Closing time
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: At the end of a long day and an equally long working week, Debi Johnson stopped off at her local convenience store to buy some fresh fruit and veg for the weekend, just as the owner's sons were closing up early for the day. (Includes feigned reluctance)

It had been a long hot day, Ralph and Martin had noticed, and they had one more, long, 12 hour shift to put in as they busied themselves in tidying up their folks shop. Starting at 8am and working through to the same hour of an evening, had been fun at first, their folks even impressing that upon them after 20 years of the same. However, and being Friday, their normal starting fun day, they had decided to close up a good hour early, something that would surely disappoint the late evening shoppers that relied on their local store for much-needed goods.

One such customer was Debi Johnson, a hard working 25-year-old executive, who, after a couple of drinks with her work colleagues, would call in on the shop for her weekend fruit and groceries. Indeed, that very evening she was looking forward to something simple and Italian, pasta and beef bolognaise. Rather than traditional spaghetti, Debi's preference was for the broader strips of ‘Tagliatelle'. All she needed to complete the dish were an onion and mushrooms, along with some fresh fruit.

Pushing open the closed door of the shop, which, just a few minutes ago Ralph had told Martin to lock and turn the sign around to read ‘Closed', Debi said, hello, in her usual pleasant voice, and enquired where the boys folks were.

"We're just closing, Miss," Ralph intoned politely, before informing her that they were away on a summer break and would be back on Sunday in time to open on Monday.

"The shop doesn't normally close for another hour, guys, come on," Debi rejoined, feeling she was being rushed. "I just need some vegetables for tonight's dinner and some nice fresh fruit," she smiled at them alluringly.

"That's okay," Martin assured her, before being reminded by his brother's gesture to lock the door and set the sign to ‘Closed', which he quickly did.

‘Emn, Martin's quite cute. Athletic with it,' Debi noticed to herself, as he sprinted, almost, to the door, and before anyone else could enter.

Just then, Debi, a modern day woman, one who enjoyed the freedom of being single, had a devilish thought; although, and to be candidly truthful, it was more of a fantasy come role-play situation.

Here she was, she realised to herself, locked in a room with two virile young men. Their reason for closing early, she surmised, could be that of meeting up with girlfriends or going to a local bar or club to hook up with a woman; either way, the siblings had sex on their mind.

‘I wonder,' Debi mused, as she made her way over to the produce; her clit suddenly twitching and throbbing in clear response to what she had a mind to do.

Taking up a melon, the young executive, one who worked for an advertising agency, felt around it. Of course, Debi knew only too well, how to tell if a melon was ripe or not, but they didn't know that. ‘How ripe are the melon's, guys?' she called out, provocatively holding one in each hand and in front of her shapely breasts.

Looking up and over to where Debi was stood, Martin, Ralph doing something in the back of the store, took in what his eyes were seeing, but thought little of it; she was, after all, a regular customer, and as alluring as she obviously looked in her attire, he respectfully rushed over to Debi's aid.

"You need to press the, er," Martin's voice dithered, as did his hands, when he went to place them around the skin of the yellow fruit, "tip," he finally got the sentence out, just before pressing the end, which could just as easily have been the nipple of the svelte blonde haired female customer who was stood firmly holding them.

"Oh, right, that's most helpful..." Ms Johnson, intoned, inviting the young man to proffer his name as she put the second one down and tried them in turn for herself.

"I'm Martin, my older brother's Ralph," he rejoined. "Will that be all, Miss?" he said, needing to get back to what he was doing.

His words crushed Debi's expectations. She was rather hoping for some attention; quite a lot, and from both his brother and he, in fact. Nonetheless, her clit was still throbbing away expectantly. Debi was, after all, an advertising executive, one who knew how to hook the customer, although that's not how she viewed the brothers.

Debi was clearly horny. She hadn't been laid in over 10 days, what with the recent glut of copyrighting that had come the agency's way; the last of which, had been completed that very afternoon. She was looking forward, possibly like Ralph and Martin, to going to a bar or club on Saturday, and so she was certainly of a positive mind, sexually.

There Debi, subsequently was; in a locked store, almost as if imprisoned with two hunky, sexy men, only they, Martin, at any rate, didn't appear interested in her charms. Not even her dress. A relatively short black skirt that fell to about three inches above the knees and a blue blouse, one that was tight fitting around the bust as to mould itself, almost, to Debi's 38C breasts.

‘Rats and drat,' she thought to herself, all the while smiling in the hope that Martin would cotton on to what she was offering; sex, and on a plate, only he didn't seem at all hungry.

"What about the plums?" she quickly exclaimed, looking to keep his attention as she pointed to the nearby show of red ones, and then placed a melon in her basket.

"That depends on the individual - firm or juicy," Martin intoned.

"I quite like mine firm—and juicy," Debi exaggerated her remark, before feeling a few of them while looking at Martin.

"I'll just get you a bag," he rejoined, his gaze somewhat positive, Ms Johnson concluded as he took a couple of backward steps. Martin then, briefly breaking his eye contact, reached up and removed a small handful of plastic bags from the dispenser and then took them to the awaiting Debi. ‘Finally, he's taken some notice,' she was relieved. So much so, that, her black thong suddenly became notably moist.

‘Yes sir, I don't doubt for a minute these two strapping young men have got exactly what I'm looking for, and more warmer than any cucumber,' she regaled to herself, upon recalling a poster about cucumbers being a substitute for a cock, before asking Martin, since he was in attendance, to fetch her two; even though she only had need of one for salad's, cold meat sandwiches and the like.

"Now, which one?" Debi mused, as Martin held them out horizontally in his hands. "They both look quite firm, long with it, and I do so enjoy a long firm one?" she crooned sultrily.

"What do you have in mind?" Martin enquired, and somewhat naively, Ms Johnson surmised.

‘Is he for real, is he actually fucking for real,' Debi's mind remarked. ‘I want, not the cucumbers Martin, but you and your brother's long firm, cucumber-like cocks,' Debi exasperated, at his lack of interest, while her pussy continued to leak her arousal juices and her clit throbbed merrily away; even her tits were vaguely palpating what with her increased horny breathing, for all Martin could be bothered to notice.

"Martin," his brother called out.

"I'll just...yes, see what he wants," intoned Martin, his voice, nonetheless, occasionally showing the odd sign of interest as he handed the two long fruits to her and went to see what Ralph had need of him for.

"We're supposed to be closed, remember, a night out, hit a few bars, maybe the odd club, pick up a bird each and, well, you're still messing around with whatshername."

"Debi," he rejoined.

"Yeah, Debi," Ralph said, looking over to her.

"Hold on!" he exclaimed, having just noticed something untoward.

"Did you see that! No, of course, you didn't," Ralph said, Martin having his back to her.

"What?" Martin uttered, and turned to see.

"She just then put a small tin of something in her bag. Fucking cheek," Ralph exclaimed, his voice quite livid.

In point of fact, Debi, somewhat fed up with waiting for them to realise her good points, and what with the shop being locked, had noticed that Ralph was indeed observing her. She had decidedly taken the opportunity to encouragingly explore her earlier thoughts to a more role-play level. One that, she hoped and longed, would result in them strip searching her body and with their firm, hard cocks.

"They've all got our pricing label on them, Ralph, and she seemed quite polite, quite, well, you know."

"That's you thinking with your dick, bruv," Ralph minded him; Martin making his prior feelings toward the blonde haired customer known, although, and in light of her thievery, that could very well quickly change.

Unfortunately, there was one small problem; for Ralph and Martin, anyway. Debi hadn't left the store, and so, technically, in the eyes of the law, she had done no wrong; besides that, of course, she was imprisoned, as if in a police cell, the thought of which, and with what she hoped would soon follow, caused the blood in her veins to pump that bit faster while her heart rate increased with the prospective anxiety of being mauled by them. Suffice it to say, Debi's horny pussy was on fire while the tip of her distended clit, having popped out, was even then nudging against the gusset of her moist thong in fevered anticipation. To add to that, and if that wasn't enough, the young executive felt a fire smouldering in her very core.

‘He saw me. Good, then, this should be fun, and for all of us,' Ms Johnson's naughty mind regaled, as she added an onion and a bag of six small mushrooms to her basket. Far from being nervous, Debi then made her way over to the check out and awaited the store owner's son's arrival; both of them coming over.

"I take this is all, Miss," Ralph enquired, giving the young woman a chance to declare her, otherwise, secreted purchase, a small tin of pineapple slices, which she had little need for; besides which, they were overpriced.

"Melon, plums, cucumber, onion, mushrooms," she checked her basket's contents, one item at a time. "Yep, that's about it...all," she mindfully added at the end, and with a warm smile, one that Ralph had every intention of wiping from her face.

"There's nothing else; you're quite sure?" he said, giving Ms Johnson a final chance to come clean, what with them being in a hurry to get washed and changed for a night out.

"Strawberries! Only I didn't notice any, more's the pity. No, that is all, just what's in the basket," Debi clarified, and awaited their, Ralph's reaction.

"I saw you," he began; this would be the first time Ralph had challenged a shoplifter, and a pretty blonde one at that. "I saw you put a tin of something in your bag. Search it, Martin," he told him.

"Steady on," Debi exclaimed, only for the agile Martin to quickly pluck the tin of pineapple slices from inside and then hand it to his brother.

"There," Ralph averred, pointing to the store's unique price label. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

"Okay, you've got me, just don't call the police, please," she appealed to him, batting her eyelids and doing her best to look apologetic and sultry at the same time.

Just then, Ralph, being the older and wiser one of them, cottoned onto Debi - what she wanted and why she'd gone to such extreme, yet naughty, lengths.

"Okay, no police, then, but I'll have to search you...at least to make sure you haven't got anything hidden on your person," he said, realising that, it would be improper, professionally, for him, as a man, as they both were, to search a woman.

"Okay, then," Debi rejoined, having gotten them to participate in her role-play, and with that, she began undoing her blouse; slowly and very seductively.

Having gotten as far as the third button, however, they were all suddenly interrupted by the noise of someone rattling the door handle and then knocking on the window. Someone, who had, likewise, expected the store to still be open, as would normally be the case when their parents weren't away on vacation.

"Can't they read the sign," Ralph exclaimed grudgingly. "See to that, Martin, then pull the blind down. We'll be over near the produce," he informed him, and then had Debi lead the way.

The produce area of the store was mostly out of sight from the outside. There, it would be impossible for anyone passing by to notice what was going on; what was soon to be happening.

"Right, that's, gulp...done," Martin informed Ralph, only to then catch a glimpse of Debi's shapely breasts, still supported by her bra.

Having satisfied himself there was nothing hidden in her chemise, Ralph then directed Debi to undo her skirt, which she did, but in a slow, sensual way. First, she undid the button, then, and having reposed the waistband so that the zip was central to the front, she slowly lowered the nylon zip.

As if not wanting to show herself to them, not just yet, anyway, Ms Johnson subsequently turned her back to Ralph and Martin. She then, having placed her thumbs in either side of the waistband, slowly and teasingly slid her skirt over her hips and shapely ass, all the while wiggling her hips as she did so.

When she got the waistband to just above her knees, Debi made an equal provocative meal out of bending her upper body slightly forward, so that her shapely round ass stuck out. She then let the garment fall to the floor and stepped out of it before bending all the way forward, giving them a perfect view of her pear-shaped ass and legs as she collected up her skirt, which she then handed to Ralph.

Far from covering her thong, which exuded a noticeable stain of her arousal secretions, having she turned back to face the men, Debi placed her hands on her hips and awaited their response.

"Okay, nothing hidden in there. Why don't you take off your bra," he then said.

Smiling at him, Ms Johnson reached her hands behind her and with one motion unclipped her bra, which she held out for Martin; her 38C breasts completely unguarded while her ripe nipples were each surround by a quite dark areola.

"That just leaves...!" Martin uttered, unable to take his eyes from the almost naked woman before him as he passed the bra back to his brother. ‘This sort of thing doesn't happen,' Martin told himself, and yet, here, in their folks store, it certainly was.

"Th...thong," he gulped, before adding ‘please'.

"Why don't you come here, Martin, take them down yourself," Debi smiled buoyantly at him; Ralph, satisfied that, if there was something supposedly hidden, then that's about where it would be.

Gingerly stepping forward, Ms Johnson, exuding a warm smile and welcome demeanour, did her best to assuage the young man that it was ok. It wasn't as if Martin hadn't seen a naked woman or even undressed one before, however, those situations, as he knew them, were nothing, anything, like what was happening in their folk's store. To all intent and purpose, Debi had been caught shoplifting, not in-line for a hard fucking, even though, and unbeknownst to just Martin, that was what she wanted from the pair of brothers.

Genuflected in front of her, a position that Debi, herself, was more than accustomed to assuming, she gazed down, smiling, at him and watched the almost timid lad; his fingers almost trembling as they reached to the sides of her warm naked waist and hips.

Having leant forward, Debi then whispered to him: "Smell my cunt, how horny it is," and then drew herself back up.

Still not aware of what Ralph knew, Martin, nevertheless, went along with her request and, as he began drawing down the sides of Debi's thong, snorted in his breath and caught the aromatic tinge of her arousal fluids; tasty, as he knew they would be.

While Martin took his time with that and admiring Debi's shaved pussy, Ralph had quickly collected several produce items for the purpose of some added taste, and not just to Ms Johnson's pussy.

"Hur, hurm," Debi exclaimed, having caught sight of the long thick cucumber that Ralph had in his right hand, along with a red plum, while his other hand held some grapes, a nectarine and a ripe passion fruit. Ms Johnson was horny enough to be fucked there and then; however, she realised that her body would be subjected to some different, interesting and quite pleasurable foreplay before Ralph and Martin got around to that and using the cucumber as a make-shift cock; she did, after all, have three horny holes they could adequately fill.

"I think I'll search in the only other place you could possibly be hiding something," Ralph snarled, going along with Ms Johnson's role-play, having he placed the produce items in the bin that had some apples in it. He then, holding the cucumber, knelt down and raised Debi's left leg, which Ralph then rested on his right shoulder.

"Don't break it," she intoned, as he teased the cockhead-like tip against her sticky, moist opening, which Ralph held open with his left hand.

"What's a nice slut like you doing stealing," intoned Ralph, as he wiggled the tip of the green fruit and urged a bit more of it inside Debi's warm wet pussy, something that was noticeable when he withdrew the first few inches and held it up for Ms Johnson to have a taste of herself.

Managing to stand upright and on just one leg - Debi being quite agile from her morning exercise - she bowed forward, enough, to extend her tongue and lick the cock-like tip before sliding the tip around the remaining area that was covered with her wet secretions and then suck on the first few inches.

"Hurmn," she murmured, as her eyes caught sight of what Ralph had in his mind for the red plum he was holding, and which he subsequently handed to Martin, who, like his sibling, had finally cottoned onto what Ralph knew. With the club forgotten, least for that evening, anyway, the slut, Debi, was quite clearly gagging for it.

Taking a pen knife from his apron, which they were both still wearing, Martin opened up the blade and then licked it to make it clean before cutting a line down the fruit; enough that he could open it slightly.

"Oooh, hurmn," Debi murmured and moaned, in anticipation of what Martin was about to do, and all while his brother slid some more of the cucumber's length in and out, back and forth of her wet clutching pussy.

"I think I'll me have a taste this time," Ralph said, as he withdrew the cucumber and, instead of actually tasting Ms Johnson's pussy, her cunt, he licked and then sucked the cucumber just as Martin squeezed the plum's juice on her breasts and nipples from where a small, heavy droplet slowly trailed down her cleavage and midriff, ending by pooling in her navel. Instantly, Ralph darted his tongue towards the blob and then they both licked up the delicious red juice; Martin making the greater meal of licking Debi's breasts and nipples, which he tenderly suckled on, and all while Ralph kept up his forward progress with the long thick green fruit.

"Oh, emn, fuck, yes, Ralph, fuck me, fuck my pussy, make me, oh God, yes, my nipples, cum, make me cum," Debi, on the edge of a thrilling climax, urged the brothers and Ralph, in particular, who was stroking her hardened clit with his free and supportive hand.

"Huh, huh, huh," she gasped and sighed, as her body went into climatic spasm. Ralph immediately lowered her leg, still with the cucumber half way up inside her, and held Ms Johnson's body supportively, even when Debi flexed her legs down and up the green fruit, fucking herself to another climax, which shortly followed.

"Emn, just the one," Debi sultrily remarked of the cucumber, which she took over motioning up and down her ever wet fuck chunnel having sat on the wooden floor.

"I think she likes it in her ass, don't you, slut," Ralph glowered at her openness, and gestured for Martin to get another.

"What about some form of lube," Ralph said. "Oil," he just got out, before Debi suggested the grapes or other juices.

Soon returned, Debi, still with the first cucumber nestled in her pussy, turned over and on all fours. "It would be nice if I could suck one of your cocks while the other of you...behind me," she intimated to them.

Since Martin had the second green fruit, Ralph removed his apron and then undid his jeans, thereby revealing a prominent bulge in his close-fitting pants, one that Ms Johnson was keen to get her eyes on and that was for starters. Before that, though, Debi took a few moments to draw back her left ass cheek and then presently felt the drips of the plum splash around her puckered opening, followed, quite unexpectedly and deliciously, by that of Martin's tongue, which licked up the first drips and then lightly swirled the next and subsequent trickles around her offered anus.

"You, emn, yes, like my ass," she responded, clutching the fruit with her cunt muscles and then moving her hand to spread herself even further for him.

"Wow! She's quite clean, for a slut," Martin announced, and then drizzled the remainder of the plum juice down Ms Johnson's open asshole before discarding the squashed fruit and positioning the second cucumber so as to double fuck Debi, who, even then, was sliding her tongue around the warm silky smooth glans of Ralph's cock and presently catching the taste of the pre-cum bubble that leaked from the eye of his cock monster.

"Hurmn, erm," she moaned, one hand holding herself open as Martin motioned the green fruit, bit by pleasurable bit, forward and back of her tight little anus. Since it was her ass he was plundering, Martin was thoughtful enough that, the cucumber he had chosen was not as thick as the one in her pussy even though it was of equal length.

"Fuck my ass, huh, fuck my ass," she urged him, Ms Johnson being more than able to take a good hard ass reaming and from as thick a cock as the fruit lodged in her pussy.

"Suck my cock, slut," Ralph told her, having she returned his hard erection to the warm moist confines of her mouth.

To further encourage the naughty pseudo-shoplifter, the elder sibling motioned Debi's lips up and down his long thick shaft with his gripping hand. He then, having picked up the bunch of grapes, lightly burst one with his teeth. Ralph withdrew the white fruit and then smeared it along and around his shaft while he held Ms Johnson to only have the velvety crown in her mouth.

When she was allowed to slide her lips up and down his rampant cock, in addition to taking her time and tasting the grape juice, Debi casually swirled her tongue around his warm firm shaft, feeling the prominent veins that capriciously ran around and up Ralph's stout erection, and all while his brother worked the cucumber's back and forth, in and out of her open slut holes. With Martin's attention, combined with that of Debi's fingers thrumming her distended clit and Ralph pulling, pinching and rolling both her hard nipples, it wasn't long before Ms Johnson's body was overcome by yet another pleasurable climax; her words of encouragement for them to fuck her, reduced to high-pitched moans and murmurs while her body undulated and fucked itself back and forth on the three appendages - a pair of firm cucumbers and Ralph's very impressive and tasty cock.

"Enough fucking foreplay," Ralph presently exclaimed, and with that, he had Martin remove the cucumbers. Ralph then flipped Debi on to her back, and subsequently raised her legs into the ‘fuck me' position they knew so well and were quite accustomed to.

"Feed the slut your cock, Martin," exclaimed Ralph, who then grasped Debi's humid thighs, which were vaguely slick with her stickiness having she cum so much.

Laid on her back and with Martin's cock bobbing and swimming around inside her mouth, Ms Johnson was unaware of what his older sibling was doing, that was until she felt his hot breath waft against her thighs followed by that of his evening stubble catching the left one as he neared her open and inviting sex. Her pussy was so horny and wet for cock, that, even then, it was crying out for Ralph's intended attention, in particular, her horny rigid stalk.

"Herm, hurmn," she moaned, Ralph's breath against her heated wet sex more warm and prominent, she noticed, followed by that of his fingers, the arm of which was curled around her right thigh, thereby holding Debi's blood engorged lips back and her moist pinkish red pussy open.

"Hurg," she vociferated, when Ralph's moist tongue tip grazed her sticky crease with an upward teasing flick, mindful to avoid catching Ms Johnson's distended clit, which had protruded from its hood. That, Ralph was looking forward to giving special attention to, the sort that drives women wild and makes them cum. He, both of them, for that matter, were competent, respectful lovers, even if it was just the one occasion.

"Emn, she tastes sweet, delicious," Ralph lauded, in between additional and sensuous licks and flicks of his adroit tongue, and all while Debi, her hands on Martin's flanks and buttocks, urged him to fuck fill her mouth and occasionally guide the head past her epiglottis to then fuck her throat, just the warm turgid head popping in and out.

When Martin presently relieved the minxy slut of his saliva slick erection, Debi's body displaying signs of a most thrilling climax that Ralph was, even then, bringing her to the precipice of, thin strands of Debi's mouth juice extended from Martin's glans to that of her lips. Rather than wait for them to break off, and as her body slipped into yet another orgasmic fit, she raised her head and, with several quick flicks of her own tongue, cascaded the strings into her awaiting mouth.

"Have a taste, Martin," Ralph invited; his lips and chin covered in a glossy thick sheen of her delicious sticky cunt juices. Soon changed places, it wasn't his rock hard cock that Ralph presented to Debi's lips and mouth but that of his own lips and tongue, which she both welcomed and sucked as Martin licked up and down the crease of her horny wet pussy; presently moving to lick and then suck her firm stalk and sticky clit, imbuing in her yet another glorious climax. Since Martin hadn't seen a need to wrap his arm around her thigh, Debi, when her body was carried along on a voluptuous orgasmic wave, drew her thighs and legs in and around Martin, almost smothering him with her wet heated sex.

"Fuck me, please, let me have your cocks, guys," Ms Johnson appealed to them, having she released Martin, and Ralph withdrawn his lips and tongue.

Ceding to her request, Ralph had the horny slut up on her hands and knees, again. And while Martin cleaved his rampant cock into her pussy and once more fucked her ass with the cucumber, Ralph, having halved the passion fruit, deposited a small amount of the inner seeds and pulp onto his shaft, which Debi then licked from it. The taste, and hence the perfect name of the exotic fruit, caused her body to react to that of her taste buds which resulted in her cheeks and neck displaying a floridness. Indeed, by the time Ms Johnson had consumed the best part of the first half, her body was not only aglow but she was rocking back and forth on their cocks with earnest, her head bobbing and vaguely swaying from side to side as the young men spit fucked her horny body.

"She definitely likes her ass drilled," Martin, from behind her, crooned, then both men subsequently held her sensuous body fully against them as Debi once more wallowed in the effects and afterglow of yet another fulfilling climax.

"You want my ass, you want to, drill my ass, with your lovely, hard cocks, is that, it," Debi exclaimed, occasionally thrusting herself back on Martin's as she said it.

"What d'you think, Mart', shall we, she has been compliant...for a shoplifter.

"Hey, I did that to get your attention. Besides which, I hadn't, and still haven't, left the shop, guys, so...!" Ms Johnson indicating to the pair that she hadn't, as yet, broken the law, as she slowly gyrated herself around the cock that was firmly embedded in her dowsed pussy.

"D'you do this sort of thing often?" Martin asked of her, before withdrawing himself and then sliding under Debi's body, his face catching her shapely neglected breasts, which he couldn't resist sucking the nipples of in turn. He then released them for a short while and continued up her body. When he was in position, Ms Johnson, ever the slut, reached underneath herself and, having lightly clutched his cum sticky shaft, directed the glans towards her near dripping pussy. She then, and minding his brother to wait, fucked herself, quite slowly and sensuously, up and down Martin's long firm cock for some long moments, her body trembling as she did, before subsequently letting out a long, languid sigh when she eventually came to a slow stop; Martin's cock once more buried to the hilt and balls inside her warm wet sanctuary. From there, and leant forward with Martin supporting her body, Ms Johnson extended her hands back and behind her; her fingers immediately drawing back her shapely ass cheeks invitingly for Ralph to nail her ass.

Looking part way back over her shoulder, Debi observed the older brother, who, as expected, was stroking his cock to maintain its rigidness, especially for where she now wanted to feel it, her tight little asshole. In his other, left hand, Ralph was holding the bottle of oil, the sight of which prompted Debi to smile at him.

"Come here, fuck that hard cock of yours up my tight fucking asshole," she smiled, continuously, Ms Johnson's head and that of her eyes following his cockhead for as long as it remained in view, before turning her attention back to his young sibling.

"Suck my nipples while your brother, ooh, emn, yes, more, nice and slow, nice and fucking deep in me, drills, you said, oh God, yes, my ass." Debi's final words completing both sentences as Ralph slid his firm member, aided by the oil, into her tight back passage; her ‘backdoor'.

"Oh fuck, emn, yes," she exclaimed, when, having the older sibling withdrawn himself, Ralph power thrust his meaty weapon deep into her otherwise tight slut hole.

"Oh God, more, fuck me, both of you," Debi urged the dormant Martin.

"He's drilling my ass, Martin, your older brother, oh fuck, yes, do it, do it more harder, make me cum, make me fucking cum on your dicks," Ms Johnson urged and impelled them, too wrapped up in her impending climax, which, even then was gathering momentum to finish what she was saying to Martin.

"Fuck, me, yes! Yes! Oh fuck..." Debi's outcries punctuated by Ralph's short fitful thrusts, which drove her over the edge and continued as her body succumbed to a long drawn out hazy orgasm and was transported to a cloud of some note.

"Emn, keep fucking me," she intoned, her voice more calm, quite serene, Ralph noticed, prompting him to deliver a more rhythmic back and forth motion, but, and with it, one in contrast to that of Martin's. Although the motion in the ocean, so to speak, was the same, when Ralph slipped himself into Ms Johnson's accommodating anus, Martin, below her, managed to withdraw his cum slick manhood.

Normally, the men who've double teamed, Debi, fuck themselves into her at the same time, or when she rides them. This, however, was certainly different, highly pleasurable, and in an indescribable way, she fathomed. Especially, and indeed, even with the thin wall and membrane between their shafts, it was as if one was rubbing against the other, which in some respect they were. That, in turn, produced a noticeable rippling effect, one that had Ms Johnson's body once more gripped by the onset of yet another satisfying cum climax, and, well, she'd have to agree, they had all, each and everyone of them, most certainly been that.

With Debi still panting from her more recent orgasm, Ralph withdrew himself to get the remaining fruit; the nectarine, which he had chosen because of its silk like skin in contrast to that of a peach. Both fruits, though, once halved and stoned, resembled that of a woman's most private part, her equally delicious and juicy cunt.

Having recomposed herself, Ms Johnson turned around and, with both their help was soon riding her ass slowly up and then almost fast down Martin's long erect shaft, crying out her pleasure each time she dropped down to his cum heavy balls.

Again, being in no rush, Ralph, stood to the side, cut a long wide gash in the nectarine and then squeezed the juice and some of the fruit's orange pulp over her tits, aiming it between them as she, they, bounced up and down.

Somewhat in need of refreshment, neither of them yet feeling or in need of the urge to give up their own warm sticky load, Debi, having momentarily stopped and with her head tilted back, her mouth open, caught the re-directed stream, minus any pulp. After that, and discarding the almost drained nectarine, Ralph lowered his fingers to her mouth, which Ms Johnson then licked and sucked clean. She then, quite unexpectedly, grasped Ralph's sticky shaft and drew it between her lips. There, she bathed him, tasting, as she did, the cocktail of her pussy juice, the oil and her ass juice, before presently releasing the crown with a ‘popping' noise.

From there, and still holding Ralph's stone hard erection, Debi motioned him lower, enough, that he was where she, indeed, they both wanted to be, knelt over Martin's outstretched thighs, his turgid knob end poised at her unoccupied warm wet entrance; Ms Johnson's, Debi's inviting cunt, which she slipped the glans inside and then commanded the stud, Ralph, to nail her.

"Nail me, fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass," she called out encouragingly, and ceded her body to one more overwhelming fuck and orgasm from the siblings.

Yes it was late, well past the official closing time when, genuflected with Ralph and Martin stood off to in front of her, Debi stroked each shaft, encouragingly, up and down while moving from one to the other and back again as she sucked the upper portion and twirled her tongue around the ever more sensitive crown.

Of the two studs, Martin was the first to give up his warm sticky load, which she directed over her upper body while sucking Ralph; her cheeks drawn in, thereby causing a vacuum, one that was soon rewarded by his creamy offering of warm delicious spunk, which filled her mouth and then trickled down the lovely sluts throat.

"Hermn, lovely, just what I needed, guys. Shame your folks will be back next week," she smiled up at them, adding a minxy wink, her hands still stroking their receding shafts, before moving to lick and suck each one of them dry.

Since her shopping had yet to be rung up, Ralph placed everything, including the tin of pineapple, ‘as a reminder,' he said, into bags. ‘I certainly won't forget, you can be assured of that,' she rejoined, and then kissed them on their cheek before thanking them for everything and tottering on her way; she had, after all, just been fucked six ways senseless.