Me and the Gardener

I was picturing in my mind how hard their cocks must be too, and I became even more aroused from just imagining what they would like to do to me. Grabbing me and dragging me behind the shrubbery - gagging me - one holding me down while the other stuck his throbbing cock into my slippery cunt. They would be rubbing my breasts, and after the first one had emptied his load into me, the other one would ram into my sodden fanny. God I was getting so wet thinking of this that I wondered if they could see my juices glistening in the sun.

After a bit I rolled over onto my back with my arm over my eyes, as if to shield them from the sun, so that it looked as if I hadn’t seen them. I bent my knees, with my feet on the ground, in the "fuck me " position and waited for a minute or two. Finally I sat up quickly and looked at them, pulling my pants back into place. At first they both ducked their heads down. By now they were only about ten metres away, and must have been enjoying a great view. Then after a few seconds they looked up at me again. One looked a bit embarrassed and guilty, but the other a confident looking guy of about 18, I guess, gave me a cheeky smile, and said “lovely day, isn’t it?”
I couldn’t help but smile at his nerve, after all, he had been gazing at my wet pussy for the past fifteen minutes. “Shouldn’t you guys be doing some work?” I asked with a mischievous grin. “ Oh, we have just finished,” replied the cheeky one. His mate, still looking embarrassed, muttered “I’m off now Rob. I’ll leave you to lock up the hut,” and he got up and left. I noticed that he had his hand over his fly.

To my surprise, his mate came over, sat beside me and started chatting. He was fairly good looking and full of youthful charm. I got the impression that he made a habit of chatting up girls in the park. He had no shirt on, so I could admire his tanned and well muscled chest and arms. To my further surprise (too much gin, I thought) I heard myself saying with a smile, “ And what do you keep in the hut then?”
“Oh, bits and pieces - but as a matter of fact I’ve got something that will interest you,” Rob said. “I found it the other day. Why don’t you come and see? The hut is just over there behind the shrubbery.” Well I was randy and a bit drunk. And I was curious to see what his move would be. So I thought - why not - let’s see what he’s up to. I gathered up my things and, still in my bikini, walked with him to the hut. He let me walk in first, and I heard the door close behind him. The hut was gloomy, after the sunlight. It smelled of grass cuttings and petrol. As my eyes tried to adjust to the change of light, I started to look around me. Suddenly Rob wrapped his arms round me from behind, and laughed, “Surprise, surprise.” His strong, warm arms felt very good around my bare waist. I also laughed and said, “Steady now big boy, what are you doing?” He bent his head and started kissing, and nuzzling my shoulders and neck with warm firm lips, holding me close to him. I could smell the arousing odour of fresh male sweat, and feel his erection pressing against my almost naked bum. A surge of desire swept through me. All the erotic mental and physical sensations I had been enjoying were building to a pressure point. My horny state - the elements of danger and adventure in this dingy hut, and the suddenness of his move, swept all feelings of common sense aside.

I made a half-hearted effort to break free. But the sluttish arousal in my body, and the effects of the drink seemed to have taken away all my will to resist. I closed my eyes and dropped my bag to the floor, awaiting his next move. In seconds, he had eased me forwards on to my hands and knees and as he held me there with a hand on my shoulder, I heard his zip being undone. Again I made a feeble protest, but my stomach was taut with desire, and my clit was throbbing. This was like some of the fantasies I have when masturbating. Only this time coming true. Why should I resist? He knelt behind me and I felt his cock probing against my bum, as he pulled my bikini to one side. His fingers effortlessly found the base of my swollen lips, and eased them apart. He must have done this a few times, I remember thinking. I felt the hard head of his cock push against my wet opening. I knew that I should not be doing this, but I felt as if I was in a dream - a very sexy one. To my surprise his cock didn’t go in easily despite my wetness. I felt my cunt lips stretch as he pushed. I quickly realised that his cock must be thicker than I had been used to. Then I felt the inner lips yield, and he slid deeply into me. He stretched his arms out to reach under my armpits, with his palms facing up, and grasped my shoulders. In that position he had maximum leverage as he thrust back and forward - pulling me in to meet his strokes.

I found myself settling into his rhythm, pushing back into him and feeling his balls slap my mound, and his firm belly bang my bum. I felt so stretched and yet he wasn’t hitting the top too hard. In his haste, he hadn’t pulled down his trousers, and the rough material around his fly was brushing my clit as he pushed in to the hilt. I still seemed to be in some kind of a trance as if this couldn’t really be happening - except that I knew that it was, and that it felt so fucking good. He must have been nearly cumming, and wanted to prolong it, for he stopped and pulled out.

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