5 comments/ 70460 views/ 50 favorites Tools of the Trade By: Indigirl Somehow part of another story became attached to Tools of the Trade when it was first published! I have no idea how that happened. It wasn't even written by me!! I resubmitted Tools of The Trade, and hope the problem does not re-occur. None of the text from ToTT has been altered. This is a work of pure fiction. All characters are fictional and not meant to represent any persons living or dead. The story deals with 'Reluctance' and is not meant to imply sex taken by force against anyone's will. A/N: Significant changes have been made to the first draft of this story. Huge thanks, editor L31_DECODED, for your invaluable help and support! oooooo Jenny Francis was a quiet young woman. She was a healthy, slender 19 year old but she didn't go to nightclubs wearing slutty clothes and she wasn't attached to her mobile phone 24/7. She had a part-time job at an animal shelter and tended to enjoy romance novels instead of the latest celebrity gossip. She didn't worry about the latest fads or trends and she was cautious around other women her age who talked loudly about sex and how many parties they'd reeled home drunk from. She wasn't exactly a prude, she just didn't like their screeching voices and the way they shoved their tits in everyone's faces, even in the corner shop at 8am while people were buying milk. At the same time, she often wondered how they could be so confident, so brash. So happy to display all the mounds of flesh that she normally kept hidden. Maybe confidence was just something you were born with. Jenny Francis wasn't depressed or even cripplingly shy, she just liked to keep to herself. She still lived with her mother Rosalie in a small suburban house at the end of a quiet street, but she was looking forward to moving into a place of her own once she had begun working full-time. She was also still a virgin. She came in for much teasing about it, but she tried not to let it bother her. She did think a lot about men and the things they did. She owned a stash of erotic fiction and she would regularly take out a raunchy novel and titillated herself with stories about men with huge cocks ravishing reluctant women in the woods. These stories always gave her a heady tingling sensation not only between her legs, but all over her body, and even, it seemed, in her mind. She wondered what it would be like to be ravished against her will by a handsome, assertive man who wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. She imagined being tied to a tree and licked all over by a hunter or a woodsman or even a hirsute, half-crazed mountain man, their tongues probing and prodding her all over. These men, of course, would always be hunky and virile, manly and macho. Not like the weedy office-bound joggers she saw every morning, lifting their pale legs in the air while they leaned against their cars and talked non-stop into their phones with their agonized little voices. Jenny was certainly attractive enough to entice men. She stood around 5'5" and weighed around 110lbs. There was nothing particularly outstanding about her oval face and straight brown hair, but her green eyes were clear and bright and unaffected by drugs or alcohol and her mouth was blessed with naturally pink, bow-shaped lips. Her skin was fresh and smooth and she wore just the barest amount of foundation makeup so as not to clog her pores. Her breasts were nicely rounded and tipped with pale nipples that she sometimes studied in the mirror, trying to decide whether the left one was slightly higher than the right. At night she would sometimes touch her nipples and imagine her lone woodsman nibbling on them until they stiffened and puckered into little rock-hard pebbles. At the other end of the scale, Rosalie was not quiet in the least. Rosalie was into alternative medicine and was training to be a practitioner, and the last two weeks had been particularly noisy because she was having the basement converted into a work area. Rosalie knew exactly how she wanted her work area to look, but the workmen she called in were always laughing and shaking their heads over her ideas of soothing lava lamp displays and aroma diffusers as though she were an airhead stuck in the 90s instead of a woman who was making something of herself. The workmen always arrived in teams. There was 'Dave and Frank' the electricians, 'Joe and Gary' the joiners, 'Phil and Mackie' the plasterers, plus the odd assortment of random apprentices who drifted in and out carrying toolkits and pretending to look busier than they were. They drank tea and took the piss and laughed and shouted and always left a mess behind that Rosalie and Jenny spent hours cleaning up afterwards, even though they always insisted they'd left the place 'exactly as they found it.' Jenny worked Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and the occasional Saturday shift. On Tuesday afternoon, as the workmen clattered around in the basement, drilling and banging and talking at the tops of their voices, Rosalie poked her head around Jenny's bedroom door. "I'm going out," she said. "Crystal forgot she had a dental appointment and she needs someone to pick the kids up from school. You don't mind, do you? It's just Joe and Gary down in the basement today. They won't disturb you- well, apart from the banging." Rosalie and Jenny both pulled identical faces as a crash came from somewhere downstairs followed by an audible curse. "We'll be lucky if they don't bring the whole house down one of these days," she sighed. "I don't mind," Jenny smiled. "I like Joe and Gary. If I get bored I'll go and make them some tea and watch them smash holes in the wall." Rosalie laughed. "They'd better bloody not smash holes in my walls! Anyway, I don't know how long I'll be, so tell them to just finish up and leave when they're ready." Rosalie glanced at her wristwatch. "Honestly, that Crystal. She'd forget her bloody head if it wasn't screwed on." Jenny listened to the sounds of her mother pounding down the stairs and shouting to the men that Jenny was around if they needed anything. She heard their cheery voices and then the slam of the front door. Unlike Jenny, Rosalie never did anything quietly. After a few more moments the car door banged and the engine purred and then Rosalie was gone, off to save her kooky friend's life once again. Jenny turned a page of her latest romance novel, 'The Embrace of A Stranger', in which the heroine, Geneva, was being pursued by a man she barely knew. He was tall, broad and handsome, and Jenny wondered why Geneva was even running. Jenny's whole body tingled when she read passages that described the man and his lust for the beautiful woman who kept slipping off his radar. She immediately launched into one of her more erotic fantasies of being tied up and ravished by the man's hot, probing tongue. "Fucking crappy piece of shit!" came a loud shout from downstairs, followed by the distinctive sound of Joe laughing like a drain. Jenny sighed and shook her head, her fantasy immediately dissolving. Gary Mills was always swearing at everything. His tools, his suppliers, his van, when he dunked his biscuits into his tea and they broke off. Everything was always a crappy piece of shit. Jenny knew she wasn't going to get much reading done without her mother downstairs to keep an eye on the men. She closed her book and thumped her way downstairs, calling, "what have you done now, Gary?" Joe came to the top of the basement staircase and winked at her as she descended to the hallway. "The numpty's only broken the handle off his brand new screwdriver that he bought just yesterday." Jenny shook her head. "Is there anything he hasn't broken yet?" "Yeah, his promise to keep being an impossible cunt," Joe said, then bit his lip. "Shit, sorry. I mean, fuck. I mean, sorry. Shouldn't keep swearing, should I." Jenny blushed slightly. "It's all right," she smiled. "Anyway, I'm going to make some tea. Fancy a cup?" "When have we ever said no to tea?" Joe grinned. "OI, GARY," he yelled down the basement stairs. "Want some tea, cunt?" "Fuck off, twat," came the reply. "That's a yes," said Joe. He followed Jenny into the kitchen. "So. Rosie's gone on a mission, has she?" "Yep." Jenny filled the kettle and switched it on. "Another one of Crazy Crystal's last-minute crises. Mum goes running every time. It's a good thing Crystal usually returns the favour, eventually." "Rosie's amazing," Joe smiled. "If I was 20 years older..." he laughed as Jenny made a choking sound. "I'm kidding, babe. I know she's not that old. What- early thirties?" Jenny grinned. "A little bit older than that, although she won't thank me for saying it. She tries hard to stay in shape though. She and Crystal are always going off on spa weekends. She'll be thrilled to know it's paying off." "Aye, she looks great," Joe said. "Anyway, people worry too much about age. I'm 29. If I look as good as Rosie does when I'm her age..." he thought about that for a moment. "Wait. What the fuck am I on about? I'm talking like a bird!" Joe's laugh made Jenny's stomach do strange things. As she poured three mugs of tea she imagined him in one of her fantasies. Joe Naven was tall, about six foot. He had close cut dirty blond hair and crinkly blue eyes. He was neither too broad nor too slender. He wore a faded old Led Zeppelin T-shirt. His teeth were white and even, and they looked natural, not artificially bleached. His hands looked strong and he had veiny forearms. When she thought he wasn't looking, she glanced quickly at the front of his work trousers. There was a slight bulge under the heavy duty fabric and she went hot when he looked at her over the rim of his mug and winked. Gary came thumping up from the basement, muttering under his breath. He was older than Joe, around thirty seven or eight. Jenny had briefly entertained the notion that Gary might click with Rosalie over one of the many cups of tea she made for him, but Gary was always talking about some woman called Danielle who pissed him off all the time with her demands for clothes and 'bling' but whom he seemed to adore, because she was 'good in bed'. Gary was around 5'11", with short dark hair and deep set brown eyes. He was quite well built, with strong biceps and muscled thighs. He went to the gym a lot and from all accounts he broke things there, too. He told Rosalie that once he'd put his money in the vending machine for a snack, and no sooner had the coin hit the bottom of the slot than the entire machine went nuts, spitting out granola bars and packets of dried fruit like it was Las Vegas. "Fucking stupid screwdriver," he blurted, slamming the two pieces of the offending item onto the kitchen counter. "Five fucking quid that cost me." "S'cos you're a cheap cunt," Joe grinned, slurping his tea. "Why don't you shut it?" Gary gave Joe a hard stare, then brightened up when he saw the last untouched mug on the table. It was an old mug with a picture of Commander Riker from Star Trek on it. "Is that my tea? Fuckin' aces, love. Cheers." He picked up his mug and gulped the tea as though it were a glass of lukewarm lemonade. "Your mum fancy this bloke, then?" He peered at the picture on the mug with one eyebrow raised. Jenny grimaced. "She had a friend who was a Trekkie. Everyone used to get Star Trek presents whether they liked it or not." "Fucking Star Trek. Wish I had fucking Warp Speed sometimes." Gary chuckled to himself, then drained the last of his tea and deposited the mug on the counter with a loud clatter. "Your mum's a fucking loony, honest to God. In a nice way, that is. Right, Joe?" Joe nodded and held his mug up in a toast to Rosalie's lovable looniness. "Danielle wants all our fucking cups and saucers to come from fucking Debenhams. Stupid bitch. I ain't drinkin' my tea out of the fucking Queen's arse." "Fucksake, Gary, can't you see there's a lady present?" said Joe, thumbing at Jenny. "What?" Gary looked from Joe to Jenny. "She don't mind a bit of manly swearing, do ya, babe?" Joe laughed. "Gaz swears a lot because he buys cheap crappy tools. And because Danielle keeps his hairy bollocks in a jar under the bed, and only lets him have them when she wants him to shag her up the arse." "Fuck off you little prick," Gary hooted. "Your Cheryl can't even give a decent blow job. At least, not the last time I shagged her." "Yeah, right. Cheryl doesn't want your old man's dick, Granddad." "Old man's dick? It's bigger than your fucking man-clit." Jenny fidgeted. "Should I really be listening to tales of your colourful sex lives?" she asked. "Why not? You'll find out about dicks and clits one day," Gary snorted. "You can't stay locked in your ivory tower forever. Bet you've never seen a cock even in a picture, have you? Let alone sucked one." Joe spluttered on his tea and turned away to muffle his laughter, and Jenny suddenly realised she was standing in her kitchen with two large men blocking the doorway. Two men who smelled of sweat and oil and had grimy fingernails. She felt a sudden tingling sensation between her legs. She couldn't help glancing down to the front of Gary's work trousers. There was a definite lump there, more so even than the bulge in Joe's trousers. "I've never done anything with a cock, or a man," she said, lamely. "Well, most cocks are attached to men, love." Gary gave a wolfish, lopsided grin. Jenny blushed and looked at the kitchen floor. "You are a bit tasty though, Jenny," said Joe. "You've got a fucking gorgeous arse, even in those jeans you always wear. Shame to hide your body away like that, innit?" "Yeah," Gary agreed. "I mean, there's two blokes right here who are getting horny just looking at you right now. If Rosie ain't coming back for a while, maybe we should show you what you're missing." Joe responded with a loud shout of laughter. "I mean, we're all grown ups, right?" Gary went on, enjoying his audience. "I am, anyway. I'm a fucking geezer, me. I've got women fucking lining up for it. What do you say, Little Miss Prim? When the cat's away, the mice will play? Not that I'm a fucking mouse." "I think we should do her," Joe nodded, winking at Jenny. "You're not serious," Jenny said, sternly. "Oh, dunno about that. I reckon a fucking good shag would sort you out," grinned Gary. "Bring you out of your shell a bit. What do you reckon, Joe?" Joe nodded. "I've fucking fancied her from day one." "How about it, Jen? You show us yours and we'll show you ours. I guarantee you'll be impressed." Then Gary turned to Joe and winked, blatantly. In the next moment, before Jenny had even had time to think, Joe was holding her arms together behind her back and Gary had come right up in front of her, his dark eyes piercing into hers. When Jenny opened her mouth to protest loudly, Joe's hand came up and clamped around it while his other hand held fast to her slender wrists. She squirmed and struggled, but Joe was much stronger and the harder she fought, the harder he held on. "No need to make such a fuss, love," Gary smiled. "We ain't out to hurt you. We're just lovable rogues, ain't we, Joe? A pair of fucking diamond geezers." Jenny stared at Gary while she struggled futilely against Joe. Joe was right up close behind her and her bottom accidentally rubbed his groin and she felt how hard he was. "Mmmmmmmmfff!" she mumbled, trying to wriggle away. Joe laughed and pushed his cock against her buttocks. "You like that, don't you, babes?" "They all struggle at first," grinned Gary. "All part of the game, ain't it, sweetheart?" He lifted the hem of Jennie's T-shirt all the way up, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the kitchen and the lusty eyes of the two workmen. Her nipples stiffened immediately. Gary sucked in a long, low breath of appreciation. "Look at that! Not even wearing a bra. Looks like she already had ideas of her own, eh, Jenny? Came downstairs to let the workmen play with your tits, did you?" Jenny shook her head vehemently. "Mmmmffff!" she mumbled against Joe's calloused palm. She kicked her legs out but Gary sidestepped them easily. "Don't kick me in the nuts or there will be trouble," he said, although he laughed at the same time and Jenny couldn't tell how serious he was being. She stopped kicking, but she glared at him with fire in her eyes. Gary thumbed her right nipple- it stood firmly to attention. He circled the aureole, round and round and round, then brushed his thumb gently over the bullet point tip. "Fucking gorgeous tits," he murmured. "No fucking surgery. No orange fake tan. Just pert little nips waiting for a good suck." Gary lowered his head and put his mouth on Jenny's breast and began to suck gently. Jenny gasped and went rigid against Joe's body. She felt Gary's stubble grazing her boob and his tongue slathering her nipple in saliva. She felt his teeth against the sensitive tip. She shuddered and her legs trembled. A wet warmth seeped out from between her legs. These men were in her house molesting her, and she was powerless to resist. It was just like one of her hottest fantasies, only this time it was actually happening. Gary moved to her left breast and began administering to that too. While he sucked one tit he caressed the other and his hair tickled her chin and neck. He smelled manly, like a worker. There was no scent of shampoo in his hair, just a pure, masculine odour. The sensations he was producing by rubbing and licking her tits were incredible. She had never felt anything like it. Joe let go of Jenny at last and stepped away. Gary backed her up against the counter. He lifted his head from Jenny's nipples and proceeded to baste her tonsils with the deepest tongue kiss she had ever known. Only one man had ever tried to shove his tongue this far into her mouth and she'd hated it because he'd had bad breath. But this was very different. Gary was goodlooking and healthy. He didn't smoke and he was strong and muscular. He gave his demanding, high maintenance girlfriend sex up the anus whenever she wanted it, and it appeared she wanted it a lot. He was experienced. Like the men in the books she read, he knew what he was doing. Jenny wrapped her arms around his neck and found herself kissing him back. "Fuck me," Joe muttered. "She fucking wants it!" Gary broke the kiss and winked at Jenny's flushed face. "Your luck's in, babes. You want it, and me and Joey want it. Rosie won't be back for a while, but seeing as there's two of us eager to shag you, we'll have to move fast." Jenny had no idea why she was suddenly feeling so light-headed, hot and trembly, yet at the same time strangely excited. She felt as though she were in a weird dream as Gary set to work removing her clothes. He dragged her T-shirt over her head and fumbled at the button of her jeans, calling it a crappy piece of shit before unceremoniously yanking her jeans down over her slender hips. She held onto his shoulders while she stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. Jenny now stood in the middle of the kitchen, shivering in just a pair of purple spotted knickers, which both of the men pointed and laughed at. Gary got to his knees in front of Jenny. He slid his hands up her thighs and told her she had beautiful skin. He made her part her legs and he buried his face in the front of her knickers. He began to tongue her moistened snatch through the thin cotton fabric and she clutched his head, burying her fingers in his short, dark hair. "God, Jen, you smell and taste incredible," he said, pushing his face right in. Meanwhile, Joe had stripped naked and was stroking his stiff cock, which was the biggest thing Jenny had ever seen, with a thick, veiny shaft just like his forearm, and a bulbous, dark purple helmet with a hole at the tip that glistened and winked at her like a sinister eye. It looked alien; as if it wasn't even a natural part of his own body, and Joe's face looked suddenly alien, too. Tools of the Trade Rachel thought about James out there in the garage. Sawing and sanding. Hammering and screwing. Yes, he was out there screwing night after night, she giggled to herself, while she was sitting in the living room bored of watching soap operas. Sure, he was making furniture for their new home, but he needed a break. She needed him to have a break. And tonight she had a plan. There wasn't much she needed to take out there. He had plenty of tools and it was her turn to use them. As she opened the garage door, he didn't even look up. He was standing at the workbench, sawing a piece of oak. Rachel admired his muscular shoulders through his tight white t-shirt. 'Hey hun,' he said. 'I hope you've brought me a cup of tea.' 'I can do better than that,' she said. And she quickly bent over to slip one end of a set of cuffs onto his ankle, the other cuff on to the leg of the workbench. 'Hey!' he said. 'What are you doing? I've got to finish cutting this door.' 'It can wait,' Rachel said, leaning over the front of the bench to kiss him. 'I have better plans.' 'Well, I have been daydreaming about you all day,' James said, reaching his arms around her waist. 'I was going to finish up early. Undo my leg and we can go in the house now.' 'I thought we could stay out here as it's such a warm evening,' Rachel said. 'And you do have some lovely tools.' She slowly wrapped her fingers around the handle of his hammer and lifted it to her mouth. She put the end of the handle between her lips and sucked gently. 'Oh god,' James gasped. 'Would you not do that! If you want something to suck...' His hands fumbled at the zip of his jeans and he let his erect cock out. Rachel stood back, hands on hips. 'So you've been daydreaming about me all day, have you?' she said, suddenly stern. 'Did I give you permission to daydream about me with that filthy mind of yours?' 'No,' James whispered, but his hand was still on his cock, sliding slowly up and down. 'No what?' 'No, mistress.' 'That's better,' Rachel said. 'Now take your top off and bend over the bench so I can punish you for your disobedience. James hesitated. But only for half a second. Rachel knew him too well. She knew how much he loved to give in to her. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, messing up his short brown curls, and bent over the workbench. The edge of the bench pressed into his abdomen, the end of his cock rubbed underneath the benchtop. She buckled wide leather cuffs tight around his wrists and stretched his arms down to attach them to the legs of the workbench. She undid his ankles and pulled off his jeans, James kicking them off eagerly. She restrained both his legs, each one to the bars opposite his hands, spread wide. As she did so, she could see his face, head hanging down, mouth open. A little murmur escaped him as she finished cuffing him into place and he was helpless, splayed over the wooden contraption. He squirmed a little and pulled at the restraints, testing his limited range of movement. She ran her fingers across his thighs and butt. His body twisted under her teasing touch. 'I'm going into the garden now,' she said, and stood back again. 'The hazel needs pruning.' A gasp escaped James' lips. 'Don't go,' he murmured. 'Did you say something James?' she asked. 'You know the rules.' He was usually so obedient but Rachel was glad he had defied her. It gave her something to do with one of those steel spanners she could see in his toolbox. She leaned down and pushed it across his lips. 'Hold it in your teeth,' she said. James did as he was told, taking the flattened metal bar into his mouth. Rachel wrapped a length of narrow rope around one end sticking out the side of his mouth, took the rope around the back of his head and wrapped it around the other end. She brought the ends of the rope together at the base of his neck and tied them tight. As she did so, the flat bar of the spanner's handle turned in his mouth, forcing his teeth apart and his mouth open. James moaned. Rachel knew from experience the steel gag wouldn't stop him trying to talk if he chose to, but she liked the way it stretched the corners of his mouth. And he was already drooling onto the floor in a pleasingly humiliating way. James groaned again and she gave his butt a squeeze before grabbing the secateurs and going out into the garden. She snipped off a good handful of hazel twigs as she thought about James' vulnerable body. His smooth, muscular back. His tight, rounded butt. That butt provoked her. It was so white and flawless. She went back in and took a roll of electrical tape from his toolbox. Pulling the end free, she wound it tight around the twigs. James, his head hanging between his bound arms, couldn't see what she was doing. But he would hear the tape screeching off the roll. She bent down to look in his face and showed him the flogger she had made, testing its weight in her hand. He whimpered. 'I'm going to give you a dozen strokes for being such a naughty boy,' she said. 'You know you are not allowed to think about my naked body. I bet you've even been imaging my dripping wet pussy sliding around your dick.' James groaned and murmured. 'And if you are very good and quiet, I might just give you another dozen as a reward. 'If you've really had enough,' she said, putting a wrench on the floor next to his fingers, 'you can tap on the floor three times with this.' James nodded. Rachel stood and lifted the whip. She brought it down, hard, onto the pale, exposed flesh of his butt. James breathed heavily through his nose but didn't make any other sound. Rachel brought the twigs down again. They made a pleasing cracking sound against his skin. James pressed his abdomen into the edge of the workbench as each firm stroke connected with his arse cheeks. But after the shock, he lifted his hips, raising his butt to beg for another blow. His hands grasped the legs of the bench, his arms tensed. His flesh was crisscrossed with pink lines before Rachel reached half a dozen. She admired the pattern they made. And she continued to beat him. James was being very good. Apart from those sharp nasal breaths as the whip bit into him he hadn't let out a single murmur. She brought the twelfth stroke down, just as hard as the others. And after the initial tensing of his body, James let his torso relax across the hard wood of the bench. His hands let go of the legs of the bench and hung open. Rachel sat on the floor near his head but James kept his eyes closed. His breathing slowed. She undid the knot at the back of his head and let the spanner clatter to the floor. James' eyes shot open and he gasped as she brought his mind out of its reverie. But he still didn't utter a word. He must have really enjoyed it, Rachel thought. 'You're being very good, aren't you?' she said. James nodded, an eager look on his face. 'Anyone would think you like being whipped, you depraved boy. Do you want more?' James nodded. 'I'll give you more,' she said. 'But first I'm interested in the handle of this hammer.' She grasped the shaft of the tool. 'You may speak.' 'Oh, that felt so good,' James sighed. 'Please Rachel, flog me again. Then shag me. Promise... promise you're going to shag me.' Rachel squeezed the handle of the hammer. 'I will flog you again. And I will shag you. Up the arse, with this,' she said. 'It's so big,' James whispered. 'I don't think...' 'Do you want me to whip you again?' 'Yes,' he sighed. 'This is my condition,' she said. 'I'm going to fuck you with this,' she lifted the hammer. 'Then I'm going to give you twelve more hard strokes with this.' She pulled down the bunch of twigs to show him. 'Are we agreed?' 'Yes,' James whimpered. Rachel stood behind him and slathered lube onto the handle of the hammer. She pressed its rounded end against the rim of his arse. She pushed, gradually easing the thick shaft into him until it was buried deep inside. 'Oh fuck,' James gasped. 'Oh, am I allowed to speak?' he said, his voice meek, frightened. 'Yes, you may speak,' Rachel said. 'Oh, thank fuck for that,' James groaned. 'Oh god, I really didn't think that was going to fit. Oh fuck.' Rachel pulled the shaft back and began to slide it in and out, her other hand grasping his hip. James was getting noisy, groaning and whimpering as he was fucked relentlessly by his own tool. Suddenly, Rachel slid it right out and James gasped as his over-stretched hole closed. 'Don't stop,' he breathed. 'You are getting far too excited,' Rachel said. 'And I want you to wait until you are fucking me before you come. Now I'm going to flog you again as your reward for being so good. Do you want it?' 'Yes, oh yes, please.' Rachel ran her hand softly over his stinging arse cheeks. She grabbed the whip and brought it down on the raw pink flesh. One. Two. Three. James was tense but still. Four. Five. Six. He loved it but he never came while she was flogging him. She had tried to ask him why, but those conversations usually ended up with him on his knees begging for punishment. Seven. Eight. Nine. The lines on his backside had merged into a bright red bloom. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. She dealt the final blows and James' body collapsed against the workbench again. Rachel raised the twigs again. She whipped him a thirteenth time and he cried out in pain. Unexpected pain. 'Sorry,' she said. 'Couldn't resist.' She leaned over and kissed his glowing butt. She bent down to undo the restraints at his wrists. She had to help his stiff body unfold until he was crouched in front of the workbench, his ankles still cuffed to it. The sides of his mouth were red where the spanner had stretched them and Rachel kissed softly all around his lips. She massaged his wrists where he had pulled against the leather until the edges of the cuffs had left bright marks. James sat back, his glowing arse hitting the cold concrete floor, his ankles still held in place, legs apart and knees bent. He circled his elbows, easing out the tension. He looked up at her, longing in his eyes. 'Oh god, I love you Rachel. I love you so much,' he said. 'Please take me now. I need you to shag me.' Rachel took James' wrists and clipped the two cuffs together. She stood back and took off her clothes as his deep brown eyes gazed up at her. She crouched in his lap and guided his cock into her. James slipped his bound arms over her head and behind her back, pulling her into his sweating body as they both moved their hips, pumping him inside her. 'Oh James,' she sighed, feeling a flood of tenderness towards him. 'Why do I love punishing you so much? You make me do such bad things to you and I never want to stop.' 'Not bad,' James said as she kissed his shoulder, moving her tongue up to the sensitive skin of his throat. 'So good, it's so good. I'm the one who's bad. I need to be punished, I'm such a bad boy.' Rachel reached between them to touch her clitoris. She circled her fingers around it as their hips moved against each other. She was so turned on she was on the brink in moments. James closed his eyes and thrust his sperm into her, shuddering at the final release. Rachel felt her own orgasm building. She cried out. James nibbled at her throat as she threw her head back. Tension gripped her entire body. As she leaned into James, panting, he kissed her hair and his bound arms held her tight. 'I'm such a bad boy I'm already considering what you could do with the clamp that's screwed to the worktop behind me,' he said. Tools of the Trade Gary yanked Jenny's soaking wet knickers down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. He buried his face in them for a good sniff, then threw them aside and really set to work, tonguing and eating her virgin pussy like a starving man. "Jesus, it's like fucking honey," he whispered. Jenny leaned back against the counter and moaned out loud with her head thrown back and eyes closed. She wriggled her pussy against Gary's hot, probing tongue, revelling in all of these amazing new sensations. The only thing missing from her favourite fantasy was being tied to a tree in the middle of nowhere. "Fucking taste this," said Gary. He got up to let Joe take his place, and then Jenny was writhing around on Joe's face, groaning as Joe's tongue snaked between her wet pussy lips, bringing a fresh river of hot juices flowing out of her throbbing slit. As Joe ate her pussy, Gary went back to sucking hungrily on her nipples. Soon she was lost on a sea of the most amazing sensations she had ever known. "You a virgin, babes?" Gary asked, leaving her tits alone for one second. Jenny bit her lip and nodded. "We might need lube, then. Just saying." Joe got up and had to open a few cupboards before he finally found a bottle of olive oil. "Will this do?" he asked, still stroking his erect shaft with one hand. "Fucking superb," Gary nodded. "Virgin olive oil, too. How very apt." He reached for the bottle and put it on the counter next to Jenny and began undressing. When he pulled his work trousers off, Jenny let out a horrified yelp. She had thought Joe's cock was big, but this monster was something else. It was at least 11 inches, massive and angry looking, the bulbous purple head almost as big as one of her own fists. The eye was already weeping some tear-like fluid. It was like the branch of a huge oak tree, thick veins running up its length. "No," she whispered, feeling her pussy tighten up at once. "Not bad, eh?" Gary grinned. "I got what the ladies want!" Jenny shook her head. "I've changed my mind. I don't want it." "Oh, I think you do. You've enjoyed everything else so far." Jenny bit her lip. He wasn't lying about that; she had thoroughly enjoyed the feelings of their tongues all over her tits and pussy. But now it was very different. Gary's appendage scared the bejesus out of her with its enormous length and width. "Maybe she should taste it first," Joe suggested. "Get her used to it." Gary nodded. "Good idea." Gary pushed Jenny down onto her knees and poked the cock-monster's head against her lips. "Suck," he ordered. "No!" Jenny shook her head, frightened. How was she supposed to fit that thing in her mouth? What would it taste like? It smelled musky, alien. It was all alien, like something that had hatched inside his pants in the last ten minutes. "Suck the end. Go on. Don't get all coy now. Hurry up. We don't want Rosie coming home and seeing what we're up to, do we?" Gary pushed his cock into Jenny's reluctant mouth and she gagged and spluttered. He tangled his thick fingers in her hair and pulled her head onto it and pushed forward, cramming his huge length into her mouth. "Oh, fuck, you're so good!" Jenny grabbed at Gary's hips to steady herself as he began rocking gently, holding her steady while he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Jenny was already drooling copiously, saliva running down her chin and neck and dripping from her nipples. She sucked instinctively at the giant mushroom head, noting how smooth it was compared to the rippled, veiny shaft. Instinctively she poked her tongue into its eye and Gary groaned with pleasure. "They all fucking want it eventually," he smiled, thrusting his solid cockmeat further and further into Jenny's stretched out mouth. Joe knelt behind Jenny and began fingering her twat and asshole. She squirmed and moaned on his hand, her pussy twitching and leaking love juice over his searching, probing fingers. "She's fucking wet as anything," he said, his eyes widening. "But she's so fucking tight. God knows how you're gonna get that thing in." "Don't worry, I'll make it fit." Gary rocked his hips slowly back and forth, rubbing his cockhead on the back of Jenny's throat. "She might not be able to sit down for a year afterwards, mind you!" "You're fucking hilarious," Joe snickered. "Rosie's gonna wonder what the fuck we were doing all this time she was out." "Fucking her gorgeous daughter, that's what," Gary smiled. "Been a long time waiting for it, too." They swapped around so that Jenny was now gagging and drooling around Joe's cock and Gary was positioned behind her glistening snatch. Jenny moaned and mumbled around Joe's thick pole of man-meat, but neither of them could understand a word. Joe clutched Jenny's head and thrust in and out of her mouth, sighing happily. "Long time since anyone sucked me off like this," he grinned. "And to think she's never been shagged!" "Yet," said Gary with a wink. He began running his big, rough hands all over Jenny's body as she was made to suck his friend off. Jenny squirmed and wriggled and twitched under his expert ministrations. He ran his hands up and down the backs of her soft thighs and over her smooth, rounded buttocks. He caressed her ribs and slightly rounded stomach and slipped his hands onto her breasts, kneading and tweaking her nipples, pinching and flicking them and squashing her breasts into his hands. He touched her wet clit and she yelped. He stroked and fondled her pussy until she began moaning and whimpering and drooling all over Joe's cock. Then he took his huge cock in his hand and began rubbing it back and forth over her dripping snatch. Gary removed one hand from Jenny's breasts and reached for the bottle of olive oil. He unscrewed the cap and began dripping it onto his thick shaft and coated her pussy with it that way. Jenny had now taken almost all of Joe's cock into the back of her throat and she hummed around it as the cold olive oil touched her tender pussy flesh. Joe thrust hard into her mouth, excited at the vibrations caused by her humming. Jenny gagged and saliva streamed from her mouth. Joe thrust again, bouncing his cockhead repeatedly against her tonsils until she gagged and gargled with all the drool and pre-cum in her throat. Gary took his monster cock in his hand and pressed it between the silken folds of Jenny's virgin snatch. He wriggled it in ever so slightly. Jenny gargled in her throat and almost jumped out of her skin. "Careful she doesn't bite it off," he grinned at Joe. "I'm going in, and I don't take no prisoners!" Joe withdrew his saliva coated cock from Jenny's mouth. He kept one hand firmly tangled in her hair and began to masturbate in front of her face instead. "I ain't taking any chances," he laughed. "I'll stick it back in when I'm about to cum." Jenny tried to look around to see what Gary was doing, but Joe kept her head facing front. All she could see was Joe's fat cock whipping up and down as he fapped it into oblivion. She wriggled her hips to try and escape what was happening, but Gary held her tight at that end, too. He kept trickling olive oil onto his cock and her pussy until the smell of olive oil and sex filled the air like a scented candle. "Don't hurt me!" she shouted. "I've never done this before!" "Baby, I might be big, but I'm not into causing pain," said Gary. "You just relax that beautiful cunt of yours and let old Gazza do the rest." Jenny braced herself against Joe as Gary's huge mushroom cockhead pushed further into her soaking slit. She wanted this- she did. She wanted these amazing feelings and sensations to overwhelm her and make her lose control. But Gary was so much stronger than she was, and this wasn't just a fantasy that she could switch off when she was done. Gary really was trying to push his huge, fat cock into her vagina. "Oh! Oh! No, Gary, you're too big!" she wailed, as Joe kept whacking off right in front of her eyes, his balls trembling and his hand a-blur. "Too BIG!" "You're doin' good, angel, you're openin' up beautifully. Come to Gary, my gorgeous princess!" Gary rocked his hips back and forth in slow, shallow movements, entering Jenny bit by bit, getting her used to the feel of his massive cock probing at her tight virgin hole. He rubbed gently at her clit to keep her juices flowing. He watched lustily as half inch by half inch, his raging tool pushed further into her twat. Jenny squeezed her eyes shut and her mouth opened to let out a loud moan of pure pleasure mixed with pain. It felt as if she were being split apart, cleaved in two as Gary kept pushing in and pushing in relentlessly until finally her hymen couldn't hold him back any longer and gave way to his intrusion. Jenny moaned pitifully as Gary's thick pole took her virginity and sank a further eight inches into her steaming, deflowered cunt, pushing up hard against the neck of her womb. "Fuck! There goes her cherry!" he yelled, triumphantly. "No more virgins left in this fucking town now," Joe lamented, sadly. "Think this was the last one." With his raging tool now buried deep inside Jenny's fuck hole, Gary repositioned himself behind her and clutched onto her hips with both hands. "Now comes the ride of your life, Miss Prim," he promised. "I'm not missing out on this," Joe grinned, pushing his cock back into Jenny's mouth. Gary drew his boner out of Jenny's cunt until the crest of the mushroom head was just barely inside her. He looked down in admiration at its huge length and impressive width, glistening with Jenny's fresh new juices. Then he slid it all the way back into that tender pink flesh, pushing Jenny's mouth forward onto Joe's rigid cock, which buried itself in her throat while she clutched at his hips to stop from overbalancing. Pretty soon the two men had a sort of see-saw movement going, in which either Jenny's mouth or Jenny's cunt was stuffed to the hilt with cockmeat, with no let up from the onslaught. Gary increased his tempo and started banging the young woman harder and faster, grunting with exertion. "God she's so tight, so fucking tight," he groaned. He slapped her tender ass cheeks as they rocked rapidly back and forth on his cock, leaving glowing pink handprints on her quivering buttocks. He watched her glistening slit suck its lips around his plunging prick, her aromatic pussy juices mixed with his own salty pre-cum. His bloated balls slapped against her clit. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. "Fuck Danielle and her bucket cunt," he moaned. "I want a tight bitch like this every night!" Meanwhile, Joe held onto Jenny's head with both hands and rode her face like a man possessed. "God, Gaz, how long have we waited for this?" "Fuck, yeah," said Gary, thrusting his pole smoothly in and out of Jenny's reddening pussy. "Not just us, either. Phil and Mackie have been dying to get hold of this pretty little ass since forever!" Jenny moaned and slobbered around Joe's plunging tool, sucking for all she was worth. His cockhead mashed her tonsils and made her ears pop. His fingers knotted in her hair, almost pulling it out. His balls hit her chin over and over again, his pubic hair made her want to sneeze as it tickled her nostrils with every thrust. Finally Joe let out a guttural groan, "I'm cumming, Gaz. I'm cumming!" and began to ejaculate. He pulled Jenny's face right on to his cock and pumped his hot cream into her throat while she gagged and spluttered and coughed. "Fuuuuuuuck!" he shouted, his balls draining every last drop of cum right down into the young woman's stomach. "I'm almost there meself," Gary agreed. "Fucking tight bitch- I can't last much longer!" Joe's cock finally left Jenny's swollen, cum-soaked lips and Gary was on the home stretch. Joe sat back against the kitchen units and watched through sated, half-closed eyes as Gary pumped Jenny on his iron hard rod and listened to her howls and pleas for mercy. "Oh, God, please, no...yes...yes...oh, God, stop...harder! Harder! No! No! Oh, God, yes! Oh shit, it's so BIG!" Gary gripped Jenny's hips and pistoned in and out of her sopping cunt until his cock was a blur. Sweat poured down his face and neck. "Fuck, fuck...you beautiful bitch, I'm almost there, almoooost..." He let out a raging howl and orgasmed like an explosion, shooting rivers and rivers of hot semen into Jenny's pussy until it squelched out of the sides and dripped out onto the floor. His cock didn't stop pounding into her until every last liquid ounce of thick, molten jism had made its way into the young woman's newly ravaged cunt hole. Cum and pussy juice slurped around his cockmeat and Jenny's virgin asshole puckered and twitched as her own orgasm finally hit her. "Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she wailed, throwing back her head and moaning through lips that were stained with Joe's cum, cum that was already drying and going sticky on her chin, neck and tits. She was so full of cum it felt like she'd gorged on an all-you-can-eat banquet. Her whole body shook and convulsed as she had her first screaming orgasm caused by penetration, and she loved every minute of it. Fifty minutes later, when Rosalie finally phoned to say she'd be late home, it was Gary who took the call while Joe took his turn spearing Jenny's pussy on the living room carpet. Gary went into the garden to take the call because of all the noise Jenny was making. He closed the back door and watched through the double glazed glass panel while he talked to Rosalie. If she could see what he could see, her gorgeous daughter flat on her back with her legs up over Joe's shoulders and her ass bouncing up and down off the carpeted floor while Joe fucked her into the middle of next week. But she had no idea that Jenny was at this very moment being thoroughly ravaged by one of the workmen she was employing. She carried on wittering about herbs and spices while Gary chatted away about his broken screwdriver and the great tea Jenny had made while he watched Jenny being fucked like a two-bit prostitute. Some time later, Gary carried an exhausted Jenny up the stairs and proceeded to fuck her in her own bedroom. Joe followed, after he'd rooted through the fridge for something to eat because sex always made him hungry. When he entered the bedroom, Gary was pounding Jenny on the dressing table so that he could watch himself in the mirror. Jenny was facing forward. Gary's left arm was hard around her torso, holding her under her tits which bounced and jiggled in the mirror, nipples hard as bullets. His right hand was under her right leg, behind the knee, holding it up in the air so that he had easy access to her pussy. He fucked her pussy from behind and watched her face contorting in the mirror as she bounced up and down on his monster cock Joe came over and started sucking on Jenny's nipples and fingered her clit while Gary fucked her. Jenny came within seconds, a long, drawn out orgasm that made her cunt tighten around Gary's straining tool and when he came too, his cum spurted out of her semen-filled snatch and ran down his legs and her legs until the stench of cum was all any of them could smell. All afternoon while Rosalie was away, Gary and Joe took full advantage of Jenny. They spit roasted her again, this time with their knees in the nice, soft carpet. They high-fived each other while Jenny moaned and rocked back and forth on their plundering cocks. Joe sat her on the edge of her bed and pushed her legs right up and back so that her knees were almost touching the mattress on either side of her. Jenny howled at the pain in her leg muscles. Gary got on the bed and sucked her tits and French kissed her mouth. Joe ate her cum slathered pussy voraciously and bit her thighs and rimmed her sticky asshole with his tongue and told her she was going to get cocked in there, too, and that since Gary had burst her pussy cherry, it was his job to burst her ass cherry. When the time finally came to fuck Jenny in the ass, Gary got his phone out and filmed Joe's purple cockhead as it hovered at the entrance to her virginal butthole. "Say cheese," he grinned. Joe said "Cheese!" and gave a thumbs up for a photo with his hands on Jenny's splayed legs and his engorged cock ready to smash her back door in. As Gary took pictures, Joe pushed down on Jenny's thighs and drove his cock smoothly into her ass, and she thrashed her head around and cried out at the invasion. Jenny couldn't believe what was happening. Two men, two strangers, really, had been fucking her senseless all afternoon, and now she was getting it in the ass, too. She raised her head and stared at the sight of Joe's thick, meaty shaft gliding in and out of her stretched out shitter. The bed bounced and creaked in time with the wet sounds of sex and the slapping of Joe's balls against the bones of her ass. She was almost bent double, her hamstrings screaming. Joe was pushing down on her legs, his breath coming in loud gasps. Then Gary suggested something called a 'DP'. "Fuck, yeah!" yelled Joe. "Wh-what's a DP?" asked Jenny, worried by Joe's enthusiastic response. "Double penetration," Gary said with a wink. "What? Like we were doing before?" "No," said Joe, taking his slimy cock out of her ass and sitting on the bed next to her. "That was a spit roast. DP means something else entirely. Now, be a good girl and come here." He patted his thighs, which were wet from her pussy juices, and waited. "No way," said Jenny, suddenly understanding what they meant. "There is no way that is going to happen!" Gary got off the bed and stood in front of them. "There is a way, and we're going to show you. Don't worry, babes, you'll love it. Danielle does. She says there's nothing better than the feel of her pussy and ass being stretched to the limit and dripping with cum from two cocks at the same time." Gary hooked his arms around Jenny and lifted her up and placed her puckered asshole onto Joe's cock. Jenny moaned as she slid right down onto it and her stretched ass took Joe in completely. When she sat in his lap you couldn't see anything of Joe's cock, it was buried so deep inside her. "Attagirl," Gary grinned, pleased at the sight in front of him. "We'll make a slut out of you yet." Joe lay down on his back with Jenny on her back on top of him, her butthole firmly impaled on his stiff prod. He pulled her legs apart so that Gary could get a great view of her open pussy and his rigid pole stuffed up inside her poop chute. Gary took some more photos while Joe began to fondle her tits, groping and squeezing them and pinching the nipples until they stood fully erect. In spite of what was going on, Jenny groaned with sheer pleasure. They weren't trying to intentionally hurt her. They knew how tight she was and they tried their best to get her ready for their monstrous cocks. Maybe they were a little rough, but she put that down to their happy exuberance and enthusiasm. She also allowed herself a little smile of satisfaction for another reason. Obviously Danielle and Cheryl weren't such hotties as they thought they were, if their boyfriends were getting so completely turned on by fucking the daylights out of a shy girl who still lived at home with her mother and who had never even seen a cock before now, let alone two raging specimens like these! Gary knelt down and tongued Jenny's snatch until she almost came at once. She watched avidly over Joe's hands as Gary parted her pussy lips with his fingers. He was nothing if not thorough; his tongue whirled around inside her swollen labia and dipped into her now well-used hole. He sucked pussy juice and man-cum out of her slit and lapped at her like a cat drinking milk. He tongued Joe's balls and licked Jenny's ass juices from them. Joe moaned and Jenny almost wept with ecstacy. Gary was a fuck machine with a monster tool and from now on she wanted to have him at every opportunity. Tools of the Trade Gary stood up and leaned over her and Joe. He placed his huge, throbbing cock at the entrance to Jenny's ravenous pussy. He kissed her deep and hard and made her taste all of the combined juices on his tongue. Then he drove his hips down and sank his huge prick into her tongue-lashed cunt until his balls were resting on Joe's balls. Jenny felt all the air rush from her lungs as Gary's massive cock pushed her internal organs upwards and knocked the breath out of her. The room began to spin. From reading her romance novels and dreaming vacantly of handsome heroes sweeping her off her feet, to suddenly finding herself speared on the giant cocks of two grown men who she barely knew, she decided it had certainly been an eventful afternoon! Gary and Joe proceeded to DP the crap out of Jenny Francis until she screamed and howled and Gary had to stuff a pillow into her mouth. The bed sounded like it was going to break any second. Gary's cock slammed into her pussy and Joe's cock thrust in and out of her asshole. Back and forth, back and forth. Gary and Joe rubbed their solid cocks together on either side of the thin wall separating Jenny's cunt from her rectum. Their swollen cockheads bumped together. Joe mashed Jenny's tits with his hands and Gary bit and chewed on her tenderised nipples. The two men rode the moaning young woman hard and fast and deep, bouncing her between their hot, sweaty bodies until Joe and Gary both came at the same time. Wads of steaming cum spurted out of their cocks and deep into Jenny's nether orifices, filling her to the brim and beyond. Jenny continued to sob and buck her hips upwards, chasing her orgasm, tears streaming down her cheeks at the pleasure/pain that spread throughout her whole body from the double pounding she was receiving. The two men grunted like animals as they fucked her and kept on fucking her until there was nothing left in their balls. Jenny's orgasm finally hit her like a tsunami. She strained up with her teeth clenched and spine arched, cumming and cumming and cumming, her inner thighs trembling and shaking, her internal muscles forcing Gary's cum and Joe's cum and her own cum out of her soaking, saturated holes that were still full of cock. "Oh, Gawddddddd," she wailed. "Oh, Gawdddddddddd!" All three of them collapsed in a heap on the bed. Jenny found herself the filling in a girl sandwich, with two hot, heaving male bodies as the bread. Spots danced in front of her eyes. Her orgasm was still rocketing around her limbs. Her tender inner thighs dripped hot, sticky fluid onto the bed. Her pussy felt like hamburger and she thought her asshole would never go back to the size it was. Three hearts beat against three bodies as three pairs of lungs gasped for air. What a way to spend the day, she thought. Rosalie finally returned home at 5.30pm. She babbled something about Crystal forgetting something else she had to do after her dental appointment and how she'd had to babysit for an hour. No-one was really listening to her. Joe and Gary had finished with Jenny for the day. They had dressed and packed up their tools and were on their way out to the van, whistling jauntily. Meanwhile, the exhausted but broadly smiling Jenny was busy cleaning up all evidence of their wild afternoon of sex and more sex and debauchery. Rosalie was impressed with her efforts and remarked that the house smelled beautifully fresh and clean. She had no idea that within the confines of her daughter's jeans there was an acre of sore and battered pussy flesh, a stretched out asshole that was still dripping man-cum and several large lovebites on her buttocks and thighs, administered by the two cheerful men that were now loading their tools into the back of the van. "You all look very pleased with yourselves," Rosalie laughed as Gary shut the van and headed to the driver's side. "I take it there were no incidents? Nothing got set on fire?" "No, Rosie, nothing got set on fire," grinned Gary, climbing into the driver's seat. "Except for your cumslut daughter," Joe whispered, as he climbed up into the van beside Gary. "No tools got broken?" "Apart from a screwdriver, all tools were in perfect working order," Gary beamed, innocently. "Lovely! I'm so glad to hear it." Rosalie turned to smile at Jenny as she came out of the house to wave the men off. "Right, then. Will we be seeing you again soon, gentlemen?" Rosalie linked her arm through Jenny's as Gary turned the ignition and the van chugged into life. "Oh, aye, Rosalie." Gary looked at the tired, smiling Jenny and gave her a brief, almost invisible wink. "I'm sure we'll be cumming again just as soon as we can!"