I love older guys

A bit about us, my name is Mal, I’m in my early 30’s and I met Greg (My partner) 10 years ago when we were running in the Ingleborough fell race.  Unbeknown to us we had been in other fell races at the same time but this time we actually ran alongside each other and got chatting and here we are.
We are very much outdoorsy people.  We love our chosen outdoor life style of fell running, hiking, wild camping and pretty much everything else that is out doors. 
Following our first threesome while camping up at Heyfield our love life has taken a great turn. 
Greg became a cuckold and I loved it.
We now have an open relationship with only one proviso and that is that we always have to tell the other what we get up to and with whom.  The reality is that Greg is happy not to play around but gets a real kick out of my adventures although most happen while we are together.
I say most but this is one totally unexpected adventure where he was not present.
This is all pretty much as I remember it, of my potting shed adventure. 

Part of my daily jog took me along a disused railway cinder track before cutting through the allotments as I looped back towards home.  I get a kick out of going through the allotment section because there would always be a few old guys tending their little patch of dirt and I knew that they were purving on me as I ran through in my lycra pants and top.   My hair in a pony tail swishing from side to side.  It really did turn me on knowing that they were watching me.  I always jogged at the same time every weekday.  I had been doing this for a few months and getting to know the regular gardeners so I would give them a cheery nod or smile but we never spoke.  They always seemed pleased to see me.

One late summer’s day, just as I cleared the cinder track and entered the allotments the heavens opened up.  The rain came down like stair rods.  I saw the guy’s head to a large shed in the middle of the allotments bending down as they hobbled as fast as they could to get out of the rain.  The last guy turned as he entered and shouted for me to join them.  Without a second thought I found myself entering the shed.  “Phewee, where did that come from” I said as I looked around.
“I don’t know” said one of the guys “But I am glad that it did”.
The room was a potting shed of sorts with a pot belly stove in the corner.  A couple of old settees, a bench and that was it.
I looked around at the four faces, every single eye was staring at me.  I could feel them undressing me with their eyes although lycra doesn’t leave anything to the imagination.  My pussy immediately moistened; I could feel it as clear as anything even though my body was dripping wet. I felt very naked anyway with just my lycra pants and top on.

“Jack, get that stove fired up because the lass looks like she’s getting a chill” one of the guys said as he ogled my cold nipples.
“I’m Sid, this is Fred and that’s Taff” said Sid “and what might your name be lass”? 
“Thanks for inviting me in, I am Mal”
The guys all took turns to shake my hand lingering a little longer than needed.
The four guys were all about 60 to 70 (did I mention that I love older guys?) I guessed and were typical allotment men if there is such a thing.  They had the look of people who had spent too long married and came up to the allotments for some respite from the wife. 
“I gotta say” continued Fred “You have been a sight for sore eyes seeing you come jogging through here.  Are you in training for something special?”
“No” said I “I just like to stay fit”
“Well you are certainly that,” said Fred.
The stove slowly came alive as Jack stoked it, I shivered a little “Here” said Taff as he wrapped an old coat over my shoulders. “You look pretty chilly” he said as he ogled my nipples again that were poking through the thin lycra covering my breasts.  My breasts are pretty petite on account of my athletic body. 
“Thanks”. I smiled.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.  I knew what these guys wanted and it wasn’t a cup of tea. 
“You should get out of those wet things my dear” said Jack and if anybody has worn lycra, they will know that it doesn’t hold much moisture but to tell the truth I was starting to get off on these four guys leering over me.
“Do you really think so” I asked.  Their eyes lit up as I played innocent and coy.
“The coat will hide your modesty my dear, “said Taff “besides, you’ll not have anything that we haven’t seen before”.  ‘Yea right’ I thought, ‘not for many years I bet’.
I pulled the coat around me and slipped my pants down, the guy’s jaws nearly hit the floor.  “Can you hold the coat up for me please Taff while I slip my top off?”  I am not sure if Taff smiled or if he had wind.
“Of course I can my dear”. 
He held the coat up and I slipped my top off.  Taff wrapped the coat back around me.  Standing there naked beneath the coat was so erotic that I thought that I would feint. 
The potting shed was warming up a treat.
“What about you guys?” I said “You should get out of your wet things as well.”
They didn’t take much encouragement. As they stripped off, I let the coat fall to the floor.  “Ooops” said I.  They were down to their boxers and their eyes were popping out like organ stops as they devoured my nakedness.  I loved the way that they visually ate my body. 

The rain was still hammering down and the stove was glowing hot.  Taking the lead, I knelt on the floor and Jack was right there in front of me, his cock straining at the front of his boxers.  I pulled them down in one swift motion and rolling his foreskin right back to reveal the purple head of his cock I wrapped my lips around it, flicking the hole with my tongue.  He grabbed my head and forced his cock into my throat.  I guess that he had not had this for a while. I reached out on either side of me and found a cock in each hand. 
I tried wanking them as Jack held my head, one hand under my chin and the other on top of my head.  He was fucking his cock right down into my throat with each lunge.  Too soon he stopped his pelvic thrusts and held his cock in my mouth while pumping his load into my throat, I swallowed as quick as I could but I couldn’t take it all.  He relaxed his grip and stepped back, I thought that I was going to get chance to catch my breath but no, my mouth was soon filled with another cock and I was off again.  Sucking one cock and trying to wank another just wasn’t going to work. This one soon came in my mouth also.  Then there was just one cock left.  He came around to the front of me and I wanked off over my tits and face.

We all stopped to catch our breath.  The guys sat down on the settees.  I stood there naked in the middle of the shed with spunk running down my chin and my body. Looking into each of their faces I slowly ran my fingers up from my tummy and over my tits as I scooped up a finger of beautiful man juice. Then I licked my hand clean paying particular attention to each of my fingers which I slipped into my mouth and slowly pulled it out with a plop.  .  “Well boy’s, is that all you’ve got?”  I said mockingly as I stroke my pussy. 
“Are you taking the fucking piss” said Sid “We’ll show you what we fucking well have”
“I think that you are all talkers with your tiny peckers” although I their cocks were not really tiny, I mocked them further, daring them to take me.

Two of them got up and stood either side of me.  They had no finesse this time and were quite rough.  One was thrusting his stubby fingers into my pussy and biting on my tit.  The other was forcing his tongue into my mouth and squeezing my other tit.  I reached down and grabbed a cock in each hand.   
Their demeanour had changed now.  They were no longer the nice old guys at the allotment.  Their language was coarse and base.  “Get her down on all fours boys because I’m ready for a fuck” somebody said.  I was flipped on to all fours and I felt a cock at my cunt and before I could do anything another was stuck in my mouth.  The cock in my cunt just banged in and out, his hands on my hips, pulling me onto his rod. 
I was really into the game now. Between bouts of sucking cock I wasted no opportunity to goad them with profanity that did not come from a good place.  

“Go on Sid” Somebody said “Fuck the bitch good” Bang Bang Bang in and out it went like a mechanical jack hammer.  All too soon I felt a huge thrust and a long guttural grunt as Sid shot his hot spunk into my cunt. 
“Get outta the way” another said “My turn now”.
Again I felt somebody at my rear, then he grabbed my ponytail, flexed the tip of his cock against my butt hole and with one heave he yanked me back by my hair as he thrust himself into my butt.  Oh fuck, the pain of my arse being impaled on his cock soon passed and he was riding me like an old mare.  Slapping my arse with one hand while yanking me back by my pony tail like a rodeo rider. His mates were shouting obscenities at him to give it to me “fucking good”.  The excitement was too much for him and banging himself into me one more time then he came with a mighty “Oh yea…take that you fuck bitch.”
Goodness knows what had happened to those lovely old gentlemen who I saw tending their allotments these past months.  I had unleashed three raging beasts who were taking me to sexual heights that were just downright disgustingly bad and I loved it.  How I wished that Greg was here to watch these three guys taking their fill of me.
There was no respite for me.  One of the guys laid on his back while the two others, one on either side of me, lifted me on to his cock so that I was facing upwards with his prick up my arse.  Then somebody came and stuck their prick up my cunt.  Full doesn’t even come close.  My head was yanked to one side and a cock shoved into my mouth and again my pony tail became a handle to hold while I was face fucked.  The guy in my cunt was banging away in his own little world.  They were all out of sync which heightened my libido.  All that mattered to each of them was what each wanted to do to me.
On the other side somebody was slapping my tits and saying derogatory things about them because they are so small.
I don’t know how long this onslaught went on for but I remember having another load of cum pumped into my mouth.  The guy banging my pussy let his cock slip out of me after he had finished and the poor guy underneath us unceremoniously slid me off him.  I laid there for a moment or two feeling totally exhausted.
Suddenly somebody had the bright idea to tie my hands up and hang me by my arms from the rafters.  For fucks sake, these guys were never satisfied. My feet barely touched to floor.  They took their time now, pulling my legs wide apart, slapping my pussy and my tit’s.  Pinching my nipples and fingering my butt hole.
The three of them violated me every which way for another hour, I guess.  Eventually they did finish. They let me down then they sat back on the settees. 
These three old men had given to me the fucking of a life time.  Goodness knows how many times I had had an orgasm nor how many times they had each cum.  I was awash the stuff, in my hair, up my cunt my arse, over my tits, my belly.  I never realised that old men could have so much get up and go or man juice come to that.   
Bending down I kissed each one then I stood up and asked if that was the best that they could do?
They smiled then laughed and so did I.

Greg was waiting in the kitchen when I got home.  He took one look at me and immediately he knew that I had had a good seeing to.  I had to recount the whole event to him.  By the time that I had finished he already had me bollock naked laying back on the kitchen table while he was lapping at my pussy and bum to try and clean me up with his tongue.  After a short while he said that this was no good and that he just had to fuck me as I was, still with spunk and other juices trickling out of my pussy and bum.
There was no tenderness at all, he just went straight in to my pussy and 6 strokes later he dumped his load into my belly.
After a short breather we went to the shower and just stood under the water letting it rinse away all of the deposits that the old men had given to me.
Later that evening we curled up on the sofa with a can of lager and watched a chick flick together.  I was asleep before the opening credits had finished.
I remember waking up later as Greg carried me to bed, I went to sleep in his arms.