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Everyday Tales Of Country Folk

By: TeddyEdward



Usha's Story

Chapter 1 - Honeymoon

The telephone rang and Ruth Archer answered it in the kitchen at Brookfield Farm, where she lived with her three children and farmer husband, David, one of the locally prominent and influential Archer family.

"Hi, Ruth," her close friend, Usha Franks, nee Gupta, said. 

"Hi! When did you get back from your honeymoon?" Ruth asked. Usha had married the local vicar, Alan Franks, a few weeks earlier, after a short engagement. "Can't wait to hear all about it," Ruth said, in a conspiratorial voice. 

"Is David around?" asked Usha. 

"No, he's at the market today and won't be home until later." 

"Great! Can we meet? I have lots to tell you." 

"You bet you can – soon as you like!" said Ruth. "Where do you want to meet?"

Having decided to have lunch at a favourite wine bar in Borchester, they met around 1230. Once they had ordered their lunch and were started on a second bottle of white wine, Ruth demanded to know all about the last few weeks. Usha started to describe her honeymoon to Ruth, detailing the places she and Alan had visited and describing the quality of the hotel where they had stayed. It wasn't until Ruth challenged Usha that she appeared to be leaving something out that Usha, reluctantly, admitted the truth and confided in Ruth her belief that Alan would never be a great lover, despite his unquestionable, unequivocal love for her. Quite simply he was not man enough size wise, nor was he assertive enough to satisfy her needs.

"So, why did you marry him?" asked Ruth, somewhat confused. She had always believed that Usha and Alan were ideally suited. 

"We are well suited in many ways, but not sexually, well not in a conventional way," replied Usha.

"What does that mean?" Ruth questioned. "Not in a conventional way? What other ways are there?"

"Well," said Usha "we may have different needs, but maybe our needs are in a way complementary yet compatible."

"Go on," said Ruth, looking inquisitively at her friend. 

"If I elaborate, will you promise never to reveal this to another living soul? If my family found out, they would die of shame."

"My god!" said Ruth, "this sounds serious – tell me what's going on!"

The honeymoon had started in a conventional enough way, Usha explained. However, it was soon very clear to Usha, that, as she had anticipated, Alan wasn't an assertive, or particularly accomplished, lover. They had been together for some months before the wedding and honeymoon and he had never taken her the way some of her former lovers had – hard, long and repeatedly! Her husband's endowment although not tiny, could only be described as below average in both length and girth, and his balls, too, were on the small side. 

This was Usha's first marriage, she had a history of serial relationships, some lasting longer than others but all failing in favour of her ambition and career. She had co habited with her last partner, Richard. He had been the local doctor but their relationship had ended after he had had an affair, resulting in Usha kicking him out. Part of her regretted that decision and in hindsight she often pondered what might have been had she been more liberal towards his indiscretion. Who knows where that may have led them as a couple. 

In the early hours on the third night of their holiday, despite Alan having made love to her shortly after they retired, Usha awoke wet and horny having had a very vivid dream. In the dream she was naked on a bed, on her hands and knees, whilst a large man with a massive cock shafted her from behind. The man fucking her made her orgasm over and over again, something Alan had never got close to achieving in their time together, Usha suspected that he never would. 

Usha recognised the man in her dream as one of the hotel waiters. She slipped from the bed and into the en suite. Once inside, she quietly closed the door and, standing in front of the mirror, she took off her short nightdress and ran her hands over her dark, firm body. Despite being the wrong side of 40, her body was slim, toned and firm, the result of many hours in the gym and long, regular road runs. Her Indian descent gave her skin a wonderfully even dusky colour, the sort of colouration that many spent hours attempting to achieve out in the sun or under lamps. She pulled on her dark brown nipples and squeezed her small tits. Her body was on fire as she relived the dream and her hand travelled over her flat stomach and down through her jet black pubic hair to find her clit. She climaxed almost instantly as she imagined the waiter ploughing her deep and hard. She knew then, at that very moment in time, that Alan, as much as she loved him, would never be enough to satisfy all her sexual needs. She wondered how she would resolve her inborn natural desire for hard sex with her marriage to a gentle caring man. 

The following few days were to address Usha's love/lust dilemma. During after dinner drinks in the lounge of the hotel, Alan, excused himself to visit the toilet. As Usha waited for him to return she caught the eye of the very same waiter that she had fantasised about not two nights before. He made a beeline for her and asked if there was anything he could get her. She said 'no', but, rather than withdrawing as one might expect a waiter to do, he held his ground and attempted to engage her in conversation. Usha was polite but not engaging, yet he persisted, even remarking how attractive she looked and commenting on the luck of her husband in having such a pretty wife. Strangely, she did not find him particularly attractive, certainly not in the way she had dreamed about him, and was becoming a little peeved with his attention, when out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Alan. Her husband appeared to be hovering some distance away, when, sensibly, he should be making his way back to his new bride. Usha, a trained lawyer, suddenly realised that her husband was avoiding interrupting the scenario he had encountered on re-entering the lounge. Could it be, she wondered, that he wants to see if I will respond to the flattery of this other man? Intuition told Usha that this could indeed be the case and she decided to explore her theory by making first small talk then more intimate communication, using both verbal and body language. 

She leaned forward, giving the waiter a substantial view of her small, but firm and perky, dark-skinned breasts. She regularly crossed and uncrossed her shapely long legs. She tossed her hair frequently. Eventually, Alan, obviously realising that his prolonged absence would be noticed, returned to the table, at which point the waiter winked at Usha, and retired. 

Usha looked closely at Alan, who appeared flushed and flustered, and asked if he was OK. He mumbled that he was and she suggested that they go to their room as it was getting late. Without a word, he followed her, as she got to her feet without waiting for a response from him to her suggestion.

Once in the room, Usha went into the bathroom and prepared for bed, but her mind and heart were racing. Alan's behaviour wasn't normal. Was he upset that she was talking to the waiter? If he was upset then why did he dally rather than return to her and terminate her contact with the other man? 

She did not know the answers to her own questions but she was determined that she would find them. When she left the bathroom, Alan was sitting in a chair and she crossed the room to him and kissed him lightly. He still appeared somewhat flustered, and she asked what the matter was. He could only mutter that 'everything was fine.' Usha knew better and pressed him. 

"Are you upset with me?" she asked. 

"No," he responded. 

"Then why the sulky face?" she bridled. "Is it because I was chatting to the waiter?" 

"No!" was, again, his reply, but he did not look at her when he said it. 

"It is, isn't it, silly? You know I only love and want you," and, with that, she slipped her hand down to his groin, only to be met by a very erect little penis! 

'Well, now, what have we here?' she thought, 'what brought that on?' Lowering his trouser zip she reached in and quickly liberated his very hard penis, which twitched in her hand as she squeezed it gently but firmly. 

"Why did it upset you so?" she asked. "Because he was looking at me that way?" Then it happened - just like that - his small cock jerked and exploded in her hand! She pulled him close to her, kissed his hair, and comforted him.

However, her lawyers mind was thinking, 'Wow, what have we here? Does he get off on the idea of other men paying attention to me? Maybe, this needs a little more research!'

Research it she did. Each evening she would take any opportunity to talk and flirt with other men, even to the point of dancing with one particularly fit guy as Alan watched from their table. Usha was careful and measured but as the week progressed she became more and more of the opinion that her husband became sexually aroused, seeing her interacting with other men – to such an extent, that she could bring him to climax within seconds of taking him in hand. 

Each occasion, after they returned to the bedroom, she would explore with him what had got him so excited; each time he offered a lame excuse and each time she correctly challenged him until he hesitantly admitted that it had been as she had already ascertained; he got off on watching her flirt. His admission was always painful to him; always at the point of his ejaculation and each time engendered a sense of increased power and intelligence to Usha. 

The initial comforting after Alan's emotional breakdowns and orgasms changed and developed rapidly along with Usha's confidence and control. One night, immediately after Alan had come in her hand whilst she was describing to him how a cousin in India had fucked her against a wall when she was a teenager; instead of hugging him better as she usually did, Usha pushed him onto his back and sat stride his head. As she pushed her own highly aroused pussy into his face, she was delighted to feel him start to lick her and continue providing that service until her own explosive climax. 

The incident with her cousin had been real enough, She had just reached 18 and travelled with her parents on an extended holiday to visit family in India, her parents country of origin, before commencing her law degree studies at university back in England. Her cousin, Ravinda, was 25, tall, handsome, and already becoming a successful businessman. He persuaded Usha's parents that she would be perfectly safe joining him and a few friends in a night out on the town; they would never have agreed for Usha to go without a chaperone! Little did they know that before she returned that night she would have been pressed up against a wall and fucked like a cheap whore.

Ravinda's friends were fun and made Usha feel welcome, grown up and sophisticated as they included her in their party. During the evening, Ravinda had plied her with alcohol, something that she consumed only infrequently and never in great quantity, but she felt good in the company and safe with her big cousin. 

Ravinda suggested that they walk the short distance home as the night was still warm. After turning a corner and before she knew what was happening he had taken her to a dark, narrow street with tall buildings on either side. Taking her in his arms he kissed her. She resisted his advances, but he was forceful and determined. Usha was not a virgin, she had a boyfriend back home, but she could not be described as 'free and easy' either. Her resolve, however, weakened by drink and his accomplished kissing and handling of her body, melted to a mere repeated, unconvincing plea for him to stop. He had no intentions of stopping; she was a hot little thing and would be gone in a few weeks, he was going to make the most of this opportunity. 

With his hand inside her top and bra, he pulled and twisted the nipples on her small breasts and grinned as he felt her beginning to respond. He knew he had her and pressed on remorselessly. Lifting her skirt he delved into her panties and found her wet and open allowing easy access to his fingers. She came on his hand before he had freed his own sex organ. Taking advantage of her post orgasmic state, he pushed her legs further apart, bent his knees and positioned his rampant cock against her pussy lips. She cried out and moaned deeply into his kissing mouth as still standing, panties pulled to one side, he entered her tight young pussy in one fluid move and fucked her long and hard against the warm brickwork of the building. Ravinda came in long jets deep inside his cousin as she hung onto his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips.

The next day, Ravinda suggested to Usha's parents that he take her out in his car to see something of the surrounding countryside whilst they spent time visiting with extended family in the town. Usha tried in vain to come up with a good reason why she could not spend the day with Ravinda, but her father would hear none of it, thinking that it would do her good to spend time with people more her own age. He trusted her cousin to take good care of her.

Usha sat quietly as Ravinda drove out of town. In contrast he chatted away to her as if nothing had transpired the previous evening. When they had travelled about 20 miles, Ravinda pulled off the road and parked the car. When he turned to kiss his cousin, she instinctively backed away mumbling that, 'the night before had been a mistake.' Laughing out loud, Ravinda pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, until she started to relax and respond to his lips. He kissed well and if she was honest with herself she would admit that she was totally besotted with him and knew she would give herself to him again. 

After what could only have been a few minutes, she was returning his kisses and did not object when his hand strayed under her T shirt to play with her already stiffening nipples through the thin material of her bra. Her bra was unhooked to free her young, firm, small breasts and to give his lips easy access to her nipples. As wave after wave of pleasurable sensation rippled through her body, she was mindless of the progress his hands had made under her skirt, along her thigh and into her panties. Others had touched her there but none in such an knowing and expert way. She threw her head back and came noisily as he finger fucked her and toyed with her sensitive clit. 

When he released his penis, she hesitated only briefly before taking him in hand and stroking his length, it looked so big in her small delicate fingers. This holiday was to be the time of many 'firsts' for Usha, she had never performed oral sex on a man before, but understood what he was suggesting, when he placed his hand behind her head and applied gentle pressure there. She allowed him to move her face towards his rampant organ but bulked when she saw the pre come that her manual stimulation had generated. Ravinda was in no mood to be denied and used his strength to force her head down to his groin. Usha capitulated and with his encouragement and direction she began to lick and suck the head of his cock.

Usha was totally unprepared for either the force of the ejaculation or the volume of fluid it produced when Ravinda came in her mouth. His hands behind her head prevented her escaping the flood and she gagged as she was obliged to swallow his sperm.

With her parents blessing, Ravinda, spent many days of that holiday with Usha. They explored each others bodies to the full. Her, initial objections and inhibitions dispelled, Usha, became a very willing participant and sexual partner. 

Her willingness was soon to be tested yet again however, just two days before she was due to return home. Ravinda had suggested they have a picnic with some of his friends by the river. They set off in the car and Usha had no reason to be alarmed when they detoured to collect one of Ravinda's friends, Sanjay. Usha had met Sanjay on that first fateful evening with her cousin. 

They drove a short distance out of town to a secluded spot by the river and parked up before making their way to a grassy area on the river bank where they laid out the picnic. Usha's concerns that Ravinda's other friends had not materialised were dismissed and wine was opened and poured. The day was warm and the wine chilled; Usha relaxed and enjoyed the small talk generated between the three of them.

Her concerns resurfaced, when Ravinda suggested they skinny dip in the river. She had no reservations about nudity with her cousin but Sanjay was a different matter. After much cajoling and daring, Usha agreed to strip down to her panties but insisted on keeping those on to swim. The men had no such qualms and were soon naked and frolicking in the water. Usha joined them and her fears were soon forgotten.

Usha's problems started once they climbed out of the water, her wet panties did nothing to protect her modesty as her black bush showed through the transparent, thin, white, cotton material. Ravinda, standing behind her, had wrapped his arms around her lithe body and whispered that he was horny, she hardly needed to be told that as she could feel his erection forming against her bottom. Sanjay who was watching the couple with undisguised interest, made no effort to hide from Usha, his rapidly rising penis. Anticipating what the immediate future my have in store for her, she had struggled to free herself, but was held firmly, her arms pinned to her side by her cousin. Sanjay had moved in closer and to her horror, reached for and took hold of her panties with both hands. 

She swore and cried but it made no difference, Sanjay stripped down her only item of clothing and rendered her naked and vulnerable. The only response from Ravinda, as Sanjay ran his hands over her tits and down to her unprotected bush, was to stiffen even more behind her.

Resistance was futile against the two bigger and stronger men, her tears and cries of protest and humiliation went unheard as an unconcerned Sanjay first violated her pussy with his fingers. Then, working in cooperation with Ravinda, they upended her and spread her on the picnic mat. They took turns to fuck her as the other held her down and watched. Inevitable it progressed to the two using her together. 

Usha offered little resistance and submitted to their demands. Usha was to learn and to come to accept that, given the right circumstances, her body would often betray her as it had that day. She had orgasms with both Ravinda and Sanjay and had become a compliant, if reluctant sex toy for them. Right there on the river bank, 18 year old Usha Gupta, came of age, she was spit roasted, held down and buggered by both men and ended up being double penetrated. 

Usha returned with her parents to England two days later, thankful that she was on the pill and that her parents knew nothing of her recent ordeals. If she had left Heathrow as a naive girl, then she most certainly returned as a more worldly wise young woman. All these years later, she often recalled, and never failed to be stimulated by memories of that holiday.

The holiday had changed her, she found her boyfriend to be annoyingly juvenile, despite being two years her senior, and quickly grew discontented with his fumbling efforts to satisfy her sexual needs.

At university it was rare to find her with other students her own age, she quickly developed relationships and friendships with lecturers and older staff members. One particular lecturer was instrumental in Usha's further development. Hugo, was in his mid 40s when he took Usha under his wing and into his bed. With his help her sexual education neared completion, but there was one more step she had yet to take and he provided the opportunity and the catalyst for that to be accomplished.

Hugo often hosted parties and after one such gathering, Usha found herself and another girl her age, the only ones remaining in Hugo's apartment. Erica was like a photographic, negative image of Usha; blonde, Scandinavian, pale skinned and ample breasted. The only similarity being their height and long hair. Hugo joined the girls with a bottle of brandy and casually suggested that they undress and get comfortable. Usha watched transfixed as Erica, took off her top to expose her braless, pale, heavy tits, then dropped her jeans and stepped out of them. Dressed only in panties she smiled at Usha.


Everyday Tales Of Country Folk Ch. 02



Usha's Story

Chapter 2 - Cider Club

Usha expanded on her earlier description of the honeymoon to her best friend Ruth Archer, but this time included what had transpired in the bedroom during the holiday. 

Ruth looked stunned. 

"Well, don't look at me so disapprovingly," Usha said to Ruth, "you have hardly been faithful." 

"I'm not judging you - it's just a lot to take in and, anyway, Sam was different. I truly loved him," replied Ruth.

Sam Batton had been employed to tend the Brookfield dairy herd, until the abrupt end of his affair with Ruth resulted in his subsequent resignation and departure from Ambridge.

"Yes, but you did fuck with him behind your husband's back, didn't you? Don't try and deny it, remember I saw you together," retorted Usha. 

Ruth blushed a deep red at her friend's language, and the memory of the day when Usha had caught her in flagrante with Sam in the kitchen at Brookfield, before looking down and saying in a quiet voice, "Yes." 

"And much more" said Usha, "much more than just fucking; remember the things you told me about - the photographs and what you did with him in the cowshed and in his cottage - things I bet David still is unaware of. Isn't that the case?"

Ruth almost whispered - "Yes," and, in a pleading voice, added, "David must never know." 

"Well I have no intention of telling him, or anyone else for that matter, but I do expect you to offer me the same level of support and confidence that I have given you these past couple of years!"

Ruth looked directly at her friend for the first time in some minutes - "Yes - of course I will. You know more about me than anyone else in the world and I would do anything for you - you know that." 

"Good," said Usha as she moved close to her friend and hugged her. "I just might need your help along the way." 

Ruth felt herself respond involuntarily to the closeness of her friend's body; she knew then that she would do whatever Usha asked of her, however unorthodox it may be. 

But, unbeknownst to either woman, Ruth's secret had very recently been uncovered. 

Jolene Perks, the landlady of The Bull, the Ambridge pub, looked at her daughter, Fallon Rogers, in amazed silence. Spread out before them were a number of glossy photographs. 

Fallon, always short of money, had been given some casual work by Ruth to clean out Rickyard Cottage in the grounds of Brookfield Farm, in readiness for its use as a holiday let. That same cottage had at one time been occupied by Sam Batton, before his hasty unexplained departure from Ambridge.

During her cleaning, Fallon had discovered an old briefcase located deep inside the under stair cupboard, apparently having been put there for safe keeping, only to be forgotten by the owner. Fallon, never one to stand on propriety, with little hesitation, used a kitchen knife to spring the case locks. 

The case contained several dozen photographs, each of which, depicted Ruth Archer alone or with Sam Batton, engaged in some very graphic sexual acts, and it was these images that her mother was now ogling.

Jolene was mesmerised by what was before her and took time to study one photograph after the other. She put aside four which she had a particular interest in; a close up of an unmistakable Ruth Archer, licking a very large, fully erect penis; Ruth on her back, legs wide apart, with a huge, black dildo buried halfway in her hairy cunt; another close up of Ruth's face, come oozing from her lewdly open mouth; and one of a naked Sam, fucking Ruth doggie style.

The remaining photographs depicted similar sexual acts; Sam and Ruth fucking in a variety of positions, Ruth masturbating, with and without objects, many oral close ups and even one of Ruth urinating. 

Jolene was impressed with Sam's endowment and licked her lips as she again looked up at her daughter and said "Now, that's what I call a cock!" 

Fallon returned her mothers stare with a huge grin on her face. "This is some hot shit, right? I bet I know exactly what you're planning - 'Cider Club', right?" she said, across the table, to her mother.

"Fuck yes," returned Jolene. "Wait until I show Sid these. Fuck - and she is married to an Archer, too! What a trophy she would be! I'll have free drinks for life, if I can pull this off," she laughed. "Who would have thought that Ruth Archer, the perfect wife and mother, could be such a slut?"

Fallon smiled, wickedly, as she imagined how her mum's husband - her stepfather, Sid Perks, would react. One or both of them could expect a real workout tonight with the horny bastard - it would not be the first time that he had fucked mother and daughter in the same bed together.

The Cider Club had started out innocently enough with a few local men gathering at the Grundy's barn to drink home-brewed cider. The Grundy's - Eddie and his father, Joe, had been brewing it for many years. 

Things changed one autumn evening three years ago. Eddie, Joe and Eddie's friend, Mike Tucker, a recent widower, were well into a session of tasting the newly brewed apple cider. Clarrie Grundy, Eddie's wife, and mother to his two grown sons, walked from the cottage where they lived, to the barn to get the men for supper. 

"Clarrie, love," Eddie greeted her when she opened the barn door, "have a brew!"

Before she could decline, as she wasn't really in the mood for a drunken session with them, Joe had filled a glass and forced it into her hand.

"Go on, Clarrie, love - you know you likes a drop of homebrew before supper."

"What the hell" she thought, and took a long drink from the strong cider. 

"Wow, that's good stuff this year; nearly takes the legs from under me." 

Joe grabbed a handful of Clarrie's ample but shapely bottom and said in a loud theatrical whisper - "Doubt you'll be needing to stand later, Clarrie, love. I knows how horny you gets drinking that stuff. I reckons you'll be on your back in no time," he smirked. 

The men all laughed and Clarrie playfully pushed Joe away from her, not that she was offended, Joe had done much more than feel up her bum, much more, with or without Eddie present.

The cider was having an effect upon Mike, too - a sense of wellbeing and the attraction of Clarrie's curvaceous body were making him horny, as well. He did not hide the fact that he was looking at her wonderfully rounded hips and breasts. 

Clarrie still had a good body, a little overweight, but her breasts and hips were shapely and in proportion, combining to produce a sexy, mature, earthy look.

Mike's open scrutiny of Clarrie's charms did not go unnoticed by her or Eddie and his Dad. With a wink at Joe, Eddie whispered into Clarrie's ear.

"No!" she said shaking her head. "No," she said, again, but with less conviction the second time.

Joe moved behind her and reached around to take one of her breasts in each hand. 

"What do you think of this pair? Bet it's been a while since your feasted your eyes on such a lovely sight, Mike Tucker. Gets my old pecker up just to feel them," he laughed. 

Clarrie made a half-hearted attempt to escape his grasp, but Joe continued to massage her tits. She had ever been easy to arouse and the cider, Joe's attention to her tits, and the hot look in Mike's eyes were all combining to turn her on. Her nipples were stiffening under Joe ministrations and she could feel the tell tale throbbing in her clit that indicated she was getting wet below. 

She looked at Eddie who smiled back, his eyes alive: she knew that smile well - he was up for anything!

Joe took control. Turning her, he gently, yet purposefully, pushed her to her knees in front of him. Opening his trousers, he freed his good-sized, half-hard cock. Clarrie again shook her head, but Joe was having none of that. 

"Do it, Clarrie, love - make your old Dad-in-Law a happy man - the way you knows he likes you to." 

Taking her hair in his hand he pressed her face to his almost fully stiffened cock.

Clarrie knew the score and was no innocent. When Joe and Eddie were in this mood she had no hope of diverting them from their lecherous course. Not that she really wanted to; by now she was horny, too! Taking his cock into her mouth she went to work on Joe like a pro, as she had so many times over the years.

Eddie undressed as he watched Joe being blown by his wife. His cock was rock hard as he moved towards Clarrie and Joe. Almost as an afterthought he turned to an amazed Mike Tucker.

"Come on, mate - you can't fuck her with your clothes on!" 

Then he reached under Clarrie's dress and pulled her damp knickers down. 

Mike was naked and had joined them before Eddie had his wife's underwear completely off her legs.

If it had been Clarrie's intention to escape Mike's involvement, Eddie and Joe gave her no chance to do so. Pulling his cock from her mouth, Joe joined Eddie in bending Clarrie, still in a kneeling position, so that her face was near the ground and her ample bottom high in the air. Holding her with one hand, Eddie lifted her dress above her waist to fully expose her pussy and anus to the expectant Mike.

Using his free hand to spread his wife's pussy lips, Eddie invited his friend to enter her obviously very wet cunt. 

Mike had not had a woman since he lost Betty, months before. In fact the only female stimulation he had in that time was on a few occasions when he had managed to 'borrow' a pair of used panties belonging to his daughter, Haley. The smell and feel of her panties never failed to work when he masturbated. His cock quivered as he knelt behind Clarrie.

"Go on mate, stick it in her; she fucking loves it, don't you, Clarrie, love?" Eddie said crudely. 

"That's the truth, never one to shy away from a good stiff one, our Clarrie. See how wet she is, gagging for it she is - and it looks like your balls are about to burst, Mike Tucker!" added Joe.

Mike didn't need a second invitation; he made an almost animal noise as he slid his rampant cock deep into Clarrie and began to frantically shaft her. It was no time before he exploded inside a cunt for the first time as a widower. 

Eddie almost pushed Mike aside as the latter pulled his wet, glistening phallus out of Clarrie. Eddie had a liking for seconds, especially if it was his wife's cunt that had been flooded immediately before he sank his cock into her. He slipped in easily, Mike having pumped her full of spunk from his aching balls. 

And so the Cider Club was born. 

Clarrie was fucked repeatedly by the three men - not just on that occasion but many times afterwards. Other local men were invited into the club - Neil Carter, Kenton Archer and more recently Sid Perks, the local landlord. 

Unlike the other members of the club, Kenton wasn't one of the local, rough and ready farm labourers. He was well-educated and well-connected. However, in contrast to the rest of the Archer clan, he was work-shy and totally unprincipled when it came to money or women! He was working on his girlfriend, Kathy Perks, Sid's ex wife, in the hope that he could persuade her, too, to join the club. If pressed, he would agree that it was a forlorn hope, but Kenton was not one to turn down a challenge. 

Of course, Kathy had no idea of the existence of such a gathering, or of the depravities in which they engaged, but she too had had her moments in the past. Unfortunately, an unpleasant experience at the hands of a so-called friend had caused her to be far more wary of the situations into which she exposed herself. That aside, there were still occasions when she allowed herself to succumb to her horny, well-hung, ex-husband's advances and wandering hands. Kenton was blissfully unaware of the numerous occasions when Kathy had received a very satisfactory shafting from Sid in the bed she shared with Kenton.

Neil Carter's quiet and unassuming public persona belied a deep, sexual need and drive, born mainly of frustration within his marriage. His wife, Susan, just wasn't interested in sex. She gained more pleasure indulging in gossip with and about others in the village. She prided herself on knowing everything that was going on locally. How her pride would take a fall if she ever discovered her husband's nefarious activities at the Cider Club!

Neil, silently, often bemoaned the fact that his wife was the very opposite of his daughter Emma, who, if rumours were to be believed, had screwed half the village boys, including both the Grundy bothers. Having married William Grundy, she continued to give it away to his younger brother Edward. If only Susan could be half the slut their daughter was, Neil would consider himself to be a very fortunate man.

As a result of Sid's involvement, the venue of the meetings was changed to the more comfortable surroundings of The Bull. Sid's sexy and occasionally outrageously flirtatious wife Jolene substituted for or joined Clarrie in the activities. Like Clarrie, with her husbands consent and encouragement, she had never been a stranger to extra marital or group sex.

Jolene's first night with the club had been planned well in advance, giving her time to do a little research into what she might expect. Sid had been annoyingly non-specific when she had pressed him for details, simply saying that he was arranging for a couple of mates to join them for some adult fun with Eddie and Clarrie Grundy. 

It wasn't difficult to find out more, however; simply supply Kenton Archer with a few free drinks and show him plenty of cleavage and he was guaranteed to spill the beans. What she discovered appealed to Jolene very much. Like her daughter, Fallon, she had been a singer with a band in her younger days and had participated in more than one group sex session with other band members and groupies. She didn't sing rock and roll, but there was no shortage of sex and drugs around the country music scene.

She and Sid had indulged in some swinging, usually when away on holiday, and had shared a couple of women, in addition to Fallon. Jolene loved pussy almost as much as she adored cock, so she was disappointed to be told that Clarrie wasn't into girls. 

'Ok,' she decided, 'if Clarrie won't play, then lets make a competition out of it'. 'I'll show her who is the best fuck in this village!'

It was indeed a competition as Clarrie readily took up the challenge. Jolene suggested to Clarrie that they swapped husbands to begin with, and whoever could make the other's man come first would be the winner; then the others could join in. 

Jolene knew that Sid could stay the distance even under the greatest stimulation so she was confident of a win. 

Clarrie on the other hand, was worried that Eddie wouldn't hold out, given that he had been horny all week at the prospect of getting into the sexy Jolene's knickers. She cursed herself for not sucking Eddie off earlier in the evening, to alleviate some of his pent-up horniness. 

Before joining in, the other men, Mike, Neil and Kenton were treated to a show the like of which they had never witnessed before, as Jolene and Clarrie went to work on their opponent's spouse. 

Two king-size mattresses had been laid out on the stage of the Bull's function room. This was upstairs and separate from the bar areas below; ideal for small private gatherings or as a venue for bands to play to a bigger audience. 

As Jolene and Clarrie led Eddie and Sid, respectively, to the waiting mattresses, the others found the chairs set out around the stage, providing them with a wonderful view of proceedings. 

Clarrie shed her few clothes and wasted no time in stripping Sid's from him. Pushing him back on the mattress, she knelt beside him and without hesitation took his sizable endowment into her educated mouth. 

Clarrie's position, Jolene noted, whether intentional or not, was treating the audience to an unfettered view of Clarrie's already wet and open hairy pussy and dark puckered anus. Of course, the men had all seen Clarrie's assets at close quarters before and as alluring as they were, they quickly turned their attention to Jolene, who they had yet to see naked, let alone as blatantly exposed as Clarrie was. 

Jolene's approach, in comparison to Clarrie's, was far more calculated. She kissed and teased Eddie, standing close and pressing her large breasts against him, and encouraged him to unzip her clinging short dress that did little to hide her body. Stepping out of her dress, the men's attention was drawn to Jolene's tits and her tiny panty-covered prominent mound, suspenders and stocking encased legs. 

Quickly undressing himself, Eddie was rock hard, as were the others, for that matter, as, collectively, they took in the sight of Jolene's ample charms. Stepping out of her panties, Jolene revealed that, unlike Clarrie, she was totally shaven below. Whereas Clarrie was curvaceous, with the rounded hips and heavy breasts of a mature woman; Jolene was slimmer in the waist, hips and thighs, yet sported a pair of full, heavy breasts that challenged even her D cup bras. 

Throwing her discarded panties to Kenton, Jolene used her tits to gain competitive advantage over Clarrie. With Eddie laid on his back, Jolene leaned over him, gently swaying, resulting in her long, stiff nipples brushing over the head of Eddie's equally stiff and straining cock. He gasped aloud when she licked up and down the length of his shaft, from tip to balls, then took him into her mouth and started to blow him. She fondled his good size balls and when she knew he was close to coming, she slipped a finger into his anus, found his prostate and swallowed hard as he erupted with a loud expletive escaping his lips. 

Licking her lips, Jolene threw Clarrie a magnanimous smile, then looked over her shoulder to ask the others 'what they were waiting for.' She didn't have to wait long for an answer as the perpetually horny Kenton knelt behind her and rubbed the head of his cock through her wet, pink pussy lips before mounting her. She was well lubricated from her own arousal and took his full length easily into her willing cunt.

Mike moved to kneel in front of her, his cock twitching in excited anticipation and was not disappointed when she took him firmly in hand and guided his cock to her lips.

Looking to her side, she was able to see Clarrie similarly engaged with Sid and Neil, who had followed Kenton's example and was busily shafting Clarrie from behind.

The evening progressed with both women doing everything they knew to impress and pleasure the five men. Even Clarrie, somewhat reluctantly, agreed, later, that Jolene was quite a competitor, having watched her, seemingly effortlessly, take Mike in her mouth, Neil in her cunt and Kenton up her arse at the same time! 

One particularly wild night, Fallon, Jolene's daughter, arrived home at the Bull unexpectedly to find her mother on her hands and knees, being spit-roasted by Kenton and Eddie, whilst Sid and Mike Tucker watched and masturbated. 

She stood, mesmerised, as she watched her mother's ample tits swinging under her as the two men fucked her from either end. Kenton, holding her slim hips, was shafting her wet, willing, hairless cunt, whilst Jolene nosily sucked on Eddie's rigid pole. 

Fallon was a younger version of her mother. Even at the tender age of 23 she was already curvaceous with 34c breasts and slim hips that swayed provocatively as she walked. Fallon also shared her mother's belief in having a good time and had been known to rock with the band she sang with, both on and off stage!

Before she could gather her wits sufficiently to effect a withdrawal, her naked and very aroused step-father pushed her against the wall and pressed his hard cock onto her sexy body. Fallon attempted to push him away, but Sid was far too big and strong for her to succeed. Sid's powerful hand dived under Fallon's short skirt and ran up her bare leg to her panty-covered, shaven pussy; something else she shared in common with her mother.




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"Come on, sweetheart, don't play hard to get. Your Mum needs a hand and we haven't played together for weeks", he said into her ear. With that he slipped two fingers into her pussy, and was delighted to find her already moist. 'Like mother, like daughter,' he thought to himself. 

Turning her head to look again at her decadent mother, enthusiastically engaged with two cocks, Fallon's resistance faded. Sid was right. She hadn't played with anyone for days; her boyfriend was away touring with his rock band. 

'What the hell' she thought, 'so what if they are old gits? They're hung, and they seem to know what they are doing'. 

Not for the first time, she reached down and took Sid's endowment in her hand. Leading him by the cock, she walked them over to her mother and shedding the few clothes she wore, mimicked her mother's position. Sid was buried deep in her in an instant and she pushed back at him as her mother wailed in orgasm beside her. When Mike fed his engorged cock into her willing mouth, she recognised the familiar taste of Jolene on his cock! 

The unexpected addition of Fallon into the sexual melee caused the men to redouble their efforts, and they set about the task of her initiation into the club with a mission. For her part, Fallon had to admit that, despite their ages, the men were truly great cock-smiths, who could teach many of her younger lovers the way to satisfy a woman.

Mother and daughter were happy but exhausted by the time the men's lust had diminished enough to allow them to rest.

It was into the 'Cider Club' that Jolene intended to recruit, 'squeaky clean,' Ruth Archer, by fair means or foul! The explicit, undeniable evidence of Ruth's adultery, so fortuitously provided by Fallon's find at Rickyard Cottage, was all Jolene needed.

She would confront Ruth as soon as the right opportunity presented itself. 

Jolene did not have to wait long before her chance to talk to Ruth in private arose.

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Everyday Tales Of Country Folk Ch. 03



Usha's Story

Chapter 3 - Ruth's secret

Good fortune was with Jolene; looking out the window of the pub kitchen where she was preparing food for the lunchtime customers, she spotted the very person she had been waiting to talk to. Ruth Archer was sitting in the sunshine in the Bull's garden, obviously waiting for someone, as the pub was not due to open for another hour.

"Ruth! Hi! You're too early if you are waiting for a drink", called Jolene in a friendly voice, knowing full well that Ruth was never likely to visit the Bull at lunchtime, or alone.

"Oh, hello, Jolene. Hope you don't mind me borrowing your garden. I was just waiting for the village shop to reopen. I think Susan must be running late - she is usually there by now," Ruth responded.

"No problem - you're more than welcome. In fact, I need to have a word with you anyway, but not here. Come inside - I have something to show you." 

Jolene turned and walked away before Ruth could reply. Baffled as to what Jolene could possibly have of interest to show her, Ruth nevertheless followed her into the pub via the kitchen door.

"Through here," Jolene said over her shoulder, indicating the office.

Ruth perceived a change in Jolene's demeanour; she seemed less friendly and more business-like somehow. Ruth was at a loss to understand what was going on, but she was very soon to find out. 

The office was a simple affair, a desk with drawers and filing trays and two chairs. Ruth noted the tidy paperwork and could easily imagine how organised and efficient Jolene and Sid were in running their business.

"Sit down, Ruth." It wasn't said in invitation from Jolene; more like an instruction to an errant employee. Ruth did as she was told, albeit hesitantly.

"What's this about, Jolene? What do you have to show me - and why is it necessary to talk in here?" Ruth said, in the most assertive voice she could muster. She wasn't used to, and didn't like, being pushed around.

"Don't take that tone with me, Ruth Archer. You might think yourself and your family to be something special around here, but I know you for what you really are!" Jolene snapped.

"What do you mean by that?" Ruth said, but with much less confidence than before.

"I mean that I know what a slut you can be!" Jolene put emphasis on the insult.

"How dare you call me that?" 

Ruth rallied with all the vigour she could muster, but, in reality, she was genuinely scared and her insides were turning to jelly.

Jolene looked hard at the frightened woman. She could almost smell Ruth's fear and knew she had her. 

"Because it's true, and I have the proof." 

Reaching in a drawer, she took out a glossy print and dropped it in front of a pale and shaken Ruth.

Ruth stared in disbelief at the photograph. She could not speak, but had she been able to, she would not have been in any position to argue that it was she in the picture, and that she was performing oral sex on a large penis. A penis that she had been very familiar with in the not too distant past. 

Ruth was unable to meet Jolene's eyes as the latter fixed her with a look of huge satisfaction.

"I have plenty more if that doesn't convince you." Jolene eventually broke the silence and dropped a second photograph onto the desk. Through tear-filled eyes, Ruth looked at the bright, alive eyes of the woman in the picture and the indecently exhibited thick, white semen coating her tongue and lips.

Noting Ruth's capitulation and near state of hysteria, Jolene, followed up her advantage with two more pictures that she had selected for today's purpose.

Ruth was numb and barely looked at the latest revelations, but she recognised the dildo and Sam.

"I'm not an unreasonable woman, Ruth, so I am going to give you a choice. You can either agree to what I am going to tell you, or copies of these," - she indicated the photographs - "and some others will be posted to your husband, his stuck-up family and on the internet. Understand so far?"

Ruth could only nod her head.

Jolene outlined what she expected of Ruth, but with the minimum of detail. She was to come to the Bull, dressed for a party in her most revealing clothes, the evening after next. She would be helping Jolene to entertain a few of Sid's friends and should not expect to be going home until late.

"I can't do that!" gasped Ruth, truly shocked.

"Can't or won't?" snapped Jolene. "By the look of these," - she indicated towards the photographs again - "you seem well enough qualified, so it can't be 'can't.' So that leaves 'won't', and you already know the consequences if that's the case! Like I said, I'm not unreasonable. You have until this time tomorrow to confirm you will do it, otherwise...." She left the sentence intentionally unfinished.

Ruth left the Bull by the same door as she had entered. She was in a complete state of panic and forgetting her original reason for coming out, she walked past the shop and hurried home. She broke down totally as soon as she arrived home and cried loudly. Fortunately, the house was empty and her wailing went unheard.

Ruth and David had been married around 16 years when she started her affair with Sam. Sure, she had been tempted before and enjoyed the odd slow dance at a party but had never gone further than a snog and a grind against a stiff erection. Sam was different; that was love rather than lust, which isn't to say their times together were not lustful - indeed they were very sexual, often leading to urgent couplings to address mutual physical needs. 

Sam was young, fit and handsome in a rustic way. She still blushed when she thought back to some of the things they had done together, the risks they had taken. It was inevitable that David would eventually find out about her feelings for Sam. God, if he only knew the real truth!

It had started innocently enough. Ruth and Sam worked closely together and she had always enjoyed his company. Sam was a very fit guy, and many local females had lusted after him, some quite openly. Even her friend Usha had had the hots for him. The time Ruth and Sam spent together inevitably led to a more intimate relationship - without being physical in any way. 

That changed when Ruth turned up at Sam's cottage, upset and in tears following a fight with her husband David, over his continued attention toward an old girlfriend. Sam comforted Ruth and took her in his strong arms. She felt safe and happy pressed against him and she was genuinely surprised when he kissed her. 

It wasn't a kiss of a friend.

It was passionate, and she responded accordingly despite her head telling her not to. Eventually she pulled away from him and said that she had to leave. Leave, she did, but throughout that night she was unable to get Sam and his kiss out of her mind.

They both tried to carry on as if nothing had happened, but, when Sam admitted to Ruth that he was in love with her and could not continue being remote, and had decided to resign and move away, she begged him not to and threw herself into his arms. They made love for the first time together that same afternoon. 

Ruth was nervous as she made her way to Sam's cottage on that first occasion - hardly surprising, given that she had not had sex with anyone other than her husband in 16 years of marriage. 

Naked, Sam was, Ruth noticed with some trepidation, extremely well-endowed, but he was loving and gentle to begin with, kissing her lips and body, licking the inside of her thighs and working his way to her pussy. He ate her expertly, probing with his tongue, opening her pink inner lips and finding her clit with his tongue until he recognised the positive responses from Ruth's body. 

His lovemaking then became more urgent and he moved up to position his substantial cock head against her entrance. He slowly worked the length of his phallus into Ruth, inch by inch, until he was buried up to his balls. With her knees drawn up and her legs wrapped around his back, she was able to accommodate every inch of his length and girth. Sam ploughed her relentlessly to a mutually fulfilling climax. Her adultery was complete as she reached orgasm and cried out as her lover emptied his spunk filled balls into her unfaithful cunt.

After the euphoria of their orgasm had subsided, Ruth quickly dressed and without a word, dashed back the short distance home. She was guilt-ridden and dreaded David returning. She occupied herself preparing dinner but need not have worried, David appeared relaxed and talkative. She did not protest when later in bed he spooned up against her, his erection pressing into her.

If David was surprised at how wet his wife was as he entered her, then he did not show it, and began to rhythmically saw his cock into her. Little did he know that much of the lubrication he was benefiting from had been provided by one of his employees only a few hours previously.

Ruth took her husband's cock into her, as she had so many times before; only this time all she could think about was Sam fucking her. Conscience brushed aside by her growing arousal, she pushed back onto her husband's cock and came as she imagined her lover once again buried deep inside her. 

The longer the affair lasted the more intense it got. They could hardly touch without it progressing to hot sex. Nor did they care where they had sex. Ruth lost count of the number of times she had knelt in front of Sam in the milking shed and worshiped his wonderful cock and balls with her mouth. He produced so much spunk and ejaculated so powerfully that she was hard pressed to swallow it all and often ended up with come running from her mouth and down her chin. 

Sam had the biggest cock she had ever experienced. Not that she was inexperienced, before she married David. She had been very sexually active as a student at an agricultural college, where females were out numbered by 10 to 1. Testosterone radiated from the place, so why not enjoy some of it was her mantra. 

After she married, she had, until she met Sam, remained faithful. Her sex life with her husband, as in most long marriages, had diminished compared to the early days of their relationship. However, in general, she had always been very satisfied by David's bigger than average penis and his physical prowess in the bedroom.

Sam's shaft could never be described as average; he was bigger than her husband in both length and girth. Ruth however, learned to accommodate him with relative ease. 

Ruth was willing to do whatever Sam asked of her sexually and would perform even the most intimate and indecent acts without inhibition. These included, rimming, exhibiting herself to him and even fucking out in the fields.

Sam had often taken photographs of her masturbating, of her sucking him and of them fucking, using a digital camera with a delayed shutter. After Sam had left Ambridge, Ruth had justifiably as it transpired - always had concerns that one day those photographs could come back to haunt her as she had no idea what Sam had done with the images after their affair was terminated. However, at the time they were taken, she was too engrossed in love and lust, to deny him anything.

One thing that really got Sam going, was to hear the normally, mild language Ruth used turn into pure filth under his direction and encouragement. To begin with, Ruth would blush deep red if he prompted her to say 'fuck' aloud. She was soon to be using words more explicitly indecent than she could ever have imagined uttering before Sam's influence over her.

As could be expected, they were eventually caught in the act. Fortunately, the person who walked in on them as they were in mid-fuck was Ruth's close friend, Usha. They were in the kitchen at Brookfield; David was away; and the kids were either at school or nursery. When Usha opened the kitchen door and walked in unannounced as she often did when visiting, she was met with a memorable sight. 

Ruth was bent over the kitchen table, her overalls and her panties around her feet to enable Sam, who similarly was wearing his overalls around his ankles, to shaft her from behind. They were unaware of Usha's presence to begin with so she was given quite a show as Sam repeatedly buried his huge cock into Ruth's very wet and stretched cunt. What surprised Usha, as much as the actual scene, was Ruth's earthy language; 'cock', 'cunt' and 'fuck' being uttered freely. 

When Sam did eventually become aware of Usha, he pulled out of Ruth in a jerk response to being caught. That gave Usha not only the opportunity to see his big cock, wet and throbbing, but also a close up of her best friend's still gaping, hairy cunt. Ruth cried out in disappointment when Sam pulled out of her, then almost screamed when she realised why. 

Usha backed out of the door as the two scrambled to rearrange their clothes. She had just reached her car, which was parked in the yard, when Ruth ran out to her in tears, begging her not to say anything to David. She need not have worried. Usha would never have betrayed her friend, however shocked she was to discover Ruth was anything more than the loving wife of a farmer. After hugging and reassuring Ruth that her secret was safe with her, she drove home quickly.

Throughout the short drive from Brookfield, Usha was unable to think of anything other than the images of Ruth and Sam fucking. The sight of Sam, holding Ruth by her hips as he repeatedly sank his mighty shaft into her with powerful, long, thrusts, combined with Ruth's verbal incitement for him to 'fuck her cunt harder,' played over and over again in Usha's head. 

Once home she hurried to her bedroom and without inhibition, she lifted her dress, pulled aside her damp thong and reached into her bedside drawer to locate her favourite toy, a thick black dildo. She had come quickly with vivid images of Sam's massive cock and Ruth's wet, recently fucked cunt, swimming around in her head. 

Ruth picked up the telephone with a trembling hand and clumsily dialled the number for the vicarage, hoping against hope that Usha, not Alan, would answer. 

Her prayers were answered as she heard her friend's voice. 

"Usha Franks, can I help you?"

"Oh, Usha, I hope so!" Ruth sobbed into the telephone.

"What is it, what's happened? Calm down and tell me what's wrong." Usha attempted to soothe Ruth.

In a broken and tearful conversation, Ruth gave a disjointed, yet accurate enough, account of Jolene's threat - sufficient for Usha to appraise the situation with a clear, professionally-trained mind.

Usha suggested, and despite objections, was eventually able to convince Ruth into, allowing her to negotiate with Jolene, knowing that her friend was no match for the wily, unscrupulous landlady.

Usha managed to rearrange her appointments for the following day and set off for the Bull in the late morning with the intention of confronting Jolene Perks. Her mind had worked hard all the previous night to find a way of turning this to her advantage, and she was ready to put her plan into action.

Dressed in a pinstriped business suit, despite the warm weather, Usha looked coolly professional yet sexy. Her heels clicked as she made her way from her car to the pub.

Jolene wasn't that surprised to see Usha when she answered the knock on the door. She was well aware of Ruth's close friendship with the lawyer and had considered Usha's possible involvement, when determining how to coerce Ruth. She opened the door wide and, in a clear voice, invited the other woman in.

Usha sat, without being asked, in the very same chair that Ruth had occupied so unhappily the day before. However, unlike Ruth, she was thinking clearly and was unafraid of Jolene. Crossing her legs to reveal toned thigh as her short skirt rode up over bare legs, she looked directly at her adversary with a steady, stoical stare. Jolene returned Usha's stare with an equal lack of emotion.

"If you carry out your threat against Ruth, I will do everything I can to destroy you and your husband!" began Usha. 

She put up her hand to halt Jolene's retort and continued. 

"Certainly, I accept Ruth's marriage will be finished and her reputation damaged to the point where she could no longer remain in Ambridge, and therefore anything I did would be simply vengeful. However, believe me, I will strike back hard if you hurt her, and remember- the Archer family, whilst abandoning Ruth, will be very angry that you have brought dishonour upon them. They still have a lot of say locally and I doubt you will stay in business to the end of the year. It goes without saying that I would involve the police regarding the attempted blackmail!"

Again she stemmed Jolene's response with a firm hand. 

"I understand that you told Ruth that you are not unreasonable. That's good - neither am I. In fact, I have a proposition that might suit us all around. Do you want to hear it, or should I just go?"

Jolene took her time in replying to Usha's question. Time that she used to assess the woman before her and what she had said.

"You're proposing what - exactly?" Jolene asked.

"Quite straightforward" said Usha. "I take Ruth's place at this 'party'."

She then, slowly and deliberately uncrossed and re-crossed her long slender legs, ensuring that Jolene had ample time to see under her skirt.

Jolene's eyes widened as she got a very clear, if only momentary view up Usha's legs. There had been time enough however, for her to discover that Usha had the blackest pubic hair she had ever seen! 

"Well?" pressed Usha, remaining impassive.

"Deal!" Jolene answered without further hesitation.

"It's me, can you talk?" said Usha into the telephone, after Ruth had answered. 

After listening with incredulity to Usha's account of her meeting with Jolene, Ruth sobbed that 'she could not allow Usha to sacrifice herself to Jolene's mercy.'

"Ruth, darling, listen to me. This is the best - no, probably the only - deal you are going to get from that bitch. I have dealt with some tough people professionally, believe me, but she is one of the most uncompromising I have met. If you don't accept it, I am convinced that she will carry out her threat. Is that what you want - for your husband and family to know about Sam? Anyway, if I am happy to play along, why should you worry?" 

Usha paused and waited for Ruth to reply.

"OK, but why do I have to take you?" Ruth asked with concern.

"I'm not sure, but she was insistent that it is part of the deal. Don't worry - I will keep them distracted from you. Pick me up around 8.30." 

Usha, her body and mind afire with nervous anticipation, replaced the telephone before her friend could object further. 

"Alan?" she called to her husband, "I will be going out with Ruth tomorrow evening!"

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Everyday Tales Of Country Folk Ch. 04



Chapter 4 The Bull

Alan stood in the bedroom he shared with his new wife and watched her getting ready to go out. Usha was sitting in front of her dressing table, using the mirror to apply her make-up, wearing only her underwear of, stockings, suspenders, and panties plus a pair of high heeled shoes. No bra....she didn't need one, and Alan knew that her nipples would show clearly through the thin material of her little, black, silk dress, which was laid out on the bed behind her. 

Usha made no attempt to justify the way she was dressed. If her husband suspected what the evening had in store for his wilful wife, he was either unwilling, or, unable to protest, or to attempt to prevent it happening. 

She smiled at him as she stood and stepped into her tiny dress and turned her back for him to close the short zipper. She knew the effect her blatantly, revealing, apparel would have upon him as she admired herself in the long wall mirror; the dress was flimsy, short and cut low in the back, and the material moulded itself to her body, emphasising her slim, yet unquestionably feminine, shape.

"How do I look?" she asked -- then turned and left the room without waiting for a reply; his face had said all she needed to know!

Alan watched her walk away, her heels causing her hips to sway more than usual. His body, mind and emotions were in turmoil. The erection that had formed during his observation of her preparations did not diminish. It would prove to be a very long, agonising evening for him as he awaited her return.

For her part, Ruth dressed casually in Jeans and T shirt, plus a little black thong Usha encouraged her to buy when they shopped together, although she was unsure as to why she had chosen to wear it tonight. She had told David that she was going out with Usha, which was nothing exceptional, and he was happy to stay at home with the children. 

With a quick -- "Bye -- see you later -- don't wait up!" she left Brookfield, and drove over to collect Usha from the vicarage.

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Ruth and Usha arrived at the rear entrance to the Bull at the agreed time and were ushered inside by a waiting Sid. The woman had said very little during the short drive, but the tension between them had been electric! 

Without discussion, the two friends were separated. Jolene, after an appreciative inspection of Usha's minimal clothing, took her by the arm and steered her along the corridor, away from Ruth. 

Ruth however, was taken to the office by Sid. Once inside the office, Ruth was shown a CCTV colour monitor with sound. She recognised the room the camera was covering as the function room upstairs. Her heart nearly stopped as she also recognised, on the screen, the four men standing, chatting and drinking. Her breathing became more difficult as her brother, Kenton, turned and smiled directly at the camera. In a numb trance she witnessed the arrival of Usha and Jolene into the room to join the expectant men.

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As Jolene directed Usha into the function room she was equally as excited as the men, and jubilant when she saw their looks of surprise, amazement and pure lust as they discovered that the mystery guest for the night was none other than the beautiful, previously unattainable, wife of the vicar.

Usha strode into their company with a confident, sophisticated, almost aloof, manner. She returned their wide-eyed stares with a look that was simultaneously, quizzical, amused and challenging. 

Usha's arrival triggered a whole range of reactions and private individual thoughts within the assembled men. Mike, Neil, Eddie and Kenton had each secretly harboured lustful thoughts regarding Usha ever since she had arrived in the village. 

Mike Tucker often saw Usha around the village as each went about their daily business. Her professional demeanour and clothes had always reinforced Mike's belief that she was unattainable for the likes of working men like him. However, that had never prevented him from frequently fantasising about her when he masturbated alone in bed. Not that she, alone, featured in his imagination at such times; his daughter, Hayley, competed highly in that score. 

Neil Carter, who had amongst other interests, responsibility for bell-ringing at the church, had observed Usha arriving at, and leaving, the vicarage on numerous occasions. The sight of her, however distant or fleeting, never failed to stir his desire for her. His sexless and unsatisfying marriage only fuelled his envy of her husband. Not even in his wildest dreams, would he have imagined that one day he would get the chance to have this Asian princess himself. Now that day had arrived, he was a nervous, speechless, shadow of a man. But he was still a man and his penis was anything but unready.

Eddie Grundy could best be described as rough and ready and thought nothing of looking at woman like Usha in the street with open longing. The fact that Usha was often to be seen out, running in tight fitting clothes, only reinforced his lustful thoughts. Like the other two men, he could not have anticipated the good fortune Jolene had bestowed upon them tonight. He intended to maximise his opportunity!

Kenton Archer returned Usha's gaze with a similarly, amused, mischievous smile. Nothing much fazed Kenton, although Usha's unexpected appearance had been a mighty close thing. He felt his penis grow as his bright, deep blue eyes studiously undressed the woman before him. 

Jolene moved in close to Usha and, brushing her lips against the rich dark skin of the woman's neck, whispered in her ear -- "I hope you are going to put on a good show for my friends." 

"Oh, I have no intention of putting on a show; this is for me not them," Usha whispered as she, in turn, kissed Jolene's ear -- "but don't worry -- I think they will enjoy watching us play together. You do want to play don't you? " 

In reply, Jolene kissed Usha full on the lips and pressed her body against the other woman. Usha returned the kiss with open lips and felt her body stir as their tongues met and battled together. Her fingers found the zipper to Jolene's dress and it slid easily down, much to the vocal approval of the men.

The women kissed hard and undressed each other with haste. Unlike Usha, Jolene needed a bra, but this was expertly removed by Usha, leaving the two of them wearing only stockings, suspenders and tiny panties.

Falling to her knees, Usha reached for Jolene's panties which she pulled down slowly. Usha was delighted to note that Jolene's underwear was already damp, and she could smell her sexual arousal.

In unspoken agreement, the women swapped positions and Usha's panties, too, were removed without delay. As she worked them down Usha's toned thighs, Jolene was unable to resist planting a soft kiss on Usha's mound; as she did so, she breathed in the musky, heady scent of the woman's sex. 

The contrast between the two, almost naked, women was pronounced. Jolene had pale skin, large full breasts and a totally shaved pussy, whereas, Usha's skin was a dark golden colour, her breasts small and her black bush neatly trimmed.

There was no difference, however, in their desire for the other's body and they fell each upon the other with a lustful appetite. 

The men shouted their encouragement and moved around the mattresses to gain better vantage points from where to watch the two women as they openly enjoyed their lesbian encounter. Fingers, lips and tongues were employed by both women to lick, suck, finger fuck and rim the other.

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Ruth couldn't believe her eyes! She had never imagined that Usha was anything but straight, yet here she was, locked in a 69 with Jolene and giving as good as she was getting by the look of things. Ruth had never tasted pussy other than her own, and then only from a cock after she had been fucked. But the sight of her near naked best friend engaged in lesbian sex was making her feel very aroused, indeed. 

She was also transfixed by the sight of the men undressing, and then masturbating, as they watched the women and offered crude encouragement. These were men she had known since she arrived in Ambridge over 20 years ago, but she had never seen any of them naked, let alone fully aroused and proudly sporting erections. She noted that her brother was particularly well-blessed in the penis department and she was unable to drag her eyes away from his impressive erection. With dismay, she realised that her thong was getting wet with her own growing arousal.

Sid broke her fixation with the show by taking her by the hand and pulling her towards the stairway that led to the bedrooms. 

"No!" she protested, "we have a deal."

"Well, deal or no deal you are coming with me!" Sid asserted. "Or would you prefer me to call your husband and ask him to come over and collect you?" he finished, and looked hard at her.

Ruth knew she was in an indefensible situation and, with head lowered, she reluctantly but uncomplainingly followed Sid to a bedroom. Once inside he pushed her face down on the big bed and roughly unfastened and then pulled down her jeans until he could free them along with her shoes from her feet. Casting the clothing aside he quickly pulled her thong to one side. He unceremoniously slid three of his strong fingers deep into her cunt and, at the same time, pressed his thumb against her puckered anus. Ruth groaned and submitted to his violation of her most intimate body parts.

"I thought you didn't want to play, you stuck you bitch? But I can tell how wet and ready you are! It's time for you to know your place, Ruth Archer -- now get up on your knees and spread your cunt. I'm going to fuck the arse off you, you slut -- just like your cowman did!" 

Sid laughed as he watched her reluctantly obey his instructions.

Ruth reached back between her legs and spread her pussy lips with her fingers. Sid's cock brushed against her hand as he positioned himself behind her, making her spasm involuntarily.

"Keep still bitch," he barked, as he thrust his large cock deep into her in one move. She was so wet from her voyeuristic arousal that he had no problem getting into her and began to shaft her hard with long strokes. Unconsciously she continued to press her fingers against her clit and her thoughts went from her own plight, to visions of her friend in the other room.........

*******

Ruth need not have been concerned on Usha's behalf. She was enjoying every minute of her liaison with Jolene. The two were giving and receiving pleasure in equal measure and Usha could feel her body building towards a massive orgasm as her clit was being tongue-lashed by the very competent Jolene.

Jolene was an expert at oral sex with both cock and pussy. With a sustained assault on the other woman's clit, she soon had the delicious Usha in the throes of orgasm. She rolled away as Usha's orgasm subsided and said with a smile -- "There you are, boys -- she is nicely warmed up and all yours -- well, for now, anyway." 

With that, she headed to where she knew Sid had taken take Ruth Archer, as planned.

************ Jolene arrived just as Ruth began to near her own climax. The combination of the hard fuck she was receiving from Sid, the attention she was paying to her clit and the images of her naked friend and brother, were driving her to an unstoppable body-wrenching orgasm, the like of which she had not enjoyed since Sam left. 

She was driven over the top when Jolene replaced Ruth's fingers with her own and brought her off at the same time as, with her other hand, she milked Sid's heavy, full balls. Ruth felt Sid unload into her as he pumped his hard cock deep into her cunt.

After both Sid and Ruth had come, they collapsed onto the bed, before Sid pulled his still semi-hard cock from her. Ruth tried to get up, but Jolene had other plans for her and pressed her back onto the bed. With Ruth face down and her legs open, Jolene had free access to her private parts, She first touched Ruth's wet open lips, then inserted a finger into her, followed by a second and a third.

Each time she added another digit, Jolene let out a satisfied little noise. Ruth was unaware of Jolene's intentions, and was still wet from her own fuck juice and Sid's recent deposit, so was reasonably relaxed and able to accommodate Jolene's fingers. By the time she realised what Jolene's mission was, it was too late to escape. Jolene studiously worked her whole hand into the helpless Ruth and then proceeded to fist her relentlessly.

"Did you really think you were going to get away scot-free and have that slut do it all for you?" Jolene sneered.

Ruth's cries of anguish and pleading only managed to fuel Jolene's sadistic streak and to engender fresh life into Sid's cock.

******

After Jolene had departed, Usha knelt on the edge of one of the mattresses facing the four men. They moved forward almost as one to form a semi-circle around her. Usha looked calmly from one to the other, before reaching out to take hold of Neil Carter's erect penis. Neil was so excited that he positively quivered in Usha's hand and she knew that he was unlikely to last long. 'Hardly surprising', she thought -- 'I doubt he gets much attention from his prudish wife.' Usha's mind then turned to Neil's daughter, Emma, who was a very different prospect and quite a fun girl if the rumours were accurate. As she took Neil into her mouth, some kink in Usha's complex brain conjured up an image of a naked Emma Carter being roasted by the Grundy brothers and a little tremor ran though her body.

After a few minutes attention from Usha's educated mouth, Neil was on the verge of erupting and, not wanting him to come yet, she stopped and turned to Mike Tucker.

Again she took Mike in hand and then her mouth and, as she did so, she wondered how often the widower got laid? She speculated that it was unlikely to be often, if at all, outside of the 'Cider Club' and that only happened once a month. She imagined him masturbating and hoped that he had at times thought about her has he did so.

Usha wasn't to know but Mike had often had her at the centre of his fantasy as he masturbated alone in his bed. He could hardly believe that here she was, sucking on his rigid cock. He was disappointed that she stopped when she did, but also relieved that he had managed not to come, despite being on the very brink of doing so.

Next she turned to Eddie Grundy. She had always found him to be somewhat course and crude, but tonight she wasn't concerned about his manners; just his cock, which like the others before, she took into her mouth and sucked expertly.

Finally, she turned to Kenton Archer. Kenton was a few years younger than the other men, taller and with, Usha noted with pleasure, a very good-sized penis, which stood proudly over a large pair of testicles. She took hold of him and looked up to his smiling face, her eyes meeting his and seeing the amusement that danced within them. She had always had a soft spot for Kenton; his cavalier, devil-may-care approach, although in total contrast to her own philosophy on life, somehow appealed to her.

Usha took her time to appraise Kenton and his cock, right there before her face. She ran her hands up his long, firm thighs and weighed his balls in one hand. With the other hand, she circled his cock at the base and, again, smiled inwardly in appreciation of its size and girth, her small hand just managing to close around it. 

True to character, Usha's mind was running at full speed, even as she slowly manipulated Kenton's manhood. She was thinking that she was going to need a steady supply of quality sex; her husband was neither able, nor equipped, to provide the pleasure she sought. However, with someone like Kenton around, maybe she could have what she wanted, whenever she wanted it!

Returning all her attention to Kenton's cock, she leaned forward and licked the large pearl of pre-come from the eye of the bulbous cock head before setting about pleasuring him with a vengeance. She felt his balls begin to tighten in their sack and when she slipped her hand further between his legs and with care, but a firm pressure, raked her long, manicured, fingernail over his anus, he almost jumped.

Releasing Kenton from her lips, she turned onto her hands and knees before him. He needed no further invitation and knelt behind her. Reaching between her legs, she took hold of his weapon and guided him to her wet and very ready pussy. Kenton let out a loud, guttural sound has he slid effortlessly into the beautiful Asian woman. His buttocks clenched and his balls swung under him as he shafted her with long, powerful thrusts.

As Kenton repeatedly filled her, Usha again considered, favourably, the prospect of taking him as a regular lover. Her fertile mind moved into overdrive again, this time imagining her husband watching her with this stud; how pathetic he would look standing there naked, with his little cock sticking out as she was mounted and thoroughly fucked by this stallion. 

Usha's thoughts were broken by the arrival of Eddie's cock close by her face. Without a seconds hesitation she greedily took him into her mouth and worked her tongue and lips on his shaft.

The evening was long and the action frenetic as she was used by the men in every combination and position imaginable. At one point, she recalled being fucked by Neil whilst simultaneously being buggered by Kenton's big cock and sucking off Mike.

Eddie, crude as ever, had sat astride her breasts, verbally abusing her and masturbating. When he ejaculated, he did so over her face and tits. Usha, sitting up, looked him straight in the eye and after wiping a drop of come from her face and licking it from her finger, she leaned forward to take his rapidly deflating cock into her mouth and sucked him dry. She was please to observe that, despite his earlier bravado and abuse of her and her husband, Eddie was unable to hold her steady gaze and turned away quickly.

Usha was a very willing and active participant, who, at times, could be heard, cajoling and spurring the men on, challenging them to give her their best. Indeed, they did the best they were capable of and then some. Each man came in one of her orifices, or over her tits and face at least twice during their sustained, and at times coordinated, assault on her body.

Usha, who was busy with Mike and Neil, was vaguely aware of Jolene rejoining the party. Although she was unaware, and if she was honest, unconcerned, about where the other woman had been. She half suspected that Sid and Jolene may have been having some fun with Ruth and that was why they had insisted that Ruth attend. 'So be it,' she mused. She had done all she could to help her friend.

Jolene sank onto the mattress beside Kenton and rolled him onto his back. Working her oral magic, she soon had him stiff again, which was a considerable, feat given that, only a short time before, Kenton had pumped his second load of sperm into Usha. Having achieved her goal, Jolene sat astride Kenton and lowered her hungry cunt onto his resurrected rod. 

Sid, having had his fill of Ruth, rejoined the group a little after his wife. 

Usha, having drained both Mike and Neil, was entertaining herself by watching Jolene ride Kenton. Seeing Sid enter the room, she stood and walked over to him. Directing him to one of the vacant chairs, she encouraged him to sit, then straddled him to enable his cock to slide up her gaping, over-used cunt. Sid allowed Usha to grind herself on his cock for some minutes before using his powerful legs and back to effortlessly stand, with Usha impaled on his thick rod. With Usha's arms and legs wrapped around him Sid walked her to a mattress, where sinking to his knees, he lowered her down on her back. With her legs now over his shoulders, having waited all night to have her, he began to fuck her hard.




Everyday Tales Of Country Folk Ch. 04



**********

Ruth took time out to clean herself up after Sid had left her alone. Taking off her wet thong, which, bizarrely, she had retained throughout her ordeal, she stuffed it into her bag which she had left back in the office. 

The CCTV was still running and she arrived in time to watch Usha being fucked by Sid, and Jolene riding Kenton's cock. The others looked spent and flaccid as they sat and also watched what was to be the final action of the night. Ruth was ashamed of the fact that she was unable to keep her eyes off her brother's cock, which was exposed repeatedly as Jolene rose and fell upon it.

Kenton came hard for the third time that night at the same time that Jolene climaxed on his cock and collapsed on his broad chest. Jolene quickly rolled off him and he then moved to kneel beside Usha's head as she was being pounded by Sid.

Ruth watched in fascination as, without a second's hesitation, Usha licked and sucked Kenton's cock clean of the cocktail of his sperm and Jolene's pussy juice. She even washed his big balls with her tongue. Again Ruth could not deny her arousal at the sight of Kenton's cock and her friend's lewd display. 

'What's happened to me?' she thought to herself, in self disgust at her body's betrayal.

Sid came deep in Usha as she reached yet another orgasm. She had lost count of the number of times she had come that evening, on hand, tongue and cock. As with Kenton earlier, Usha put on a display of cleaning Sid's cock and balls.

Exhausted, the men left, but not before Usha handed Kenton a card with her telephone numbers and he rewarded her with a wide smile, a long final kiss and a squeeze of her bottom.

Returning to the office with Sid and Jolene, Usha was reunited with Ruth and they were allowed to depart for home using the same door they had used to make their entry some hours earlier. If they had hoped to leave unnoticed, then they were unlucky.

Neil Carter had scurried off home as quickly as he could after leaving the pub, ever fearful that his wife would suspect his late return. Mike and Eddie had no such worries and sauntered to their respective houses without a care in the world. 

Kenton however, went no further than a park bench on the village green, from where he could see the Bull. Being in deep shadow, it was impossible for anyone to see him as he sat and waited without a sound. Not sure why he was waiting, he was nonetheless rewarded for his dalliance, as he saw not just Usha, but also his brother's wife, Ruth, emerge from the pub and make their way quickly to Ruth's car.

As the vehicle sped away, Kenton could not contain his glee at his good fortune in what he had seen. He and Ruth would be having some very interesting conversations; and much, much more he suspected. He strolled home with a very active mind, all tiredness from the physical efforts that evening forgotten.

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To be continued.

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Everyday Tales Of Country Folk



Usha looked at the others and realised that with or without her they intended to party. Not one to miss out on the chance for new and exciting challenges, Usha returned Erica's smile and removed her clothes. Her heart skipped when a now totally naked Erica closed the short distance between them and pressed her body against Usha as she kissed her. Usha was on fire, every nerve alive, her clit throbbed and her hands seemed to take on a life of their own as they ran all over Erica.

Watched by Hugo, the two beautifully contrasting girls, sank to the floor together. Erica, despite her age, demonstrated how experienced and knowledgeable a lesbian lover she was. She bestowed pleasures on Usha that she had never experienced with a man.  

With Erica's tuition and Hugo's encouragement, Usha learned the art of pleasuring a woman. As with all her studies, Usha proved to be enthusiastic and talented. She was to make good use of those newly gained skills over the years.

How she looked forward to drip feeding these early events in her sex life to her new husband over the coming weeks, months and years of their marriage! 

Her treatment of Alan that night, set the general trend of their sex together during the remaining days of the honeymoon; flirting, followed by a graphic dialogue from Usha rendering Alan to near tears, ejaculation and female positional dominance resulting in orgasm for her. When relating previous sexual encounters to stimulate her husband, Usha would ensure she described the men's erections very favourably when comparing them to his own, knowing that this had a bitter/sweet effect upon him. She used it intentionally and without mercy, to dominate him and to bring him to orgasm. 

All that aside they remained a couple genuinely, very much in love.

Usha had much to tell her friend!

This is the first of 5 chapters which tells Usha's story.

I am happy to receive mail from fellow Archers fans or other readers.