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After the rectum reaming session at the stud farm, (See: Masturbation Mystery Man), I was back at home and thought I’d have a day off sex for a change and use the rest of the day to catch up on sun bathing.  Besides I thought, the respite was essential so that I could re-charge my batteries, (not the dildo ones!), ready for another stint at Madame Whiplust’s BDSM cellar later that evening.

So it was off with my clothes and on with my white bikini bottoms, as I always sunbathe topless at home.  I was careful to angle the sun lounger so that my feet and more importantly my crotch faced towards the greenhouse in next door’s garden, because, as sure as night is dark, my next door neighbour Herbert would soon be in his greenhouse “fiddling with his tomato plants” if you get my drift!

Herbert is a pleasant, but randy old sod, he must be nearly 70 years old, but he always watches me at every opportunity, much to the annoyance of his 21 year old wife Bev, who hates me.  Everyone knows she married him for his money, but she’s either jealous of me or more probably safeguarding her potential future assets, or  both.

After a few minutes of lying there in the hot sun with my legs spread sufficiently to allow Herbert a good view of my white gusset and naked tits, I heard the familiar creek of the greenhouse door opening so I opened my legs a little wider for his enjoyment and opened my eyes slightly, looking at the greenhouse, and there was the usual rapid shaking of the tomato plant leaves near the glass.  I couldn’t actually see Herbert for all the green shrubbery and sunlight in my eyes, but it was obvious what he was doing.

After about ten minutes or so I reached down to my clitoris with my right hand, stimulating it with circular strokes, then up and down strokes in my now very wet crevice in the middle of my gusset, and fondled my left nipple with my other hand, as I knew from previous experience that this would assist Herbert in his private, sticky pursuit.

As I was getting more and more lost in my self abuse and the hot sun, I began daydreaming, imagining Herbert jumping over the garden fence and taking me.  Then I started musing as to why Herbert had to bring himself off staring at me, when he had a beautiful 21 year old wife to fuck.  I guessed that Bev may not have been in the mood last night, or was he one of those men who could never get enough.  Herbert could be just the kind of man I had always sought; and all that money too…….!!!!

He must have been quite handsome when he was younger, but was now a bit withered and wrinkly.  Would I let him fuck me if the situation arose, well, maybe I thought, just to get a taste of what Bev was getting.  But I’d have to close my eyes and hope his cock was good and hard and maybe eventually get a mention in his will.  My musings came to an end when I heard a muffled gurgling noise from the direction of the greenhouse, I glanced furtively, and saw that the tomato plant had stopped shaking, this meant Herbert had succeeded in quenching his sexual thirst, the randy old sod!

Meanwhile my clit was inordinately swollen by this time, and there was only me available to coax it to its blissful conclusion.  I increased the speed of my masturbation, but was rudely interrupted with Bev’s voice screaming at Herbert from their conservatory, something about “fucking greenhouse” and “fucking tomatoes will grow them fucking selves”.  This indicated that she knew what he was up to, and that he’d probably sneaked out when he saw me sunbathing, without her knowledge.

I quickly stopped wanking and turned over on my stomach, although, I thought afterwards, that she had no doubt already seen me and then realised what Herbert was up to, poor old sod.  I laid there on the sun lounger and watched Herbert out of the corner of my eye, hobbling up the garden path up to the house amid an incessant diatribe from his irate wife.  As the shouting and screaming died down I put my hand down my bikini bottoms to finish the job off, but was interrupted again, when the phone rang.

I removed my hand from my intimate parts, lifted myself off my stomach and ran towards the house thinking it had better be important.  I ran into the kitchen, lifted the phone and a voice was stammering, explaining and apologising for not turning up earlier that morning.  Then it dawned on me that I had arranged for the plumber to call and fix my leaking overflow, and with all the excesses of the previous night I had plumb forgotten about the appointment!

I answered (pretending to be very put out), that it was very inconvenient and that I had waited in for hours when I could have been out shopping.  He apologised profusely and said he’d got delayed on a job just round the corner from my house and that he could be at my house in 5 minutes.  I told him that would be ok and put the phone down.  My hand immediately returned to its previous stimulating caresses.  As I stood there, I grasped the kitchen table with my other hand, opened my legs wide, and resumed my masturbation in earnest.  The plumber would be here in 5 minutes so I had to be quick.

After 2 minutes I was almost there, my gusset was wet through and then the damn door bell rang, I thought, I don’t believe this - he said 5 minutes.  I ran into the bedroom and grabbed a white tee shirt from my wardrobe, slipped on some sandals and went to the door.  It was the postman with another parcel to be signed for!  He looked me over and almost drooled as his roaming eyes discovered my wet crotch – I hadn’t noticed that the tee shirt wasn’t long enough to cover my bikini bottoms fully so my soaking crotch was in full view.

I signed for the parcel and handed his pen back and saw his hand was shaking and his tongue was virtually hanging out so I grasped his tie and pulled him into the hall way, this I pondered was going to be his lucky day.  Our lips met, then our tongues and his fingers were soon glistening with my vaginal juices as he worked his fingers into the cleft of my gusset between my swollen cunt lips. His hands then tugged at each side of my bikini bottoms and they fell to the floor, I stepped out of them and quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled out his rigid dick.

Falling to my knees, my mouth engorged his penis and I almost choked as it travelled to the depths of my throat making me gasp for air.  My head bobbed up and down until I could feel his penis enlarge, then I massaged his bollocks with one hand and tweaked my clitoris with my other hand as I continued the oral onslaught. I was determined to give him some relief after the bad timing of our last encounter, and equally determined to fuck him thereby bringing myself to the boil after so many interruptions.

Still holding his balls in my hand, I stood up against the wall and was guiding his rigid tool along my slippery slit when the door bell rang again, just as he was about to enter me.  Shit, I thought, will I ever reach an orgasm today?  I told him it must be the plumber and to hide in the bedroom while I answered the door.  He scurried off holding his erection and I slipped my bikini bottoms back on and answered the door.  A gleaming smile met my eyes as the plumber introduced himself and stepped inside with his tool box!

Although he was very pleasant, it seemed he hadn’t noticed me or what I was wearing.  I showed him to the bathroom where he took the lid off my toilet water cistern and announced that I had a faulty ball-cock.  I said it sounded more like a man’s complaint than a plumbing problem.  That amused him; his smile was broad and very sexy.  I asked if he would like a drink and he turned round to answer as the ball broke off the cock, slipped out of his hands into the air and landed on my left boob, leaving a black stain on my white tee shirt, before landing hard on my foot.

I struggled to keep my balance as I held my stinging toes in my hands and hopped around eventually falling into his strong arms.  He said  he was very sorry as it had just slipped out of his hands.  That’s ok I said looking him straight in the eyes and moving my lips near to his.  I  thanked him for saving me and kissed him on the end of his nose, then our lips met and I could feel as he pressed up against me that there was certainly nothing wrong with his ball-cock!

He said he was sorry about my tee shirt and I said the stain would probably rub off, so he began to rub the mark off with his hand over my nipple, and my nipple gradually became erect.  He was quick to notice that, and his rubbing changed to a tweaking massage, I responded by removing my tee shirt allowing him to suck both my nipples which he did with gusto.  My bikini bottoms landed on the floor once more as his tongue sucked my frustrated clit, and the next thing I knew, I was being vigorously fucked up my sopping cunt with his enormous erect cock, in and out it slid with such force I thought my tits were going to fall off.

He withdrew to change position and I led him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where I had temporarily forgotten about the postman, until I saw his shoes poking out from under the other side of the bed.  The plumber was too busy to notice and laid on his back on the bed while I straddled him and rode his cock facing him.  He then pulled me down towards him to kiss me and as I bent down with his cock in my cunt, my bum stuck up in the air proudly.

The postman couldn’t contain himself any more and poked his head out from under the bed to see what was going on and saw my bum hole winking at him.  This was too much for him as he pulled himself out from under the bed, stripped off and plunged his throbbing penis into my rear end.  The plumber was surprised at first as he didn’t know whether the postman was my husband, or boyfriend or whatever, so he just continued fucking me and saying nothing.  Then he gradually became more turned on by the situation and thrust into me even quicker and deeper as the postman thrust equally hard from behind.

I was in seventh heaven and felt completely full and stuffed up as my two holes were pounded simultaneously, this was so unexpected but a dream come true,  I’d experienced double penetrations a few hundred times before, but this had to be the best I could remember.  Their dicks were both huge and their fucking was ferociously enthusiastic.  They both withdrew and turned me over, so that now the plumber was up my bum and the postman shafting my dripping cunt.  I was beginning to feel as though I were an actual slut!

The speed and intensity of their thrusting became unbearable as my delight reached what seemed like an all time high.  I screamed out in utter joy as the ripples of pleasure ripped through me, and they both ejaculated together deep inside each of my ravaged orifices, I had been well and truly fucked in my own bedroom and could feel the two dicks still in place spasmodically spurting their last drops of semen into me.  This had been a super double penetration.

I lay there on my bed exhausted as the two young men, kissed and thanked me, and went about their duties.  Thoughts entered my head as I languished and wallowed in orgasmic contentment.  What were Herbert and Bev up to next door, poor old sod I thought,  Bev probably took him straight to bed to wear him out so she’d be one step nearer to his money.  It was very likely that Herbert’s ball-cock would now be feeling worn out, similar to my own!

It’s time for two dicks!

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