“Old farmer Giles looks happy, just left him in the yard with a big grin plastered all over his face!” I cracked an eye open. David and I were slumped on the groundsheet, naked. Martin peered over the wind-break. “Yeah!” I replied, “he came up for his fee while David and I were having a shag. Said he didn't mind waiting until we had finished.” I told him matter-of-factly. “Lucky guy! Wouldn't mind watching one of your full sessions sometime myself.” Martin replied as Phil walked around the end of the wind-break laden with pot-holing gear. “Make that two tickets.” Phil added. I looked up at the two dirty faced urchins that stood at my feet. They made no attempt to hide the fact that they were looking at my naked, recently shagged body with a particular interest in my swollen, spunk filled pussy. “You might have to wait a while, we're were both shagged out,” I told them with a laugh, “you want me to make some hot drinks while you sort yourselves out?” Two grubby hands reached down to help me to my feet. Martin and Phil were not grubby, they were filthy. The freshly laundered boiler suits that they left in were caked in mud, their faces smeared with goodness only knows what, their hair was plastered to their scalps and I'm certain the thoughts going through their minds as they studied my naked body were no less filthy. If you are beginning to think that I have no problem with guys seeing me naked and recently shagged I can only say; you'd be absolutely correct. If I was not so well brought up I'd probably say, 'You're bloody right!' “Coffee? Lover,” I asked David and decided that the grunt I received for reply indicated a yes. The previous day it had been decided that the frame tent would be the base for cooking etc. rather than David and I messing about with our little Primus stove, as I supplied the entertainment and David supplied me. No comment required. I followed them into the big tent. While they sorted out their mucky gear and stripped off I started to make coffee for four. Martin and Phil did strip well. They were very fit probably due to their love of hiking, climbing and pot-holing whereas David was also very fit due to the exercise I forced upon him. I looked at them appreciatively, it's not only guys who enjoy looking at members of the other sex when they are naked. Or even the members of the members of the other sex. “How come you are covered from head to foot in mud, except for your cocks?” I asked, licking my lips. Encourageable or what? “Well, we washed em off in a bloody cold stream in case you were hungry when we got back.” said Phil with a strong hint of hope in his voice. “So bloody cold we've probably got frost bite in our knobs,” added Martin “'spose you wouldn't like to check, would you?” he finished with his wining grin. The whistle on the kettle had been telling us that the water was boiling for a couple of minutes when David stepped through the tent flap. I was busy confirming that neither cock was frost bitten but did enjoy being nibbled; and sucked; and stroked. “I'll make yours black, shall I?” asked David, “Looks like you'll have a mouth full of cream soon enough.” A couple of minutes later he was correct. A mouthful from each with the excess on my tits. After coffee the boys went off to shower and I had a word with David. Things had moved so fast in the last twenty four hours. I needed to know he was happy with all that was happening and was probably going to happen later. For the rest of the afternoon and evening I was on a high. A new cock, a damn good shagging session, two bonus mouth fulls', I knew I was going to get another two new cocks in my pussy and I had plans for David as well. I was well on the happy path to being a proper cum slut! We all dined out as had become our custom. We went to the pub but I had told David that I didn't want to stay too long. We left before nine. It had turned a bit chilly so instead of putting the old army blanket on the ground outside the tents the boys laid it out inside the big tent. Not so much risk of discovery but a lot warmer in the long run. I stood in the middle of the blanket and looked at 'my boys'. All eyes were on me. Martin and Phil had no idea what might happen but probably hoped that they would be permitted to play with me again. David knew that they would shag me before the night was out but he had left the details to me. When Mr. Bull had joined us earlier that afternoon David's cock had responded very favourably, David clearly enjoyed the idea of a threesome even before we had got down to the naughty bits. When he shagged me as I sucked the farmer's cock David seemed harder and certainly spunked a lot quicker despite the fact that we had already been shagging for at least twenty minutes. When he brought his cock around to my mouth it wasn't stiff enough to shag me again by any means but it reacted very quickly when the prospect of me taking the farmer's length became a reality. I felt it grow even as Mr. Bull was still working his fat length into me. By the time Mr. Bull was pumping his seed into me David had a rod of iron. I really don't know how he managed not to fill my mouth he was so close to exploding. The final fuck, yes it was most certainly a fuck, was out of this world. My husband-to-be's cock stirring up the spunk cocktail in my pussy just blew my mind. His cock and hard thrusts told me that he was getting as much pleasure as I. The resulting orgasms left us both shattered. I beckoned David into the centre of the blanket where I striped him. I kissed him and caressed him as I removed each item of clothing. When he was naked I took his cock in my mouth and made him rock hard before sending him away to stand on the edge of the blanket. I called Martin and stripped him then sucked him hard and again sent him away to stand beside David and keep his cock nice and hard for me. Phil got exactly the same treatment and was then told to stand on the other side of David. I pulled off my top, I no bra of course. My perky tits were crowned with erect nipples. I ran my hand over them as the boys watched. My plimsoles came off next then I stared on my hot pants. With the zip undone I turned my back to them and worked the tight shorts over my bare bum. I don't think even David had realised that I had not been wearing knickers all evening. Naked, wet, swollen, eager for cock and facing three stiff, ready, willing and able cocks I turned my back to them and went down on my hands and knees, laid down and rolled onto my back. I looked up at the three of them stroking their cocks, especially for me. “OK, who wants to play tonight?” I didn't part my legs, that was up to the boys to do. Both Martin and Phil looked at David for permission. “Go on,” he laughed, “give heranything she wants. I've had a busy day and will have more fun later so don't wear her out too much.” Exactly what Martin, Phil and I all wanted to hear, now it was up to me to make them do what I wanted. Not too much of a challenge I thought. They lay each side of me and started kissing and stroking my breasts. Nipples responded instantly which pleased us all. Hands moved downwards, nipples are nice but wet pussy has more attractions and possibilities. I eased my legs apart extending the possibilities. Fingers slid over my trimmed mons, worked down the top of my thighs and back up along the inside. I felt has if the two of them had practised, they mirrored each other so closely. I suspect that neither wanted to miss out but again didn't want to seem too pushy. I just enjoyed everything as they played and explored. They found my hole and my clitty and I jumped as the first little orgasm shivered through my body. Martin chuckled, it was his finger teasing my hole. I shook again as Phil worked my clitty. No doubt they were very used to instinctively working as a team with the shared interests of climbing and pot holing. It wasn't very long before one was climbing around my clitty while the other explored the depths of my wet hole. Then they swapped and swapped and swapped. With mouths on my nipples and fingers playing with my pussy it was heavenly. I couldn't have orchestrated it better myself. My orgasms built, came, went and started again. Nothing mind blowing yet but I was sure they would cum to she who waits. Mouths started to move downwards, nipping, licking and kissing ever closer to my pussy. Strangely as Phil moved down he shuffled his body down also whereas Martin pivoted so that when his mouth reached my pussy his cock was within range of my mouth. I waited until I knew which one had won the race to my soaking pussy before making a move on Martin's cock. Martin! Phil quickly realised that he had temporarily been out manoeuvred. Martin's head could easily reach over my parted thighs and give easy access to my clitty and my swollen lips. Phil would have to get between my thighs which in turn would have enabled him to work his way back up ultimately sliding his cock home as we kissed. Phil bowed out gracefully and repositioned so that he could suck my breasts and nipples while I took Martin's cock into my mouth. Martin jerked as he felt my lips around his cock and nipped my clitty in surprise, which made me jerk again. I was pleased Martin had got to my pussy first. I knew he didn't have as much staying power as Phil and he could build me up very nicely for Phil to finish off. I could feel his cock straining as we sixty-nined in an off centre sort of way. “You gonna shag me big boy?” I suggested pushing my hips up into his face. To his credit and my delight he didn't take his cock out of my mouth, turn around and shove it hard up into my wet pussy, he arched his back, leaving his cock in my mouth as long as possible as his mouth tried to move back up my body. When further movement became impossible he eased his cock out the returned to kissing my body as he repositioned between my parted legs. Only when his mouth was on mine did he think about aligning his cock with my pussy. He looked into my eyes. “You sure?” he asked. “Absolutely!” I told him and reached down between our naked bodies and guided his cock into position. He didn't look at David, neither did I. I held his cock as he slid it carefully towards me. We made contact. He closed his eyes. The head parted my swollen lips. I sighed with pleasure Martin opened his eyes, smiled and pushed gently against the lips, parting them fully then sliding up inside my welcoming pussy. Lifting my legs I put my heels on his hips and pulled him into me allowing a sigh of utter bliss to escape as he reached for my womb. I came, I came lots of times as Martin carefully shagged me. He started to move differently which changed how his cock felt inside me. Martin was very creative. When he found what gave me the greatest pleasure he would repeat it for a while, bringing me close before altering it only slightly and starting again. During a less energetic moment he leaned forward close to my head. “Would you like to sit on me and ride my cock?” he suggested. We rolled over, still coupled. With him buried deep I started to lift myself upright and began to ride up and down his length. It felt wonderful, I looked towards David for the first time since Martin's cock entered me, he was obviously very happy, stroking his hard cock. Every time I sank down onto Martin he thrust up driving his cock head hard against the wall of my womb. My orgasm was rolling, a never ending feeling of euphoria with little punctuation marks with each upward thrusts. “Try rocking backwards and forwards a little as you go up and down,” he suggested, “it will make my cock head move around inside you.” My god he was right! I moved slightly forward, put his strong hands on my tits for support and rode him like I was in the Grand National. I sailed over Beechers Brook crashing down on a hard cock the other side. The Big O hit so hard I was almost unseated but Martin's firm grip on my tits held me in the saddle as I gently cantered over the finish line. Martin let me rest a while then asked if he could fuck me doggy. There was no way on earth I was going to refuse although it took a moment or three to gather my energy and get onto my hands and knees. David? Phil? At that moment in time they were not even a speck on my conscience. Martin's cock fucking me was all I wanted. I knelt, he came behind, I guided his cock to my entrance, he took hold of my hips and rammed his cock, balls deep, into my greedy, greedy cunt. He fucked me hard, fast and furiously. I started to cum with his very first violent thrust and shuddered to the most amazing climax as he pumped his seed into my welcoming womb. We laid on the blanket utterly exhausted. 'Damn!' I thought to myself, I'd thought that Martin would give me an easy ride so that I'd be ready for Phil! How wrong could I be? I hope you have made some dirty resolutions, they are the only ones likely to be kept. Happy New Year Love Shirley xxx PS More to cum if you want it?