Author's Note: This story contains some bisexuality, including man on man sex, as well as male -- female anal sex, so if you don't like reading about that stuff, then you've been warned. This is the first of a two chapter tale.
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Chapter 1
The late afternoon summer sun was beating down in the Minifle's spacious back garden, spreading its rays over my naked body, wrapping me in its warmth, adding to the existing heat I was feeling. Man was I hot, almost burning. Mrs Minifle, Carol, was bent over a picnic table, her huge bare butt cheeks were thrust out proudly with me behind her, my hands holding her wide hips firmly and my big cock ramming her asshole mercilessly, balls deep on each and every rapid stroke.
Mr Minifle, George, was in turn standing behind me; the forefinger and thumb of each of his hands lightly pinching and playing with my nipples and his rock hard cock was rampaging in my newly non-virgin tight little puckered ass-bud.
How the fuck did I find myself in this situation? There I was, a 19 year-old student, trying to earn some much welcome summer vacation spending money, being used as the personal fuck toy of an over-sexed middle aged married couple, being almost raped in the scenic surrounds of a spacious English country garden.
My name's Greg, and at that time, nearing 20 years ago (shit that flew by!), I had just recently returned back home to my parent's house after my first year away at university studying English and History. It was late June and I was flat broke and desperately looking to earn some much needed cash so I could go on a Spanish holiday with some friends planned for late August.
There was not much temporary work around at that time. I got two shifts over the weekends working at the local pub, but that was not enough for my needs. The previous summer I had worked for a couple of months for a guy called Rick, who ran a small gardening services company. I didn't like it then, largely because Rick was an asshole. He looked to employ three or four young guys on low wages to do all the actual work while he spent most of his time sitting around drinking beer, reading car magazines and moaning about lazy young people. Also, he could be a total pain when it came to paying the wages on time. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers, and I ended up contacting and working for him again, not because he liked me, but because most of the locals wouldn't work for the mean motherfucker.
I spent the first week working on the grounds at a large local municipal park. It was good, the weather was fair, and Rick was rarely around. Most of the days I either drove the grass cutting vehicle, watered the flower beds or chatted with the girls working at the ice-cream stand. One was a cute dark haired Welsh girl called Fion. I really fancied sticking a flake into one of her strawberry flavoured cones, but somehow I never quite managed to talk her into that.
Sadly, or so I thought at the time, Rick gave me a different job to do the following Monday, working with him unfortunately. He drove us to a rather spacious property, located in the country about five miles from the local town. It was a big place, a traditional English Victorian country house, partially covered in vines and climbing roses with some landscaped garden out the front and much more at the back.
The front was quite tidy but the back was looking surprisingly ragged. Apparently, the regular gardener had been off work with a bad back, so there was plenty that needed to be done. The owners weren't there and Rick did his usual trick or working for about two hours then semi-permanently disappearing to the truck parked out the front, supposedly to do some paperwork!
There was plenty of hard manual toil to undertake, so I had guessed he would split. I started off trimming the hedges. The sun was out early, and pretty soon, as I was on my own, I stripped down to just my shorts and work boots. I'd been playing lots of rugby at university and had taken to drinking high protein milkshakes, lifting weights and working out a lot. My 6 feet 4 inch frame had filled out with plenty of muscle and I enjoyed freeing it in the open air, which frankly, was not going to happen much in England, unless you wanted frostbite!
It soon got very warm and I was glad I'd remembered to bring plenty of water to drink. Nature taking its course, soon I had to pee. I pulled my shorts down and was just letting go with a powerful stream up against a tree, when, shit!
Rick and a man and woman, presumably the owners, suddenly appeared around the side of a hedge about 10 feet away from where I was standing. I was literally caught with my pants down and my cock in my hand. Rick's jaw dropped and his mouth opened wide, giving him a gormless shocked look, like a gargoyle. It suited his personality. The man looked away and emitted a short cough, but the woman blatantly stared at my cock and laughed, clearly finding it very amusing.
"You idiot, what the hell are you doing?" Rick shouted, obviously annoyed.
"Well," the woman replied for me, "it's pretty obvious isn't it, surely?" She was chuckling to herself.
"Look, I'm sorry," I managed to stutter out, rapidly pulling up my shorts and shoving my big cock away. "I thought there was no one around."
"Look, Mr and Mrs Minifle, I can remove him and get someone else to work here ok?" Rick said to them, showing what a bastard he was.
"No. Not at all. Don't be stupid," Mr Minifle interjected. "The young man was merely answering a cause of nature. There is no offence caused."
Well, feeling red faced and embarrassed, to say the least, I took this as my leave and moved away quite rapidly and went back to the hedge cutting. Rick made a big show of starting up a lawn mower and the Minifle's walked into their house. Rick naturally took this as a cue to slink back to the truck, leaving me with a patronising, "You can take this as a warning Greg, any more screwing up and you're sacked."
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but the thought of the vacation money I needed stopped me. About an hour later, around lunch time, Mr Minifle beckoned me over to a patio area in front of some bay widows. He invited me to join him and his wife in some cold lemonade and sandwiches. This was very sporting, I thought, as most of the wealthy people I had come across living in big houses tended to treat those working for them quite dismissively, sadly.
I put my shirt back on and joined them. They introduced themselves as "George" and "Carol." We chatted a while and they seemed genuinely interested in me, my studies, etc. I was never very good at judging ages, but I would have put George at an in shape early to mid fifties, and Carol maybe a few years younger. George was about average height and build, tanned, with sandy coloured hair that was just beginning to thin and turn grey.
Carol was a big woman, very tall and pretty heavily built. She was wearing a light looking floral summer dress. She had English Rose milky white skin, quite piercing big blue eyes; her hair was dark, her face cute and full-lipped, what I could see of her legs, they were smooth and strong. Her hips were wide, her butt big and her breasts huge. They really looked massive.
