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The Building Site Ch. 02

By: friedbread69



Meena rushed around catching up on her housework that afternoon. She had toyed with the idea of returning to the building site on the way to school, but sadly accepted she could not turn up at the school in the state she had got home in that morning, and she had too much to do to set out early anyway. She could hardly concentrate on what she was doing, she was so high on the adrenaline of the morning's events. Her pussy was still aching from the pounding it had received, but the empty feeling in her heart had gone.

As Meena walked to the school she passed the site though, and waved demurely to the workmen who were there, getting an enthusiastic response, with much waving and whistling. This made her feel ten feet tall, but only made her lust sharper.

That weekend her mood was buoyant, but if Naresh, her husband, noticed he made no comment. She even managed to have a friendly conversation with her sister when the family visited on Saturday -- normally she spoke only when spoken to. On the Saturday night, her husband, as usual without preamble, reached over in bed and lifted her nightdress to her waist. This was always the signal that he wanted sex, and he climbed on top of her and entered her without a word. He could not have failed to notice how wet she was and how little resistance he met. All day Meena had been in a state of arousal, and when alone had had her hand inside her knickers several times.

As the rapid thrusting began she lay still and thought of being penetrated by Eric's monstrous cock the day before, how her whole body was shaken by his brutal fucking, and the sensation inside as he stretched her little cunt. She thought of his huge sweating bulk on top of her, and the animal smell of him. Before she could reach a climax, however, Naresh finished, rolled off her and slept within minutes. As he lay still she brought herself to a silent climax with her middle finger.

Sunday passed all too slowly, consisting of cooking and cleaning, and watching TV. Naresh talked about his work at the accountancy firm, and she listened attentively, though her mind wandered now and then to the site office. In the afternoon she was listening to her children read their school books, when she looked up and found Naresh looking at her. She felt a moment of panic -- could he know what she had done? She felt a thrill of guilt, but he turned his gaze away without saying anything. She told herself she hadn't done so much wrong -- it wasn't an affair after all -- but deep down she knew the consequences of discovery.

Monday morning came eventually, and Meena was up earlier than usual. She got herself and the children ready, and in a state of high excitement she set off to the school with them. As she passed the building site, she looked out for the men, but on this morning there were none in view. Her heart sank. She was not sure what she hoped would happen but knew she could not stop at what had happened on Friday. How would she wait another day?

On her return after leaving her children at the school gates, she looked again, and to her relief, spotted some distant figures in safety helmets. Were they the same men? She did not have the adrenaline that drove her so blindly on Friday, and she had to screw up her courage to even enter the site. Eventually she set off towards them, this time lifting her hems above the dirt. As she drew near she was relieved to recognise Eric and Mike from her previous visit. She walked up to them and smiled. Eric beamed at her and waved weakly. Mike raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Back again?" he said. "What can we do for you today then?" This was where Meena had a problem -- she had not planned what she was going to say. Last week just seemed to happen, and she had hoped something similar might develop today. Over the weekend she had imagined various scenarios, but could never see how they would start.The tingle between her legs told her she had to do something. She looked at Mike.

"I..." she hesitated, clasping her hands together, and looking at them as she spoke. "I just wondered...I wondered if anyone else... had something to show me. Like Mr. Eric." She did not know how else to make it plain what she was there for, other than saying "Will someone please fuck me?", and she did not use that word.

As well as Eric and Mike, there was a tall black guy in his twenties, and a skinny teenager. There was silence for a moment. Mike looked at her and thought about his wife for all of two seconds. Then he looked at the pretty slim woman with the big brown eyes. He looked at her sandalled foot and a tiny ankle poking out from under her sari, and had a vision of the moment he saw those lovely legs with his workmate's big hairy white backside bobbing up and down between them, as he had strained to see through the office window last week. He was suddenly aware that he had a massive erection.

"Well, I guess I..." Meena smiled and almost ran to his side. Eric looked crestfallen. 

"Do not worry, Mr. Eric," Meena said, seeing his disappointment. "I would very much like you to show me again soon." Eric seemed to cheer at this, and the other two workmen laughed, probably out of shock at hearing a respectable-looking woman speak like this in her careful accented English. Last Friday afternoon Eric had redoubled his efforts at whistling and shouting at passing young women, following the spectacular result it had brought in the morning, when this little goddess had come and submitted to his desires, but with a total lack of success and a lot of abuse from its victims.

Meena held Mike by the hand as they walked over to the office. She studied him as they went. He was a little taller than her husband, but much stockier. He was in his thirties, tanned, with streaked blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a couple of days' stubble, and wore an ear ring. He wore a high-visibility vest with nothing underneath, and dusty, stained black jeans.

Mike opened the office door. The familiar smoky smell hit Meena, and took her instantly back to Friday's adventure, increasing her arousal. Her heart was beating fast again, and she could not wait to have Mikes big dirty hands touch her. To her surprise and disappointment, though, there were two workmen in the office, talking and smoking, with two mugs of coffee on the desk. They looked up.

"Could you guys excuse us for ten minutes?" Mike seemed to have some authority, as they both got up and left, though they smirked as they went. Word had got round. Meena felt disappointed that he had said ten minutes, and hoped it might be longer. As soon as they had left, Mike wedged a steel-framed chair under the door handle. Meena reflected that she had not even thought of privacy with Eric. At that moment she wouldn't have cared if the whole crew had been in there watching. In fact it might have been a positive, and she suddenly remembered that she thought she had seen faces at the window while underneath him.

Mike was wondering where to start, but needn't have worried - Meena took the initiative and led him to sit on the sofa where she sat next to him, leaning against him and slipping a dainty hand inside his vest, stroking his chest, running her fingers through his copious chest hair. Mike put an arm around her, leant over and kissed her. Meena noticed the same taste of tobacco, but a smell of cheap aftershave with it. She felt Mike's tongue enter her mouth, and reciprocated - so this was how people kissed! She had wondered if it was just an unusual feature of Eric's technique.

Mike's other hand went straight to her breast, squeezing it through her blouse and bra. Meanwhile Meena's went straight to the front of his jeans, feeling for his erection. When she found it she grabbed for his zip in her lust and innocent enthusiasm. Mike had to release her breast and take over to avoid an accident -- when he pulled the zip down Meena could see that his cock had already escaped from his boxers. Meena eagerly grasped it in her hand -- it was unlike Eric's, not as fat, but still a little longer than her husband's, and with a lot more foreskin than either. Mike reached for the hem of her petticoat and lifted it to her knees. He stroked her legs, smooth and soft, and returned to kissing her pretty mouth. The feel of his rough palm on her skin was what she had waited for.

After a while his hand began to slide inside the petticoat along her thighs, which parted a couple of inches as he advanced. Before long his fingers reached the top, and made contact with her swollen lips -- he realised with a start that Meena had no panties on. Meena writhed as he touched her there -- the tingling hadn't subsided since she had left her house with the unaccustomed sensation of the cool air around her pussy, and now it increased as he fingered her clumsily. Her hand was still gently pumping Mike's shaft, and she squeezed it involuntarily. 

Mike was a slightly more sophisticated lover than Eric, which wasn't difficult, but he was still in a hurry. He knelt on the floor and pushed Meena's knees apart. He lifted her sari and petticoat up as high as he could, exposing her bare cunt. It was unshaven but tidy, and her dark lips were swollen exposing just a little pink. He pulled her bottom towards the edge of the sofa, and positioned himself between her knees. As his face approached her, her thighs tensed for a moment -- this was outside her experience, but as Mike buried his face in her pubic hair, and his tongue then found her clitoris, she relaxed, and allowed him to push her legs up and apart.

"Oh my God, what are you doing?" she wailed. "Don't stop it, don't stop!" Mike flicked the tip of his tongue around her clit for a while, then pushed his tongue as far into her as he could, tasting her juices. 

Mina shuddered with an orgasm -- she had never known sensations like these. As Mike pulled away, she looked over his shoulder and noticed the faces at the window again -- this time there was no mistaking them, and she recognised the large shape of Eric. She was lying on the sofa, with her lower half unclothed, and her legs wide apart, with three strange men staring straight at her most private parts.

Mike knelt between her legs, closer to the edge of the sofa. He held his cock in his hand, and rubbed it up and down Meena's soaking slit.

"Put it in, oh God, what are you waiting for? Put it into me, put it in!" Mike pushed the head of his cock between her lips until just the head had disappeared. Meena tried to push herself forward to get more of him in, but Mike held back.

"God, you're desperate for it, aren't you?" he said."Beg for it, then."

"Please put it in."

"Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to fuck your cunt."

*Oh God, please sir, please fuck my cunt, fuck me, please" whimpered Meena.

This seemed to turn both of them on even more, and Mike slid the rest of his length inside her to oblige. He started to piston in and out of her, and was surprised when she climaxed again after a couple of minutes -- she didn't make a sound, but she arched her back and grabbed his wrists which were supporting him on the edge of the sofa, and he felt her muscles contract around his cock. He continued his rhythm, and began to massage her clitoris with one thumb at the same time. Meena was surprised when he stopped, as she had not felt him finish. She looked inquiringly at him.

"Turn over" he said hoarsely, getting up off the floor and helping her up from the sofa. He turned her round and pushed her back down, positioning her kneeling where he had knelt, with her upper body face down on the sofa. He then knelt behind her and positioned himself between her legs. He lifted her petticoat to reveal a pair of perfect firm buttocks framing the entrance to her pussy, then put his cock into her opening, before roughly adjusting the angle of her pelvis until suddenly entering her all the way with a sigh.

He started to fuck her hard and fast now, his hands holding her roughly by the hips, and their skin slapping together as he gathered pace. Meena's face was buried in the cushions of the sofa, which smelled of dust and smoke. She was amazed by what Mike was doing to her -- she had no sexual experience beyond the marital bed (and Eric now of course), and no idea about different sexual positions, or oral sex. She had never imagined sex was anything more than what she endured on a Saturday night -- she had been a virgin when she married, and had lived a sheltered life, without any exposure to pornography. She had seen the implied eroticism of Indian movies, but found it difficult to connect it with her experience. This was thrilling - just the thought of a stranger's penis inside her was driving her wild, especially a rough, dirty uneducated man. This was a whole new world of pleasure, waiting to be explored.

When Mike eventually shot his load deep inside her, Meena was just reaching her third orgasm. Mike withdrew from her, and his semen spilled down her leg and onto her petticoat, which was already dirty from Mike's hands and the floor of the office. Her blouse showed the evidence of Mike's handprint, while her sari had come loose from her waist and trailed on the floor. Mina got up and did her best to make herself presentable, but still looked somewhat dishevelled. Mike zipped up his jeans and took her in his arms and kissed her hard again.

"Are you not getting it at home, sweetheart?" he asked her as he broke the kiss. He took hold of her ponytail and pulled her head back. She smiled sweetly at him but said nothing. Mike released her, moved the chair and opened the door, to find his three workmates standing outside. 

"Enjoy the show boys?" he said. The black guy laughed and shook his head.

"Not impressed, I can do better than that, my friend" he said, grinning.

"Fuck off, Leon" replied Mike irritably. "What about you Wayne?" he asked the skinny youth. "Bet you've never seen a woman naked before anyway" he laughed. Wayne blushed and said nothing. Eric just smiled at Meena, remembering how he had destroyed her little pussy three days earlier.

"You coming back again then, miss?" he said hopefully.

"I think I will be back tomorrow" replied Meena. "But I do not know who I would like to fuck me then. You boys can decide and inform me when I come". She felt confident now that someone would take up her offer, even if it was only Eric.

"Come on lads, let's get some work done" said Mike sharply, and turned to walk away. The others followed him, and Meena could hear them arguing about something. She imagined with a thrill that they were arguing about who would be next to get inside her.

She turned and walked across the mud towards the road. As she walked she thought of the three cocks that she had had inside her in the last few days, and how different they all were. She also knew that she craved more -- she now knew what was missing in her life: it was sex, but not like she had known before.

She arrived home, where after a quick shower and change of clothing she resumed her daily routine. Her head was spinning, and she had to try to drive the lustful thoughts from her mind at least for a few hours.

That night in bed she even contemplated approaching her husband for sex, which was unheard of, but decided he would probably consider her little more than a whore if she did. She would have to wait again...

The Building Site Ch. 03



Meena was up early again after a restless night. She he had slept only for short periods, and had strange vivid dreams of being naked on a table, being groped by a large group of men. Before showering and dressing she looked out of the window and her spirits fell -- the sky was grey and it was pouring with rain. She got herself and the children ready, then hurriedly gave them breakfast and ushered them out of the door in coats, hats and boots.

As she walked past the site there was not a soul in sight, and when she came back after dropping her kids off it was still deserted, and the site was covered in big puddles and thick mud. The weather must have been too bad for outside work, she thought, and after standing for a while gazing at the site office, trudged home in the rain, sick with disappointment and wet through.

She went to her bedroom and undressed. She normally took her sari off to do the house work, changing into an old tracksuit then dressing up again to go out to the shops or back to collect the children. Today she lay on the bed completely naked for a while before putting on the tracksuit. She closed her eyes and rubbed her clitoris, and felt the warm feeling inside her. She needed something more though -- she craved the sensation of being penetrated. She spotted her hairbrush on the dressing table. It had a thick, smooth wooden handle. That would have to do. As she slid it in, in her imagination it was Eric's grotesque cock entering her.

All day long it rained, and she busied herself vacuuming and ironing to take her mind off her sexual cravings. In the afternoon she went for the children, and there was still no-one at the site. She was irritable with the children and silent with her husband all evening.

After another restless night, the next day dawned fine and her spirits lifted. She decided to break her habit and go to the school wearing the tracksuit and trainers, having learned the hard way that building sites and saris don't mix. It also occurred to her they would be quicker to take off, and with a thrill wondered who she would be exposing herself to this time. She knew she badly needed to have a cock inside her today.

As she walked down the street with her children, she approached the building site, and her heart leapt as she heard men's voices. They were back. She hurried down to the school and after quickly kissing the kids goodbye, almost ran back. This time she walked onto the site without hesitating, picking her way between the puddles, but still getting mud on her trainers and tracksuit bottoms. She found Eric, Leon and Wayne talking with the two guys who had been in the office on Monday. Mike wasn't with them, but she could see him watching her from the other side of the site.

"Hello, boys." she said with a shy smile. "You were not working yesterday?"

"Too wet." said Leon. He looked at the others. He wasn't one for small talk and came straight to the question in Meena's mind.

"Listen, we had a chat after you left Monday, and today you're mine." He grinned at her, and looked her up and down. "Must say I preferred you in the Indian outfit, but makes no difference in the end, it's what's underneath that matters!" He looked at his colleagues and laughed. He put a hand on her shoulder. A tingle ran through Meena's body at his touch. She had had to wait two days, but she knew she was going to be fucked again.

"Come on then, doll." Leon said, and turning to wink at Wayne, steered her to the office door. He opened it and guided her in. Meena's heart was hammering again, with excitement and trepidation. Leon seemed different to the others, confident and relaxed. He shut the door behind them but did not wedge it like Mike had done. She looked around at the familiar room, the scene of her debauchery.

"Stand here." he said, positioning her in the middle of the room facing the sofa. He went and sat on the sofa and slouched back, looking at her. Meena took the opportunity to have a better look at him too -- he was tall, about six feet or a little more, with long dreadlocks. He had a handsome face with high cheekbones, and a small goatee. He narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Strip for me," he said, "I want to see you naked. Mike didn't get you naked". Meena nodded and took off her trainers. She pulled her tracksuit top over her head, then pushed down the bottoms and kicked them off. She stood in just her bra and pants, breathing fast. Leon looked at the slim little figure in brilliant white underwear, and nodded.

"Nice" he said. "Keep going." Meena unclasped her bra as she had done for Eric, and slid it down her arms to the floor. Leon studied the small firm round breasts and her heaving chest for a while, then looked her panties, already with a damp patch in the crotch. He motioned her to take them off. She slid them off slowly and stood there naked for him. He saw the tidy triangle of black pubic hair, with swollen cunt lips visible. He sat still and studied her body for a while.

When he had seen enough Leon stood up and pulled his tee shirt over his head. Meena looked appreciatively at the strong muscular arms, the deep pecs and the six-pack.

"You look a very strong man" she said, her voice quavering.

"I work out." Leon kicked off his muddy boots, and smoothly slid off his jeans. He stood there in just a tight pair of underpants. Meena couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants, but couldn't really make out an outline.

"OK doll, what you want is in here" he said, looking down. "Help yourself." Meena walked over and knelt in front of him, then hooked her fingers in his waistband. She slowly pulled it downwards.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked, as she exposed him. Out of the pants came a nine-inch long snake, thick and black, and only semi-erect. Meena's eyes opened wide as she slid them the rest of the way down to his feet. After a moment she tentatively reached out and touched his massive tool. She grasped the shaft and lifted the head. She remembered what Mike had done to her with his tongue, and felt an urge to do the same to Leon. She put out her small pointed pink tongue, and gently licked the end.

"Here." Leon indicated the area just underneath the head, and she licked it gently. She could feel his shaft swelling in her hand as she did so, and soon it was standing fully erect, while she licked all the way up and down to his balls. His fully erect organ reached to his navel.

"Take it in your mouth, girl" he said, at the same time shifting his position so the action could be better seen from the window. Meena opened her mouth wide and put her lips around the end, but couldn't get much more in. She sucked it as best she could, and Leon seemed to be enjoying it. When she couldn't suck any more she reverted to licking it, and before too long Leon ejaculated without warning, covering her face and hair with sticky white, some of which dripped down onto her tits. Meena was startled - she had never seen so much semen at one time. She was also very disappointed, now that he wasn't going to come inside her. She got to her feet and tried to wipe her face clean with her track suit bottoms. She looked towards the window and saw that there were five faces there, all straining for a better view. She waved to them.

Leon sat back on the sofa and patted the seat next to him. Meena went and sat there obediently, hoping Leon would lick her as Mike had done. Leon wasn't interested in her pleasure, though, and just kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue almost to her throat, whilst mauling her tits roughly, and pinching her nipples. Meena was going crazy with desire and frustration, and slipped a hand between her own legs in desperation, but after a few minutes was delighted to see that his erection had returned. 

Leon went and sat on one of the steel framed chairs, and pulled her towards him by the wrist. He sat her astride his lap, facing him. He put one hand behind her head and pulled her to him to kiss her again. He moved down to her slender neck and bit her earlobes. Then he started on her breasts, biting first her nipples then the soft skin of her breasts, sucking hard and leaving marks on them. Meena felt the pain but didn't mind -- she was close to orgasm and he hadn't even touched her between the legs. In the back of her mind she was still thinking about that monster between Leon's legs, and whether she would be able to accommodate it.

She soon knew it was time to find out. She could feel his cock pressing into her tummy, but then he lifted her by the armpits so that only her toes were on the floor. She grabbed his cock and aimed it at her entrance, as he gradually lowered her onto it. She gasped as the first couple of inches stretched her tight, then gradually lowered herself further. She felt she couldn't take any more, but when she looked down there seemed to still be half of it outside her. She put her hands round his neck and started to lift herself up and down on his pole, feeling his big hands on her buttocks, helping her motion. She could smell the sweat from his body, a strong masculine smell. Soon she was taking about three quarters of his length.

Leon moved one hand a little, and with his finger started to massage her anus. This was another new experience for Meena, and she jumped when he inserted his finger into her. She soon relaxed though, and found she enjoyed the sensation of his finger in her ass, as she could never have imagined a week ago.

Without warning, Leon removed his finger and grabbed her bottom harder, then without withdrawing his cock, stood up. She seemed to weigh almost nothing in his arms. He took his hands away from her backside and put his arms around her body, so that her own weight impaled her further on his cock.

"Oh God no!" she cried into his ear. "You will break me inside!" Leon paid no heed, revelling in the tightness of her pussy. After a minute, her whimpering stopped and he felt her start to move herself on his shaft, until soon she was thrusting with her little hips as he held her tight.

"God you are killing me! Oh yes, yes, it is coming now...Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!!" she screamed. Leon was simply holding her, while she brought herself to the biggest orgasm of her life, thrusting her cunt up and down his cock. She relaxed then, her arms still around Leon's neck.

Leon knelt down, still holding Meena and still inside her. He then leant forward till she was flat on her back on the floor, and started to slide his cock in and out of her, supporting himself on his arms so he could see her as he nailed her. He watched her little breasts wobbling with the movement, and looked down to see the black of his member, glistening now with Meena's juices, disappear into her golden brown pussy. The floor was covered in a thin carpet, and was filthy with muddy boots treading in and out. It was hard and uncomfortable, but Meena was beyond caring. She was not satisfied yet, and remembered what Mike had asked her to say on Monday. 

"Fuck me, Mr. Leon" she said, looking him in the eye. "Keep fucking me, don't stop yet."

Leon met her gaze, then smiled. He obliged, and shafted her like that for a good fifteen minutes without breaking his rhythm. Meena was sweating with the exertion of taking this pounding, but noticed nothing as she came to two more climaxes, before Leon groaned and filled her cunt with his seed. Then he lowered himself onto her, and began to nibble her neck and ears again, his softening rod still inside her.

"You are a good ride, doll" he whispered into her ear.

He got up and dressed. Meena lay on the floor exhausted, covered in sweat, mud on her legs and body, semen in her hair and leaking from between her legs, and bites all over her breasts and neck.

"You OK?" grunted Leon.

"I am fine, thank you. I enjoyed that so much, thank you."

"Want a bit more?" Meena looked at him from the floor, puzzled. Surely he was not going to start again? Leon grinned and went to open the door.

"Come in, son. It's your turn. Time to lose your cherry."

Wayne entered the room sheepishly, looking at his feet. He caught sight of Meena lying naked on the floor and gaped at her open-mouthed. Mike had been right, he had never seen a woman naked in the flesh, although he was an avid consumer of pornography. Now there in front of him was a pretty petite woman, older than himself, there for the taking. He trembled as he stood there.

"Off you go then" said Leon, sitting on the sofa, and settling back to watch.

Wayne looked at Meena for signs of consent, and when she smiled weakly at him and let her knees fall apart again, undid his trousers and slipped his briefs down a little. Meena caught sight of his erection. It was nothing remarkable after what she had just accommodated, but Meena didn't pay much attention -- she was going to take her fifth different cock in less than a week, and she felt a stirring of desire even in her exhausted state. Wayne got down awkwardly onto the floor between her legs and stared at her sopping cunt. Her lips were red now from the chafing of Leon's monster. 

"Put it in her, man" instructed Leon. Wayne lowered himself onto Meena and tried to enter her. Meena guessed his inexperience, so she grabbed his cock and guided him in. As soon as he felt himself inside a woman for the first time, Wayne started thrusting frantically, and shot his load almost immediately. Leon laughed from the sofa.

"Thanks" Wayne mumbled, and got up. He zipped up his trousers, and he and Leon went out of the door together laughing, without looking back at Meena. She was too exhausted to move for a long time, and just lay there on her back. Eventually she got onto her hands and knees and found her clothes, then got up and dressed shakily. 

She stepped out into the bright sunshine and looked around her. By now the men were scattered across the site, back at work, and no-one spoke to her as she walked unsteadily back to the road. Although dishevelled and aching, she felt a glow of satisfaction, as though she had finished a good meal.

When she got home, she showered as before, then stood in front of the mirror inspecting the marks on her neck and breasts. No-one normally saw her naked, not even her husband, but the neck was a problem. She experimented for a while with makeup and a scarf, until she thought she might get away with it.

When her husband returned from work, he read his post and barely gave her a second glance. As she served him his evening meal, she wondered what his reaction would be if he knew that his dutiful wife had earlier that day copulated with two complete strangers in front of an audience. Instead of making her guilty, the thought made her feel horny all over again. Perhaps tomorrow she would go and see Eric again...



The Building Site Ch. 04



After dinner that evening, Naresh informed Meena that his mother would be coming round the following day, and Meena was to go shopping with her for gifts, as his parents were planning a trip to India. This was not a request, and Naresh probably didn't have too much say in the matter either. His mother was a fearsome little woman, shorter than Meena but rounder, with long grey hair, a dark wrinkled face which was held in a permanent scowl. Meena's heart sank – she knew there was no escaping the shopping expedition, and she had no chance of getting away to the building site tomorrow with her mother watching her every movement.

Thursday came and the old woman arrived on the doorstep bright and early, and announced she would take her grandchildren to school before she and Meena went to the shops. Meena could not say no. She had fantasised when lying in bed that morning about dropping into the site on the way back from taking the children, for a quick visit before the shopping trip, but now even this distant possibility was extinguished. 

When the children had been dropped off by their grandmother she and Meena took a bus to the shopping district, and all morning Meena trailed round after her mother into shop after shop, saying nothing except to agree when it was expected of her. She was modestly dressed as usual in her sari, and looked radiant despite her boredom and frustration.

Around lunchtime they passed a small public park, where there were two gardeners planting a new flowerbed with colourful plants. They were both wearing green overall trousers, but it was a hot day and one of them was stripped to the waist, the other wearing a white vest. They were sweating in the sun, and their hands were dirty with soil. Meena was walking behind Mrs Patel senior, but stopped and watched them working. They noticed her and smiled; Meena blushed and returned their smile demurely, and they returned to their work.

Meena's mind started racing – she was imagining herself undressing for one of them, feeling a rough hand on her breasts, maybe a tongue on her pussy, then a big, hard cock – oh God, she was getting horny. She looked more closely at them – which one would she like inside her? The first one was medium height, maybe early twenties, slim built but with well defined a muscles and a tan. His face was boyish and friendly, with short fair hair and blue eyes. She imagined undoing his trousers and finding his cock, and taking it in her mouth. She imagined it as large, but not as thick as Leon's, so she could suck it more easily, before taking it between her legs.

The other guy was little older, maybe late twenties, and heavier set. He had long dark hair in a ponytail, deep set brown eyes and dark stubble. His naked chest and back were covered in thick dark hair. Meena imagined running her fingers through it, feeling it against her breasts as he lay on top of her, thrusting his cock into her. It would be a tough decision which one to have, if she was in a position to choose. She thought back to yesterday, and her marathon pounding by Leon, followed by Wayne's brief entrance into her vagina. Suddenly it struck her – why not both of them? Maybe both at once? Four hands groping her, probing her, like she had dreamt the other night! 

Just as her fantasy lifted to a new level, she heard a shriek in her ear, and felt a bony hand pulling her roughly by the arm. Her mother had evidently seen her staring at the men, and was absolutely furious. For a moment Meena felt as though the old woman had a caught a glimpse of her fantasy, but soon realised it could not be so. Nonetheless she scolded Meena for five solid minutes as they walked along the busy street, people staring at them as they passed. She started again intermittently throughout the afternoon, reminding Meena of the behaviour expected of a respectable Indian wife. If only she knew, thought Meena.

"I was fucked by four different men this week, as well as your son," she thought as she looked back at her elder. "Rough, dirty uneducated men - one of them old and fat. One of them a beautiful black man with a huge penis. Then a boy who had never been with a woman before. I let them all inside me, and I enjoyed it. What do you think about that?" 

Meena realised at that moment, as she half-listened to the continuing lecture about meeting another man's eyes, what she would do tomorrow. She was going back to the building site, and was going to ask for two of the guys at once. Would they agree? As she sat down next to the old woman on the bus home, Meena realised how wet she was and squirmed on the seat. As the bus vibrated and shook, she had a silent climax there and then.

On Friday morning she walked happily onto the site, wearing her sari again since the ground had dried a lot, but with her hair loose. She looked stunning, fresh and perfect. Leon was the first to spot her.

"Heyyyyy – look who's here guys!" They all looked round and grinned when they saw the tiny figure. "We thought you'd maybe had enough when you didn't show yesterday – 'specially after what I gave you Wednesday!" 

"No, I had to go somewhere else yesterday." Meena said seriously. "But I am here today" she added superfluously.

"Eric was disappointed yesterday, weren't you mate?" said Mike. "Reckoned you'd promised him one."

"I would like that, Mr. Eric," said Meena to Eric's obvious joy, "but perhaps one of you other boys would like to come too? There were two of you last time, wasn't it? But both together this time." She smiled a sweet innocent smile.

"Fucking hell, she's insatiable!" laughed Mike. "What about you, Dan? Fancy a double header with old Eric?"

He turned to another in the group, who Meena recognised as one of the guys Mike had sent out of the office on Monday. He was probably in his fifties, bald headed and overweight, but not as big as Eric. He had a round red face, with a big bulbous nose and piggy eyes. He was wearing a red check shirt and jeans.

"Um, I don't know, Mike, "he said slowly. Meena got the impression that Dan was perhaps a bit simple. "I shouldn't really. My wife wouldn't like it."

"Come on, Dan," said Mike, "How often do you get the chance to shag something like that? She's got a fantastic little body under there, and the tightest little cunt I ever felt. Mind you, it might not be so tight after Leon's been in there!" The men laughed coarsely. Meena blushed and turned her face away.

"Well, alright then," said Dan after they had finished guffawing, "if you think it will be OK."

"Go for it, Dan!" said Mike.

Meena set off for the site office with Eric and Dan walking behind. Eric seemed to be explaining something to Dan, who was concentrating hard on what he was being told. Meena hadn't thought out in any detail what sex with two men could entail – she simply thought of what happened in her dream, and was already moist with the anticipation of it.

They arrived in the office and closed the door, and Eric went straight up to Meena and put his arms around her. He hugged her tight, picking her feet off the floor, then kissed her. Meena enjoyed the feeling of strong arms around her and the smell of Eric's stale sweat, and felt there was a tenderness in the kiss this time. He eventually put her down and released her.

Dan moved in to follow Eric. He held Meena roughly and put his face near hers. His breath smelled of alcohol and tobacco, but Meena responded enthusiastically and soon their tongues were in each others mouths. Dan put his hand on one buttock and squeezed; Meena could feel his erection pressing into her. When Dan stopped for breath, Eric started to pull at her sari, and with Meena's help unravelled it all. Dan took his cue and undid her petticoat at the waist, letting it fall to her feet. 

Eric then moved in and unbuttoned the short thin blouse, then went behind her and tried to undo her bra, but the fastening was too fiddly for his big fingers, so he just pulled the two ends of the strap and broke the fastening. He pulled the bra off to expose her wonderful little breasts, and threw it on the floor. Dan was not to be outdone – he grabbed the waistband of her panties with both hands and ripped them from her body in tatters. They had undressed her like a doll for their gratification and now Meena stood before them naked, breathing fast – she was revelling in the rough treatment. Dan stood and marvelled at her perfect little body, and noticed Leon's fading bite marks on her neck and breasts.

Eric grasped one breast, more confidently than the first time he had tentatively cupped it in his hand. He kissed her ear and neck as he mauled it. Dan chewed on her other ear, and put his big hand between her legs, rubbing her slit roughly. Meena closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being played with by their hard calloused hands.

After a few minutes of being groped she broke away from them and went to lie on the dirty old sofa. Dan followed and sat next to her head and continued to run his hands over breasts. Eric knelt on the floor and to Meena's delight buried his face in her bush, licking her noisily - he seemed to have learnt something from watching through the window. She opened her legs wide to encourage him, and felt his tongue enter her. Both men's hands were roaming all over her body, and she thought again of the dream she had had – this was what she wanted. Eric left her pussy after a time, and seemed very interested in her dainty little feet, kissing them and sucking her toes. Dan took over by reaching down and inserting a big rough finger into her vagina and finger-fucking her vigorously, while rolling her nipple between the fingers of his other hand. This was too much for Meena and she climaxed noisily.

"Oh God! Don't stop! Oh my God!!! "

After a few moments' recovery Meena sat up on the sofa and put her feet on the floor. 

"That was so nice, boys. I would like to do same for you both."

Eric and Dan stood either side of her. Meena ran her hands over first Eric's jeans, then Dan's. She unbuttoned Eric's and pulled them down a little. She saw the grubby underwear, and wondered if it was the same pair he had on a week ago. She released his big, purple-headed cock from them, and with a thrill held its veiny shaft in her little fist. Then she turned to Dan, and exposed him in the same way. He had a short, stubby penis, surrounded by a large bush of greying pubic hair. Meena fondled it curiously, then wrapped her lips round it, and licked around the head with her tongue. After doing this for a minute she turned to Eric and licked his bulbous end like a lollipop. She continued to alternate between the two of them for several minutes, licking and sucking enthusiastically, despite the questionable personal hygiene of the two men. 

"Am I doing it right? Is that good?" She looked up at the two builders' faces.

Meena remembered back a week ago, to the moment she was first penetrated by a man other than her husband, and longed for the sensation again. 

"Come Mr. Eric. Put it into me please."

Eric removed his vest, took his boots off and then slid down jeans and underpants together, and stood there in just a pair of socks with a hole in one toe.

"You go on top this time, miss, I dont want to squash you, you're only a little thing." Meena nodded, eager to try anything different.

Eric lay on the floor on his back, and showed Meena how to straddle him, facing toward him. She squatted and grasped his shaft, and lowered herself down onto it, moaning softly as it penetrated her gradually as she sat on him. She started to move her hips, then leant forward to rest on Eric's huge belly so that she could thrust herself up and down. She was enjoying being in control; she smiled at Eric as she ran her hands over his chest, and he reached out and squeezed her tits again. She ground her hips, enjoying the sensation of his meat inside her, riding him like a huge animal. He moved one hand down and rubbed her clitoris with his thumb as she bounced on his cock. Meena closed her eyes and imagined her mother's face if she could see Meena now, totally naked astride this old white guy. She wasn't just meeting his gaze; she was fucking vigorously with him. It would probably give the old crow a heart attack.

As this was going on, Dan had undressed. Unnoticed by Meena, he came and knelt behind her between Eric's legs. She jumped as he suddenly grabbed her by the hips. 

"Hold still a minute, love." He could see her tight little anus above where Eric's red cock was disappearing between her brown cunt lips. With one hand he held his cock and rubbed the head up and down her crack, which was wet and sticky with her overflowing juices. Meena wasn't sure what he was intending, but she soon found out, as he then pushed hard, and his end popped inside her ring. 

"Aaaagh! What are you doing, you dirty man?" she screamed, as he thrust himself deep into her ass. "Oh my God, take it out!"

Dan ignored her and started to pump his cock into her, however, and this moved her back and forth on Eric's rod which was still deep in her pussy. There were tears in her eyes, but as she grew used to the sensation she started to move her hips again, until the three of them synchronised their movements so that the two cocks were sliding in and out of her at the same time. Pain gave way to pleasure, and Meena felt an orgasm building again. The sensation, and the thought of having two men simultaneously inside her tiny body, were overwhelming her.

She was vaguely aware of the office door opening, and when she looked over her shoulder, caught sight of Mike, who was holding his phone out in front of him – it gradually dawned on her that he was filming her, but she couldn't stop now. She let out a cry as she orgasmed, and Eric and Dan soon afterwards let go and emptied themselves into her simultaneously. She lay forward on Eric's chest and Dan slumped forward on top of her, so that her little body was sandwiched between the two huge sweating men, all three of them breathing heavily.

After a while Dan withdrew from her anus and got up. Still with Eric's shrinking cock in her vagina, she sat up straight, and looked back at Mike again. He was still filming her, but she saw his trousers were unzipped and with his other hand he was stroking his cock.

"You don't need to do that, Mr.Mike." Meena said to his surprise. She dismounted from Eric, and went and stretched herself out on the sofa. She smiled at Mike, who needed no second invitation and climbed fully clothed onto the sofa between her legs, entering her immediately and starting to fuck her so hard she could feel the bones of his pelvis hammering into her.

"Do you like that, you little slut?" he said, looking into her face as he shook the sofa and Meena's tiny frame with his thrusting.

"Ye-e-e-es." Meena found it hard to speak between the pounding. "Pl-lease fu-uck me ha-a-arder". She wrapped her arms round his back and clung tightly to him, as if she didn't want him to stop, but Mike pretty soon ejaculated into her and stopped moving. Over his shoulder Meena could see Leon grinning at her, and knew she wasn't finished yet.

"Me next, then young Wayne again" he said. Mike got up and Leon immediately replaced him. He guided his huge member into her gaping little tunnel. Meena took a deep breath as he inserted his entire length into her, but this time accommodated it without a problem. No sooner did Leon start to piston in and out of her than Meena climaxed again, the muscles of her cunt contracting around him. He soon came inside her, semen overflowing onto the sofa as he withdrew, and she lay there breathing fast, with tiny beads of sweat on her forehead.

Wayne took his turn, egged on by the older men, and didn't last much longer than the last time. Two more guys she didn't recognise mounted her one after the other her, but she didn't care or take that much notice – she felt like she was in heaven, in an almost permanent state of orgasm. As the second one climbed off, another man stepped forward. He looked at Meena.

"Mrs. Patel?" Meena instinctively pulled her knees together and covered her breasts with one arm, then looked at him.

"Oh. Hello, Mr. Radford." She started as she recognised her neighbour standing there, staring at her open-mouthed, but quickly regained her composure. "What a surprise! What are you doing here?"

He was a slightly built, pleasant looking guy of about her age, with thinning sandy hair and blue eyes. Meena knew him to say hello to, and her children sometimes played with his, but she had no idea what he did for a living. She knew his wife better than she knew him, as Meena had taught her some Indian cookery.

"Er, I was just delivering to the site here, and the fellas asked if I'd like to...er, you know... join in."

They looked at each other for a few moments, until Meena slowly removed her arm, opened her legs, and gave him a gorgeous smile, showing her beautiful white teeth. 

"Oh, I see. Well, Mr. Radford, are you going to join in then?"

"Well, if that's OK. I mean, if you don't mind. I guess..." Once he had got over the initial shock, he couldn't believe his luck. Since the Patels had moved in he had many times watched his neighbour leaving the house or arriving home, resplendent her sari, and thought how gorgeous she was, but so out of reach. More than once he had masturbated while imagining what lay under her clothes, and sometimes while fucking his wife had imagined himself to be inside Meena. Now she was lying naked in front of him, legs apart, inviting him to fuck her. He looked her up and down for a moment – she was just as gorgeous naked as he had imagined.

He unzipped himself and climbed onto the sofa. He lay on top of her and slid his member into her now very slippery entrance. He kissed her softly, and whispered in her ear.

"I have always fancied you, you know." He started to thrust gently, gradually picking up speed. "Ever since I first saw you." he gasped between thrusts. "Christ, you are so sexy." Before long, he too came inside her, and lay still on top of her, his mouth still next to her ear.

"Can we do this again sometime? You know, just you and me?"

"We shall see, Mr. Radford" giggled Meena, and he smiled and kissed her again.

As he zipped himself up, Meena looked around the office. There were men in various states of dress everywhere.

"Is there anyone else?" asked Meena quietly. She ached between her legs as never before, partly from Dan's violation of her anus, but felt a little disappointment when no-one else stepped forward.

"I think we're all done, sweetheart." said Mike, laughing. 

That afternoon when Meena came home from the school with her kids, it was no accident that her neighbour was working in his front garden.

"Hi!" he called, and waved. The children looked at him curiously.

"Hello, Mr. Radford." Meena replied, smiling shyly as she went into the house, the image of a modest respectable Indian housewife. He shook his head. Had he really watched this woman have casual sex with seven strangers this morning, followed by himself? Had he really finally been between her legs? He returned to his gardening with a painful erection.