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Moving Home

By: jonteD



As she reflected over the years the memories were good, the happiness shone through although, as with every couple, times had been hard, words had been spoken. But both she and Steve had found that the love they had was strong enough, a bond together against all those who spat at them, a fortress against the malice. Neither regretted, those few years past, leaving respective partners to live as a couple.

They had both cried, both needed the other for support. That is where the love came in, shoulders where previously there had been none. A relationship borne out of love for sure, but a relationship cast in stone by each others relentless appetite for sexual adventure. Neither had known another so wanting, so demanding, yet so giving. Steve, not shy at having his hand rising between two parting legs, had been surprised, but so happy, to have Helen’s first sexual touch the one that found his bulge. 

Helen looked back at the times they had made love in the house, not just to each other but to passing friends too as parties ran their course. Every room told a tale, each wall whispered a secret of breathless bodies, each carpet bore the stains of want.

She wondered, but a fruitless thought, how many times they had made love in the main bedroom. Perhaps if not how many times then how many positions? No record book to recall, just sweet memories. Within the bedroom how sweet was the lovemaking that Sunday morning that left them bruised from falling to the floor and how did they just remain interlocked? That bright Sunday morning, Steve entering her vagina in time to the peal of the nearby church bells. Cum all ye faithful.

He was a pest that man of hers. That time in the kitchen when they had returned from work together. Would he never leave her alone? Thankfully not! There she was at the sink, washing up the breakfast things left untouched by the normal late rush. Sure, the skirt she had on was short, sure she had stockings on, sure she was as horny as he was but, but, but …. Oh my. Did he have go behind her, kiss the back of neck, reach to her skirt and lift it? Did he have to lift it so high, lick at her butt crack. Did he have to make her so wet? Moreover, did he have to lift her onto the sink, pull down her knickers, push his cock roughly into her wet hole, fuck her like he had been without for ever? Maybe not, but hell, that was so good.

Some lovers don’t bath together. Perhaps they fight over who should take the taps end? The answer is of course that, unless you want your lover to toe fuck you, neither of you have the taps end! Lay your man down in the bath, lay on top of him, insert one cock, stir gently, bring to boil. The bathroom had been a constant source of sperm transfer from Steve to Helen. Whether in the bath, on the floor where she got her pussy astride his face and watched his expression as her juices escaped into his mouth, or, more often, in the shower. All lovers should make out in the shower, explore the body, sense the feelings of your lover, learn.

The games they played. Dressing up games between themselves and many friends. That game played in the lounge when Helen had been blindfolded and had taken all the men in her mouth for a tasting just to see if she could recognise them all. Okay, so she did recognise most of them. So what? Helen also recalled that orgy in there too. God, at least six, maybe seven, couples in various positions all over the room. She had had at least three guys fuck her pussy, another cum in mouth and one or two cum over her face as she watched Steve shoot over the boobs of that coloured girl in the nurses outfit. Messy, but so fine. No regrets.

Moving was a shame but better things ahead for them. Strange how different things remind of different times. Each stain a moment of loving. Seemed to Helen that her pussy had been made to leak all over the fucking house. Geez, look at that stain on the stair carpet! To be honest, how they had got away without fatal injury from some of the times their bodies had been coupled was beyond her.

The two smaller bedrooms had seen a fair amount of action too. The greatest fun it seems comes from nothing at all with one of the bedrooms being bare save for the carpet. The times Steve had taken Helen from behind as she looked out of the window. How many of the neighbours had waved up at the window and yet not known that Steve was deep inside Helen at that very moment. And those blindfold fumbles where no intercourse was allowed, just touches, short touches. The smallest bedroom? Waterbed – say no more.

Out in the garden the gnomes could tell a tale or two. Where others others mowed their grass to close cropped perfection so on summers nights Helen was being fucked by Steve on the imperfect grass. What was that sound? A dog, a fox, a bird crying into the night? No, that was Helen being shafted long and hard in the back garden.

Helen was in love with Steve, knew his mind, knew his heart too. That womans instinct when things are wrong, that timing when to give gentle loving, when to play the games, how to deal with anger, to wipe away stray tears, what to say, the patience to stay. Of all the loving that they had the simple task of holding hands was the dearest to them both. After the years of pain Helen looked forward to staying with Steve forever and a day. This house had bought them closer and then closer still.

The first time they ever made love in this house was after a candlelit meal of fish and chips. Not the most romantic at first sight but when you have no electricity the options are limited. Food eaten Steve had brushed all the remains and knives and forks to the bare floorboards. Helen got the message. She undressed, climbed on the table, spread her legs and let her man invade her vagina and make sweet, sweet love. That stain on the dining room table had never come out.

A bang on the toilet door.

“Pickfords love. We’re all packed up now and we’re off”.

“Just coming”, replied Helen as, with knickers round one ankle, she rose from and sank onto Steve’s cock. Toilet – the full set.

Moving Home



We're moving house. We didn't want to but they insisted - the tenants in the other apartments that is. They say I make too much noise. Balls! The walls may seem to be made of paper but don't tell me they can hear us over their TVs. 

Anyway Master nearly always gags me before we start. We keep a bowl of apples on the table and when he's in the mood he'll say 'Open Wide', just like my old dentist - in the days when I could afford a dentist. And when I open my mouth, why he pushes an apple between my teeth. Sometimes he ties a scarf round my mouth to keep it in place, but mostly he leaves it to me to decide - he's kind and considerate that way. 

So it's not my screams, or the sound of his hand on my arse, or the flogger on my breasts and thighs, or my moans when he finally rams himself in my welcoming hole. 

No, it's envy. We mean everything to each other and it shows. We can't get enough of each other. It's there for all the neighbours to see. 

The way he holds his arm around me when we go out, his hand under my cropped tee shirt massaging a sore, bra-less boob, occasionally tugging the chain joining my nipple rings. The times when my cheeks are a bit streaky, my eyes slightly swollen - people can see that not long before I was crying with the blessed pain.

Not that its taking us any real effort to move. We don't own much. Our Ipod, the laptop, a couple of books, and our toys - the cuffs; the ropes; the paddles, whips and floggers; and the hefty ringbolt that he screwed into the lintel above the bedroom door. We've also got a suitcase with a some clothes for when we need to go out to the shops, or to panhandle for a few pence - we rarely bother to wear anything in the apartment. It's fun to see the reaction of a salesman or unsuspecting visitor who, having made the mistake of knocking on our door, is answered by one of us, naked as the day we were born.

Master says it's a coincidence - they do happen - that we're moving home on the anniversary of when we met. It certainly doesn't seem a year since he found me sitting on a bench in the park crying with despair. 

I'd come from seeing my mother buried - I never knew my father - and now I was an orphan, alone in the world. Too old they said to go into care, to become the responsibility of the state. Too inexperienced to fend for myself. What was I to do without money and a place to live?

Sobbing, I told him the only practical solution I'd come up with was to sell my body to the men who kept staring at me - it seemed they couldn't keep their lustful eyes off my long legs and big tits. But how to do it; what to charge; how to make sure they paid? 

He was gentle, said that if I wished he would look after me. I was too naive to distrust him, and so I became his woman. Fortunately, within a couple of days, it became clear that we were truly meant for each other and couldn't contemplate ever living apart.

However, it took longer to discover what best pleased and satisfied the other. Those first few of weeks I used my safety word a lot, until he slowly came to appreciate how much of the pain I so desired I could actually accept, and I learnt how to use my hands and tongue to evoke his deepest pleasures.

He celebrated the end of our first month together by presenting me with a collar, complete with a loop at the front to which he could clip my leash. Never have I so welcomed a gift. To be allowed to wear the mark of his ownership for all the world to see. 

Then for my birthday - I may not look it, but I'll have you know it was my nineteenth - he took me to meet a friend of his who owed him a favour.

Sat on an upright chair I was told to remove my top. Mesmerized, the friend stared at my naked tits for several minutes then said, 'You always were a lucky bugger, Paul.' After which he teased and pinched my nipples until they stood hard and erect. 

To the side he had a blowtorch. Holding a large needle in a pair of pliers he carefully held it in the flame. When it was cool again he nodded to Master and, leaning forward, grasped my left tit. Master stood behind me and held my shoulders as the friend pushed the needle through my nipple. It's just as well Master is strong for I struggled and cried out at the pain. Pulling the needle out the friend replaced it with a large silver ring. I'd nearly fainted, but they ignored me and methodically proceeded to fit another ring through my right nipple. 

Tears were streaming down my face as Master thanked his friend and took me home. There he produced what had once been a silver chain necklace and threaded it between the two rings.

Before using me that evening he held me in front of the bathroom mirror and let me admire the two rings with their linking chain that now decorated my tits. I had to agree it looked superb, worth all the pain. He's promised that next birthday I shall have one for my clit. 

Because it's our anniversary and all, we're going to make a small ceremony of the move. He's had me clip his hair at the back, where he keeps it in a short ponytail, while he's shaved his bristles and tidied up the greying bits at the sides. I've trimmed my pussy, and together we've washed, dried and brushed my long hair. I'd thought of cutting it but he says he likes the way I keep it in a long plait that reaches down to my nestle against my butt. With clean tops and our jeans freshly washed we look smart. 

Occasionally people wonder if he's old enough to be my father - he says it's possible, and that I'm certainly young enough to be his daughter. Which seems to confuse them - except the ones that are clever enough to note the difference between physical ages and mental ages.

We arrive at our new abode just before midday. The lift carries a stark notice Out of Order, which means we have haul out cases up the six floors of stairs. If it's normally like this, then it's as well we don't go out often.

Breathless we reach our new front door. Master unlocks it and steps inside. As I go to follow he stops, drops his cases and turns to take mine - indicating that I'm to wait outside. Our bags settled he comes back to where, mystified, I await him. Smiling broadly he reaches down and with one hand behind my knees and the other around my back sweeps me off my feet.

Bearing me like a fragile and precious possession he carries me across the threshold as if I am a new bride. I almost break down and cry with the joy of his kindness.

'Right,' he says, 'let's get organized then we can start playing.' Playing, that's what he calls the centre of our lives, the times when we seek to give each other a glimpse of heaven. 

The small amount of furniture in the apartment is worn, but what do you expect of a cheap rental. As I unpack the case containing our clothes and place them in the scratched chest Master screws the hook over the bedroom door - at least that's what I think until I notice that from somewhere he has found four ring bolts, one for each corner of the frame. Great, that means I can be spread eagled upright as well as on the bed.

He finishes first and delving in one of the bags comes up with the two cans of beer we had been saving for a rainy day. 

'They talk of wetting the head of a new born baby, so I think we should wet the door of our new found home,' he announces, opening the cans. 'A toast, to our home and all who play in it.'

'Most appropriate,' I say wandering over to survey the view from the window. Though the only thing to be seen is the block across the way. 

Master comes and stands behind me. 

'We'll have to get some curtains. If the guys over there see us at play they might decide to call the cops.' I tell him.

'Right you are,' he says gently stroking my shoulders. Then he lifts the back of my crop top and licks along my spine, sending a tingle right through me.

I place my empty can on the window sill and lift my top off over my head. As I drop it on the floor, from somewhere a gentle breeze strokes my bare flesh. A grunt of satisfaction from Master and his hands slide round to capture my firm breasts. 

Spreading my hands on the window sill to take my weight I lean forward allowing my tits to hang freely. He squeezes and pulls my nipples pretending to milk me like a cow. It's one of his favourite ploys, though to be perfect I should be lactating and he should drink from me. Perhaps, one day soon - I hope.

Briefly I can feel his tool, hard and erect, press between my buttocks before he pulls away a pace and finds the fastening of my jeans. Speedily they, and my panties, are around my ankles. I kick off my trainers and step out of the cloth.

At last he has me naked. We are truly at home. 

Grasping the chain joining my nipple rings he leads me to the bedroom door. On the way he selects an apple from the bowl I have placed on the table. Automatically I open my mouth for him to stuff it, as usual, between my teeth - he doesn't have to tell me any more.

He slides a hand down the swell of my belly, ruffles the short hairs of my bush, then cups my mons. 'You belong to me, and this is for my use only. I will permit no other man to touch it,' he whispers the regular litany. 

It makes me feel so proud. I want to talk, to assure him that I will be his for always, but I can only grunt into the apple as I thrust my hips forward, delighting in his touch.

Picking up the cuffs from where he had left them on the floor he places a soft kiss on my forehead before taking my left wrist, raising it above my head and clipping it to the first of the ring bolts he's screwed into the door frame. Then he shackles my other hand and my ankles to the remaining rings. I'm standing spread eagled in the doorway facing into the lounge, the stretch of my arms lifting and shaping my humongous boobs.

He gathers a tit in each hand, hefting and weighing them. I know he delights in the way they overflow his palms as he lowers his head and traces the edge of their areoli with his tongue, sucking my nipples until they stand proud and ready. He nips one bud with his teeth as he pinches the other with his fingers. I feel a tingling sensation build up from my toes to my center and I moan softly into the apple.

After several minutes worshiping my tits his hand moves down slowly, caressingly, the finger tips barely stroking my skin; past my navel, across my belly, to ruffle my pussy hair then scratch my slit. My wide stretched legs give him the room he needs to rub my swollen lips, tease my clit. I try to push my hips forward to meet his hand, but the cuffs hold me back.

I'm wet now. My breathing is becoming faster. He pushes first one then two fingers into my yearning tunnel. 

'Enough, enough, don't tease me. Do it!' I want to scream at him but the apple only lets me grunt.

He pulls out his fingers and, licking them, grins at me. 'I know, I know. You're always so impatient.'

Leaving me aching for release he disappears into the kitchen. I can hear him opening cupboard doors and drawers. 'Where did she put them?' He mutters.

At last he returns. I can see from the bulge in his jeans that he's becoming aroused. Soon he will release me and allow me to suck his beautiful cock. However, first he will satisfy my need to feel the glorious bite of the flogger.

But wait, what's this? This is new. He grasps a boob with one hand and with the other carefully fits a spring clothes peg on its nipple. Then he does the other. Then puts two or three on each of my pussy lips. They hurt. Not too much. I think I could come to like it.

Crossing to our toy box he searches for a long, thin hank of cord. Unwinding it he folds it into two and hangs the bend over my head, half the slack running down across each breast. This bit is one of my favourites and I sigh contentedly as he winds the cord tightly around the base of each boob, making them swell and stand out with the trapped blood. 

There's still a good length of cord left on each side which he leads down between my cunni lips and up to my hips where he ties them together around my waist. Now, as I move, the rough cord slides to and fro between my lips and across my clit adding a counterpoint to the stings to come.

'Tight enough?' he asks. I nod my head. 

Back at the toy box he picks out a multi tailed flogger, the soft lashes about thirty inches long, and a short-handled riding whip with a braided leather lash. He thinks a moment then discards the quirt. It's his favourite because it hurts more, but it also leaves marks and he prefers my skin smooth and unblemished.

The first blow of the flogger lands on the upper part of my thighs, then he gradually works up across my mound, my belly, my breasts. Each stroke stings beautifully, not hard enough to cause extreme pain but all together they get me panting and groaning.

Pushing past me into the bedroom he flips my plait forward over my shoulder then concentrates on giving my back and arse a good workout - developing a fast, rhythmic tempo. Finally he senses I'm about to come and returns to stand before me.

There is a surge of pain through my tender tits as he grasps the pegs on my nipples and yanks them off with his free hand allowing the blood to flow again - all the time he's lashing harder and harder with the flogger. I spasm and wince, straining at my bonds as the cord scrapes between my pussy lips. Each torment is fine but together they send me over the top and I shudder and gasp as the first orgasm of the session overtakes me.

Grinning at me he strips off his shirt and jeans as, panting, I slowly recover. Naked, his cock thrusts erect and proud, ready for my attention.

Master unshackles my wrists and ankles but leaves the cord wound round my boobs and cunni. I fall to my knees before him. Raising my head his engorged cock slips between my welcoming lips. It's hard and hot.

Not too fast. I let him slip from my mouth and wrap his thick tool in my hands. Slowly I lick it back and forth like a drink on a stick; I flick the bulbous tip with my tongue, then slide down and suck his balls. When he moans I again fold my lips around his velvety shaft. I tickle his sac with my nails. He puts a hand each side of my head and pulls me deeper. I hear him moan and know he's close. 

Roughly he me pushes back a little and, hands on my waist, raises me slightly so that his spurting cum splatters across my breasts and belly, a couple of drops clinging to a nipple ring before sliding along the silver chain. I don't want it on my tits, I want it in my hole, but he maintains that would be too quick. This initial burst is just to prepare him - to let him get control. Later, when he cums again, he will take his time and empty his load deep into my craving cunni.

Carefully he massages his cum into my boobs and belly, soothing the bite of the flogger, then leads me toward the bed. He lays back, watching, as I carefully detach the pegs on my pussy lips, then unwind the cord. The anguish when I rub my hands over my abused flesh is just bearable. Master has come to know exactly how far to take me. 

Standing before him squeezing and caressing my tits, from time to time slipping a finger first into my cunni then into my mouth to taste myself, I watch his tool once more grow stiff. I'm teasing him, making him wait as he made me wait.

At last I can delay no longer, I want him as much, nay more, than he wants me. 

I climb onto the bed and kneel across him. As I lower myself I'm sitting on his belly. Leaning back slightly I can feel his divine weapon nestling between my buttocks. Reaching behind I close my fingers around it and lightly rub up and down while my other hand strokes his chest and tweaks his nipples.

He tries to raise his head, hinting that I should kiss him. So I flick my lips across his, lean in to bite an earlobe, then relent and slip my tongue into his mouth. We dance the tongue tango.

He starts wriggling his hips, trying to position his tip at my entrance but I'm not quite ready. Lowering my shoulders I brush his lips with my nipples. First one then the other until he opens his mouth and starts to suck like a starving child. But then he is - starving for me as I'm starving for him. 

Slowly raising my arse I edge back along the bed letting the tip of his tool slide down my crack until it is pressing against my opening. He thrusts up with his hips trying to enter me but, laughing, I go up with him until he gives up and admits I'm in control. Only then do I lower myself, guiding him into me. Gradually, little by little, I impale myself on his wonderful weapon, delighting in the feel of sheathing his strong length. When he is completely home I bounce a bit, wait, bounce a bit more, wait a little longer as he groans and pleads with me to 'Get on with it'. 

His hands are on my tits, toying with my rings, caressing and squeezing my firm flesh. Without his help I have to do all the work, lifting and lowering myself on protesting knees. This bed creaks, the headboard knocks against the wall. We'll have to move it a bit before the neighbours complain.

Master is squirming and moaning and I'm beginning to feel the pressure building, so I bring one hand up to caress a boob, the other I drop between my thighs to rub my clit. I'm aiming to cum at the exact moment he does.

Master drops his hands to my hips, urging me to pump faster. I nearly lose him on the up stroke and thump solidly onto his pelvis on the down. My head is back. I'm gasping and moaning. I can feel the sweat on my skin. My tits are jumping. My thighs are quivering with my efforts. Relentlessly I ride him.

Now! It is there. I give a sharp cry. He groans. We explode together. I feel his hot spend spurting into my greedy reliquary. I arch my back and let my fluids welcome his seed. 

Falling forward onto his strong chest, Master's arms hold me tight and I succumb to my delirious happiness. Later he kisses me and murmurs, 'Again?'.

Opening my eyes I nod, then look round at our surroundings. They're cheap and shabby. So what? Homes collect an aura from the people who've lived there in the past which shape and affect the lives of those who come after. As we entered I felt an air of sunny joyfulness, so I care not what this place may look like. We are going to be happy here, Master and I. We are home.

End



Moving House



Michael had had a bit of luck when he started looking for a new house. He heard through friends that Mr. Robertson had landed a good job overseas and was looking to sell house and furniture as a package deal. He was able to step in and get the house at a good price, not dirt cheap but possibly slightly under market, as Mr. Robertson was willing to cut the price a little for a fast settlement, as they were leaving very shortly.

With everything in the lawyers hands and the funds in escrow Mr. Robertson was free to fly out straight away, and for a nominal rental Mike was able to move in the day after. Mr. Robertson warned Mike that his daughter, Deirdre, had left a few boxes in the garage and would probably wander past some time to collect them. She was twenty now, and instead of moving overseas with them had opted to rent a flat with some friends. He'd let her know that Mike had already moved in so she wouldn't just barge in on him.

A few days had passed and Mike was settled in and working in his office when he heard noises outside. There was laughter and talking, and the sound of someone jumping in the pool. Curious, he wandered out into the yard to see what was going on. His curiosity was heightened when he saw that the noise was coming from three young women who were apparently sunning themselves and relaxing around the pool, nude.

He hesitated about approaching, but then thought the hell with it. It's my place and if they want to run around here naked I'm entitled to ask why. He was walking over to where two of the girls were sunbaking when the girl in the pool screamed and pointed to him. Mike started to smile at the mixed reactions, then stopped and stood quite still. The girl in the pool had ducked down against the edge of the pool, while one of the sunbathers had promptly hunched over to conceal herself. He was OK with those reactions, but unfortunately the second sunbather, the one nearest him had turned her head to look at him, lunged up and grabbed a gun out of her bag, and was now pointing it at him. Nasty looking thing, that gun, and even nastier was the way her hand was shaking. 

Before he could say anything, the girl was yelling at him, calling him names and telling to get the hell out of there. Mike was getting really irritated with this. "What the hell?" he thought. "This is my house. They're the trespassers and they're ordering me off?"

"Alright," Mike said, in what he hoped was a soothing voice, "let's just put the gun down and you can explain to me what you're doing here."

"Just go away," yelled the girl.

"Look," snapped Mike, "I don't like guns pointing at me. If you don't put it away, now, I will take it off you and then put you over my knee. Neither of us want that, now do we."

"I'm not putting it down. Just go away. We're calling the police, and then you'll be in trouble."

Mike sighed, loudly. "There will be no need to call the police." His thumb jerked towards the house as he continued, "Charlie was probably calling the cops as soon as you pulled the gun."

"Idiot," he thought, as the girl swung startled eyes towards the house. 

As soon as her eyes moved he had taken a quick stride forward and to the right, moving away from the front of the gun and putting himself in easy reach. His hand clamped on hers before she even had time to look back at him, taking the gun off her with ease.

"Warned you," he murmured, putting the gun down out of reach of the other girls, while sitting down on the recliner the girl had just left. Tugging on the hand he was still holding, the young woman suddenly found herself face down across his knee. She started to yell, when the yell turned into a squeal as his hand came down firmly on her bottom. 

"I don't like guns," he explained, using his hand to emphasise what he was saying. "They're dangerous things, especially in the hands of silly little girls."

The girl on the recliner protested. "If you've got eyes you can plainly see we're not little girls, and the gun is not loaded anyway. Deirdre knew that, as I told her so when I showed her the gun."

"Really, and who are you, and why are you wandering about with an empty gun?"

"I'm Susan. It's my dad's gun. I'm returning it for a friend of his who borrowed it."

"And you checked personally, to see that it was unloaded? Did Deirdre also check? As far as I'm concerned that's a loaded gun."

"Yes, I checked. You can bet your ass on that gun being empty," came the sarcastic reply.

"Actually, you just bet your own ass on it, smartie. I'm going to check the gun and if it's loaded, you're going across my knee as well, for stupidity with a loaded gun," growled Mike, still pissed off about the whole issue. Pulling guns on him, loaded or no. He could've had a heart attack.

"Check away," came the flippant reply, "then go away. You're not wanted here."

Mike picked up the gun. "OK, safety is off. That was careless of you. The magazine is out. That's a plus for you. Last check..." Mike worked the slide and the round up the spout flew out onto the grass.

"Oh dear," he murmured, as the girls paled while looked at the bullet on the ground. "So that idiot gets her hands on a gun, that doesn't have the safety on and has a round up the spout. And people wonder how accidents happen."

"Looks like you lose," he added, moving quietly toward Susan, who jumped to her feet, starting to back away.

Mike ignored her attempts to apologise. He sat down, pulled Susan across his knee, and told her she could consider what was coming just a session of negative reinforcement to encourage the observation of gun safety. 

There followed a few unpleasant moments for Susan, who was shortly back on her face with a red bottom, to match the furious and embarrassed flush on her face.

A voice then spoke up. "I'm Michelle. Are you now going to look for an excuse to beat me as well?"

Mike laughed. "No. All you've done is hide naked in the pool. Of course, if you're feeling left out by all means step forward and bend over for a little spank."

Michelle looked at him and then across at Susan and Deirdre. They were shaking their heads, while their hands hovered near but not touching their bottom. Michelle climbed slowly out of the pools and moved over to join them, the three giving each other moral support. Apart from giving Mike a defiant glare, Michelle showed no inclination to bend over and get her own bottom smacked.

"Now the reason why I'm here, is to ask why you're here, swimming in my pool. Not that I've any objection, but why am I so honoured."

"It's not your house. It's my father's house," snapped Deirdre. "We're entitled to be here. You're the trespasser." 

"Ah. You're Deirdre. Your father said he'd speak to you. Obviously he failed to tell you that with all papers signed and the money in escrow while the lawyers do their thing, he permitted me to move in early for a modest rental fee."

"He mentioned something about rent," whispered Deirdre. "but we were saying goodbye for a while and I wasn't listening. We were coming to grab some of my stuff, but it was a hot day and we thought the place would be empty for weeks, so we decided to have a swim."

"You're right about it being a hot day. I'm busy and have to go back in and buckle down to work. Feel free to stay and have your swim and I'll stay out of your way. I'll put some towels out for you and you can help yourselves to drinks or snacks in the kitchen."

The three girls had a hurried discussion, and voted to stay for a while.

"I'll leave the towels on the table. I think it would be wise to actually wear one if you come into the house."

"Why bother?" came the cheeky reply. "You've already seen it all."

Mike laughed. "Because I'm showing steely self control by not ravishing you all, here and now. I can't guarantee the same self control if I find any of you wandering about the house naked."

Derisive laughter followed him back into the house.

The three young women continued sunbaking and swimming, enjoying a lazy time. Michelle finally decided to get a drink. 

"Don't forget your towel," Susan called, with a smirk on her face. 

Michelle laughed, grabbing a towel, winding it around her as she went, returning shortly after with a drink in one hand and just clutching the towel in front of her in the other.

"What happened to you towel?" asked an amused Susan.

"I didn't have it on tight enough. It fell off when I bent over to pick up a drink from the bottom of the fridge. I just grabbed my drink, picked up the towel and came out again. Unravished, you will notice."

"Oh, bad luck," cooed Susan. "Maybe next time," she added, to general hilarity.

A short while later, feeling thirsty, Deirdre grabbed a towel and headed into the kitchen. As she entered, the latch on the wire door caught the edge of the towel and pulled at it, loosening it. Not bothering to rewind it, Deirdre held it firmly in place while she inspected the fridge. Clutching the towel while prying into the fridge turned out to be little awkward, resulting in Deirdre irritably tossing the towel onto the counter top while she bent into the fridge. "I'll rewrap the stupid thing in a second," she thought, "after I've got a drink." 

Deirdre was bending over checking what was in the fridge when she felt the hand on back, and just quietly froze in place.

Not a word was spoken by either person, as the hand stroked gently down her back, across her bottom and then glided down even further to cover and gently squeeze her pussy. She felt the hand relax and fingers run gently around her pussy, touching lightly, running down her slit and flicking at the edge of her lips.

Still in complete silence, another hand ran along her side, dipping round and cupping her breast, with a thumb reaching slightly higher to rub lightly over her nipple.

The hand on her breast tightened slightly, and Deirdre found herself being made to stand, and then turned away from the fridge and gently directed to bend forward over the counter. Strangely obedient, Deirdre did as directed. She could see the towel she was supposed to have wrapped around her lying to one side, as though silently accusing her of slipping up.

Deirdre was feeling very small and helpless and female as those hands continued to gently stroke her, teasing her pussy and breasts in a knowing fashion, causing heat to start gathering, pooling deep inside her. 

Tiny and vulnerable, open to whatever Mike wanted to do. Mike seemed twice as big as when he was spanking her. A little thrill ran through her as she remembered the spanking, and she suddenly knew that that little core of heat had been ignited then, and had been biding its time, waiting for this touch to let it blossom within her.

Mike gently asks her if she remembers she was supposed to wear a towel if coming inside.

"I did," thought Deirdre, wanting to protest, but finding all she could do was nod submissively.

"Do you remember why I said you should wear a towel?" came the next quiet question.

There was another submissive nod. 

"Are you going to struggle?" Mike seemed curious.

"I don't know," came the soft answer, as Deirdre finally found her voice.

"Are you going to call to girls for help?" pressed Mike. "They'll come if you call. Look out the window and you can see them."

"I know," said Deirdre. She should call, she knew. She should be struggling, and saying no. What she shouldn't be doing was standing here, leaning against the counter, letting those hands set off little explosions within her, while watching Susan and Michelle play and hoping that they'd stay where they were.

Mike opened his zip, seeing Deirdre twitch slightly and knowing that she had heard it, knowing that she now knew his erection was coming out of his pant. "If she doesn't protest soon, it's going to be too late," he thought. "I'd better give her a little more time, even though she feels hot, wet and ready,"

Mike moved a little closer, letting her feel his erection pressing against her bottom, the hand between her legs squeezing harder, rubbing harder, the fingers slipping between her lips and going deeper.

The only reaction from Deirdre was a slight movement of her legs as they edged slightly further apart, while her bottom and pussy pressed back to meet those questing fingers.

Deirdre knew that the time to protest was fast approaching. If she didn't speak up he was going to take her, bent over the counter in her own kitchen. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her, that she was letting it happen. "Anyway," she thought, "it's not my kitchen. It's his now and he's allowed to do what he likes in it."

"What am I thinking?" came the following thought. "Doing what he likes in his own kitchen is not supposed to mean he can bend me over the counter and fuck me! He's not my master. I don't have to obey him."

Faintly the realisation stole over her. It appeared that as far as her body was concerned, he was her master, and it was only too willing to let him do what he wanted.

"It was that damned spanking," she thought hazily. "It seems to have triggered a craving to be fucked by the man who was willing to manhandle me like that. I wonder if this means I'll find myself wanting another spanking, just to see what follows."

Mike could hear Deirdre breathing heavily, writhing under his hands and giving little gasps. He had to take her very soon or she'd be climaxing before he even entered her. 

"Are you on the pill?" he asked softly, "or do I need to put on a rubber?"

"Pill, rubber?" she wondered. "Why talk about those when you should be fucking me already? Oh, protection, of course."

"Pill," she gasped. "I'm on the pill. Please. I can't wait much longer."

"No need to," said Mike, finally separating her lips and plunging in.

Deirdre clamped her hand to her mouth to muffle the scream that she couldn't avoid, relieved that the sweet torment had finished and the true fucking had now begun. She pressed eagerly back to meet the thrusts that came crashing into her. Her master was dictating his terms with his rod of correction, and she was hastening to obey. She was rising now, letting his rod drive her forward, obedient to its every thrust, knowing that her reward was coming.

Mike pumped heavily into Deidre, feeling her close willingly around his cock and start meeting him, thrust for thrust. Where he led, she joyfully followed, as he hammered home, reaching for his own climax even as he felt her running through her, feeling her clutching him with her internal muscles and squeezing hard, finally triggering his own climax while she continued to ride hers.

Slowing coming down, resting, finally separating. Mike reached across to the sink, grabbing a clean cloth and dampening it, ignoring her hand when she reached for it, preferring to reach down and gently wipe her down himself, while she blushed. He picked up the towel and handed it to her, watching as she wound it tightly around her lovely body.

Mike smiled and her. "You misbehaved once and had a spanking. Then you disobeyed and I had to ravish you. If you misbehave in the future, I'll probably have to spank and ravish you."

"I'll keep that in mind," said Deirdre. "My behaviour will be impeccable."

"Until I decide otherwise," she added, but only to herself. Let Mike find out the hard way.

Mike held the door open and watched as she walked back towards the others. "I do not trust that smile she gave me," he thought. "She's planning some mischief, I just know it. This acquaintance could become very interesting."

Susan glance up as Deirdre approached. "You were quite a while," she observed. "What happened?"

"Nothing much," returned Deirdre. "I dropped my towel while in the kitchen and had to wait until Mike had finished ravishing me."

"You wish," laughed Susan. "He is kind of cute though, isn't he? We'll have to hope the hot weather continues so we have an excuse to come around."

"I have to come back here, anyway," said Deirdre. "I'll need to get my boxes out of the garage, and I have a feeling that that will require several trips."



Moving House



Author's Note: This story is complete fiction, and is completely unrealistic. It involves some bizarre stunts, which I really enjoyed making up and writing down. If you don't like stories of cuckold husbands being hurt by multiple well endowed lovers, then DON'T READ IT!

Last week hubby and I moved house. We went from a very nice house in Surrey, to an even nicer house in Surrey. I thought that we would put our games on hold during the move, but, in the end, it didn't work out like that.

At just after nine in the morning the moving van arrived. It slowly reversed down the bridle path which led to our house. I was watching from the landing window as the driver opened his door and jumped down. He was wearing shorts and a vest type T shirt, so even from that distance I could see his arm muscles, and the tattoos on his impressive biceps.

A second removal man rounded the back of the van, and he was seriously good looking, with tousled blonde hair, and a bare upper body. He was also well muscled, with a nice tan.

As they walked together towards our front door I felt that warm tingle I always get when I see men I want to have sex with, and I really wanted to have sex with these guys.

I dashed down the stairs to make sure I could greet these two hunks, and I flung open the front door before they even knocked. They both smiled as they ran their eyes slowly down my body, then back up. I was wearing a denim skirt, with a hem just above my knees and large buttons all the way up the front. The bottom two buttons were undone, as was the top button of my white cotton top.

"Hi guys, nice and prompt, but I thought we were getting four men?" I queried.

"There are actually three more coming shortly, so there'll be five of us at your service."

"I'll tell my husband to get you all teas and coffees, and anything else you need. Let me know if he slacks at all, I have to keep him in check."

"Oh, right, it's like that is it?" he chuckled.

"Do you want to know how it is?"

"Yes, I'd love to know."

"Well, I am the boss in this house, and my husband serves me. I have his cock locked in a chastity cage, and he has to be a perfect slave or he gets no sexual relief at all. At best he gets a couple of ruined orgasms per month. I, on the other hand, enjoy having sex with lots of different men."

"Wow! You are one sexy lady, I'd love to be one of the men you have sex with."

"If today goes as I hope, you can all have sex with me."

"So you'd better tell me what you want us to do, as I'm sure all the guys are going to want to fuck you. I'm Joe, by the way, and I'm the supervisor, so I get to get into your knickers first."

"Well Joe, I'm looking forward to dropping my knickers for you already. I'm Sarah, by the way."

Joe put his big strong arms around my eager body, pulled me tight into his chest and kissed me surprisingly sensually. My nipples hardened and I felt a warm tingle between my legs.

"That was nice. Ok, so here's the game. As well as moving us I want all five of you to hurt and humiliate my husband, Rob, throughout the day. You must pay special attention to his balls, order him around to do the most menial and unpleasant jobs, and you can flirt with me in front of him, ask him about my lovers, call him a wimp, and so on. Just make sure he spends most of the day with his balls on fire with pain."

"That sounds like fun Sarah, and if we do a really good job with him, you'll fuck us all?"

"That's it Joe, and by the way, don't misunderstand. Although he won't admit it to you, he gets so turned on by being treated like that. He likes it as well as me."

"Wow, that's seriously kinky!"

"Very true." I turned to the blonde next, "and what's your name?"

"Mike."

"Well Mike, would you like a kiss as well?"

"Yes please Sarah," how polite!

I kissed Mike, and he was even more sensual and sexy, I'd seriously mis-judged these house movers. They may look a bit rough and ready but they know how to kiss.

Joe was already moving across the drive to collar my husband.

"Rob, I'm Joe, the supervisor, and Sarah has told me that you are my Gofer today, so when I call I need you to come running, ok?"

"Yes Joe, I'll help all I can."

"Well you can start by calling me Sir not Joe. Only real men get to call me Joe."

"Oh right, sorry sir."

"That's better. Secondly, your jeans are totally unsuitable, you'll get all hot and sweaty, put on the shortest shorts you've got, with no panties, you'll need some ventilation down there. I know about your cage, by the way, so there's no need to be shy. Finally, if you displease you in any way, Sarah has told me to whack your balls, and if I do, believe me you won't be getting up in a hurry, ok?"

"Yes sir, I'll try not to let you down."

"Good, now run, you're getting behind already."

The first incident happened really quickly. Hubby was on his knees taking our bed to pieces, when Mike picked up one of the side bars and 'accidentally' brought it up between hubby's legs at high speed.

"Aaarrgghhh!!"

"Sorry mate, I didn't see you there. Are you injured? Shall I have a look at you?"

"No, I'm fine, honestly," hubby pleaded.

"Sorry, but if there's an accident on site, we have to conduct an examination to see if anything needs to be done about it," interjected Joe, the supervisor.

"Come on darling, you don't want them to lose their jobs, drop your shorts."

"Oh, ok."

"Right, now we can see the injured area, but you seem to have some sort of cage locked onto your cock." Joe teased.

My husband blushed red.

"Anyway, hands on your head and look straight forwards. I need to conduct a physical examination."

"Oh God, do you have to?"

"Sorry mate, now, does this hurt?"

"Christ! Yes!!"

"Hmmnn, that's from just a gentle squeeze, Mike, you have a go."

"Aaarrgghh!!"

"I hardly touched him boss, just a firm squeeze and he's squealing like a stuck pig."

By this time we were all laughing hysterically at my humiliated husband.

"I think we'd better leave his dangly bits out so we can make sure we don't damage them any more."

"Good idea" I said, suspecting that he had a plan, "get your shorts off Rob, there's a good boy."

Hubby reluctantly removed his shorts, and stood with his balls and cage exposed.

"Hello, what's going on here?" called a new worker, walking into the hall followed by two more gorgeous hunks.

"Sarah, this is Jason, Ian, and Steve, guys this is the gorgeous Sarah, and her husband Rob. I'll explain the situation shortly, but, trust me, we're all going to have a great time."

The new guys must have picked something up, because they all came over and kissed me.

"Right hubby," said Joe with mischief in his voice, "we need you to stand on the ladder and pass things down from the loft, as we're not allowed on ladders due to health and safety considerations."

He turned and winked at me as hubby climbed the aluminium loft ladder until he could see into the loft. Something didn't look quite right about the ladder, but I couldn't work out what it was. Hubby grabbed the first box which was near the loft hatch, and started to step down the ladder, which was at a very shallow angle, meaning his cock and balls hung between the rungs as he slid down. One more step and suddenly a section of the ladder slid downwards under his weight, so that he and it moved down about six inches before the section stopped with a loud clack.

"Fuck!" hubby screamed.

"What happened?" I asked.

"He didn't check that the second section was locked all the way down," explained Joe, smiling broadly.

"My cock and balls are trapped!" squealed my husband.

"We'll see if we can lift him a bit and get him pulled out," Joe proposed. Two of the guys grabbed hubby's legs, pulling them off the rungs and lifting him slightly, then one of the other men started pushing on his balls and cock causing hubby to squeal like a pig being slaughtered.

"Lift the ladder a bit," Mike suggested.

Jason lifted the second stage of the ladder up a bit and Ian, who was pushing on hubby's genitals, managed to extricate his cock in it's cage, but he left hubby's balls between the rungs.

"Ok, you're free," the men holding hubby's legs announced, letting go of him completely. The fourth man holding the second section of the ladder had already released it, so it had dropped back down, trapping just hubby's balls. Hubby dropped a few inches, then his fall was stopped by his balls, which wouldn't fit through the gap.

"Christ, where's the ladder?" he screamed.

"We removed the bottom section to try to free you." Mike explained.

"But I have nothing to put my feet on!!"

"Well pull yourself up by your arms wimp." I added, helpfully.

Hubby really tried, but he could only pull up for 15 or 20 seconds, before his arms gave out leaving him hanging by his trapped balls. The poor man was in agony.

"Boss, have you seen the time?" Jason piped up.

"Oh right you are, well spotted Jason."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Lunch break time. We have to have a thirty minute break now. We'll have to deal with your idiot husband's problem after lunch."

"You can't leave me here hanging like this!" hubby wailed.

"No choice mate, we have to have a thirty minute break, health and safety rules, Sarah, are you staying to keep him company?"

"No way, I can't stand all his screaming, it's giving me a head ache, I'm coming with you guys."

So we all filed out of the room, leaving hubby crying, dangling from his trapped balls with his legs flapping wildly in the air.

"Well done guys, that was a stroke of genius!" I praised them happily.

"It worked even better than we imagined," Joe commented.

"Ha, ha, too right," Mike added.

"You aren't going to free him too quickly, are you?" I queried.

The men all laughed

"I suspect it'll take ages and involve a lot of pain for him," Ian said.

"I think we could try just pulling him, then pushing on his balls, what do you think Sarah?" Mike asked.

"That'll never work boss," suggested Ian, grinning.

"I know, but it'll be incredibly painful, and at the end he'll still be hanging by his balls," Joe replied.

"I could suggest cutting them off and go and look for bolt cutters?" Mike suggested.

"Good idea," responded Jason.

We chatted on for the rest of the lunch break, mulling over different ideas. All the time we could hear hubby crying and moaning in pain, as he hung by his balls from the ladder.

"Ok, lunch break is over, let's go back and start hurting the poor idiot," Joe said, rousing his troops.

In the end it took nearly an hour to get hubby freed by all five of them cooperating, and for most of that hour hubby was in agony from a host of different daft ideas. Mike found the bolt cutters and really convinced hubby that his balls were about to be cut off.

After he was freed we set off for the new house. I rode in the truck with Mike, driving, and Joe on my left. Hubby drove the others in my car. Joe got his hand up my skirt as soon as we started moving, so I turned and started kissing him, really enjoying the feel of his fingers inside my knickers. The journey was over all too quickly, and I felt quite let down when his hand was removed.

I turned to hubby as he climbed out of the car.

"I need you to build our bed straight away. Somewhere to sleep has to be our top priority."

"Yes my love."

"Try not to get your balls trapped."

"Of course my love."

It took hubby about half an hour to build and make the bed, and by that time the guys were beginning to grab me every time I got near any of them. I decided I had been teased enough so I suggested to Joe, who wasn't going to be able to stay for the evening, that we try out the new bedroom. While I took the supervisor to bed, I told hubby to go to his shed, which was really a stable, and start sorting all the tools and so on, which the guys were already piling up. He started to get dressed, which really got me angry.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing? Get those clothes back off and get out to the shed. You're going to regret that stupid mistake later!"

The sexy super and I had a great time for half an hour, and he made me cum, and he came inside me. Next I got Jason, who also had to go home to his wife, into bed, so he wouldn't miss out. He really seemed to enjoy fucking me. He kept telling me how much better than his wife I was in bed, which was nice. I told him to visit and fuck me as often as he wanted, which he was thrilled about.

By this time, it was getting dark, and the two men were leaving. I went out to the shed and watched hubby moving stuff around.

"I need you to cook dinner now. Don't even think of wearing anything, not even an apron. You can eat the left over pasta, from last week, while you are cooking."

"But it's got mould on it."

"I don't care, I can't abide waste, and I don't want you eating with us. Once you've served dinner you can come back out here and finish getting all this stuff sorted."

"Yes my love."

While hubby set about making us all a nice Bouef Bourguignon, I poured myself and the three remaining guys some drinks, and put on some music. I moved from one to the other, kissing and fondling them in turn, taking off an item of their clothing each time I changed partners. They in turn were undressing me, which obviously happened much more quickly. In ten minutes I was completely naked, and they were still half dressed. They all took advantage of the situation, and started getting their fingers into my pussy and arse, licking my nipples, and generally driving me wild, while I was trying to finish undressing them.

"Wow, I've finally got you all naked. Let's all go and shower."

They were a bit reluctant at first, being guys and not gay, but I assured them it was a big shower. Once in the shower one of them got his cock inside my pussy, and then as he was fucking me, standing up, with water cascading over us all, he turned me around so a second hard cocked stud could slip into my tight arse. He got his cock slippery with soap first, and he slid in easily. I love being double fucked, it feels so amazing, and the guys were really getting into it, bouncing me up and down on their rigid cocks.

The third hot stud was missing out, so I grabbed his hard cock and started pumping it, as he twisted and pulled on my excited nipples. The men inside me were fit and strong, but they were also mega horny, so in no time they were getting close to orgasm, and so was I.

I came first, incredibly hard, followed by Ian, who was fucking my arse. Mike's monster cock in my pussy was still going and as he kept bouncing me up and down, I came again, not so hard, but still fantastic.

Once we had all finished our orgasms, I turned to poor left out Jason, dropped to my knees, and started to blow him. He was so excited from the pumping of my hand that he exploded in my mouth in seconds. Once his load was all delivered, I looked up to his face, opened my mouth and let the shower water wash his spunk down my throat.

"Thank you." he said

"My pleasure I assure you. When we get to the next round, you must go first."

We all trooped down to the kitchen naked, and I told hubby to poor more drinks for us. He handed over the drinks then went back to his cooking.

"You aren't eating the leftovers, I told you to eat the leftovers!"

"Sorry my love, I was so busy I forgot."

"Well, we'd better help you remember. Jason, knee him in the balls."

"Oh God no, please no!"

"Hands on your head, eyes forward, legs apart. Make it hard Jason."

"Yes Ma'am," he replied, grinning.

His knee came up between hubby's legs, with a vicious jerk, and hubby screamed and dropped to the floor retching and howling.

"Well done Jason, that was just right. Get up wimpy husband and cook the dinner while eating the mouldy pasta, as I instructed."

"Yes my love," he blubbed.

Hubby took another half hour cooking and when it was nearly ready I decided to have a bit more fun.

"Ian, hubby seems to have nothing to do at the moment. Why don't you get the rolling pin out of that drawer, put some cooking oil on it, and see if you can get it up hubby's tight little arse."

"Oh no, please my love," hubby begged.

"Shut up, you need to get used to having things up your arse. I've got plans for you to earn us some more money."

Ian had a bit of a struggle, but he got it in finally, with a lot of squealing from hubby. Once it was in I made him complete the dinner with it sticking out of his arse.

Finally he dished up, and I allowed Ian to remove the pin, with a sharp tug, causing more squealing.

"Right husband, now get out to your little shed and get it all sorted. We'll come out later and inspect it, so make sure it looks fantastic. I know it's quite cold, and you are naked, but if you work hard you should keep warm."

We ate the stew ravenously, having built up quite an appetite moving house and then having sex. Knowing that hubby was out in a freezing cold shed, stark naked, moving stuff around to try to win my approval gave me a lovely warm sexy feeling. I had already decided that he would fail the task, before he even started, which was cruel of me, but that's what I'm like.

"Right guys, it's time to go and inspect hubby's efforts, but first here are some stiff hot toddies to keep us warm out there. While we're drinking them, I'll just brief you. At first we'll praise hubby for the good job that I'm sure he's done, but then, I want each of you to come up with a small criticism. We can maybe do a couple each, then I'll declare him failed, and explain his punishment. We can all get involved, which will warm us up, and get me feeling sexy again. Ok?"

"Yes Ma'am," they chorused.

With the whisky inside us, we all trooped out to the stable. As planned we praised hubby initially, then one after another we all found some tiny fault, and poor hubby got more and more despondent. He was cold and shivering, and he knew that his torment wasn't over.

"So hubby, it's time for your punishment, the first part anyway. Put this thin belt on, find a cable strap and hand it to me."

I took the cable tie and looped it through the end of his cock cage, and the belt round his waist. When I pulled the tie tight, his little frozen penis was pointing at his chin, and his balls were nicely presented and unprotected. I put handcuffs on his wrists behind his back, then handed some orange nylon rope to Jason.

"Tie that round behind his balls then throw the other end over that beam. Pull on the rope until he's on tip toes, then making sure it's tense, tie it off on the ring bolt on the wall."

Hubby was now ready for his punishment.

"Ok, since you've spent half the day messing about and letting your balls get into silly situations, I thought your punishment should carry on that theme. We're all four going to take turns strapping you with these thick leather belts of yours. We're going to be aiming for your arse and balls, and, you've probably realised that if you lose your footing, you'll end up hanging by your balls for the second time today. To make that more likely, I'm going to be aiming for the backs of your legs."

"Right team, fifteen minutes of hell for hubby, then we can go back inside and have some fun."

The belting was brilliant fun. Hubby got hit on his vulnerable balls again and again, he lost his footing several times, and when he did we just kept on whacking him, so that he had extended periods of time swinging from the roof by his balls. Eventually we had to stop, or I think he would have passed out.

"Ok team, the punishment is over, now it's play time. You may not have noticed yet, but I put 200mg of Viagra in your hot toddies, as I wanted to make sure you were all going to be hot and hard for me!"

We all went back inside, leaving hubby still attached to the roof and on tip toes. I didn't think he would be able to stand like that for very long, which was a shame, because 200 mg of Viagra guaranteed some serious cock action for me for quite a while.




Moving House



"Ok, the game here is that we set a timer for ten minutes and one of you fucks me really hard. When the bell goes the next man re-sets the timer and takes me in a different position. If I cum, you can cum, but only within the ten minutes, once it's over we start again."

Well, the game turned out to be wonderful for me. The men were studs with all that Viagra in them, and they didn't cum very easily, having had sex earlier, so I got over an hour of frantic fucking and five lovely orgasms. After my fifth, I was really exhausted, and getting sore, so I stopped the game and sent them all packing in a taxi.

I went out to hubby and untied him from the roof, and undid his hands and snipped the cable tie.

"My darling husband, I've had such a wonderful day, and I know it's been hell for you, but that's what you have to put up with to be married to me. You do understand, don't you my love?"

"Yes, my love, I understand."

"That's good, because I've decided you can stay in this stable for the night. I'm going to padlock you in now, so you'd best try to find something to wrap around you. There's a bucket for a toilet, and the wooden bench to sleep on. Sleep well, I'll visit you in the morning at some point. Night, night."

I slept beautifully all night, and woke late and remembered that my husband was locked naked in the shed. I contemplated letting him out, but decided I would rather go shopping. He wasn't going anywhere, so I didn't bother telling him. I decided that I really liked having him in the shed and under lock and key.



Moving House, Highly Unlikely



It had been a good 18 months following the death of my wife when I finally decided to place our house on the market; for being a large 4 bedroom property with over 12 acres of ground it was far to large for me to manage on my own. During our marriage the wife and I split the chores, she looked after the inside and I looked after the exterior and gardens, it was a system which worked very well until my wife became ill, from then on it was a struggle to maintain the standards we had set ourselves. When they could my family use to come over and help and occasionally I did hire in help but a pension can only stretch so far, in the end the wife and I made a pact, as soon as she died I was to sell up and move on, it made sound a bit callous but overall it made sense.

For a quick sell I got 3 local estate agents in to provide valuations etc. Kevin, the first agent arrived; young, very professional, plus the usual bullshit you would expect from estate agents when it came to the valuation or his fees etc; then a quick cheerio and I'll await our decision. Just before lunch Helen arrived with an older gent, Ian who turned to be the head of the company. Helen was her early twenties and had that certain twinkle in her eye that probably clinched many of her deals. However it was Ian that gave me the bullshit whilst Helen sat all coy opposite me, her near transparent blouse showing her small but pert tits propped gently in a lacy half cup bra, she also wore a pair of very tight light cream coloured linen trousers which revealed no VPL as I followed her upstairs, also as she climbed her gusset seemed to work its way deeper and deeper into the crease of her pert arse. We did the bog-standard tour of the house then went through all the formalities, though I have to say I missed most of them for I was too busy looking into Helens blouse most of the time; after all one estate agents bumf is no different to another. We completed the valuation and upon leaving they gave me their cards as they left.

As I had about 45 minutes to spare before the final valuation I made myself a cup of tea then reflected upon the good times my wife and I had had in this house. We first acquired it just after we were married, had raised three children and seen them married, followed in due course by the grandchildren, who built the same dens as their parents or rushing about the paddock trying to catch the butterflies. I was almost on the point of crying when my third and definitely my last estate agent called.

Much the same pattern, we spoke, toured the house and discussed the pro's and con's etc. Heather was about forty five or so, more formally dressed in a business type suit, grey jacket over a soft pale blue blouse and grey skirt. As we entered the master bedroom she was the first one to comment about the design of the house, for as an aid to my wife's disability we had converted it so the master bedroom was downstairs with patio doors leading into the garden, the garden lead onto open fields and with the whole house being in an elevated position you were able to see for miles.

"No need for curtains or blinds really? You're not overlooked at all"

I agreed with her, as she scribbled something into her notepad

"You could walk around naked all day and no-one would notice"

She glanced at me for a reaction,

"Why not, if that's what you fancy?" I said, hiding the fact that's exactly what we did when we were young and in our prime.

She brushed past me and walked into the second bedroom making similar comments as she passed. As we talked more about the layout, she took off her jacket and placed it on the stair post. Her jacket had been hiding the most perfect tits which were clearly visible through her thin blouse, the dark area of her areolas even showed through her bra. Slowly we began to walk up stairs to the second floor, halfway up she stopped, turned towards me and asked if the third bedroom had similar views, I replied that they did at which she asked if anything overlooked that room? I replied that with it being higher nothing could be seen, at which she smiled, unbuttoned the button at the side of her skirt and pulled down the zip, allowing her skirt to fall onto the steps.  * As she continued walking up the stairs, I, like a maid picked up her skirt then followed her wiggling arse towards the second floor, beneath her skirt she wore a pair of hold up stockings and the tiniest pair of cammy knickers that clung to her arse. I was absolutely gob smacked, I expected Helen to be a goer and had had thoughts all afternoon about her, but here was someone twice Helen's age, but with a figure to die for, talk about offering it on a plate. She knew full well whilst making the viewing appointment that I would be on my own and from our conversation she had obviously seen something in me that she fancied.

Like a lapdog I followed her up to the landing where without a word she turned, placed her hands around my neck and kissed me full on the mouth. I responded in kind, my long ignored cock springing to full attention in no time. After we had kissed she took hold of my hand and lead me into the bedroom where she kicked off her shoes and finished undressing, leaving only her hold ups on.

Now I'm a very oral guy and this is the one thing I missed during my wife's long illness, emptying my balls was easy but the absence of a juicy pussy was hard to take. Heather must have read my mind as I stared at her completely shaven pussy, it was almost pubescent in nature with just the smallest hint of maturity.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked, standing with her legs slightly apart.

I quickly got into position. She parted her legs wider for me as my lips found its goal, I kissed her lips and smelt her sex as my tongue explored her pussy; she was now holding my head to her groin and groaning gently. I wrapped my arms around her legs then tongued deeper into her sex, her sweet pussy juices lubricating my tongue, as I slipped inside her she pushed my head harder and groaned again, only louder this time. Slowly and ever more gently I lapped at her clit, teasing with my tongue and then nibbled at it with my teeth before returning to her pussy, only this time my tongue went the full course, anus to clit, each time reaching up as far as I could go. I continued like this for a few minutes, letting her juices run onto her arse before I gently pressed a finger up her anus causing her to shudder, as more juices began to flow I eased a second finger into her tight hole. She bucked and released another deluge of juices which completely caught my by surprise causing me to cough and splutter.

Sensing a break, she pulled me away and told me she wanted to enjoy this properly, so we moved closer towards the bed. Standing by its edge she rubbed me gently through my trousers feeling my erection. I kissed her breasts and neck and eased a couple of fingers into her sopping wet cunt before she backed off slightly, undid my belt and slid my trousers down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, next to fall were my pants, exposing my clean shaven balls which she said she had never seen on a man before. I was very aware of my spreading waist and stomach that at my age is so hard to control, despite my regular visits to the gym, but she just smiled and kissed my stomach as she slid down, took my length in her mouth and expertly sucked me almost to climax before kissing me again.

Then she moved away and lay on the bed, still in her stockings; as she fondled my balls she spread her legs, her pussy was so puffy and wet it needed no second invitation when she asked me to lick her good and proper. I spent what must have been an hour adoring and loving her sweet pussy as my tongue and lips enjoyed every warm wet inch of her sex and her bud was so enlarged and so beautiful. Finally I concentrated on her lovely bud, where I sucked and licked it until she was bucking like crazy and moaning as she pressed my face hard against her. She absolutely poured her juices into my waiting lips as I drank them down enjoying every drop and the aroma of this aroused woman was just wonderful. She shouted out several times asking for more and kept saying,

"God I'm cumming, I'm cumming, that's right eat me."

It took ages for her to calm down and she kept telling me she had never felt so good and never cum so hard as I continued to slowly kiss and lick her pubescent pussy.

After a quick stoppage for some refreshments, Heather got me to lie back on the bed and with me gently lapping her pussy, I was in ecstasy as her warm lips engulfed my cock and her tongue worked her magic as she slowly engulf my cock. Truth be told, I was so turned on as she licked my cock and fondled my balls with her hand, I couldn't hold back for much longer so I told her I was almost cumming and that I wanted to feel her cunt muscles tighten around my cock as I came, too my surprise she asked me to fuck her arse.

I had no problem with this so I licked around her tight hole and then after fingering her cunt again I used her own juices to lubricate her anus before we changed positions on the bed. I lubricated her anus further before edging my helmet in. I watched as her star opened and stretched as I pushed into her, slowly at first but then again my whole 7" length. She screamed at first, it was not the length but my girth that gave her pain then pleasure before I shot my load up her arse before withdrawing, totally spent. As I lay next to her on the bed, she leaned over and licked my cock clean before kissing me fully on the lips.

"Oh, you like it dirty then?" she muttered as I wiped some trailing spunk from her thigh then licked my fingers.

As we lay there slowly getting to know each other suddenly all hell broke loose. Our tranquil peace was suddenly lost by a crash of thunder followed by rain coming down in wild torrents; Heather seemed to become possessed, for she shot out of bed, ran downstairs and into the garden where I found her cavorting about the garden.

I must have looked grotesque with my cock rapidly rising and mouth agape as she merrily danced about with not a care in the world.

"Come on then, don't you just enjoy being naked in the rain?"

It was then I very nearly lost it, for this was one of the pleasure my wife and I use to enjoy and watching Heather cavorting about brought back fond memories of times gone by.

Heather danced over to me and pulled me away from the safety of the house and out into the downpour where she began to lead me around in the mud and rain to some made-up waltz.

As she forced me to dance, she happily laughed or kept humming some tune whilst she rubbed her soaked body against mine.

It was all so weird, but Heather just like my dear departed wife acted as if it was normal to be dancing in a torrential downpour. I mean she just acted as though we were in some dance hall with a roof over our heads. By this time I couldn't help it, I was laughing my arse off too. No sense worrying about being wet, it was far too late for that; I was soaked to the core.

As I pulled her back toward me after her spin, I caught the magnificent sight of her naked body. And the apparent joy that radiated all over her just from being out dancing in the rain created a picture of absolute perfect eroticism that began to really excite me.

I was now willingly dancing with her intentionally spinning her out and back repetitively so that I could enjoy the sight. Her nipples chilled by the cool rain, stood proud and erect. Her arse, legs and somewhat flat stomach were equally on display.

It was quite apparent that I was really getting turned-on and could no longer hide my obvious erection. I wanted her and just couldn't hide it any longer so I stopped trying and pulled her back into me, grasped her tightly kissing her with passion.

Heather froze momentarily to my unexpected move, then she opened her mouth and our tongues began the age-old duel of love. I felt her body mould tightly into mine as she returned my kisses with a sudden and unexpected ardour.

As I held her close to me I could hear and feel a loud squishing between our bodies as more and more of the torrential downpour collected in little puddles between us. It was all so bizarre, but the strangeness of it all is what fed my growing desires.

The heat that was generated from our aroused and sexually charged bodies drastically contrasted the cool dampness created by the rain. My erect cock nestled against her heated crotch making us both very aware of our needs with every twitch my cock made. I began to inadvertently grind my cock against her heat source as we kissed. Soon as one kiss broke we began another until must twitches and little thrusts were no longer inadvertent, in fact both of us no longer hid our desires as we began to openly hump into each other.

I was panting hard between kisses and my ears told me she was as well. I wanted her desperately and I needed little encouragement, but for some reason at that moment in time, it was more than that, I was mad about her.

"Come on Heather, let's get indoors, I want to make love to you. Please can we go inside," I begged.

"No, over there, let's do it there in the rain, over there in the grass," she said again, as she pointed to a grassy knoll totally unprotected from the rain.

At that time, of course I was thinking with my dick, so I followed her as she led me to the centre of the knoll. Heather knelt on the soggy grass and I knelt beside her. I took her into my arms and began to kiss her again. As we kissed, Heather pushed me onto my back and lay on top of me. My hand began to explore her back and clutched her arse, the skin of her arse was cold, but as my fingers found the crack of her arse I swear I could feel the heat of a raging inferno rising up from her pussy. My heart began to race in excitement as I grasped her firm rounded arse cheeks in my hands and began to mould them between my appreciative fingers, her arse felt like heaven itself.

Somewhere off in the distance of my rain chilled brain I heard Heather's voice, it sounded a little erratic and slightly fearful as she whispered in my ear,

"Please, please promise you won't hurt me."

"I promise, but if you're too afraid we can stop." I whispered back

"No, I love doing it like this, out in the rain, just don't hurt me, OK?" Heather whimpered as we flipped positions.

Once settled in place I rubbed her hot crotch across my cock lump once or twice and then fell forward onto her chest, whilst pushing her breasts into my face she whispering.

"Yes, Kiss them, kiss them nice and slow, I want to feel you suckle on them, I want you to be my little baby."

With pleasure I did as she asked, I nursed each like a hungry child. It was then that I felt her pussy start to slide with increased pressure on my ever-expanding cock, with each nip of her nipple the more Heather's pussy bucked up against my cock. 

"Heather," I almost begged, "I want to fuck the arse off you before it gets too cold."

I was getting impatient now for the rain was chilling my bones, so wanting to finally take and maintain control of the situation I grabbed her arse and pulled her forward as I positioned myself at the junction of her thighs before mounting her. I bent forward and gently kissed her as I drove myself as deep as I could into her. Heather surprisingly was extremely tight and I gasped as well as a moist silky tightness enveloped my cock.

"Oh my god, you're so big it feels wonderful," she purred wrapping her legs around my hips, forcing me into her even deeper.

I kissed her passionately as my thrusts became harder and faster. Heather moaned again. My cock seemed to have just the right curve to rub against her g-spot with every thrust. Her eyes were now closed, I hoped in ecstasy but in reality due to the rain. Before long our breathing grew heavier as I continued to pound her pussy. With each thrust we were climbing higher and higher to that ultimate climax.

"Let yourself go, try and come for me." I whispered in her ear, "That's it try and come soon, because I'm so close and I want to come with you, come on, come for me."

"Ooh-My-God."

That's all Heather managed to say as she let out a big, "OOH GOD, AAHHHH," as she exploded with a loud orgasm.

Her loud orgasm triggered mine and I filled her pussy with an extended volley of sperm, the force of my sperm shooting into her body triggered another climax. Her whole body vibrated tremendously for a long time like a quake had ripped her apart. Her pussy muscles contacted spasmodically around my cock and fluids kept gushing out of her swollen pussy like a geyser

A ham shandy is one thing but feeling a woman energetically milking your cock is a totally different sensation.

I was letting the last few dribbles leak out when a sudden colder deluge shrunk my cock into its totally flaccid state. I reached down stuck a couple of fingers into her pussy then bought them up to her lips, where she sucked my fingers clean and smiled. 

"Hmm, you like the taste, don't you?"

Heather gave me an odd smile, smacked her lips then laughed as she pointed to my cock that had now shrivelled up with the cold.

"It sure disappeared quickly; perhaps it doesn't like the rain?" Heather giggled.

It never stopped raining as we slowly recovered and we joked and laughed about the mess we were in. Both of us were cold, soaked and covered in mud.

"What this calls for is a long hot shower, followed by a nice warm toddy." I said now standing up and offering Heather my hand for assistance.

Knowing that for the next hour or so I would be useless, a long hot shower is all we had; mind you we did spend a long time exploring each others bodies; why is life so cruel to us elderly gentlemen. As we sat enjoying our warming drink, Heather's phone bleeped, she asked if she took take it to which I agreed, after a few seconds of silence Heather started laughing then said,

"Perhaps you should read this."

Taking the phone from her I slowly read the text.

Mum, you've got to see this place (my address) it's just what we want, it's a lovely place and the owners well worth a shag, couldn't do anything myself, had Ian with me but defiantly going back for a second look, who knows.

"My daughter was right" she said, "lovely house, and the owner was definitely worth a shag," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

I told her that either or both of them were welcome to come back and give me a second valuation any time. Am I still interested in selling, we'll see what life brings, call me a fool if you must but I was beginning to feel some affection towards Heather, I know she would never replace my dear departed wife but her likeness is uncanny.



Moving House, The Follow-up



Both Mum and I knew that deep down Roger didn't really want to sell-up, so after a very long discussion it was agreed that the three of us would convert the house into 3 apartments, Roger could then stay put and rent out the other two in order to supplement his pension. For convenience Mum and I decided to stay at Roger's place whilst the conversion took place, not that there was much to do, a few partition walls here and an extra kitchen and toilet in the part where Roger was going to live was all that was really required plus all the necessary rewiring of course.

We all got along very well, Mum especially but being young I did not to pay too much attention to him, although my thoughts did wander at times, usually late at night when Mum and Roger, thinking I was asleep would get it together, but quiet frequently I would hear the muffled sounds coming from the bedroom down the hall.

Compared to my petite size 8 body, Roger is a big guy, standing about 6 foot tall, with piercing hazel brown eyes and a friendly smile that stretched from ear to ear. For an oldie he was also in good shape too, the only real sign that he was in his late 50's was his balding skull and the whitest hair that formed his sideburns.

My lust for Roger started one hot sultry evening, he was busy trimming the beech hedges nearby and since it was so close and humid he had stripped down to his waist. As I said he was a big man with just a moderate thickening at the waist, I supposed working around the house and gardens helped him to keep fit.

The sight of Roger's upper torso sprinkled with trimmings sent a shiver down my spine. From his neck to the top of his shorts, his whole upper torso was covered with a thick mat of peppered hair. It seemed that the only part's of Roger's body that were smooth, was the top of his head and his legs below the knees.

I forced myself not to stare at him as I sat out on the patio. I tried my best but I still found myself looking at him every chance I got, even though I felt guilty about it. As I watched his muscular torso ripple as he swept over the hedge with the trimmer, I pictured him and Mum together, as perverted as that may sound, and the thought of my Mum underneath him as they made love made me feel somewhat jealous.

With the evening drawing in and having at last killed the high pitched scream of the trimmer Roger begun to rake up the trimmings that was until he spotted me lounging on the patio.

"How about giving an old man a hand here, before it gets too dark," Roger shouted as I tried to avert my stare.

"OK, let me go and put some old clothes on, then I'll give you a hand," I quickly replied.

Running out into the garden I came to a sudden halt for there not 10 feet in front of me stood Roger, I'm not sure whether is was seeing Roger's cock hanging down between his legs, or the fact that his whole genital area was devoid of hair but either way I gave a piecing scream.

"Woops Sorry," muttered Roger quickly turning away from me. "A couple of twigs or dried leaves were digging into my crutch, making things a bit uncomfortable," he continued to say.

Now I'm no prude and I may have seen bigger, but for an old man Roger was well endowed to say the least. Picturing what that cock might look like when it was erect made me suddenly very horny. I hurried away, picked up the rake and began piling up the leaves, hoping that I hadn't been as obvious as I feared. Still, the image of Roger's naked manhood stayed in my mind the whole time I was busy with the rake.

Soon it came time to bag up the leaves; grabbing a refuse bag I held it open ready for Roger to start piling in the debris. I could smell the musky aroma coming from him as he stood next to me and when his arm touched my skin it felt like an electric shock had passed through me. Following a sharp intake of breath I felt my nipples harden up and a squirt of something dribble out of my pussy.

"Jesus, what's this man doing to me," I asked myself struggling to hold the sack still whilst Roger kept piling in the leaves. And so it went on, every contact between us sent a shiver through my body until I could stand it no longer.

"Roger...can you finish off I've just got to have a pee" I mumbled.

"No problem, we'll both hop over the fence and have one, that's of course if it's OK with you."

What could I say, following him to a break in the fence, we then entered the field, where he went one way I the other; whereas Roger made no attempt to hide himself, I found a small group of bushes to squat behind. As my shaking hands reached my pubes I knew this was something that wasn't going away, so I fingered my clit hoping to make quick work of it. Turning slightly, I could see Roger standing there, his hairy body glistening with sweat, his held cock so long and proud, as a gentle stream of piss bathed the undergrowth.

Do you think I could relieve my frustrations, could I hell, even with Roger back at work nothing was forth coming, that's not true, there was plenty of waterworks but very little else, eventually I just gave up and rejoined Roger and the leaf clearing.

"Mighty strong perfume you've got on" muttered Roger as we worked together.

True the perfume I had put on that morning was a bit potent, but was Roger smelling the scent of sexual arousal, I know us woman do give off certain pheromones when we're aroused but could he be detecting this from his own pungent odour and that of newly cut leaves. Roger's comments had left me worried so with the tiding up almost completed I asked if I could be the first to shower.

"Sure, but make sure you leave some water for me, I know what you ladies are like," said Roger as I quickly hurried away.

Turning on the shower, I made sure the water was on the cool side for I needed my nipples to be erect for what was about to follow, grabbing the shower head I turned the head to pulse then played the cool staccato of water over my nipples, as each nipple firmed up it felt as if tiny arrows were trying to puncture my skin, with the temperature about right I turned the shower fully on, it hurt like hell at first but it felt so good.

With my nipples suitably punished I very slowly moved the shower head down my body, until it was hitting my aching pussy. Reaching down I spread my pussy lips with one hand whilst the other moved the shower head over my pubes. The minute the water hit my clit, it made my whole body shudder; the more I let it hit my clit, the more I felt an orgasm waiting to burst from me.

Soon my thoughts were about Roger, having his lips nibbling and sucking at my clit, his warm hairy arms wrapped around my legs as his tongue delved deep into my pussy. Subconsciously I let out a soft moan... "Roger, please...please make me cum." I moved the shower head faster and faster thinking of his hot lips nibbling at my clit. "Oh my god, make me cum!!!!! That's right suck, no bite my clit," I moaned. How I kept the jets of water on my clit as my body shook with orgasm I'll never know. The staccato of water continued to hit on my clit deepening my orgasm eventually I was forced to drop the shower head.

With trembling legs I lent against the wall of the shower, my whole body was shaking yet I wasn't satisfied, I wanted more. I took the shower head and again I let it pulsate on my pussy. The feeling that went through me when the water hit almost made me cum instantly. Docking the shower head I reached for the soap and shower brush. I began washing the inner lips of my pussy and the handle of the brush with soap, after I had soaped up its round ridges I was trying hard to relax as I slowly inserted the handle into my cunt. Soon I felt myself sufficiently relaxed to prod a little farther. "Oh fuck" I moaned. A little at a time, ridge by ridge I slid the handle deeper and deeper into my body.

Each ridge turned to pleasure the deeper I when until I could go no further. Here I started fucking myself, slowly at first then faster and faster. Wanting more I aimed the shower head at my nipples. The jets of water again felt like tiny arrows. Faster and faster I fucked my pussy..... My body was on fire, I needed to cum. Taking the shower head out of its holder I aimed it at my clit, within seconds another orgasm hit me.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! I'm CUMMING." This time my orgasm seemed to last forever.

Still shaking, I slowly pulled the makeshift dildo out of my cunt, as each ridge slipped past my vaginal muscles my body gave a little jerk. With shaking legs I slowly slid down the shower wall and came to rest on the floor where I stayed for several minutes, thinking about what I had just done.

"Come on, what's the hells keeping you" shouted Roger through the locked door.

Ensuring the coast was clear I ran naked into my bedroom, turned on the radio and finished drying myself before sliding under the sheet. Turning on the light, I decided to read a magazine before going to sleep. As I read, I heard the bathroom door close, and the shower being turned on.

It was difficult to read with my mind so busy, thinking of things I had no right to think about. Without thinking my hand went to my clit, which was still erect and tender from my earlier onslaught, even so I began slowly stroking myself. Taking little interest from the magazine I pushed my fingers into my pussy astonished at how wet I had become just thinking of Roger. Soon my heart was racing and sweat beaded up on my forehead. I heard Roger go into Mum's bedroom and let out a sigh of relief. This relief however was short-lived, because I heard footsteps once again. Footsteps that got closer and closer until they stopped just outside my door.

"Helen?" Roger said softly as he knocked lightly on the door. "Are you still awake?"

I quickly slipped on a vest before I answered, letting Roger know it was OK to come in, the door opened up slowly. Roger was wearing just a towel wrapped around his waist, and was holding a tube of something in his hand.

"Helen, I've got a deep scratch somewhere on my back, be a luv and put some cream on for me," he said, "It really stung when I showered. I your Mums' asleep and I don't want to wake her up just for this."

I was somewhat hypnotised by sight of Roger reaching back over his head to feel the abrasion. It was incredibly erotic to see his body up so close, I shook myself out of my daze as he sat down with his back towards me. With shaky hands I squeezed out some ointment and wiped it into the scrape hidden deep in his pelt.

"Ah, that's great," Roger said as my oiled fingers rubbed through the coarse fur to cover the scratches. "I really miss my wife at times like this, as well as all the other times," he added with a chuckle.

After I finished I rearranged the sheet over me to hide the fact that not only was I totally naked below the waist but his presence was causing me to become highly aroused. Roger turned slightly then leaned back against the headboard and began conversing with me.

We were so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I tried not to look at him as we chatted. It was a rather benign conversation at first, but somehow along the way the topics changed, and we were getting much more personal.

"Your Mum and me, we're really hitting it off," he said. "I guess you know that, but we try to keep it quiet, you know? She's a great woman, and she's really... passionate, if you get my meaning. Hope me saying this doesn't bother you, does it?"

I told him that it was alright, although by now the shower I had taken was a distant memory, as perspiration was pouring out of me. The fact that he was such an intimidating presence was not lost on either of us, and it seemed he enjoyed the dominance he had over me, both physically and mentally.

As we talked Roger went deeper and deeper into his life, how he and his wife were part of the first generation of hippies, when free love and the smoking of pot was a safer option than it is today.

I mumbled a reply, not ready to tell Roger about the limited experiences I had, and beginning to wonder where this conversation was headed. I didn't have long to wait to find out.

"Since we're getting to be almost like family, can I tell you something confidentially," Roger asked. "I mean, without you telling your Mum or anything?"

"Sure."

"Same goes with me," Roger said. "Anything you say to me stays with me. I promise. Well, early this spring whilst on the way back from Bristol I picked up this hippie. Well at first I thought it was a girl, well you know, long flowing hair, tight ass and a trim body but it turned out to be a bloke."

"He was a nice enough chap," Roger continued. "I ended up driving him up north about 30 miles, and when I stopped the car on a road just off the exit, the kid thank me for the ride and tells me that he doesn't have any money but wanted to thank me for the ride. Guess what he says next."

"Dunno," I said meekly.

"He asks me if I wanted my cock sucked," Roger said leaning on me. "Can you imagine that?"

"Bloody hell," I uttered.

"Know what I did?" Roger asked then continued, "It had been so long anybody had done that to me so I let him" Roger said, the silence that followed was oppressive as Roger looked at me for my reaction.

"Yeah," Roger went on. "I pulled out my cock and this bloke sucked me off. Pretty good too. Just like my wife use to and he didn't even blink when I shot my load down his throat. After I came, he sits back up and pulls out his own dick and asks me if I want to suck him."

As Roger told this story, I found I was slowly being captivated by his deep melodic voice, in many ways it was hypnotic, very similar to that of Orson Wells.

"What did you do then?" I enquired

"I told him to piss off before someone noticed us"

"Wow," I whispered, not knowing what to say.

"What would you have done if you were me?"

"Well...," I answered.

"Stupid question...ever had a man eat your pussy?"

I looked at Roger who was now staring intensely at me as he waited for a reply. I was that dumbstruck all I could do was nod.

"Ever sucked a man's cock at the same time?"

Roger's hand came up to my breasts before gently stroked a nipple through the vest. My entire body was trembling, quivering as I shook my head.

"Thought so," Roger said as he grabbed the top of the sheet and began slowly pulling it towards the foot of the bed, I was paralysed with fear and excitement. "I caught you looking at me this evening. Did you like what you saw?"

Like a fool all I could do was nod my head.

With that Roger first stood up, turned then released his towel before bending forward then slowly proceeded to pull the sheet down further, Roger gasped softly as my pussy came into view. My pussy was never wetter than it was at that moment and my whole body was throbbing and pulsating with anticipation.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," muttered Roger as his fingers traced around the junction of my crutch. As though hypnotised I slowly parted my legs for I had this strange feeling come over me, it felt as if I wanted a pee but deep down I knew I didn't.

"Yes, Mum said you preferred it shaven," I said softly in response, knowing full well that my whole body was betraying me and I was resigned to play the hand I was now dealt with.

If Roger heard me, or understood what I had said, he didn't say. Instead his fingers began sliding up and down my pussy until it could go no further, his rough finger just touching the tip of my sensitive clit sent my body into turmoil, and the more he lingered the more I wanted to fuck him.

"Fuck!" I chirped, as Roger's fingers slid away from my clit and into the depths of my pussy triggering off my first orgasm under his touch.

I looked down as I squirted all over his hand. Even though Roger had only run his finger down and back once, I was so highly aroused that my pussy kept shooting cum all over us until my crutch was dripping wet.

"Bloody hell," Roger exclaimed as he visually surveyed the mess I had made. "It's true what they say, like mother like daughter."

With that Roger repositioned himself on the bed, bent forward and slowly began to lick my pussy. I should have known what to expect but it still came as a surprise, in opening my legs to allow him full access, Roger hooked both legs over his shoulders, placed both his hands under my arse then really went to work on my pussy.

"A little incentive," Roger muttered as he pulled me closer. "Not that I think you'll need it."

What followed was just as Mum had described, it made all my previous lovers seem amateurs when compared to Roger, how many times I came under his onslaught I'll never know for he was relentless especially when it came to fingering my arse, for he knew which buttons to press and which to avoid.

Wanting some relief I reached towards Roger and grabbed his cock, eliciting a mumbled groan from him. Quickly we switched to the classic 69 position where he resumed his onslaught on my body.

I first started to play with his foreskin, rolling it back and forth as far as it would go. Picking up courage I gently slid my mouth over the bulbous head of his cock, over the slight ridge of the bottom of the crown, and down the shaft until I could take no more. My hands began to slowly twist and pump the cock as my lips slid up and down.

Roger wasn't exceptionally thick, but the vein that wound down the shaft in a serpentine manner gave it that impression. His cock was quite long, however, I guessed at least seven inches. My mouth took more and more of him in as I became more accustomed to his length.

"Ever have one this big before?" Roger said taking a break from licking my anus.

"I can't believe a man can grow this large!" I sputtered before getting back to business.

"Strange that's exactly what your mother said!" Roger replied as I reached down and grabbed his balls, rolling and squeezing them as I sucked.

Soon my mouth was hitting the hand that was holding his cock, so I let go of it and just let me mouth slide up and down the length of his tool. I couldn't take it all in, but my forehead was managing to touch his pelvis with each glide down his shaft.

"Fuck!" Roger mumbled as he continued to lick my arse. "Hell, your moth..."

Roger stopped himself as he realised what he was about to say, but I could fill in the blanks, for I suspected that Mum had adopted this same position many times. Her hands would be pulling on Roger's cock, and Roger would be trying to get her to take more of him in her mouth just as he was with me, and the thought of those two together just excited me more for there was always good competition between Mum and I.

I began going down on him hard, my mouth was a swirling and my fist pumping him once again. My other hand ran up and down his hairy legs, reaching round and fingering his arse as he began breathing heavier and heavier.

"Don't make me cum!" Roger groaned, but it was too late as I felt his cock lurch then blast a load of cum down my throat. I kept sucking and licking him until I felt him go soft in my mouth; how I never choked or snorted I'll never know for his cock formed a perfect bung allowing nothing to escape. With that I rolled off, got off the bed then climbed in beside me. His hairy body now covered in a fine sheen of perspiration felt warm and comforting as I leaned against him, and after he rested for a moment he suddenly got up and left the room, leaving me confused. He returned soon after with a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses.

"It'll be some time before I'm ready again, so we might as well have a couple of drinks to past the time," Roger said as he filled both glasses then handed one to me.

"Isn't it time you got rid of the vest?" said Roger as he slipped alongside me in bed. He then continued to say "I suppose your mother told you I was a pussy man," before placing his glass to one side.