Horny housewives & Milfs: 8> the MILF and the gardeners
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Chris-t6290

"I don't know, Graham," I cautiously remarked to my husband, who had agreed, without first consulting me, to let two felons do the gardening that he had neglected to do, as part of their community service punishment.

"If it was anything serious, Davina, they would have been locked up. The way I see it, it's a means of rehabilitating them; doing things for others, unselfishly," he assuaged me.

"Okay then," I agreed, if only to get the garden sorted out.

"When, what day and time can we expect them?" I enquired, hoping it would be at the weekend, when Graham would also be here.

"Some time next Wednesday. They only work 4 hours a day, 5 days a week," he informed me.

"Well, alright, then," I said, resigning myself to the fact that I would be alone with them.

Having been dropped off by a van, and introduced to me as Clive and Andrew by their supervisor, he informed me that he would pick them back up in four hours, before biding me good day; there being several other similarly dressed men in the van I noticed as I invited my pair inside.

Showing them through the hall to the kitchen and then the garden (I'd made a point of keeping the downstairs doors shut) I pointed out the downstairs water closet for them to use.

"You'll find the tools my husband uses, although not of late, in here," I said, as I opened the shed for them; the door's hinges creaking as always.

"That just needs a spot of oil, Mrs Meadows," exclaimed Clive, who, having found some, quickly applied it, and within moments, motioning the door back and forth, the noise had diminished.

"Thank-you, and call me Davina," I rejoined. I'd been on at Graham to sort that out for weeks, and within no time at all, one of two strangers had rectified it.

"What would you like us to do first?" Andrew said, his smile putting me more at ease with them.

"The grass, as you've no doubt noticed, can do with cutting. I'm afraid we've only got a manual mower," I informed them. "Then there are the conical hedges (as I'd describe them), which could do with a trim," I said, indicating three tall bushes that were now oval at the bottom and should otherwise extend to a point at the top.

"Anything else?" Clive exclaimed, emitting a cheeky grin.

"I'm sure that will keep you busy...there's no rush," I said, before leaving them to get on with it, and doing the laundry.

What with the weather being warm and sunny, I decided to hang the washing on the outdoor stand, that way I could also keep an eye on Clive and Andrew; not that I didn't fully trust them.

"Here, let me," Clive proffered, the top half of his overall hanging down from his waist, while that which his off white vest didn't cover displayed the taught muscles on his arms as he brought the mower to a halt and then stepped towards me.

Taking the basket of damp clothes from me, I thanked him and said he didn't need to help; not for one second suggesting I wasn't grateful, however, the first load included my underwear - thongs and an odd g-string. I had to stop myself from blushing as I took each one out and hung it up in front of him.

"You've got some eloquent dress sense, Mrs Meadows," Clive remarked, his choice of words suggesting he was similarly bashful.

"Okay, well, thank-you. Best get back to what we were doing," I said nervously, before returning to the kitchen, my eyes catching sight of Andrew as I did. He too had removed his top, his arm muscles subsequently flexing as he trimmed the first of the three hedges...snip...snip...snip.

Gardening, and indeed most chores that required exertion, was not the only thing that Graham was remiss in. My previous concerns about the two men tending the garden aside, my husband's efforts in the bedroom left much to be desired of late; he getting his jollies, so to speak, while leaving me frustrated and in need of having to take care of myself.

Since we only had sex on Friday and Saturday, he needing to otherwise get up early for the 60 minute drive to work, I was feeling my usual horny self, and quite vulnerable, what with two almost half naked strangers working in our garden. What made it more so was, in an effort to get off while Graham was fucking me, I'd fantasize about being taken by two men; no specifics, just two men that I had picked up in a bar or club.

They would take me back to where one of them lived and roughly use and fuck me. Sometimes I would get off other times not. Such carnalistic thoughts, as I loaded up the basket, now played on my mind, fuelled, of course, by both the attire of Andrew and Clive and what their misdemeanour was.

Returning to the garden, Clive, who by now had cut a quarter of the grass and who's brow and arms were emitting sweat from his effort, once more stopped what he was doing and came over to help me.

"You've done remarkably well," I smiled thankfully, as I hung up the whites, mostly Graham's pants and vests.

"I see your husband's not as flamboyant as you," Clive remarked, his white teeth shining as he smiled.

"Would you like a cold drink?" I suggested, having soon finished.

"Yes, that will be most appreciated, Mrs Meadows," Clive rejoined, before returning to cut the grass.

"How about you, Andrew, would you like a cold drink?" I called over to him from the path. As I did, I noticed that the first bush, now trimmed, was phallic like.

"Well—done," I stuttered my gratitude, before going inside to get the drinks.

‘Get a grip,' I minded myself, however, my now leaking pussy had other ideas. And as I opened the fridge to get three cans of cola, my head began to spin with erotic images. I had never cheated on my husband, and yet here I was, almost unable to control my thoughts about doing just that. Was it so wrong to have such fantasies, something my mother impressed upon me once I was wed.

Momentarily placing their two on the nearby work surface, I directed the one I had taken for myself, underneath my black below the knee length skirt, where I pressed the chilled can against my moist panties in an effort to cool my ardour.

"Emn," I lowly moaned and shivered, unaware as I did, until I heard the backdoor shut, that one of them had come in; no doubt to use the water closet.

Thankfully not hearing or otherwise ignoring me, I didn't see which one it was as they went about their business.

Returning to the laundry, when I emptied the third load into the basket, Clive commended me on the aroma of the amenity and then offered to carry the basket for me.

"Okay," I rejoined. "I'll just get the drinks," I said, my gaze drawn to mine; my thoughts as to where it had just been.

Popping them in the basket, which contained the lights: Graham's shirts, my blouses, a couple of summer dresses and skirts, I opened the door saying, ‘shall we,' and let Clive go first.

"Leave that, Andrew, come and have a drink and a break. You deserve it for your effort," I exclaimed, commending him for his work, the second tree, also phallic like, now trimmed.

"What are you doing for lunch?" I said, recalling that they were empty handed when they arrived, as I hung the washing; each one holding the basket in one hand while they took refreshing glugs from their cans.

"Didn't they mention it to your husband, Davina, you're expected to provide a sandwich," Andrew informed me.

‘Shit, another thing he'd neglected,' I realised, only for my aroused mind to conjure up a vivid image of me being the filling for a sandwich in between two men.

I had planned to have scrambled eggs and some tinned tomatoes on toast. Since I had almost a full box of eggs, plenty for the three of us, I suggested that.

"If you're sure it won't put you out, Davina. No need to go to such an effort on our part," Clive said magnanimously, his, their pleasant nature again getting to me; whereupon, I indicated I would be more than happy to, before taking the empty basket and hurrying back inside.

‘Right! Where's that can,' I minded myself, as I dropped the basket. Moments after, and having taken it up, I had the now cool tin once more pressed against my throbbing clit.

‘Shit! Fuck!' my mind exclaimed, the metal being insufficient to matter. Going to the draw where I keep the cutlery, I found and removed a broad handled knife before returning to the backdoor. Leant against it, I lowered the knife with the handle uppermost beneath my skirt. I was desperately horny and in need of relief, the handle soon sliding into my aching pussy.

‘No. Stop,' my mind coming to its senses, realising that, in the midst of my climatic frenzy, I may well cut my fingers as I plunged it where a cock would do more good; my thoughts once more becoming carnal as I withdrew it from my moist quim and then returned the sharp blade to the draw.

Quickly composing myself, I saw to the last of the washing, and then took it outside.

"I've just this last load to hang up," I said, indicating the darks. "I'll then see about lunch, okay," I told them, Clive leaving the almost mown grass to once more help me.

Not long after I had returned, I put the tomatoes in a saucepan and then called them in; after which, I returned to put the egg mix in another pot and the third lot of bread in the toaster.

"Won't be long," I said cheerily, while they washed their hands in the sink and then used the towel I had left for them.

"Emn, that smells nice," remarked Clive, as he came to see for himself.

"Would you like me to make some tea?" Andrew proffered.

Although feeling overwhelmed, both by their presence and desire to help, I nonetheless had them sit down while I quickly ran around; putting the kettle, which I had the forethought to fill, on, and then spreading margarine on the six slices of toast, which I placed on three plates, before dishing up three helpings of scrambled egg and tomatoes on toast.

"There, get that down you," I said, before pouring out three mugs of tea, neither of them undoing the sleeves of their overalls, which they had tied around their waist.

"This tastes scrummy, Davina," regaled Andrew, Clive doing likewise with his own choice of complement, while the pair of them sat either side of me around the small kitchen diner, where every so often a leg or knee would inadvertently touch mine.

"You're an excellent cook, Davina," Clive thanked me afterwards, before finishing his tea, and then taking his plate, mug and cutlery to the sink.

"It's okay, I've got a dishwasher for those," I said, as I heard the taps go on. Then, thanking me also, Andrew got up and took his empty items to the draining board.

Now left alone, having spent lunch with them close to me, their upper bodies almost naked, my hand, as I loaded the items into the dishwasher, went to my throbbing clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I murmured, as I sought relief, only for my self pleasure to be interrupted and cut short by the phone ringing. ‘Double fuck,' I exclaimed, as I retrieved my hand and quickly went to answer it.

"Fuck off!" I exclaimed, upon hearing an automated call about a bank rebate, the type I get everyday and which Graham was supposed to have sorted out.

Suddenly, and what with his continued neglect interrupting my needs, something inside me snapped.

‘Fuck you, Graham, or more to the point not,' I seethed inside. My attention falling on the pool table, his table, and one that he warned me off playing on.

‘Right,' I remarked, as I thought of a game I could play on there, and not just alone.

Going up to my bedroom, I removed my clothes. I then replaced them with a much shorter skirt, hold up stockings and a tight fitting chemise - no bra or panties.

‘Yes, just perfect,' I remarked of my side on reflection in the mirror, my engorged, bud like nipples pushing against the material while a wicked smile crossed my face.

Looking out of my bedroom window, I noticed that Clive and Andrew, now with their vests off, were almost finished. ‘You bad, naughty men,' I thought aloud, as my hand once more strayed to my now naked pussy.

‘What misdemeanour did you pair commit,' I wondered, as my now sticky fingers slid back and forth in my aching cunt.

‘God, I bet they're big, bigger than Graham's puny sausage,' I urged, my fingers thrusting with alacrity and soon making me cum.

Licking my fingers, I quickly tidied myself up before going downstairs. There, I decided to leave bringing in the washing until later. Looking at the kitchen clock, I noticed that there was an hour to go before they were due to be picked up. ‘Plenty of time,' I realised to myself, for what I had in mind.

"Oh guys," I cooed, my almost seductive voice getting their immediate attention as I stood in the back doorway.

"Leave that, and come take a break," I said, my mind continuing: ‘there's something I'd like you to help me with.'

"In here," I told them, pushing open the lounge door and stepping over to the pool table.

"My negligent husband doesn't let me play," I said, taking up a cue from the rack. "I don't even know how to...which balls to hit, I mean. Care to show me," I said, before chalking the tip and then pursing my lips to blow away the residue.

"It's actually quite simple," Clive enthused, neither of them yet getting my actual drift and intention.

"Okay, Davina, using the tip of the cue you first need to strike the white ball and open up the pack," Andrew told me from the opposite end.

"Not that you're likely to, yet, but don't pot the black ball," exclaimed Clive, as I bent down to ready myself, my short skirt, as I expected, riding up my ass to display the lace tops of my nylons.

Fidgeting the white ball around some, more than I, a novice, should, I asked how ‘it' my cuing angle looked, only for both of them to indicate fine, just before I fizzed the white ball into the pack of triangulated balls.

"Oh, well done," announced Andrew, as I stood up.

"Why don't we have a game," Clive, behind me, suggested. "You can partner me, Davina, and take alternate shots. That way you can see some of the tactics involved, without otherwise feeling at a loss or left out," he added, no doubt encouraged by a glimpse of what was on offer.

"Okay, then...yes, I'd rather like that," I agreed, having one of them, at least, gotten the essence of what I wanted, and handed Andrew the cue for his shot.

"So, what you were saying about your husband neglecting you, Davina," Clive remarked confidently, even though I hadn't indicated it was me he was neglectful of, as he took his shot.

"Well, you've seen the garden," I said, as Andrew took his second shot.

"Oh, bad luck," Clive remarked, as the ball, purposefully I concluded, missed the middle pocket.

"Try this one, Davina, it's the easiest shot to pot," Clive directed me. And the one I would have to stretch the most to hit, I noticed, avoiding as I bent down, fouling the spread of balls that would be underneath my shapely breasts as I did.

"You can have one foot on the floor," Andrew told me, he now moving behind my frame, both to have a look up my skirt and to make sure that I did.

Positioning myself over the table while Andrew held my right foot on the ground, I looked back and forth to my tits and the cue ball before cracking the tip against it. Zing it went, cracking the ball that Clive had pointed out, which flew into the bottom left pocket.

Just then, and in my elated state, I felt a hand on my outstretched leg; Andrew still holding the other one in place.

"Do I get another shot," I sighed, as each ones hand slithered up my nylon, the sensation and attention causing me to relax lower and my breasts disperse the balls around them.

"Uh! You've fouled the balls, Davina," Clive, above me, exclaimed.

"What's the penalty," I cooed, as Clive moved my left leg further apart.

"We're here to help, Davina, any chore you'd like us to do," Andrew lowly rejoined, his hand soon smoothing my thigh, and with it, easing up the hem of my skirt to expose the curves of my buttocks.

"What would you have us do for you, Davina?" Clive all but whispered over my left shoulder, my grip on the cue relaxed enough that it had since rolled away.

"Emn, you know what," I said, doing my best to be modest as Clive neared my exposed humid pussy.

"You say it, and it will be done, Davina," Andrew, from my right side, breathed. His hands, far from being rough, felt smooth on my upturned rump.

"Fuck me, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard cocks fucking my neglected pussy," I moaned, just as Clive's hand strayed onto my responsive mound and short of my throbbing clit. I was beyond being naive towards them.

"Oh...oh...oh—ff...fuck," I cried out, my body tensing at the touch of another man, other than that of my husband, touching me intimately - it was pure, unadulterated bliss.

"How much time have we," Andrew exclaimed, his hand no longer on my ass. And hearing the rustle of clothing from behind me and to my right, I realised why.

"Forty minutes. And, we've got the garden to finish," Clive pointed out.

"Fuck the garden, fuck me. Besides, you can come back tomorrow," I appealed, not wanting the sort of quick in and out fuck that I get from Graham.

"We've got Mrs Hall's garden tomorrow," exclaimed Andrew, his hand now taking over from Clive who likewise got undressed.

"Leave it then, my need's greater," I told them, bracing my lower arms on the baize as Andrew finger fucked my pussy to a feverish climax.

"Fuck, yes, do it, more, like that, make me cum," I encouraged him, as Clive, naked except for his pants, moved the balls into their nearest pockets and the cues we had been using into the rack.

Soon finished, he climbed onto the table and sat in front of me, Clive's cock moving in his pants awaiting my attention. Although I had fantasised about being taken by two, sometimes three or more men, I hadn't done it; not until now and in the home I shared with my husband.

Moving my hands as Andrew massaged the inner folds of my vulva, I drew back the front of Clive's waistband and soon had his warm pliable cock in most of my hand, it being too thick, even semi-erect, to get my fingers and thumb around.

"Let me get this nice and hard for you, Clive, then you can fuck me with it," I teased, before brushing the spongy head along the underside of my lower lip, then my chin and finally my right cheek; after which, I slowly and teasingly licked around the glans and then down and up the shaft, making it moist with my saliva before covering the crown with my lips.

"Emn, emn," I murmured, as I feasted on the purple head, soon tasting a sediment of pre-cum that had leaked out.

"Hurm, I then responded, as I felt two of Andrew's now sticky fingers slide into my anus; pleasurable, yes, but surely they weren't going to fuck me there, not even Graham went near my ass, even with...!

"Hurm," I moaned, my lips sliding up and down Clive's responsive cock, which hardened in my mouth while, and at the other end, Andrew's warm breath on my exposed ass was followed by his tongue on my pussy, held open and inviting by his left hand.

"Hurm, hurm, hurm," I muffled gasps, as their attentiveness soon imbued another climax.

Presently letting me up and undressing me, I beckoned Clive from the table. Then, and with him stood beside Andrew, I took a hold of their cocks and lowered myself to the floor. Stroking them to begin with, I teased, licked and sucked Andrew's equally proportioned phallus, neither of them finding it necessary to use their hand to encourage me.

Having released Andrew's saliva slick prick, I turned my attention to Clive, only for Andrew's cock to swing down to my breasts.

"Would you like to fuck my tits while I suck Clive again," I smiled, raising myself off my haunches to bring them closer, and then turning my head to the side to fellate Clive.

Once Andrew had his cock between my shapely orbs, and without averting my attention from sucking the one in my mouth, I moved my hands to either side of my breasts and nestled Andrew's erection between them.

"Oh fuck, yes, Davina, you're a star," Andrew regaled, as he motioned the curve of his firm cock along the cleavage of my breasts.

"Don't cum. Not until you've fucked me," I said, emitting a coy smile with a hint I would let him fuck my tits later, and before he did.

I presently felt carefree. I had crossed a line and was overcome with a desire to be obscene. Drawing them closer to me, I directed both their cockheads towards my mouth, skimming my tongue around them to make the glans moist for what I now intended. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and somehow managed to ease them both inside; the pulse, pulse of the blood as it flowed along their cocks, resonating against my drawn in cheeks as I licked and sucked them. Emn, they tasted and felt good within the warm sanctuary of my mouth, my lips almost at full stretch as I moved back and forth on as much as I could take of their thick cocks.

Eventually releasing them, as I did, the strands of saliva that emerged with them trailed from my lower lip before breaking off. Dipping my head, I collected the drips up. Then, having reposed myself, I lowered my chin and opened my lips enough so that it dribbled onto my breasts; fingers of both hands sliding it around each areola and nipple.

Soon finished, I looked up at them, hunger and desire to be fucked, used even, in my eyes. "Help me onto the table and lay me across this end," I said, before offering my hands to them. "I want to suck one of you, while the other fucks me," I told them, as they helped me up.

With my head turned to the side, Andrew filled my mouth and soon began a back and forth rocking motion, his right hand cradling my head while his other caressed my breasts, moving it from one to the other with equal pleasured attention.

"Hurm," I again murmured, only this time languidly, not from a reaction to Clive sliding his cock into my pussy, though. No, quite the contrary. He had my legs open, alright, but it was his moist tongue I felt, instead of his cock, as it slowly burrowed its way inside.

"Hurm, hurm," I moaned, somewhat louder, my upper body flexing up and down as the waves of ecstasy rippled and rolled along inside me. ‘He was going to make me cum,' I realised, ‘maybe even fuck himself into me as I did,' I thought.

‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, do it, Clive,' I ached, his fingers pleasurably stroking my sheathed clit. Then, taking his tongue from me, I sensed from his movement that he had stood up, and just as Andrew drew his from my mouth and rested it on my lips; my hand immediately moving to stroke it.

Turning towards Clive, who stood majestic between my legs, I looked up at him through part glazed eyes as I stroked Andrew. Opening my splayed legs even more invitingly, I appealed to Clive to fuck me. "Put your cock in me, Clive, fill me up with it and fuck me," I said, tilting my head to the side and just enough that I was able to mouth and suck the side of Andrew's cock as I watched Clive take me.

"Yes, that's it, fuck me, both of you," I exclaimed, in between slurps on Andrew's phallus; an odd term of phrase you may think, but not in light of the shape of the bushes he had trimmed.

"That's it, come on, fuck me, harder, really give it to me," I enjoined, my tongue swirling around the warm puffy head beside me, which every so often, not to have Andrew feel momentarily left out, I would turn my head to let him fuck me, both of them doing me, mouth and cunt the same.

"I dare say you're not adverse to the taste of your pussy, Davina," Clive said, before withdrawing himself so that they could change places.

"Andrew has a preference for something different, position wise," Clive intimated, before helping me down. It turned out to be the one that he first felt me up in, Clive once more sat on the table, his cock glistening from my cum, which I languidly licked off as I awaited Andrew's intrusion.

"You've got a lovely ass, Davina," he said, before again sliding two of his fingers up there.

‘Surely not now,' I almost fretted, as he wormed them around, only for him to dismiss such thoughts by sliding the head of his cock along my sticky wet furrow.

"Emn, don't, don't tease me, Andrew. Put it inside me, please. Let me feel your cock in...THERE!" I yelped, as he thrust it into me.

Spitting onto the head of Clive's cock, I then licked it up before encompassing the bell end with my mouth. "Hurmng, hurmng," I slathered, as I flexed myself up and down his firm rod, every so often allowing it the privilege of entering my throat as Andrew propelled me forwards.

Taking my mouth from Clive, to momentarily catch my breath and lick up the strands of saliva, I urged Andrew to fuck me, his fingers still up my backside for added stimulation.

"How many, other women, have you serviced, like this," I said, suspecting I wasn't the first as Andrew cleaved his stone hard erection into me.

"All of them, right," Andrew proclaimed.

"About that," Clive agreed, his hand moving under my chin to raise my head up. "We even encouraged some of them, those who didn't that is, to let us fuck them where Andrew's got his fingers, Davina."

"Ass!" I replied.

"Would you like to try it, Davina, I promise it won't, we won't, hurt you," Clive smiled down at me.

‘Having come this far, living out part of my fantasies, why not,' I thought.

"Okay, then, so long as you use some form of lubricant," I told them.

"Will do," Andrew assured me, before withdrawing his cock and fingers and returning to his disrobed overall.

"How would you like us both to fuck you at the same time, Davina," Clive suggested, as Andrew made his way back.

"I've got some flavoured oil or a gel, that one's a bit cold to begin with," Andrew informed me.

"Emn, the oil sounds best," I told him, as I stroked Clive's cock.

"You may want to hold yourself open, Davina," Clive suggested, as I moved to suck it, thereby stifling my expected pained moans.

With my hands behind me grasping my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, I soon felt the oil drip on the left one as Andrew directed the flow down my exposed curple.

"Emn, that feels warm, almost sensual," I remarked of the liquid, which soon slid into my otherwise tight opening.

Holding his cock towards me, I covered it with my mouth, and took deep breaths through my nose as I awaited Andrew's cock in my seemingly tight rectum.

"Hurm, hurmn," I moaned, as I felt the head push against my opening; Clive's hands now bracing my shoulders so that I wouldn't, couldn't flinch forwards. ‘I was going to be ass fucked, come what may,' I realised, and I hoped that Clive's promise held true.

With the head nestled inside me - the probe as I think of it, since it's broader than the actual shaft - I noticed little if any discomfort as to its presence. ‘So far, so good,' I thought to myself, only for Andrew to feed some more of his thick member into me, and then grip my shoulders and stop. ‘Surely he's not going to slam it up my ass,' I worried.

"Okay, Davina, how does that feel?" Clive checked.

"It's alright...so far," I rejoined, my voice alerting him to my concern.

"Okay, to begin with, and so you can get used to the presence of a cock in your tight ass, Davina, it's best that you rock yourself back and forth on it," Clive directed me, and as I did, Andrew drizzled some more of the oil on his cock and my opening until I was slowly fucking him into my ass.

"Hur, herm, yes, " I moaned, taking my mouth from Clive's cock in order to voice my contentment, while Andrew used his left hand to stroke my clit.

"Yes, emn, more, like that, my clit, my ass, fuck, yes, my ass," I cried out, as he soon took over, Andrew's rhythmic strokes with his cock matching those of his fingers on my clit.

"Yes, more, do it, like that, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass," I cried out, my mouth soon covering Clive's cock as the one in my backside rode me to a new and pleasured climax.

"Wa-wait," I appealed, as Andrew continued to cleave himself into my ass, my receding climax soon re-ignited by the onset of another as he motioned his hips back and forth at me, my clit still receiving his undivided attention all the same.

Suddenly, I had the desire to be turned over on my back, my backside poised on the edge while a rock hard cock reamed my asshole, so long as my clit was being stroked.

Taking himself from my well fucked anus, Andrew stepped aside. "Would you like me to... now," Clive said, using as few words as possible, so as not to otherwise embarrass me with his suggestion.

Please, I told him, before helping him down and indicating what I just had on my mind.

"Okay, then, if that's what you want," he smiled, and then he and Andrew helped my back onto the table, and, noticing the time, for the last occasion.

"Fuck—my ass, fuck—my ass, fuck—my ass," I repeated, each time Clive thrust himself into my tight opening, his fingers continuously stroking my clit with the same vigour.

"Yes, that's it, like that, Clive, make me cum, make me cum, make me fucking Cuummn," I cried, my body tensing as he drove his steel like rod into my anus, his hot seed spilling inside me as I came in a flurry of wracked spasms, my legs around his waist drawing him further into me as he injected me with copious amounts of his hot sticky spunk. ‘This, this was the type of fuck, you don't forget,' I realised, as I relaxed my grip and soon unfurled my legs, Clive's receding manhood soon slipping from me.

"Emn, Andrew, I believe I promised you a titty fuck," I said, having soon sat up. "Would you like me led down, or as before," I proffered, awaiting his reply and intimation.

"As before, please," he pleasantly replied, extending his hands to help me down from the pool table.

"I take it you'd like me to suck this for you, first," I said, realising that was probably the reason he pointed out that the oil was flavoured; strawberry to be precise.

"Emn, you're a natural, Davina," Clive exclaimed, as he put his pants and then the rest of his clothes on.

Not long afterwards, Andrew covered my face and tits with his own sticky cum, some of which landed in my hair and on my eye lids; one of them wiping it away, before offering it to my open mouth to lick.

After that, Andrew and I just had enough time to get dressed before there was the expected ring of the doorbell.

"How were they, well behaved I hope," enquired the supervisor who dropped them off.

"First rate...in every department," I told him, catching a smile of appreciation from the pair of them as they returned to the van. My ass was similarly appreciative also, I mused, before thanking him and saying goodbye.

Later on over tea, my rear end tingling from the attention it had received while my clit was pleasantly satisfied, Graham enquired about the garden and that it wasn't finished; whereupon, I made some excuse as to why.

"I take it you found something for their lunch, sandwiches I was told, however, I forget to let you know," he recalled, too late.

"Yes, there was, in the end, plenty of filling to go around," I told him, emitting a smile at the filling being me.

"By the way, Graham, did you find out what they did, their crime I mean," I enquired.

"I believe it was something to do with blackmail, yes, that was it," he said, all he really needed to say, my face becoming ashen at what may happen next.

The end (So sorry, there is no continuative part).