My husband and I were round a friend’s house and had a few minutes while our host was preparing some food. She insisted we left her to it and suggested we wander round the garden. Towards the bottom of the garden was a potting shed, which my husband saw as an opportunity, grabbing my hand and gently pulling me into it.

He embraced me closely and we started kissing, our tongues entwined, and he held me closely, our tongues probing each other’s mouths and his hands exploring my tight skirt covered ass.

I’d been horny since before we got there. Oh, I needed him in my cunt. We didn’t have long, I just needed to feel him inside me.

As we broke the kiss, I looked right and saw a worksurface liberally covered in compost. I turned right and bent very slightly over, my ass sticking out towards him. I felt his hand in the small of my back trying to push me over onto the surface, but I told him to stop, as I didn’t want to explain soil stains on my clothes. But rather than stop, he just took off my blouse and then pulled my tits up out of my bra, leaving my tits resting on the bra, but visible. Then his hand re-appeared in the small of my back, and he nudged me over, burying in my bare tits and bra in the compost. The feeling of the compost was slightly tickly against my skin, the feeling distracting me so much that I didn’t register my skirt dropping to the floor around my ankles.

I must have been such a sight, as I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my quivering cunt. I was so worked up that didn’t care if our friend saw us. This was dealing with a raw and animal need.

My tits were pressing into the compost as his cock was pressing into my cunt, nudging past my lips. He was so hard, and I needed to feel his full hardness inside me so much.

Each time he pushed in and pulled out, my tits and bra moved over the compost with a slightly abrasive feeling, as well as some of the compost moving under the pressure of my motioning tits, including some attaching itself to my fleshy orbs and bra.

After his cock was fully buried in my cunt, and a few strokes to increase his size, he carried on with the strokes as he placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me off the compost covered surface. I thought he had decided I’d been composted enough, but no. Instead, he got me to brush all the compost into the middle (whilst continuing to fuck me), then he pushed my tits and bra back down into the pile of compost. I was starting to get hot too, so more of the compost was sticking to my tits.

But I was lost in the motion, my senses engulfed in hands, hard cock, compost, bench, and fully aware there was a window facing out that we could be seen through. Bit late to check, but we were hidden, and so fine.

I felt him getting harder and harder, and knew he was about to cum. He was holding on for dear life, trying to make this quickie fuck last as long as he could. He wasn’t trying to make me cum. He knew me well enough to know that if I was going to have compost covered tits whilst I had a meal, I would need to still be horny, I’d need to be denied an orgasm (until later at least). So, he wasn’t even trying. What I needed, not what I wanted.

And then he mostly pulled out of my cunt and almost immediately began to spew his cum just inside my lips. So now I was going to be in a mess all evening too, with cum slipping out of my cunt as well as compost over my tits and inside my bra.

And I fucking loved it. He knew exactly what he had to do to get me going, and compost covered tits, cum slipping out of my cunt and no orgasm was certainly going to keep me on heat all through the meal.

I felt his cock stop touching my cunt and I heard him putting his cock away. I didn’t move. My breathing was heavy, and my tits were still moving on and through the compost with each one of those heavy breaths. I felt him lift my skirt up off the floor, wiggle it over my ass and get it roughly in position. Then he helped me up, and for the first time, I saw the mess we had made. Compost all over the floor and other places. He turned me round as I did up my skirt, and he stood admiring my compost covered tits. There was a light dusting on the outside of my bra, but nothing compared to the decent amount stuck to my warm tits.

But to heighten my feelings that little bit more, he lifted up my right tit from off its bra top platform, put a handful of compost into the bra cup, then loaded the tit into it, repeating the same with the other one.

As he pulled the bra into position, I adjusted everything to make myself look as it was before, and then did up my blouse (without clearing the light dusting of compost off the outside of my bra). He delicately brushed a little loose compost from the top of my tits and then tidied my hair up, as it was a bit messy (for some reason).

Then, we went back to the house for dinner, all the time I had cum oozing from my freshly fucked cunt and compost in my bra, reminding me of my fuck, and keeping me on edge waiting for an orgasm. I suspect our friend probably knew but was polite enough to not say anything. Once she saw the state of her potting shed, she’d know for definite.

And when we got home, my skirt was removed and I was spanked for dropping compost in the taxi, and then spanked again for dropping compost at home, and only then did he strip the top half of my body and brush the compost off my tits. I wanted a shower, but as my cunt was messy with cum oozing out, I knew I wouldn’t get one that night. I’d be all night with a messy cunt and crotch, so I made sure he was meticulous in brushing off the loose compost before I spread any more round our home.

And then he took me into the kitchen and bent me over the kitchen sink, my tits dunking in the water in my favourite position. But instead of me getting more cock, he applied a wand to my cunt and told me to wash my tits in the water they were being dunked in. It isn’t easy to focus on washing tits whilst being bent over and having a wand punish your already sensitive and needy cunt, and all too soon, I came, but he didn’t move the wand (even for a second), as I hadn’t finished my task. I had another orgasm before I was done and was well on my way to a third when I declared my tits as clean and he replaced the wand with his rock-hard cock, for a final (for the evening) and simultaneous orgasm. I was wrecked, in a mess and a very very happy girl. And I can never look at compost the same again.