The furniture men

Have my own pad now, not too far from the parental home. Furniture removal man is coming with a delivery at a time we’ve fixed. Decided I’d not be in jeans but a short pale green skirt, tight, with close fitting top. Doorbell sounds. “Missey, got yer delivery. Where d’ya want it?” “OK, in here Jack.” I show him into my dining room. “Brought me assistant with me today.” “Yeah, I wondered who he is.” “Go on Laddie, tell missey your name then!” “S’Fred,” he says shyly. Can’t be more than 15 or 16 I think. “OK Fred, hope you’ll help Jack with the unloading. Call me when you’re done Jack, give you a coffee.” “Sure thing, missey.” Two fellows now, hmmm. On his last visit Jack made he was on his own and the coffee interlude went well. This time I’m dressed to give him a thrill, but am not expecting another man, or boy rather. Do I do nothing? Or should I please them both? Well......things are prepared anyway so I could do 2 instead of one. After a bit of to-ing and fro-ing: “We’re done, missey.” “OK Jack, come in here......Coffee for you, and a juice for you Fred?” “Just fine for us both.” “Now Jack, have you told Fred here what happened the last time you delivered?” “Ah, no missey. That was private, between you and me. Nobody knows – and you’ll know y’re the only one offers this service!” “Oh really. I think you ought to tell Fred what happened. You want to know, don’t you Fred?” I smiled at Fred to encourage him. “Yeah, go on Jack, what happened when you last delivered to missey?” “See, it’s like this....Missey here gets me inside for coffee, tells me me work must be hard and she offers help, relief she calls it, and I accept.” “What do mean, relief?” asks Fred. “It’s quite simple,really. I just got Jack into the bathroom and, as you might say, took him in hand. It only took a short while, right Jack? Good, wasn’t it?” “Yeah, sure was! Any more on offer? It’s been a hard morning.” I pause, they drink. I disappear for a few moments, return with a bottle, a bottle of cream which I place on the table, wink at Jack who smiles back at me. “OK, seeing it’s 2 of you I’ll help you together, at the same time. Don’t want to detain you for too long, do I?” “Perfect missey.” “That OK for you Fred?” “Yeah, OK, whatever. I’m lost here! All this talk about help, relief, bathrooms, I dunno.” “Don’t you worry Fred, I’ll look after you, and nature will do its bit!” I stand taking the lotion, saying, “Come with me,” and lead them to a bedroom. “Right, trousers, underwear off, open your shirts or off with your T-shirts! Here, let me help you Fred.” I whip down his trousers, drop his drawers, give him a quick feel. It’s Jack who is showing interest; Fred’s soft – at the moment! “Good, lie back on the bed with a bit of space between you.” I draw up a stool between them, sit on it, legs just slightly apart. Jack, quick as anything: “See you’re in black panties missey! Nice! Show us more?” “Observant you are, Jack,” I intone. They sit and lie back but both rest on their elbows so they can see. “I’m just going to pour some of this lotion on you and rub it in,” I tell them. “Is that OK with you, Fred? OK if I touch you?” “Just fine, missey!” he smiles crookedly at me. First onto Fred’s member which is now beginning to stiffen in anticipation, then on to Jack who is quite hard already. He’s been thinking ahead! I have been generous with the amount of lotion: I want them slippery. I place myself between them, lean forward with my legs open sufficiently for them to see what’s underneath my skirt. I take a cock in each hand: it could be difficult, this, because I’ ve resolved to give each one exactly the same treatment simultaneously! They are both well endowed; looks like Fred will have the longer cock. I start with a general massage to spread the lotion around and over each prick and make sure that they are at full tumescence. I slide my hands around each cock and balls to spread the juice, make it all real slippery. I fondle their balls, push them up gently from underneath, feel them, compare them. Both feel similar, Jack’s more hairy than Fred. “Had this done before Fred?” I wonder. “Not like this, no. Girl-friend has had me off a few times though.” Hard cocks now. I ring each tool with a thumb and all my fingers in the middle, pull them upright and slide my hand up and down a few times, then a rotation as far as I can. “All right boys? Is this nice?” “Yep, real good,” replies Jack. Fred is sitting, leaning on his elbows, watching my hands, looking up my skirt. “Can I see more of what you’ve got under there?” he wants to know. “No, can’t do too much at a time!” I laugh. I play the full length of their organs keeping each hand in time with the other. Somehow Fred’s cock seems smoother than Jack’s and it is definitely longer. “When did you you last cum, Fred?” “Oh.....I don’t know, day before yesterday, I think.” “And you, Jack?” “No idea! Days ago! Haven’t kept score!” A new manoeuvre now: slide thumb and forefinger to the top of each penis. I grip gently but firmly and slide all the way down to the base, hold it there for a few moments, let go, reposition the thumb and forefinger again at the top, repeat the action. Fred gasps at this treatment. Three more repetitions. Then the same gesture but I keep the action at the head of the cock so I am sliding down to just below the head, then up, then down, then up and down, several times, holding quite gently. A pause while I hold each cock and use my thumb to massage sideways the sensitive spot below the head. Gasps from both now! “Still OK? I think you like this. I’m going to go on wanking the head of your cock till you cum. I want to see it!” “Yeah, I like that,” says Fred. “Keep on that way.” My legs are now back together, sideways, so I can get a good grip of their tools. I can feel that I’m quite wet and don’t really want the lads to notice. I feel we’re getting close now. I’m betting Fred will cum first. He’s breathing more deeply as I return to massaging the cocks’ head. Another pause: need to rest my arms! I resume, the sliding action up over the head brings some precum into view on Jack’s cock; I use it to help lubricate. I now have a good, steady rhythm, oscillating my thumb and fingers over them. Fred watching all the while, Jack just lying back, enjoying. Fred’s breathing quicker now, deeper--- “Yes Fred, I think you’re there, come on, show me!” I say---- he’s tensing, hands gripping the bedclothes, he’s about to cum, my fingers moving relentlessly, and then a quick, short jet followed by a huge spurt, and more powerful spurts, several going right up his chest, my hands work on with one now coated with some of Fred’s cum, then release Fred as his cum continues to pulse out of his engorged cock. My right hand is working at Jack’s cock when my left touches his balls, feels them, quite firm in their sac, try to play with them but they are quite tight so I stroke them gently while the other hand wanks on. His precum is flowing gently so I use it to moisten him again and then I resume my ministration of his organ, still at the top. Jack is also tensing now, then he cums with pulses pushing his jism a short distance from his swollen cock, onto his belly and over my fingers, thick, white juice which, as I milk him, flows quite copiously. I massage his whole cock until there is no more cumming, feel his balls, now slightly more relaxed having discharged their seed. “Most impressive, boys! I enjoyed that little show, hope it was good for you.” “It were, really. How d’you learn that way to wank?” Jack asked. “Guess it was a friend of mine who showed me what to do one day. Said it really did good for him,” I answered. We sort ourselves out and soon they’re leaving. “Real good, that, missey,” says Jack. “Look forward to your next order!” “Ah, maybe they’ll be another order but I don’t count on me offering to help next time!” Now to the naughty bit! And I’m feeling hot! I return to the bedroom, go the dressing table and switch off the camera which has been recording the event. I’d set it up earlier based on the assumption there would only be one man delivering, so would I have captured both of them? A quick look at the screen on the back showed Jack clearly, but Fred was more difficult to see. Decided to upload into my laptop; done; let’s see. Yes, I can see the action well with Jack, see myself stroking him, and, less good see what I am doing to Fred. In my own room I strip: off with the tight top, bra, short skirt and sheer black panties, quite wet now. I lie on my bed, propped up, naked with my laptop between my legs where I can see it, and a toy in my hand. I set the scene going with me and the 2 boys and I watch and I caress myself, my wet cunt. I spread the wetness around, slide a finger then another into my cunt, out, rub my clit. It feels good so I continue to stroke it, feel one of my tits where the nipple is firm. I reach for my vibrator, some 7 inches of it, bright pink, switch it on, feel its throbbing in my hand, place it between my lips and ease it in slowly. Feels large, vibrates near my clit, and goes on in. I stop, pull it out, play it near my clit, push it in again, right in. I can feel its pulse inside my cunt; my fingers play around my bud, swollen with excitement – and I watch the screen, see my hand wanking Jack’s cock. Will he cum before I do? I manoeuvre the artificial cock inside my fanny, pull it out, pull it upwards so there is more vibration on my clit. I’m conscious I’ve started to moan, make a noise as my need mounts, my hand slides near and over my clit, quite roughly, desperately, the toy pushed back in, the scene on the screen I’m still aware of when I see Jack cum spilling his seed over his belly and knowing I’d just done that to him, and this acts as a tipping point for me as my own orgasm grips me, envelopes me completely as I shudder in my climax, and the thrilling sensations seem to go on and on with the pink cock vibrating on inside me. My own juice seems copious as it runs between my cheeks. Eventually I withdraw the pulsing machine and switch it off; I remain motionless on the bed, spent but satisfied.