me, as I now motioned his magical wand back and forth, inch by tiny inch, further into my warm moist sanctuary.

"It might be a good idea to grip the edge of the table, and with both hands, Rebecca," Roland lowly explicated, as he moved his commanding hands to grip my upper thighs.

Yes, this big black man, with an equally stout cock was going to fuck the life out of me, thank you Ms Daniels, I extolled, as I loosened my grip on his sceptre, and then moved my hands to grasp the table.

‘Fuck me, Roland, fuck me hard, deep and true,' I called out in my head, as I felt him slowly withdraw his cock in readiness to smite me with his mighty weapon.

"Oh FUCK!" I cried out, as he thrust himself deep inside me, causing me to profusely pant: "Huh, huh, huh," afterwards, as he again withdrew it in readiness.

"Fuck me, fuck me, Roland," I bewailed, and he didn't disappoint, slamming his tumescent cock deep into my ever-moistening pussy, my quim, my cooze, my vulva, my CUNT! My cunt was being vigorously fucked, and she was enjoying every quintessential millisecond of it.

"Oh God, being men, you don't know how wonderful this fucking feels," I said, having since moved my weaker left hand onto Roland's waist, to further encourage him.

"That's it, Roland, I'm almost there," I informed him, as I felt a thunderous orgasm muster deep inside the pit of my cervix, "Keep fucking me, like that, yes, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fuck—ing c-um!" I exclaimed profusely, as the sensations welled up and coursed over me, my all but limp body giving up to the wonder fuck it was receiving.

"Oh fuck, me too, Rebecca," he growled and then grunted, as almost simultaneously we climaxed, his warm sticky cream mingling with that of my own as jet after jet of it pumped into my pussy.

My body trembled as I felt his essence coat the walls of my vulva, and still his cock ejected small deposits, before finally stopping. Then, as he withdrew himself from me, I couldn't help but lightly grip his thick rod, to drain every last morsel of spunk from him.

"Oooh fffuckk," he trembled, just before it finally emerged with a plop. And as he moved away, I found myself surround, almost, by four men, each one with an equally hard dick that was ready to fuck me the same.

Wanting what I just had with Roland to be special, something I felt I wouldn't get from three of them, I held them off as I sat up.

"I've got a suggestion," I said, as I shimmied my butt further forward. "Since I'm none too eager to take you up my ass, guys, I'll willingly bend over the table and let you fuck me, while you again fuck my ass with the tool handle you used earlier, or some other equally sized one," I proffered, as I eased myself down, bearing in mind that it may have had a sharp point to it.

"Okay, girly, get yourself over and your feet spread wide," Tex enjoined, giving my rump a more than playful slap of his cupped right hand once I'd turned and bent forwards; still to extend my feet for him.

"Yeah, that'll do," he exclaimed, before more oil was drizzled on and between my ass cheeks, followed thereafter, by a slightly narrower tool handle being slid into my anus. ‘Emm, maybe if I corner Andy after work,' I thought, as Tex reamed my pussy and someone else, he having hold of my hips, diddled my otherwise tight little ‘backdoor'.

What with the wonderful fuck I got from Roland earlier, I won't dwell on the basic fucking I took from each of the others. I will add that, Tex, followed by Alan, removed the tool and shot their jism down/up my asshole; Andy, who went next, soon released himself into my well fucked and satisfied pussy; while Mark, being the gaffer, had me swallow his cock cream, before ordering us all back to work.

‘The end,' announced Jill, and to much acclaim, as we each uncrossed our obviously now humid legs.

NB. By crossing our legs at above the knee, we women can bring pressure to our...and facilitate a slight but fulfilling climax; indeed, my thong was quite moist, I noticed, when I used Jill's loo; so much so that I had to remove it.

On the drive home, to Jenny's, of course, we each let out a sigh when, stopped at traffic lights, we noticed some workmen finishing up outside a new shopping store, three of whom were big and very, very black!

"God, I'm fucking horny, Jenny, and I'm not wearing any knickers," I exclaimed, as I half consciously moved my right hand between my humid thighs. "Think they'll see me as a charity case?" I said, as I pulled down the road where they were working.

‘Fraid you'll just have to let your mind conjure up what happened between Jenny, me and the six workmen; keeping in mind that, unlike Rebecca, we two definitely like to be ass fucked.