0 comments/ 38552 views/ 16 favorites A Grinding Bump By: RomanCEisdead2 Sally's life was pretty much how she'd planned it from when she was young; go to College, meet a handsome man, get married, have kids, be a dutiful housewife and mother and make her own Mother proud. Both of Sally and Jim's sons were now at University. Jim's successful career had made it possible to ensure that they both got the right start in life, with an education that would lead them to a higher salary upon Graduation. The twins had a year left of their studies - at different establishments, one in Newcastle and the other in Manchester. They both had their own social lives, so they didn't get back home very often, even though Jim had financed their driving lessons and cars. What Sally hadn't predicted was the boredom and loneliness once the boys had gone and while her husband was at work. Her answer was to go shopping. Unfortunately, this became a habit that her husband suggested meant that she was spending more than she should. He gave her an allowance for housekeeping and extra for her own purposes (after all, she might want to buy him a birthday or anniversary present in secret). Sally's credit cards had been locked in the safe at home, protected by a combination that her husband wouldn't reveal, so all of her spending was by cash. Feeling particularly lonely one day, she went out on a spree. She had about £1000 in her purse and was looking to buy shoes and a dress. She had no intention of spending all of that money as part of it was for fresh food shopping. So, even with a plan in mind not to spend too much, she still managed to go through half of her money. Walking back to the car she was both excited by the purchases and feeling guilty at the same time. Her hands were full and just as she got back to the car her mobile phone rang. She dropped the bags and grabbed the car keys from her handbag and unlocked it. Throwing the bags on the passenger seat, she then pulled her phone out and answered it; it was her friend Jenny. Jenny launched into a detailed explanation of her latest row with her husband, not allowing Sally a chance to respond or get a word in edgeways, so she put the key in the lock, shut the door and started the engine. With the mobile cradled between her ear and her shoulder she started the engine, put it into gear, looked over her shoulder to make sure it was clear, released the handbrake and pushed down on the accelerator. Sally was momentarily confused, but the gearshift was pointing at R instead of D and while she was looking backwards, the vehicle lurched forwards, straight into the rear of a white Transit van parked in front of her. The phone dropped to the floor and she shouted to Jenny. "Shit! Jenny I've had a crash I'll have to call you back." She quickly put the car in reverse gear, hoping to get away quickly before anybody noticed. Sally wasn't a particularly dishonest person; it was just that this wasn't her fist accident. In fact she'd had three this year and her husband had told her that one more and he would take her keys away. Just as she was about to accelerate away, two young men jumped in front of the car waving their hands for her to stop. She slapped on the brakes and nearly hit the steering wheel, as she hadn't been wearing a seatbelt. One of the men remained standing in front of the car while the other walked around to her window. "You've damaged my van! You do realise that it's an offence to drive away from the scene of an accident?" he shouted through the closed window. "I'm... I'm sorry; I don't know what I'm doing! I made a mistake and I panicked!" The man made a rolling sign with his finger and it took a couple of seconds for Sally to understand and press the button to wind down the window. "That's better. Now, we need to exchange names and addresses so that we can get your insurance company to pay for the damage to our van. You are insured aren't you?" "Yes, yes I am insured. It's just that I'd prefer to pay cash if that's OK? It's just that the insurance company will hit me hard with a rise in the premium." "I'm not so sure. I was conned once before and it cost me money. I'd prefer to go through the insurance." "Please! I can't let my husband find out I've had another accident! He'll throw my keys away!" "It sounds like he'd be doing everybody a favour." The tears were welling up in Sally's eyes and she played her "vulnerable" card. "It's... not just the keys. He'll..." she stammered, but didn't finish. Whether the van driver fell for her implied fear of violence was unclear, but nevertheless he relented. "I'm probably being an idiot, but OK. I still want your insurance details though, just in case." So Sally gave him her insurance details, name, address and mobile phone number. Then he gave her his details. Finally, he turned to walk back to his vehicle. "I'll be in touch," he said. "I'll get the work done and call you for the money." ***** Sally drove straight to her local garage - which made a fair amount of money from her regular visits to repair dents - and worse. Fortunately, they weren't particularly busy and so she was able to leave the car with them. It turned out to be fairly minor damage and within two days she was able to pick it up, all evidence of the mishap having been removed. The problem was; it wasn't cheap. She had just enough cash left to pay for it, but that left her nothing for food or anything else. Biting the bullet, Sally took her purchases back to the shops where she bought them. She came up with a variety of excuses as to why she wasn't happy with the items, but managed to persuade all but one Manager to give her a refund. Two days later her mobile phone rang. She recognised the number, as she had put it straight into her phone. It was Dave, the "White Van Man". "Mrs. Prosser? It's Dave Watling. We met the other day when you hit my van." "Yes that's right. Have you managed to get it fixed?" "Yes. It had to be a rush job, because I need it for my work. They replaced the bumper and number plate lights, but there was a bit of bodywork damage too." When he told her the cost, a cold shiver ran down Sally's spine. She simply didn't have enough to cover it. Instantly she decided not to tell him so, but to give herself time to think. "Can you come round at 9am tomorrow morning? Then we can settle up." "Sure. We'll see you then," he replied. The van pulled into the driveway at 8.55 the next day. Sally had given herself time to think but she was utterly bereft of any ideas on how to pay Dave. "Come on in. Have a seat and I'll get my purse." She showed Dave and his workmate into the lounge. That sat down and waited. When she came back she offered them coffee, but Dave told her that they had to get going as they had a job waiting for them. "The thing is," she began. "I don't have quite enough to pay you. I can give you most of it, but I'm afraid I'm £200 short. Can you give me two weeks and then I can pay you the rest?" In fact, Sally was only £20 short, but she had known she would have to have some cash for groceries. Her husband would expect to eat when he returned home from his extended business trip and an empty fridge would not go down well. "You're joking! I was counting on that money! It was supposed to pay for a couple of tickets for the game tonight!" He didn't raise his voice, but the annoyance and frustration was clear. "I'm sorry, but I promise that I'll pay you in two weeks. My husband will be back and he'll give me my allowance." Dave wasn't happy, but he reluctantly agreed. As Sally showed him to the door, he looked at her properly for the first time; she was about 5' 7", with tawny coloured hair that tumbled to her shoulders. The dress she was wearing was a flower pattern and of a material that seemed to accentuate the movement of her hips as she walked. He couldn't help noticing that she had a very nice arse. The back of the dress plunged low and there was no sign of bra straps. When she opened the door and turned sideways to usher them out, he looked at her breasts for the first time and noticed her nipples were showing as she moved. He walked back to the van wondering what she would look like without the dress. "Shit," Ian said. "I told you that the bitch would try and screw you! Mind you, I wouldn't mind screwing her. For an older bird she's really tasty. Did you see her nipples poking through that dress? And her bum cheeks looked like they had independent suspension. Do you reckon she was wearing a thong under there, or is she a really dirty little cow and not wearing knickers?" ***** Twelve days later, on the day that her husband was due back, he called Sally to tell her that he had been delayed and wouldn't be back for another week. She had all but forgotten about Dave until that moment, but then she knew she would have to let him down - again. She didn't contact him, hoping that he might wait until she did, but instead he and Ian turned up on her doorstep two days later. She invited them in, not wanting the neighbours to see. "Look, I'm sorry, but my husband isn't back. I've got no money to pay you. You'll have to give me another week." She said it confidently, expecting them to realise that they had no choice but to wait. But Ian didn't see it that way. "I told you Dave, the bitch is trying to screw you. You should never have agreed to wait for your money." "It's not my fault!" she protested. "My husband was supposed to be back by now." "Yeah and Dave's supposed to have his money by now. He had to borrow to cover himself. You're just taking the piss now!" "But it's only another week." "Yeah? Well perhaps you'll pay Dave double for his trouble?" "Certainly not! That's robbery!" Dave spoke at last, "Robbery is not paying up when you owe money. Perhaps you'd like to pay the interest some other way?" From the moment Sally had opened the door, Dave couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was dressed differently to a fortnight before, but the effect was the same; she just oozed sex appeal, without even knowing it. Innocently, she asked, "What do you mean? How?" It seemed that Ian and Dave were thinking along the same lines, "Well, you could always give me and Dave a blowjob. That should keep us happy for now." Sally was shocked; both that he should suggest such a thing and that her body seemed to be responding to such a lewd suggestion. Besides, she only ever did that for her husband as a special treat. "I.. I beg your pardon?" She tried to stammer, but the slight twitch of a smile spoiled the effect. "A blowjob. For both of us." "You can't be serious! No! No way! I'm a happily married woman!" "Well how do you propose to pay the interest? Or should we ask your husband?" The mention of her husband made Sally queasy. She had to somehow make a deal with Dave and Ian, but sucking them off was a step too far. "No...Look I can't do that. How about I give you a hand job instead." Dave and Ian were surprised that she had caved in so easily; a wank was a result! They both expected her to kick up a fuss and they would have to back down. They looked at each other and with a smile on their faces agreed. Ian was the first to unzip his jeans and fish his penis out. It grew rapidly to a pretty decent size in Sally's estimation. Dave took longer; he was already hard and when he finally managed to extract it his dick was a good inch and a half longer than Ian's. Sally took two paces forward to stand in front of the men and reached out to them with both hands. She slipped her fingers around each shaft and then began to rub gently up and down. Her husband had told her that she was very good at this, but she never told him that she had had lots of practice with her previous boyfriends. She used the movements and techniques she had learned that men liked. Both of them grew as hard as iron. Ian was the first to reach out and touch Sally. It was just his right hand and he touched her hip with his fingertips, gently stroking, feeling the warmth of her skin through the lightweight material. After a while he rubbed a little more firmly. As Sally didn't object - she was concentrating on the job in hand - he slipped his hand round onto her arse cheek and began groping it in earnest. Meanwhile, Dave was fixated on Sally's breasts. His hand reached out to fondle them through her dress. Sure enough, she was bra-less again, but they were firm and needed little support. The nipples were as hard as cherry stones and she gasped as he rubbed his thumbs across them. For Sally, this was getting difficult; the hands that were playing with her body had long since started to turn her on. She needed to finish this quickly, before she lost concentration. She leant over and licked the head of each penis, once. That was enough; both men immediately began to ejaculate. She pointed them away from her dress, the spurts jetting onto carpet either side of her. Once the men had finished coming, Sally let go of their penises and stepped back away from their teasing hands. "There. Now I promise that I will give you your money on Monday next week. Please leave now or the neighbours will start wondering what's going on. I'd be surprised if their curtains aren't twitching already." The two men tucked their softening cocks back into their jeans and made their way back out to the van. ***** Jim finally came home from his extended trip and although he was pretty tired, he was still expected in work the next few days, so he still couldn't take a break. "Oh, you poor thing! Well, sit down in the armchair and rest. I've got a nice joint in the oven for you and we can open one of the better bottles of wine to go with it. And then later on, when you've recuperated a little, maybe I can do something to make you feel a little better and properly welcome you home - in the bedroom." She smiled sweetly at him and set a coquettish pose. She recognised the lustful look on his face. "Fuck the bedroom, I want you now!" he growled. "Get over here and pull up your skirt!" Sally walked the few paces to stand in front of Jim and began to slowly pull the hem of her skirt up her legs. The lace pattern of her hold-ups came into view and she could see the physical effect that it had on Jim. She was pretty sure that being deprived of sex for so long would result in a really explosive homecoming. The skirt inched higher, revealing the smooth tanned flesh until her panties were visible. She kept pulling until the skirt was at her waist. "Open," he said. Sally stepped forward again so that she stood with her legs astride Jim's. He reached out and slid his hand up the inside of her thigh until he reached the apex. She closed her eyes as the sensations began to make her tremble. Roughly, his hand began rubbing across her labia through the thin material. She almost lost her balance when Jim slipped his fingers inside the top of her panties and pulled. The ripping sound told her she wouldn't be wearing them again and she put her hand on her husband's shoulder to stay upright while he began massage the slipperiness around her vulva. He wasn't gentle, but just pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy and started finger-fucking her. Sally longed for something larger to replace the fingers and it didn't take long for Jim to want the same. He let go of Sally and grabbed for his trousers, unzipping the fly and buckle and pushing both them and his underpants down to his knees. "Turn around and sit on me," he gasped. She stepped back, rotated and then reversed, bending her knees and feeling Jim's hand on her left bum cheek, guiding her down to his waiting cock. The first nudge was against her clitoris and she gasped as the tingle washed through her body, but then he re-positioned his dick and pulled her down onto it. The two fingers had opened up the entrance of her vagina and her juices were already dripping, so when he plunged up to the hilt and forced the walls apart, the pain and pleasure combined to take her breath away. Jim put his hands on her waist and pushed up, causing his dick to withdraw, before dropping her back into his lap. He kept doing this, getting faster and faster as he neared orgasm. Sally was gripping the arms of the chair, aware that she was not far from coming herself and ached to achieve fulfilment. But then Jim grunted and thrust up into her, bouncing her violently, breasts slapping painfully against her chest as she was tossed around. Jim groaned and arched his back, thrusting twice more as he deposited his semen deep inside Sally's vagina. She felt his come flooding her inside, but too soon for her to reach her own orgasm. She slumped down on her husband and he grasped her breasts and continued to fondle them. They sat like this for a while, until she heard him gently snoring. Sally carefully stood up, putting her hand over her pussy in order to prevent the semen from leaking out onto the floor. She waddled to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Spreading her legs, she watched as the milky white fluid began dribbling out. This did nothing to calm her libido - in fact it made things worse as her mind wandered and she tried to imagine what it would be like to have Dave's come deposited inside of her. She closed her eyes and let her fingertips wander, caressing the engorged lips, tickling and rubbing her clitoris. Within two minutes she felt her orgasm welling up and she gave into it. ***** "Money?" he said. "I haven't had time to think about that - and I'm not going to get much time for a couple of days. Can't you manage until then? I mean, there's enough food in the freezer, surely?" "Well, we've got something left, but nothing fresh." Jim fished out his wallet, while still walking towards the front door. "Look, I've got £50. That should see you through." He handed over the money. "Yes," said Sally. "Thanks." She kissed him on the cheek and waved him out of the door, before turning round and closing her eyes. She knew she was in trouble - Dave was likely to come back tomorrow. She had thought that her husband would be able to get some cash out for her if he hadn't already. Some simple mental arithmetic told Sally that even if she didn't buy any food and she used all of the cash she could lay her hands on, it simply wasn't enough. She had no idea what she was going to do. ***** "Are you OK? You seem a bit quiet this morning," Jim said. "Yes, I'm fine," she replied. "I'm just a bit tired after last night. I don't know where you get the energy!" "Well what do you expect? I'm away from home for weeks on end and missing my sexy wife. I'm bound to want sex when I get back - and lot's of it! I can't wait until I get home tonight for more of the same." Sally stood up from the breakfast table and carried the dishes over to the washing up bowl. "Are you wearing those stockings like you promised last night?" "Yes," she called back over her shoulder. "I said I would didn't I?" "Well, come on then. Show me." With an exaggerated sigh, Sally turned to face Jim and lifted her skirt high enough to show the tops of her sheer stockings. "Come over here." Sally could hear the lustful catch in Jim's voice and guessed what was coming. She approached Jim's chair and he turned to face her. Still with her skirt raised she stopped, standing astride his legs. His hands immediately slid up her thighs, one of his thumbs finding her clitoris and stroking it through her thin panties. His other hand pulled the gusset aside and he rubbed the naked flesh, sliding his middle finger into her. It took only a few pushes before his digit was all the way in. He then began sliding it in and out, making her wetter by the second. A Grinding Bump "Ohhhh!" Sally groaned, as Jim inserted a second finger. He speeded up and once more she felt herself losing the ability to control her own body. Just at the point that she was about to beg him to fuck her, he stopped. "Shit!" he said. "I've just seen the time! I have to go. I'm sorry darling, but I promise I'll devote all my attention to you when I get home." Jim rushed out of the room, grabbing his jacket and making for the door, leaving Sally with her pussy juices dribbling down her leg - he hadn't even put her panties back in place. A couple of paper kitchen towels helped to mop up the moisture, but did nothing to calm her libido. She tried to ignore the problem for thirty minutes, but it was no good and she realised that she would have to go upstairs and "take care of herself". But, with one foot on the stairs, the front doorbell rang. Sally knew who it was; but even now she had no idea what she was going to say or do. So she decided to pretend that she wasn't at home and went to the back of the house and ignored them. The van drove away after a few minutes and she breathed a sigh of relief. But a few minutes later there was a ring at the door. Although she couldn't see who it was, there was no vehicle in the drive so she assumed it might be the postman and opened the door. To her dismay it was Dave and Ian. They had parked their vehicle around the corner and walked back. A feeling of dread flooded through her. "Please don't shout at me, but this has all been out of my control. I simply haven't got the money yet. I have every intention of paying you and I will even give you double as you originally suggested." "Not good enough," Ian butted in. Sally was a bit annoyed, after all it was Dave's van and not Ian's, but he seemed to be the more awkward of the two. Dave on his own she might have been able to handle. "You've lied and deceived us - and your husband too. Maybe it's time we told him about the crash, he'd probably be grateful to us." "No! You can't tell him!" Dave and Ian just stood glaring at her. They didn't look as though they were in the mood to be reasonable. "Wait, look, maybe... well, if I did something for you? I mean... as interest?" Dave spoke now, "We're not really interested in a wank again, but a blowjob might make us change our minds." Sally knew that further protestation was pointless. Either she gave in to their demands, or her husband was going to find out. Bad enough that she'd pranged the car again, but she had not told him and worse still had tried to keep it a secret. Infuriatingly, her libido that hadn't properly calmed since her husband had left the house, was now kicking back in with a vengeance. Her knees felt like jelly and her already wet pussy lips were clenching involuntarily. "Well...OK then. If it's the only way," she said quietly. Dave and Ian started to unfasten their jeans, but walked across to the three seater sofa as they did so. Then, to Sally's surprise, instead of simply pulling their cocks out, they pushed their trousers and underpants down and then sat at either end of the chair. Ian then patted the vacant cushion in between them and she understood what the men expected. She shrugged her shoulders, licked her lips and made her way over to the men. Their penises looked much bigger out of their trousers. She wasn't unfamiliar with fellatio, but she wondered how she would manage these two magnificent specimens. She only just caught herself from smiling at the thought. Sally sat down and looked at the two dicks. She reached out in turn and began to rub them. It took only five strokes before Ian put his hand behind her head and pulled it towards his crotch. She closed her eyes; thinking that maybe she could pretend to herself that it was her husband. The thickness of Ian's cock as it pushed past her lips soon dispelled that possibility. She was glad that she had it in her grip, or Ian would have tried to push it further than she could take. After a while she felt Dave's hand on her shoulder, trying to pull her back towards him. Ian released her head and she turned to lick and suck Dave's penis. Backwards and forwards she moved between them, rolling from one hip to the other. Her skirt gradually rode up her legs and, inevitably, her stockings tops began to show. Ian was the first to notice this and as Sally was busy with Dave, he reached down to stroke the flesh above the darker band. She felt the hand, but was too preoccupied to do anything about it, but as Ian pushed her skirt higher she had a fleeting moment of clarity and understood that she needed to stop him. So, pushing away from Dave, she turned back to Ian and re-commenced sucking him. Dave now saw that Sally was wearing stockings and that her skirt was up to her hips, showing the back of her panties. He reached down and groped her arse cheek. Sally moaned around the flesh in her mouth as Dave's hand inadvertently touched the material between her legs. He noticed and deliberately stroked there, feeling her body tremble and seeing the tell-tale signs of her arousal as the gusset of her panties darkened. Sally was struggling to maintain her rhythm with Ian, but she was sure he was close. His cock seemed to be swelling inside her mouth, making her jaw ache. Then, suddenly, it was all liquid as if somebody had shoved her head under a tap. She choked and swallowed and felt as if she was drowning, until Ian let go of her head and she was able to withdraw from him. Unaware that come was dribbling down her chin; she turned back to Dave, in an attempt to stop his wandering hands by fellating him again. She didn't hear Dave's words to Ian. "Feel her pussy Ian, its sopping wet! Tell you what; why don't you bring the bitch off? I bet she'll enjoy that." As Ian's fingers found the wet patch, Sally began quivering. As her husband had done earlier, the man pulled the gusset aside, but this time immediately penetrated her with two fingers. In response, Sally rolled further onto her side, opening her legs even more; wildly - but silently - hoping that she would feel more than his fingers in there. She felt the oncoming train of an orgasm beginning to build from the roaring sound in her ears to the loss of control of most of her body as it began to tremble and shake. She was unable to keep Dave's cock in her mouth and it erupted into her face as he too came mightily. ***** Sally felt shattered later that day. After Dave and Ian had left, she had another shower in an attempt to calm her body down and freshen up ahead of her husband's expected return. She knew that he was going to be horny and would want sex - probably as soon as he came through the door. Feeling guilty about having orgasmed with the men earlier, she had to make the effort for the sake of Jim. So, she dressed to please him, changing from the hold-ups to black, sheer, seamed stockings with a black lace suspender belt. She wore a thin strapped black dress that flared out from the waist and ended at mid thigh. The front of the dress dipped low enough that it was impractical to wear a bra, so the thin material did little to hide her hardened, tingling nipples. She had donned the matching lace panties, but as Jim's car pulled into the drive, she gave into the urge to pull them down her legs and step out of them. She opened the front door as Jim approached it and tossed the knickers to him. He stopped in his tracks as he caught them and then looked at her. She arched her eyebrow. "Oof!" he said. By the time the door was closed it was clear that his dick was already hard and he was even hornier than she had thought. "So, you're going to be a slut for me, huh?" He pushed her up against the back of the door and kissed her, their tongues intertwining as his body pressed the hardness into her stomach. "Yessss," she hissed as he pulled his head back and used his hands to pinch her nipples hard. "And do sluts get fucked where they stand?" he growled. Sally replied by lifting her right leg and wrapping it around behind him, pressing hr aching pussy against the solid shaft in his trousers. Standing on one leg she began scrabbling at his waist, unfastening his belt and trousers. Jim's hand slipped along her raised leg, feeling the silky nylon, thickening at the welt and then changing to the soft, smooth flesh of her thigh. The hand continued on until it reached the globe of her arse cheek, before venturing with the fingertips towards her pussy. It was wet, it was hot and he wanted to be in there. His right hand pushed his trousers and pants down far enough to release his cock and then he bent his knees as he took hold of the shaft and positioned the head at Sally's pussy. Straightening his knees, he impaled Sally in one move. "Ahhhhhh!" she cried, not in pain, but in pleasure. Jim withdrew and then slammed back into Sally, both hands were now supporting Sally's arse as she raised her other leg and wrapped it around his back. The door rattled as the couple bounced against it. The thought that somebody might hear, or be approaching the door as they fucked merely served to increase Sally's arousal. Jim was clearly not going to last very long, but the way things were going - for the very first time ever - she might come before he did. Faster and faster Jim drove deep into Sally, her back taking punishment from the door panels digging into her spine, but the discomfort was lost in her headlong rush. Just as she felt her body tightening up for that ultimate explosion, Jim began his own climax. In the end, they both came together. ***** After five minutes of holding each other, still engaged, kneeling on the floor, Jim began to kiss Sally tenderly. His hands came up to caress her breasts and play with her nipples. He reached up further and took the straps of her dress between his fingertips and slid them from her shoulders. Sally let go of his neck and allowed him to draw the straps down her arms, unpeeling the dress from her still heaving breasts. He dipped his head and began to suckle first one and then the other. His cock was still inside Sally and, surprisingly, seemed to be hardening again. "Again?" she asked. "What's come over you?" His reply was to merely arch his eyebrow and grin lasciviously. Sally wasn't ready for another round of sex - well, actually she was, but she felt that there should be limits and she made it clear to Jim that he should stop. But he didn't; and the sweet attention to her nipples and that hard throbbing rod which by now had finished expanding in her pussy, nudging her clitoris into Jim's groin was hard to resist. Gradually, she began to rock backwards and forwards. It was different this time; Jim was happy to watch as she gently brought her senses to their highest point, while he used his hands on her nipples and clit. This orgasm was different; the gentle motion brought it on more slowly - not like a runaway freight train this time, but more like a sense being gently folded in the warm sheets of a soft bed. She felt as though she was floating on a cloud. ***** This time, Sally eagerly opened the door to Dave and Ian, knowing that she was now able to finally able to settle her debt. Except that Ian pointed out that it wasn't quite repaid. "You still owe the interest for the extended period." "Well, OK, I guess I can give you some extra cash this time." "Noooo," he drawled. "I don't think so. We want the interest in kind." For Sally, this was more than the obvious problem. Her recently increased bouts with Jim had heightened her own sexual appetite and she wasn't sure she had enough self-control to remain detached and not get carried away, while giving Dave and Ian what they wanted. But she was sure that they would threaten to tell her husband if she didn't agree, so she knelt down between them and began to unfasten their jeans and pull them and their underpants down. Their cocks were as big and hard as she remembered and she felt her pussy clench as he took hold of each of them. Before long she was sucking and rubbing them in turn - and beginning to enjoy the sensation. So much so, that she lost concentration and spent too much time with Dave. Instead of pulling her back to him, Ian knelt down behind her and began to massage her breasts. They were so sensitive to his touch that she was helpless and couldn't respond when she felt his dick pressing against her bum. She stopped sucking Dave momentarily as her t-shirt was lifted over her head and then resumed her ministrations of his wonderful manhood. So engrossed in the moment, Sally didn't notice her shorts being unfastened and was only vaguely aware that they were now around her knees. She did, however, notice when Ian's hand slipped inside her panties and found her sweet spot. It caused her to make an involuntary intake of breath, which in turn made her suck almost and an inch more of Dave's cock into her mouth, causing him to moan with pleasure. He sank to his knees at the same time that her panties joined her shorts. Her back was now parallel to the ground. Ian's hands groped her bottom and spread her arse cheeks. She could feel her juices beginning to run down her thighs as she waited for the inevitable. "He's going to fuck me!" she thought. But there was nothing she could do - or say - as she felt the head of Ian's dick push against the lips of her slickened vagina. He paused for only a second before pushing through into the warm, velvety wetness of that most intimate part of her body. Sally moaned deeply around that cock that was occupying her mouth and her pussy involuntarily quivered, sucking Ian's solid shaft deeper. She gave in to the sensations as her orgasm suddenly overpowered her. She had stopped breathing as both men fucked her rapidly and hard. She only became aware of how deep Dave had gone when her nose pressed against his pubic hair. She opened her eyes in surprise. Of course, she'd heard of "deep-throating", but never, ever had she experienced a dick going that deep. But her climax hadn't finished yet and her body overloaded into another series of uncontrollable shudders. "She's coming on my cock!" said Ian. "The bitch must have wanted this fucking to come so quickly!" It was too much for Dave, who held Sally's head tight and pressed her head against his groin as he pumped his semen into her gullet. Finally, he pulled back and his dick dropped out of her mouth. She gasped for air and began breathing again, but only in between grunts as Ian's thighs continued to slap loudly against her ass cheeks. Even this merely helped to heighten her arousal further. She reached out and took hold of Dave's softening dick and began rubbing it back to life. She wasn't really aware of what she was doing, or why, or what would happen when he was hard again. Ian grasped Sally's hips, his pace slowed a little but his thrusts became firmer and deeper. She had never experienced more than one orgasm at a time, yet she could feel another one building, seemingly only moments after the last one. It wasn't just strong, it seemed to take control of her entire body and when Ian suddenly withdrew she felt something happening. "Shit! Look at this Dave, she's squirting! What a slut!" He yanked her shorts and panties the rest of the way down her legs and threw them to one side. He slapped her ass cheeks hard and she yelped in pain and shock, but then he pressed his still hard cock between her cheeks. "Noooooo!" she pleaded. But Ian kept putting on more pressure, stretching her anus open. The wetness from her pussy helped to lubricate his penetration. "No, please. I've never done that. You mustn't. Please" It hurt and she gasped and swore at him, telling him to stop. But he kept going until he was finally fully embedded in her ass. Sally had released her grip on Dave's shaft during Ian's assault, but now he was pushing it back between her lips. His actions diverted her attention away from the pain she was feeling at the other end of her body. Before long, she was overtaken by the sensations of the double penetration and no longer felt discomfort. Indeed, her now empty pussy was beginning to tingle again. Balancing on one hand, she slid the other down between her legs and began rubbing her clitoris. Dave looked down and saw what Sally was doing and it gave him an idea; he still hadn't fucked Sally and her cunt was now empty, so why wait? He pulled away from Sally and quickly undressed, exposing his lean and muscular body. He then lay down beside her. "Pop her on here Ian," he said, holding his cock up. The other man didn't even bother to withdraw, but lifted her bodily - while still impaled - and lowered her down onto hi workmate, who revelled at the feel of Sally's pussy walls as she slid down his shaft. The woman let out a long, low moan and began to come - and started ejaculating again. Ian had lasted a long time, but now he had reached the point of no return and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar he pumped his semen deep inside Sally. Dave, feeling Ian climax through the thin wall that separated their penises became caught up in the moment and came too. ***** Half an hour later, Dave and Ian got dressed and left - saying thank you to Sally as they went. She simply looked at them blankly, her mind still recalling the most amazing sex she had ever experienced. A slight smile made the corners of her mouth twitch as the door clicked shut. Outside, Ian spoke, "Well, that was worth it!" Dave smiled, "Yeah. She really got into it in the end." "Do you think there's any chance...?" Dave pulled out his mobile phone, pulled up the Gallery app and showed it to Ian. "With these, I think there may be an opportunity." The images were clearly of Sally and appeared to show her indulging in sex with two people at once - and seemingly enjoying it. "You crafty bastard!" *****