8:35, and a big white van with âBowens Painters & Decoratorsâ written on its side pulled up in the road at our gate. I closed the front door, and walked out to meet them. One guy had jumped out, and was standing on the pavement waiting for me to arrive.âHi. You must be Linda? My nameâs Mr Gibson. Iâm the boss, but you can call me Brianâ. He held out his hand, and as soon as Iâd shook it, he turned and climbed back into the front of the van saying.âCome on then. There are only two seats up here. So youâll have to sit on my knee. Is that okâ?âErr. Yes. I suppose soâ. I replied as I climbed up into the front of the van. Heâd put his seat belt on, and as I climbed in he put his left arm around my waist, holding his hand on my bare tummy. Heâd pulled my legs across towards the middle of the van with his right hand, which he then left holding the outside top of my left leg. He said. âCan you reach to pull the door shutâ?âOkâ, I said as I leaned backwards and grabbed the door handle. As I was unbalancing myself by reaching backwards, I could feel him taking my weight under my back with his left arm. But I could also feel his right hand under my skirt; now on the front of my left leg holding me down to keep me balanced. I pulled the door, and it shut with a loud, âBANGâ.The van moved off and we were on our way. âThatâs Grahamâ, said Brian looking across to the driver. Graham acknowledged with a quick glance, and a, âHi Lindaâ.âAnd this is Glen the gopherâ, he said looking at the young lad sitting next to him. Glen just smiled back; he looked shy and was blushing. So here was I sitting on the bossâs knee, he was about 25 years old. Graham the driver was about my dads age, around 45, and Glen I would guess at only just out of school, so he was only a year or so older than me.Suddenly the van lurched to the right, and braked violently. Brian gripped my waist, and as i shot forward, his right hand slid across my left leg, he managed to grab hold of me under my crotch. My legs were thrown open, but Brian held me tight, his hand firmly around my inner thigh.âBLOODY IDIOTâ, shouted Graham as he shook his fist at the driver of the car that had pulled out in-front of us. We hadnât hit the car, and it was just the fact that I hadnât got seat belts on that made it dangerous. But luckily Brian had been holding me, heâd managed to keep a tight grip ensuring Iâd come to no harm.âAre you okâ? Asked Graham, looking across.âYes. Thanks to Mr Gibsonâ.âI told you, call me Brian. Come on luv; letâs get you back on my knee properly. Letâs get you comfortableâ, said Brian as he lifted me by my pussy, his hand fully wrapped around it. I only had the flimsy material of my little panties between his fingers and my pussy lips.Heâd got me pulled back up high on his knee again, and Iâd pulled my legs almost shut. Brian looked me straight in the eye, and gently squeezed with his right hand, it sent a shiver up my spine. Not I hasten to add a shiver of fright, but a feeling Iâd never experienced, and although I knew it was wrong, I liked the feeling.âIâll keep tight hold of you, shall I? We donât want you slipping off. The bloody roads are full of idiots who donât look where there goingâ.I didnât answer him, and he took that as a yes, and his hand was on the move all the time we were travelling. He was gentle, and he never slid inside my panties, but he was rubbing my clit, and probing for my hole. Glen must have been able to see what Brian was doing, because he couldnât keep his eyes off my crotch. By the time the van stopped, my panties were sticky wet, and as Brian removed his hand, he held it in-front of him, and we could both see the glistening slime on his fingers. He didnât comment about my wetness, but he did ask.âAre you feeling alright? That bloody fool pulling out in-front of us didnât upset you too much did heâ?âNo Iâm ok thanksâ, I said as I got out of the van and waited by the garden gate for him to join me.âOk, Iâll take Linda with me to see the guy who lives here. You two get the kit unloaded from the van, and donât take all day about it. Come on Linda, letâs go and see what kind of mess weâve got to get sorted hereâ.I followed him down the path, he rang the bell, and we waited by the front door. An old guy in his 60âs opened the door, and in we went. We were shown into a room, and the old guy explained what colour he wanted from the sample chart that Brian had given him. As soon as Graham arrived with the wallpaper sample book, he then chose the paper. Glen and Graham soon had all the gear unloaded, and they then started on moving out the smaller items of furniture from the room that was to be decorated. I helped where I could, moving ornaments pictures etc. Soon all that was left in the room was the big settee, and sideboard. They were both moved to the centre of the room and sheeted over.Now Brian said he was going to get the paint and wallpaper, and while he was gone, we could get on with stripping the paper off the walls and rubbing down the paintwork. As soon as heâd gone, Graham then said, âIâll leave you two to get the wallpaper off. Iâm going to do the estimate for another job. Itâs only a couple of streets away; Iâll be back by dinner breakâ. And with that he left. Glen looked at me and said, âOk I suppose weâd better get started. We wonât see him till the three oâclock has finishedâ.âThree oâclock? Whatâs thatâ? I asked naively.âHeâs gone to the bookies; we wonât see him till the last race is finishedâ.âWhat will Graham say when he gets backâ?âHe's as bad, you wonât see Graham until heâs ready to pick us up at knocking off timeâ.âSo theyâre expecting us two, to do all the workâ?âGot it in one. Take that as your first lesson. We do all the donkey work; they get the big pay packet. Once we get all the preparation done, theyâll be back to do the easy bit. Anyway, we canât change it, so weâd better get startedâ.The old man had gone into the other room and we could hear the telly blaring away, he must be deaf as a post. We had two steam strippers, which Glen filled, and plugged in.âDo you know how to stripâ?âYes. I always help my dad do our houseâ.âThatâs good. Start getting your kit off thenâ.I blushed, âI thought you meant stripping the wallpaperâ.âI did. Why? What else could I be meaningâ?âWell what do you mean? Get my kit offâ?âWell your going to put some old clothes on, arenât youâ?âThese are my old clothes. Iâve brought an overall coat to wear on top of themâ.âOn a day like today, with two steamers going, this room will be like a sauna in no time. You wonât want an overall on. Iâm taking my tee shirt off, and Iâll still be ringing with sweatâ.âWell Iâll put it on, if it gets too hot, Iâll work in my tee shirt, itâs only an old one. It doesnât matter if it gets dirtyâ.The steamers both started spitting out water, and soon the steam was pumping out.âOk girl, you start in that corner at the bottom, and Iâll start in this one. We can work up to shoulder height and then across towards each otherâ.I didnât reply, but just got started, in no time as heâd predicted the room was like a sauna. I hadnât got one run up the wall done before I had to put the steamer down.âGod you were right about how hot it gets. Iâm going to take this coat off. Can't we open the doorâ?âNo the bloody old gitâll only start moaning about steam around the rest of the house. Jesus. You are sweating. Here let me wipe your face with this clean wiperâ. Iâd got my coat off, and heâd come over to me, with a thin white cotton cloth. He wiped my forehead, and then took hold of my hand while he ran the cloth down my arms, first left then right. Then he said, âBloody hell even your belly is drippingâ. And his hand landed on my bare tummy, just the thin cotton keeping our flesh apart. He rubbed all around my back as well, but then returned to my tummy. It was instinctive to draw in my tummy as his hand stroked across. But this must have opened up a gap between my tummy and the waist band of my skirt. His hand stroked back and forth, his fingers going their full length inside the top of my skirt. âOk thatâll do thanksâ. I placed my hand on top of his, pulling him out. He hadnât gone down enough to touch anything, but it started the same feeling that Graham had aroused in the van.âIâm ok now. Iâll get started againâ. I said as I pulled away, and reached for my steamer plate.âOk luv, Iâll give you another rub down later. Tell you what thoughâ.âWhatâ?âYouâve got a cracking rack for a girl your ageâ.I blushed again, and turned back to the wall to get on with my scraping. I tried my best to ignore his comments, but I was flattered to hell. Iâd never had an older boy say things like that to me. Every time I looked across he was staring at me, with that look! I purposely kept looking either at what I was doing, or glancing out of the window, making sure I didnât make eye contact with him. I hadnât realized he had put his steamer down, until I felt his hand on my tummy again. I drew breath suddenly, and his hand stroked deep inside the front of my skirt, going into my knickers. I had the steamer plate in one hand, the scraper in the other; both were weapons if Iâd wanted to stop him. But I stood there while he stroked all across my navel, almost down to my brush! He then worked his way up across my belly button, and inside my tee shirt. He went up as far as the bottom of my bra, and right around my back. Then he took the steamer plate and scraper from me, and placed them on the floor while he rubbed my arms. With a new clean cloth, he mopped down my face. All this time there were no words spoken by either of us.âOk girl does that feel betterâ?It did feel better, but I stood there almost in a trance.âHey! Are you ok? I think the heat is getting to youâ.âNo. I mean yes. I mean Iâm ok. You just took me by surpriseâ.âHang on there Iâll get some cold waterâ.âNo. Iâm okâ.But heâd gone, and soon returned with the cotton cloth dripping with water. He came straight over to me and placed his hand on my tummy. It was icy cold water, and it ran instantly down my tummy. I breathed in as it made contact, and he was once again down inside my knickers. He had one arm wrapped around my back which prevented me pulling away, and he was stroking across my bulging mound of curly hair. His finger tips reaching down, almost to my clit.âPlease donât go any furtherâ.âDonât worry; Iâm only cooling you offâ. And with that he worked his hand up my tummy and continued until he was inside my tee shirt. Heâd rubbed me down all around my body, but hadnât gone above the bottom of my bra. Then he dropped to the floor.âIâll just do your legsâ, he said as his hand landed on my ankle.âNo. Iâm ok nowâ.âDonât be silly, your legs are dripping with sweatâ, by now heâd wiped both legs up to just above knee level. Then his hand slid higher, first rubbing just the outside of my legs. But when heâd finished he put his hand on the inside of my left leg just above the knee.âCome on, part your legs a bit and give me room to get my hand inâ.âNo please. Iâm really ok now. I donât like your hand down thereâ.âWell! Thereâs gratitude for you. Donât you trust meâ?âNo itâs not that. I just donât think its rightâ.âWell sod you then. Donât ask me to help you with anything again. Youâre a right bloody stuck-up bitch! If you donât trust me, then Iâve a good mind to just fuck-off home now. Iâm pissed-off with this fucking job anyway. Letâs see how you fucking cope on your ownâ.âPlease donât be like that. I do trust youâ. As I stood there I moved my left leg a few inches, giving him room to get his hand in-between. âThere go on. Please carry on cooling my legsâ.âOk. If youâre sureâ?âYes pleaseâ.âOk then. But youâll have to open up a bit widerâ.Without thinking, I just did as he asked. He gripped the cloth with both hands, and wrung it out. Then he placed it over his left hand, the thin wet material now almost transparent. He placed his outstretched hand on the inside of my right knee, and slowly stroked his way up my leg until he reached my thigh. The side of his hand was now touching my gusset, he slowly worked it back and forward, and he looked up to check my reaction. I shook my head, and almost whispered.âNo. Please donâtâ.âDonât worry. Iâm not going to touch youâ, and he slid his hand back out. My pussy felt like it was pulsating, and Iâm sure if heâd have pushed his hand inside my knickers, I wouldnât have resisted. As it was, my legs were on the verge of collapsing. Weâve all heard the expression going weak at the knees, now I knew what it meant. He transferred the cloth from one hand to the other, and put it on the inside of the other knee. The process then started again, only this time I was already aroused before he started. The anticipation as his hand slid up towards my pussy had my head spinning. When he eventually made contact with my gusset the intake of breath was audible, and my knees buckled. His hand cupped my pussy, as he took my weight.âWhoa! Are you okâ? He rushed me across to the covered up settee, almost carrying me by my crotch. He pulled his hand out from under me, and rushed out to re-soak his cloth. He run back in, cloth dripping with cold water, which he placed on my forehead. As the cold water hit my forehead it rapidly brought me back to my senses. I sat up suddenly, and was conscious of the water streaming down my face, running cold down my neck and across my breasts. âAre you ok nowâ?âYes. Iâm sorry my legs just went all funny, I think the heat in here is getting to meâ. I didnât know what else to say.âYou sit still and have a rest, Iâd better get stuck in or weâll never get doneâ.I don't know why, but this reply disappointed me, did I really want him to go further? I got to my feet, âIâm ok. Iâll carry onâ.He picked up his steamer and got back to scraping, âOk, but youâd be better off without that bra onâ.âBra? What do you meanâ? I asked as I picked up my scraper.âYouâve got a tee shirt on, so you donât need that silly bra. Itâs only stopping you breathing properly, and making you sweatâ.âBut I canât take it offâ.âWhyâ?âI donât know. Do you think I ought toâ?âNobodyâs gonâa know and you can put it back on before you leaveâ.âOk. Iâll go over there, but donât lookâ.I walked to the other side of the room, and whilst facing the other way I put my hands up the back of my tee shirt unclipping the shoulder straps, and then undoing my bra clip. I then pulled my bra down the front of my tee shirt, bent down and put it away in my bag. As I stood up, Glen was staring at me open mouthed.âWhatâs wrongâ? I asked, wondering what I was showing.âWrong! Nothing! Youâre gob-smacking. Itâs hard to believe youâre a school girl. Your tits are bloody amazing. What the bloody hell made you choose this as a work experience? You donât want to waist your time bloody working with a body like yours. You could earn a fortune if you went into modellingâ.I coloured up bright red, âStop taking the pissâ.
âNo. I ainât kidding you. Youâve got a body to die for. Honestly, Iâve got some playboy mags in the van; youâre as good as anything in thereâ.âDonât be silly. Come on weâd better get some work doneâ. âOk. But Iâm not having you on, youâve given me a hard, just looking at youâ.I got redder, I could feel the heat in my cheeks, âPlease donât say that. Itâs not niceâ.âOk, but you are some girl. You might as well start on that wall over there; Iâve about finished this one.I started on the next wall, and within about ten minutes, I was conscious I was being stared at. I looked across, and Glen was only a couple of feet away, staring at my bust.âPlease donât stare like that, you make me feel uncomfortableâ.âSorry. But I canât help it. Can I ask you to do something for meâ?âWhatâ?âLet me see themâ?âWhatâ?âYour tits. Let me see themâ?âNoâ.âGo onâ?âNo. I canât do thatâ.âWhyâ?âI canât. Thatâs whyâ.âGo-on please. I wonât touch you. Please just a quick flash. I promise Iâll stop staring at youâ.âWhat just give you a quick flash? And you wonât try and touch me? And then we can get on without you keep looking at meâ?âYes. I promiseâ.âYou wonât tell anyoneâ?âDonât be silly. I just want to see them in the flesh. I wonât tell anyoneâ.I put down my scraper and steamer plate, and turned to face him, he was only a couple of feet away. I put my hands on the bottom of my tee shirt, and then I lifted it up and down again in one swift movement.âWas that okâ?âOh come-on. That wasnât a quick flash. I didnât see a bloody thingâ.âLook you promised. Just a quick flash you saidâ.âCome-on please. I never saw a thing. Bloody concord donât go that quickâ.âOk then if I show you again you wonât touchâ?âPromise. But at least give my eyes time to focusâ.I lifted it up again, and held it for about two seconds. Before Iâd put it down he was saying.âJesus Linda, theyâre superâ.As he was making his remark I was covering myself back up.âOk you're happy nowâ?âLinda, youâre gorgeous. Iâm not kidding you; theyâre the best tits Iâve ever seen. I donât just mean seen for real. Iâve never seen anything that good even in the cunt booksâ.âDonât talk rude like that. Come-on lets get on nowâ.âJust one more look. Pleaseâ?âNo. You had your look. Letâs get some work doneâ.âPlease. Just one? Pleaszzzzzeâ.âOk. But then we get some work done. Yesâ?âYes. Iâll work like a slave. Just let me see them againâ.I put my hands back to my tee shirt, and lifted it above my breasts. I held it for about two seconds again, and then I said, âOk. Seen enoughâ?âNo, donât cover up yet. Do some posing for meâ?I pulled my tee shirt back down, âWhat do you meanâ?âCome-on. You know, pick up your scraper and pretend your working. Or lay across the back of the sofa, you know like the models doâ.âNo I couldnât do thatâ.âGo on. You look great, you know you do. Please. I promise weâll get started as soon as you've finishedâ.âOk. But this is it, Iâm not going any further, and weâre starting work afterâ.I lifted my tee shirt back up, and tried to get it to stay across the top of my breasts. But as soon as I bent down to pick up my scraper, it slipped back down covering up my breasts. I tried pulling it back up with my one free hand, but Glen stepped forward, took hold either side and helped me lift it back. As soon as I reached up with my hand to pose for him, my tee shirt slipped back again.âCome-on. Let me help you take it offâ?âNo Iâm not taking it offâ.âGo on. It ainât gonâa stay up out of the wayâ.âOk. But let me take it off, and no touchingâ.I walked across to the covered-up sofa, put down my scraper, and pulled the tee shirt over my head. It felt so sexy standing there with him looking at me with that look in his eye. I knew my nipples were standing proud and firm and it felt somehow exciting to be the centre of attention. I bent down to pick up my scraper, and he reached under my breast, cupping it in his hand. A tingle shot through my body. It was like no feeling Iâd ever known. Heâd touched my tit, but my pussy pulsed in some sort of anticipation.âHey! Stop that! You promised not to touchâ!Heâd just had a few seconds, but in that short time heâd gently pinched my nipple in-between his finger and thumb. This tweaking was almost like flicking a light switch, and it turned my body juices on instantly. Heâd now moved his hand away, and was standing along side me.âSorry. Honestly I didnât mean to do that. But youâre so fucking horny. Let me hold it againâ?Iâd now stood up, scraper in hand, stripped to the waist, nipples standing out.âNo you promised me, no touchingâ.âOh go-on. Please. You feel so soft. Just let me rest my hand under one of them? Only a few seconds? Pleazzzzzzzzzzzzze? You donât know what youâre doing to meâ.âLook if I let you, promise no furtherâ?âI promise. Swear to godâ.Without waiting for me to answer, he put one arm around my back, and the other around the front, his hand cupping under first my left, then right bust. Then his finger and thumb were on my nipple again gently squeezing with a rotating action. I went weak at the knees again, and he gently pushed me back against the settee. I overbalanced, and he was leaning above me as I was sprawled along its length. âPlease no, you promisedâ.âJust a feelâ.Both of his hands were now caressing my breasts, and he was working my nipples to perfection. I wanted to stop him, but seemed powerless to move. His right hand left my breast, to make room for his lips. Now he was sucking my nipple, with an occasional nibble. My body was under his control, and as my pussy gave an involuntary lift, I felt his free hand come into contact with it. He started by stroking on the outside of my knickers, but soon his fingers were working their way into the side of my gusset. Now the flesh of his fingers was sliding in the juices in my pussy, and as he rubbed my clit my body shuddered. I wanted him to force me, I wanted to be fucked, but the words that came out were, âPlease donât. You promised meâ.He pulled his hand out, and I almost told him to put it back! I was so confused, I thought, you stupid idiot youâre acting like a little girl.Then he brought his mouth up to mine, and kissed me, both hands back to my tits. His tongue was pushing into my mouth, so I did the same to him. By now, my pelvic thrusts were getting pronounced, and I had absolutely no control over them. The kissing continued, and his hand left my tit, and this time I felt it on my tummy. Not above my skirt, but heâd gone up under it, and was pushing it down inside my knickers. My clit was the first thing he found, and as he rubbed and gently squeezed it, I lifted my hips. When I lifted, his fingers naturally slid the length of my slot, and entered my hole. I know you wonât believe me, but this was the first finger, or anything else to enter this place. Iâd never even used tampons, only external sanitary towels. So he was like captain Kirk, he was boldly going when no man had been before.Once heâd made his first exploratory probe, it was all over, any sign of hesitation from either of us was gone. He rammed hard, I lifted shamelessly. As his lips left mine to draw breath, I shouted out to him.âFUCK ME. COME ON. I WANT YOU. PLEASE DO IT NOW, I NEED YOUâ.He didnât waist any time, he was soon standing there ripping his jeans down, and then pulling at my knickers. I lifted my bottom, and down my legs they slid. I lifted my legs wide, and he knelt in-between. The stretching feeling was frightening at first, and I suppose it was a little painful, but I somehow knew this was what I wanted. Then came the pain that Iâd always feared, the one they talk about in the playground. My virginity was gone, there was a tearing sensation, and it was an excruciating pain. But in seconds it was gone, as the overwhelming rush of emotion that flooded my body, disappeared the pain into insignificance. I'd never known pleasure like this before. Every fibre of my body was tingling, and the deeper he rammed the more I wanted. I know I was screaming and shouting, all those rude words that I'd only heard, but never said aloud. I donât suppose I was making any sense, I just wanted to let go. It was like some one had broken the walls of a dam, and all my pent-up inhibitions flooded out. I knew it would end with him shooting his spunk and I knew I wasnât on the pill. But not only did I not know what signs to look for to tell me his spunk was about to arrive, I also wanted to feel it shooting inside me. I didnât have long to wait, he was bashing at me in the same uncontrolled manner that I was receiving it. Suddenly the erratic jerking from him, and warm glow in my tummy told me this was it. He slumped down on top of me. I lay still feeling a satisfied glowing. I was now a woman!He stood up, and said.âAre you okâ?I was still lying there legs spread wide, not attempting to cover up.âYes that was nice, thank youâ.âNICE! I was FUCKING GREATâ.âYes you were. You were fucking greatâ.I dropped my leg off the back of the settee, and sat up. I was looking for my knickers.His hand cupped my tit, and he squeezed my nipple.âDo you want it againâ?I didnât answer, but I just lay back, and lifted my leg back up onto the back of the settee, opening my pussy.He was soon pushing at me, with a prick that kept folding over instead of entering. Then as the helmet end found its target, the whole shaft stiffened up, and he rammed it in. Oh boy! This was what I wanted; the pain from the first time was gone. All I got now was pleasure, and what pleasure! Iâd thought the first time was like a gift from heaven, this was more intense, and my body felt like there was some big event going to happen. I didnât know what to expect, but some how I knew something different was going on. All the tingling was there as last time, but deep in my tummy, deeper than he was reaching with his prick, there was a feeling of something building. Then with out warning, my pussy went into a kind of spasm. I started jerking, as if I was shooting spunk! My pussy was contracting, and dilating. As it grabbed and squeezed his prick, it started his spunk injection. I thrashed up and down, and he jerked his juice up inside me.Now while weâd been fucking, Iâd had my eyes closed. As my orgasm subsided, for that is what Iâd just had. I saw the old git whose house we were in, standing there at the side of the settee pointing a camera. He flashed away, taking several shots. Well he might have been old, but he was big, he stood there towering above us. I bet heâd been an impressive specimen of a man when he was younger. Our eyes made contact, and he glared at me. Then he dropped his camera onto its wrist strap, and reached down, plucking Glen off me like he was picking up a naughty puppy. He threw him across the room, and Glen landed in a heap on the floor.âOk young lady, let see what youâve got thenâ.I tried to close my legs but he forced one ankle against the back of the settee, which he held with his knee. Then he took the other ankle in one hand and used his camera to take close-up shots of my pussy. I squirmed and struggled, and Glen ran across and started hammering on the old guys back with his fists. Glenâs blows had no effect, but after the old guy had taken all the shots he wanted of my open pussy, he let go of my legs, and spun around grabbing hold of Glenâs wrists.Once heâd got Glen under his control he turned back towards me, still holding Glen tightly.âRight then you pair. Let me explain what your situation is. This silly little boy is going to get his ass kicked real bad, and then heâs going to loose his job.
And you young lady, youâre going to get expelled from school. You'll probably not be able to get a job because youâve been expelled. Then of course your mom and dad will know youâre a slut. I might even put the pictures on the internet, so your fame spreads world wide. How does that grab youâ?âNo pleaseâ.âSo are you going to be nice to meâ?âWhat do you meanâ?I could guess what he meant, I wasnât that stupid.âDonât play the bloody innocent. Are you gonâa fuck me, or do you want me to get nastyâ?I didnât want him to get nasty, and I didnât want Glen to loose his job, but more than that, I didnât want my mom and dad to find out what Iâd been doing.âOk then. But you promise you wonât tell anyoneâ?And as I said it, I opened my legs back up wide for him.âI ainât gonâa tell nobody. And you can get yourself up off there; I want you in my bedroomâ.He let go of Glenâs wrists, and said.âCome then letâs have you both up them stairs before the others come back, or youâll end up fucking both of them as well". Then turning to face Glen, "Yes I want you up here as well; you can take some snaps for me while sheâs doing the businessâ.âNo please, you can fuck me. But I donât want Glen to watch or take any picturesâ.âI wasnât asking. I was telling! You ainât got any choice in the matter. Either you do as I say or youâre both for the high jump. Now get on with it, come I canât wait all dayâ.He walked out of the room and we both followed him upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as he got in the bedroom he started stripping, until he was naked. He walked to his bed, and lay down in the middle of it on his back. His prick stood up like a big length of salami sausage. It was massive, at least half as long again as Glenâs, and so thick. He beckoned me across, I hadnât put my knickers back on, so I was just wearing my little short skirt. I climbed on the bed, and was about to lie down by his side, expecting him to get on top of me.âWhat do you think youâre doing? Come on. I want you on top, you donât expect me to do all the work at my ageâ.I did as heâd instructed, and knelt astride him, and then guided his massive prick towards my still dripping pussy. I got it just inside and was about to ease myself down gently, as I was worried about the damage the great big prick would do to me. Suddenly I felt his hands on my waist, and he thrust me down, ramming himself deep inside me.âOh god!â I let out a gasp as he stretch the flesh deep inside my pussy. He lifted me and rammed me down again, repeating the action. Before I knew what I was doing, I was assisting him. I started lifting myself up, and then squatting myself hard onto this massive ram-rod. This was bringing on an orgasm, only this time I recognized the signs. All I can say is each fuck gets better than the last, but this was better by at least double. Every stage of the build-up of this orgasm made me excited, it had no hidden worries, and I let myself ride on this wave of excitement. As my first contraction gripped his member, I felt him shooting up. I pushed down as hard as I could, getting every last millimetre of his prick into me. Sticky fluid gushed from my pussy with each spasm as it alternately dilated and contracted. I lay on top of him jerking about unable to control my actions. Heâd pushed me to one side and got himself up before Iâd stopped.âCome on you might as well have a shower with me; Iâll save on the electricâ.When I collected myself together, I got up and went to the bathroom. He was already under the shower, and as soon as he saw me come into the room, he opened the shower cubicle door. I stepped inside, there wasnât much room. His arms wrapped around me holding me in-front of him. I was facing the shower and he was soaping me up, his hands all over my body. Then still using his hands he rinsed me down, I could feel his prick was hard again and was pressing hard against my bum. Then he turned me around so I was facing him, I expected he would now soap my back. His hands cupped under my bum, and he lifted, sliding his hands under my inner thigh, and opening my legs around him. He slid me down and his prick slid up me once again. Not that I was complaining, it was magic, he could have fucked me time and again, Iâd never known pleasure like this.The whole of this fuck was performed in the shower, water cascading down our bodies, with him rocking my bum up and down on his prick. We both orgasmed together, it was like he knew exactly which buttons to press. Or is it that Iâm some kind of pent-up nymphomaniac. The truth I donât know, but I do know I like fucking.When I got downstairs glen was sitting eating his sandwiches and drinking his coffee.âYouâve finished thenâ?He said in a very sarky voice. He looked really pissed.âWhatâs wrongâ?âYou! Fucking that old guy, like he was some kind of studâ.âBut I had no choice. Anyway I did it as much for you, as anything, to save your jobâ.âLike fucking hell you did! You would still be up there fucking now, if he could stand the pace. Youâre a fucking whoreâ!âThatâs not fair. It was you who got me into this mess. If you hadnât forced me onto the couch, none of this would have happenedâ.âThatâs right, try and blame me. Youâve been gagging for is all day. And I didnât force you. You asked me to fuck youâ.All this arguing was getting me horny, and I could see Glen had a bulge in his jeans. So I figured this argument was as much about getting rid of built-up frustration, as it was about him being jealous, or me being a slut. I walked past him, and pretended my bag had slipped off my shoulder. It swung across knocking the cup from his hand, and spilling the hot coffee in his lap.âOh God! Iâm sorry. Here let me help you get them offâ. I dived to the floor, and ripped his jeans open, and started tugging them down. He was taken by surprise, and lifted up his bum to make it easier. I made sure my fingers got inside the waist of his boxer shorts, so they came off at the same time. His prick was stood to attention, and I tried my first go at giving head.I plunged myself down onto his dick with my mouth wide open. I had no idea what it would taste or feel like. The first thoughts were how salty the sticky juice was on his helmet end. I sucked hard, and pushed my mouth down onto his shaft. Although his prick didnât compare with the size of the old mans, it soon filled my mouth, almost making me choke. I felt his hands taking hold of the back of my head, and on my next down stroke, they forced hard downwards. Although I tried to resist his pressure, the prick was pushing hard into my wind-pipe. I gagged, as though I was going to be sick, forcing his prick out of my mouth while I coughed and choked.âAre you okâ?I got my breath back.âDonât do that, you nearly killed me! You promise not to do that again or I wonât blow youâ.âOk donât get your hair off. I was just trying to show you how to do it properlyâ.âWhat do you mean? If this isnât good enough for you, I can get on with my lunch. Iâll leave you to go and have a wankâ.âDonât be so bloody touchy. Youâre doing well for your first time. I was just trying to show you how to do deep throatâ.âAre you serious? You expect me to take it into my throatâ?âYes. Thatâs the right way to do itâ.âWell how can I do that without chokingâ?âDonât know. Iâve never done it. But I know itâs possible, my girlfriend does itâ.âWhat right into her throatâ?âYep! Itâs almost as good as a real fuck. When we 69, I can get it in that far my balls are on her noseâ.âHow does she breatheâ?âShe just takes a deep breath, and then I fuck her throat until she pushes up on my hips. When I feel her pushing, I pull out so she can take another breath. And Iâm doing the same with her pussy, so I know when I need to breathe, she will as well. Do you want me to eat your pussyâ?âErr, I donât knowâ.âI wouldnât usually do it straight after youâve been fucked, but youâve had a shower, so you should be cleanâ.âShould I lie downâ?âWell it can be done with either of us on top, but I like it better with the girl under meâ.âOk you get up and Iâll get in positionâ.He moved, I lay down and open my legs wide. I had no sense of being shy; my pussy was stretched for him to see. He climbed up, legs astride my head, and his prick pointing at my mouth. His tongue licked across my clit, sending shivers through my body.As his prick slid into my mouth, I took a deep breath. It reached the back of my throat, and I had to force myself not to gag. He pushed, and to my surprise I felt it going into my throat. Once the automatic choking feeling had been overcome, it was easy. He was sliding it in and out, and there was no pain, unlike my first fuck. Now my attention was drawn to what he was doing with his tongue, and the feelings he was generating. This was giving my body such an overall glow, I was almost drifting off. Suddenly I was choking, coughing his prick out of my mouth again, then reaching for my breath. Iâd forgotten all about lifting him and keeping my lungs full of air. Once Iâd got my breath back, I took him back into my throat, but this time I made sure my concentration didnât wander. âGod almighty! Are you pair at it againâ?It was the old man again; he'd walked in without us noticing.âTake no notice of me; you might as well carry on. Iâll go and get my cameraâ.And off he went, so we did as he'd said, and took no notice. When he came back in we were carrying on as if he wasnât there, while he snapped away from every angle. Before long Glen was jerking his hips, and I felt the spunk in my throat. It was only as he pulled out I could taste his love juice on my tongue. But I was only half way there; Iâd been aroused, but not climaxed. As Glen rolled off me, and lay on his back on the floor, I held my arms out to invite him back.âCome-on. Donât leave me like thisâ.âLooks like you drained the poor kid dry. If you want me to take over youâll have to get back up them stairs. Iâm not gonâa try and perform on that bloody couch, at my age, itâd cripple my backâ.I didnât answer him, but like a faithful little puppy, I followed my master. As we were leaving the room he said.âIf youâre not too fucked, you can come up and take a bit of video, Iâve got an idiot proof digi-cam up in my roomâ.He hadnât moved by the time we left the room, but as we were walking down the hall the old man said.âI bet heâs got that camera in his little mitts before we get startedâ.He was right, by the time weâd got to the top of the stairs; we could here him running down the hall. By the time the old man was stripped, Glen had got the camera going, and was following my every move.This fuck with the old man was a repeat of my earlier action, with the exception, that this time I felt more relaxed. It was another event that took my body out of my conscious control. The old man took a considerable time to reach his climax, and at one stage I thought I wouldnât be able to hold my orgasm back. But as I say I felt more in control, I was like a pan that was kept simmering, the second I knew he was ready, it was like turning up the flame. My body burst to its boiling point, with spasms and juices a plenty. Most of what happens while Iâm actually cuming is a mystery, as Iâm in another world at that point. But this time thanks to the video that Glen was taking, all was revealed to me later.After this session was over, all three of us took turns in the shower, I went last. By the time I got down stairs, Glen and the old guy were watching the video on the TV. I arrived towards the end, they offered to spin it back, but I said not to bother. Then came to the bit at the end of the session, as the old guy started shooting his spunk up inside me, I started thrashing up and down. With each lift, floods of sticky fluid gushed from my pussy, all over the old man. As he finished shooting he lifted me to one side, and got off the bed. The filming continued in close-up, showing me trashing around, legs wide open still flowing cum. My pussy was opening and closing with my spasms. It was most embarrassing to watch.Glen suddenly sprung to his feet.âFucking hell! Come on Linda, hereâs Graham. Lets get back in the other room quickâ.We both dashed back into the other room, but both steamers had boiled dry and shut themselves off. Glen grabbed the bucket to go and get some more water to fill them, but as he got to the door we heard Graham coming in the front door of the house.âWhere are you skiving off toâ?âJust getting some more water for the steamersâ.âHow far have you got? Are the walls all done yetâ?âErr not quiteâ.âWhat the bloody hell have you pair being doing all morning? You ainât even got one wall done yetâ!âHey! Before you go shouting the odds! Where do you think you and that so called boss have been all morning? Leaving a pair of school kids to do all the work. I paid good money to have this job done by professionals. I didnât expect to have two young kids at the money your chargingâ.âBut they only had to get the wallpaper off, surely they could manage that job on there ownâ?âI donât think you're in a position to criticise. And if you try to make anything of it Iâll be reporting you to the health and safety people. They did the best they could under the circumstances. Weâve had a power cut here, and they didnât know what to do when the steamers stopped workingâ.âThey could have just soaked the walls with water, it might have taken longer, but theyâd have got further than sitting on theyâre backsidesâ.âThatâs what I mean. You know that! But how are they supposed to knowâ?Graham was grunting things under his breath, but he didnât say anything to me or Glen. The rest of the afternoon we all three got stuck in, and by the time Brian arrived to take us back all the walls were done. I went upstairs to the bathroom and changed into my jeans and shirt, ready to go home. The journey back home was uneventful, mainly because I was wearing my jeans. Neither Graham nor Brian were any the wiser about the events in their absence.
