Prologue
This evening grew from a memory of hot garden sex, Tara and I shared about a year ago (see Insatiable at Work Ch. 12: Gardening)...enjoy!
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I noticed Tara was distracted; I kissed her forehead, "What's wrong, sweetie?"
She sipped her wine, "Oh...just thinking...you know how horny I get, when I got both of you here. I was thinking about that potting bench...we've had some seriously, hot sex on benches and potting benches."
I turned to look, "You got that right...we've proven they're made for sex...and I thought you were just watching chipmunks."
Bryan smiled, "It doesn't have to be past tense...if you're that horny, I think we should be having sex on the potting bench, now."
She put her glass down and grinned, "Well then...I got an important task for you two...put down your beer and drop your pants."
"That's our baby girl!"
Into the screen room, we went. We picked her up by the waist and sat her on the bench, leaning her back so she was comfortable against the garage wall. She squirmed around and lifted her butt, so we could slip off the shorts and panties. She anxiously spread her legs, thinking we were going to just start fucking. I had something different in mind and leaned down between her legs, "I know your ready babe, but I can't pass this up. Fuck, you're hot and...that pussy!"
She smiled and felt my hot breath between her legs. I teased her pussy with my tongue, sliding through the tiny crack, and flicking her clit. It sent shuddering and moaning through her body.
I pushed deeper, making her moan louder. Then, focused solely on her clit, I sucked it between my lips and flicked my tongue wildly. It was rock-hard and fully exposed, an easy target at that stage of arousal. I kept going, poking and battering it with my tongue, till she could hardly catch her breath. Her moans grew to be continuous, till she finally let loose; her body started shaking and her legs tightened around me.
I kept the pressure on. Writhing in ecstasy, she moaned, "What...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...are you doing...to me...Rob? Rob...Rob...god damn...cumming...cumming...already...yesssss...yesssss...yesssss...fuck yessssssss!"
I didn't really stop when she climaxed...I just kept it up, pushing my tongue deeper. Bryan looked into her eyes and said, "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
She smiled with a breathy, "Yes, baby...it's...it's wonderful!"
I pulled off to grin...and she smiled, "I know what that means, but what do you have in mind?"
My dick stood ready-to-go, proudly bobbing over my belly...and Bryan's was rock hard and dark red...he had been stroking pretty hard. "You're not done...come down here and bend over."
She hopped down and stroked them both, "Mmmmmm...cocks are everywhere...yummy cocks, everywhere!"
We turned her around to face the bench; she squealed and laid over the top. I rubbed the tip of my dick down through the wetness...then, finding just the right stance, I pushed up into her in one big thrust. She screamed as I punched into her cervix, pushing myself to a depth where it took her breath away.
As I drove my dick into her, time and time again, I used my hand to muffle her moans, so Mrs. Harmon (their neighbor) wasn't calling the cops.
Pinning her to the bench, I gripped her hips and slammed myself into her pussy. Impassioned by the sensory explosion of those tight lips pulling and tugging at my dick, I fucked wildly and bounced her tiny frame against the wall. I was like a machine, plunging my cock forward, over and over. She started fucking back, pushing against me and smacking our bodies into one another to make those amazing slapping sounds.
I finally had to pull out and let Bryan take over. When he pushed into her, his shaft filled the emptiness, and his pubes came to rest against her ass. She moaned, "That's it, sweetie...ahhhh...yeah...fuck me...fuck me!"
