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Banished to Purgatory

By: dass4450



I strode briskly down the hill toward the cannery, whistling merrily. A good night's sleep with Maude allowing me to sleep in instead of assaulting my sexual organ for once ensured that I was bright eyed and bushy tailed for the day ahead. First up was a phone call to my nearly ex father, Benjamin Goodhew.

"Morning, Benjamin. I'm afraid I'm the bearer of extremely bad news."

"You are bad news, young Derek. The only good news is that Bethany has found a far better man than you - Peter Gilbert the manager at the Eastwell branch and the divorce papers are on the way. What do you say to that, you ungrateful wretch."

Gee, colour me green with jealousy -- not.

"I hope she has a full and happy life," I said as meekly as I could while laughing my head off. Peter Gilbert was a fully fledged poof, shit puncher and cock sucker and who was usually the fem in any relationship he had. I hoped Bethany had enough brains to buy a strap on dildo, and a large one at that.

"Well, get on with it, you ninny!" Benjamin snarled.

"I've been busy looking into things here and it's bloody awful. You remember that contract you signed with Langhams? Well, we've been selling the cannery produce for less that it costs to catch it, can it and freight it, and we've been doing it for at least five years."

"Shit!"

"The cannery is going backwards at such a rapid rate you will have to close it today if you're going to salvage anything out of it." 

"Shit, fuckin' shit."

"Last week, only two of the boats chose to land second rate catch here so the canning lines have had people standing around doing nothing."

"Shit, shit, fuckin' shit!" A man of limited vocabulary. "The workers haven't been paid for five weeks and are not happy."

"Fuck 'em, the shits"

"I haven't been paid at all."

"Fuck you, you ungrateful shit!" 

"That cannery down the coast, Brown Brothers, I think, have offered 35 cents in the dollar and I think we should take it."

"Not bloody likely! I'd rather close it down and let it rust rather than let those shits steal it from me. Bloody highway robbery!"

"There is another group of local business men who are willing to pay 55 cents in the dollar but they have no experience in running a cannery, but that's the only other offer I've managed to find."

"Shit, shit, fuckin' shit! I presume you have paperwork to back up what you've told me?"

"Sent it up by messenger yesterday. You should have it this morning. The locals want an answer by mid day."

"Fuck 'em, they can fuckin' well wait." And he slammed the phone down.

I was smiling broadly when Raewyn came through the door with my morning coffee. "You look pleased. All go to plan, then?"

"Yep. Hey, look at you." She rapidly acquired some colour to her cheeks as I slowly looked her up and down. Firstly her short blonde hair had a softness and tidiness I had not seen before. She was wearing a hint of make up sufficient to show her marvelous blue eyes to advantage. But it was what she was wearing that really got my attention. Gone was the baggy pink sweater and formless jeans. The top was of some form of thin material and coloured a vivid light blue with a scoop neck displaying her mouth watering blue veined cans to my avid eyes. They nestled together with a pronounced cleavage that was riveting to say the least. The prominent bumps pointing at me would have been classified as dangerous weapons at any airport security in the world. Tearing my reluctant eyes away, I discovered that Rae had far less waist than I'd previously thought. Her hips while large were nicely rounded and she was wearing a skirt that moulded them nicely. My eyes flared as I noted that the skirt ended mid thigh showing off her strong tanned thighs and dimpled knees. I've always been a sucker for big girls in minis and I'm absolutely sure that the desk rose six inches as my cock saluted in appreciation.

"Good grief, girl, you're a walking wet dream."

"Ooh, Derek, you have such a way with words." Rae turned slowly enough for me to see the outline of her shelf like bosom and minced out of the room, her rolling arse cheeks and her shapely legs guaranteed a rapid sweating of the brow. I wondered what had brought on this change in attire from frump to sex queen.

I'd made several phone calls to various contacts including the bank, when Raewyn appeared at the door leaning against one of the jambs. "Bill Morrison's here to see you."

She moved away and Bill Morrison backed into the office staring after the vision retreating back to her desk. "Fuck me, young Derek, never realised what a sexy tart that Rae was. She'll have all young deck hands, and a few of the older ones, treading on their tongues and fighting to get into her pants. Shit, we all thought she was gay but she's obviously catting for a fuck. I'd give her one too, but my missus would cut it off if she found out."

I was frowning and shaking my head as jealous thoughts entered my head. I snapped out of it and regarded Bill with what I hoped was some degree of composure. 

"Gotcha, young Derek, you've the hots for that young girl and here I thought you couldn't get it up unless they were fat and fifty."

"Fuck off, Bill." I got back to the business at hand and briefed him on where we were up to. Bill was the senior captain of the trawling fleet. We had several discussions culminating in his agreement to head up the local consortium of 'businessmen' to buy out the cannery.

"Will he go for it, young Derek?"

"I think he will. In the stuff I sent him yesterday was a request for an interview by that Fred Jacobs, the bloodhound reporter from Business Daily. Knowing my unlamented father, he will do anything rather than let his enemies know that he's failed at something. He'll jump ship and we will jump right in."

I then outlined the new business plan that involved invoking the clause ceasing the contract with Langhams if the business changed hands, showed him the art work for the can labels that made prawns, squid, various fish and rock lobster look positively mouth watering, and the new contract with Langham's main rival food chain that contained clauses relating to market fluctuations ensuring the cannery would never again be operating in anything less than a profit situation.

The phone rang. It was the father. "Fuck you, Derek, you lousy incompetent shit. I've signed that fuckin' contract with that local contract, and because you've done such a shithouse job looking after my business, you can get fucked. I've sent the divorce papers with the contract and I never want to hear from you again, you worthless worm!" 

For the second time that morning, a phone was slammed in my ear. Grinning, I gently replaced my receiver and gave Bill the thumbs up. 

"I think that calls for some celebrations at the pub tonight, young Derek. Better get your end away early because you'll be legless by midnight." He left the office and turned off the master switch for the filleting lines, stood at the top of the stairs and told the workers that they now owned a canning factory that he and his fellow skippers, as partners would be fully supporting it. Further, young Derek would be staying on as manager even if he had to shackle the little fucker's legs to the desk. The applause and cheering was somewhat stunning to me but I managed to go out to the landing to shake Bill's hand and raise it in victory. Bill then advised the new owners that they could have a half day off but all to report to the pub by five. 

"Are you coming home for lunch, young Derek?" Maude yelled up at me. She was immediately surrounded by half a dozen randy old tarts demanding an invitation.

"Thanks Maude, but no. I've a teleconference with a marketing firm for our new product line and that's likely to last hours. I'll meet you at the pub no later than five."

Maude looked disappointed and was bustled out by a throng of happy workers going home to get into their glad rags. Bill shook my hand and told me he would meet me at five.

I returned to the office and was met by Raewyn. Gently she hugged me and bussed me on the cheek. "Congratulations Derek. Not only have you won a bright future for the town and the workers, you've also won their hearts and minds. Now, off to that teleconference, I've got serious programs to write." And off I went to three hours of heavy marketing strategy and decisions.

Straight after I'd hung up, I saw the lights go off in the outer office. Raewyn appeared at the door, closed it and leant against it in such a way as to thrust her bazookas into greater prominence, if that were possible. She withdrew her hands from behind her and showed me an icy bottle of champagne and two glasses. 

"I heard what that old bugger, Bill Morrison said about getting your end away before you got on the booze with him and his old cronies. I wish to volunteer. I might warn you that I'm absolutely hopeless when it comes to alcohol. One glass and I go all wobbly! I do believe that I'd probably be completely shameless, just like me mam." 

She advanced toward me and placed the bottle and glasses on the desk. "By the way, me mam also told me what I was missing out on by hanging onto my useless virginity. Heavens above, I'm 26 and overdue to be popped, don't you think, young Derek."

I was pouring the champagne and almost dropped the bottle as she slowly pulled her top up and over her head. Her delicious breasts had been pulled up as she did so and once clear of the top they dropped back and positively quivered at me, her beautifully turgid nipples irritated all day by the top loudly announced their need to be suckled. My straining dick sent a quivering response.

"Get naked, young Derek, and clear the desk. I've a need that's urgent and only you can do something about it."

I ripped my tie off and frantically unbuttoned my shirt as I took in the sight of Raewyn bending slightly to push her mini skirt down from her well rounded hips and over her muscular thighs. I caught a glimpse of her elongated tits and was halfway out of my shirt when her blonde bushy pubes came into view. She wore no panties!! As I unbuckled my belt, I saw the skirt puddle at her feet and watched her straighten up. The sheen on her inner thighs and the sudden aroma of aroused female was clear evidence of her heat. I dropped my strides and kicked my shoes off, never taking my eyes off the naked woman in front of me. I deftly rid myself of socks watching as her hand moved between her thighs and using a finger commenced frotting herself. Another hand reached out to the end of her mountainous breast and pinched an already excited nipple.

Putting the wine and glasses to one side, I cleared the desk in one swoop and moved around the desk and reached for her. Her eyes widened as she saw the aroused state of my cock, pointing and quivering at an eighty degree angle, and weeping drops of desire onto the carpet. I had just taken both her shoulders in my hands when she suddenly dropped to her knees, grabbed my rigid dick with both hands and licked the drooling pre-cum from base to top. Then, like a starving waif, her hot mouth descended and engulfed the already sensitive head.

"Please don't Rae or I'll explode," I groaned. I lifted her up and spun her around so that her large bum rested against the desk. It was my turn to drop to my knees and parting her strong thighs with my shoulder, I saw her beautifully shaped cunt for the first time. I slowly licked up the juices on one thigh while looking up at her. Her eyes closed in rapture as I slowly licked the other. Unable to resist, I reached up and grasped her magnificent torpedoes just as I started licking her oozing twat from bottom to top. She groaned as I deliberately avoided the burgeoning button of her clitoris while I coaxed her outer lips to peel open to reveal the hot moist inner lips. While pinching her rock hard nipples, I stabbed my tongue into her hot depths then swooped upon the quivering tiny cock like clit that had burst from its hood. Several sucks later, my chin and chest were suddenly covered with a burst of her viscous climax. Absolutely incredible!!

She swooned back onto the desk and grabbed me by my ears to haul me upright. "Fuck me, Derek, fuck me or I'll die." Her knees rose and separated further as I reached for my cock. Forcing it to horizontal, I swiped it up and down her oozing cunt and then finding the right spot pushed it in an inch or so. I grabbed her breasts and slowly, ever so slowly, used them to pull my cock into her tight love canal until I fetched up against her cervix. Slowly out and then rapidly in to sheathe myself entirely within her grasping cunt vastly enjoying the primal need to inseminate, to dominate, to make her mine.

Raewyn heaved her rounded stomach up and groaned and I felt a sudden rush of fluid on my balls. Could this woman cum or what!! I lowered my head to her heaving breast and began to suckle first one then the other nipple as I started pistoning in and out of her in the age old dance of love. Faster and fast I went until pleasurable restraint gave way to the primal need to plant my seed. I did, copiously, raising myself up on rigid arms as I shouted my release. She dragged my head down and kissed me passionately poking her tongue into my mouth in time with my slowing thrusts.

"Oooh, Derek, that is positively the greatest enjoyment I've ever had and better by far than my dildos. Oooh, it's still hard and getting harder. Get down on the floor and let me have a ride."

That first sight of this magnificent woman as she gently rode me to numerous climaxes while ensuring her mammaries were well lavished and handled will stay with me until my death bed.

Just after five, we entered the crowded pub to raucous cheers, jeers and filthy talk occasioned no doubt by Rae's post orgasmic blush and her sexy outfit. Cries of "Derek's had his end away", "Rae you filthy wretch, I haven't had him yet", "Fuck me, she's had a right going over", and such like further heightened her blush and made me get a little red in the face as well. My comment that we had been going over reports were greeted with howls of derision and laughter and one comment that flew at us insisted we'd been cumming over reports instead, made me laugh. 

Raewyn had her arm through mine as we fought our way to the bar only to be joined by Maude who put her arm through my other elbow. She looked around me at Rae and grinned widely. "I told you he would be ripe for the plucking if you wore that outfit, or was that fucking. Don't look at me like that, young Derek. Sometimes you lame brained men need to be dragged to bed, you're so stupid. Now don't you go getting pissed as Rae's mum and I have a surprise for you later and if Rae is still up for it, she'll be joining us."

Rae and I never got married but we lived together and had a brood of kids. The sight of her pregnant, great ballooning tits over her fecund tummy as she rode me would have me spurting in seconds while she yelled for more. She was happy to share me and often joined in. The cannery, fishing fleet and town prospered and I continue to thank my lucky stars that my ex-wife and father had come home when they did while roved up Jenny, their old cook. I could not have been banished to a better place, ever! 

Banished to Purgatory?



"What the fuck is going on here??!!" screeched my wife, Bethany. 

Although my head whipped around to see her and my father, Benjamin, standing in the doorway, and even though I had time to glimpse their open mouthed astonishment, I had just started spurting the contents of my tightened balls into the hot welcoming pussy of the household cook. Jenny was kneeling on the bottom of her apron, her voluminous arse hoisted high while I was crouching behind her with my hands gripping her lollopy tits and using them to pull myself as deeply as I could into her clenching depths. 

Sprung, big time!

Jenny pulled away from me and my cock was suddenly free but still spurting, coating the backs of her raddled thighs as she scurried away to stand and cover herself. Since I had only thrown her dress up over her back and pulled the top of her dress down to get at her big blowsy tits, it took no time at all. If she knew I was at home, she never wore panties or bra knowing I was always randy around her and she was always ready for a quick shag. The final drops fell on the flagstones as I slowly stood, pulling my pants and underwear up from my ankles. 

I turned to face the door. Benjamin, tight lipped, growled, "My study, now, young man!" He put his arm around his sobbing daughter, turned and left. 

Jenny was leaning against the bench wringing her hands. I did my best to reassure her. "I'll tell them that I forced you and this was the first time." I pointed my finger at her. "Stick to that story. The master forced you, OK?" She nodded, and gave a little sob. She understood that I knew how important the job was to her at her age. I grabbed some hand towel and pulling my cock out gave it a bit of a wipe to prevent more damage to my underwear.

Entering the study, I was welcomed by a freezing atmosphere. Bethany sat on a lounge holding a wet handkerchief to her mouth and tears were still rolling down her very pretty face. She looked up at me as I entered and just glared. Benjamin was sitting behind his huge mahogany desk also glaring at me.

"Right, Derek, what have you to say for yourself? That was a most disgusting scene Bethany and I witnessed. You were rutting like a wild animal!! Well, lad, well??"

I stood before him like a chastened schoolboy. "I have no reasonable explanation, sir. I went to the kitchen and there was cook on her knees cleaning a spill. Common sense deserted me and I made free use of her there and then." Seeing his jaw drop, I hastily added; "She in no way encouraged me and I had to use brute strength to subdue her. I threatened her with dismissal and she reluctantly complied."

Renewed sobbing from the couch suddenly erupted in anger. "Why her? Why did you want to put your thing into her when you have me? Answer me damn you!!"

I turned and looked at my wife of eight months. She was tall, slim, beautiful even in her misery and anger. She was a successful model and had the best of schooling including and exclusive Swiss finishing college. To most men she was a walking wet dream. But, not to me - to me she was sexless. Bethany's once a week conjugal visit, lights out, no foreplay, no sucking, licking or seconds, her very low libido was the complete opposite to mine. I had to imagine Jenny with her big broad tits, her eager puss, big haunches and round belly to even get off with my wife. I had to lay there in the dark and listen to her scramble to the en suite to thoroughly douche herself to rid herself of unwanted semen. Pregnancy was the most undesirable state she could imagine. Being of reasonable good looks, tall and distinguished, I had been just an ornament to her at the many social events I was forced to attend. I had become miserable.

"I made a promise to your poor benighted father that I would look after you. I allowed you to marry my only daughter, and this is how you repay me, you low swine?" Benjamin's voice had risen and his anger was palpable. My father had been one of the victims of the Lloyds crash and had taken his own life rather than face the enormous bankruptcy that resulted. His schoolboy chum had taken me into his extremely successful business and introduced me to his darling daughter. I had advanced in business and gone backward in love. 

"I want nothing more to do with him, Daddy," whimpered my wife. "Get rid of him." So saying, she rose and stumbled from the room. 

Benjamin looked after his daughter as she left and subsided into his oak and leather chair as if deflated. Finally, he looked up at me still standing before his broad uncluttered desk. "I'll organize a swift divorce – irreconcilable differences. I just wish I could boot you out the door because that's all that you deserve you ungrateful pup. However, because of my promise to your father, I will send you to one of my smaller businesses and you can languish there for eternity for all I care."

Which is why, two days later, I ended up at a small fishing village on the west coast miles from anywhere. It seems Benjamin had a canning factory there that didn't look as if it were doing that well from the minimal amount of research I had been able to do before I was shown the office door. I had felt guilty that I had let him, and my father down and instead of pissing off to warmer climes, accepted my punishment and my banishment in the hope of redeeming myself. I certainly did not have the wherewithal to up bags and leave.

My grandiose title for this minor enterprise of the huge Goodhew conglomerate was Assistant Manager. On a cold, drizzly afternoon, I alighted from the lumbering old bus and looking around, spotted a whitewashed low slung pub. There did not appear to be any such thing as a hotel or motel. The gentle slope down to the docks was lined either side with similar whitewashed low slung buildings and through the murk I could just make out a sharp inlet with boats bobbing at buoys. A two story building with a sign proclaiming it to be the Goodhew Canning Factory was at the end of the cobbled street.

I hefted my two suitcases and trudged through the sleet to the welcoming lights of the pub. I pushed the door open and was met by the fug of cigarette smoke, damp and the smell of beer. The low hubbub of conversation stopped as all faces turned toward me. Putting my suitcases down, I shrugged my coat off and put it on the hat rack next to the door. I guess my attire of smart suit, button down royal blue shirt and Oxford tie urged the occupants into whispered speculation. Bending a little due to the low height of the ceiling, I made my way to the small bar and the dwarfish wizened old man with a pipe hanging out of his mouth who presided.

"And what can I do for you, young man. Are you lost? Motor broken down??"

"No, nothing like that. Firstly, I'd like a pint of your ale, if you please. Secondly, do you have accommodation or is there something nearby?" Silence greeted that followed shortly by some amused guffaws.

"Er no, young man, nothing like that for forty miles. Why do you need accommodation? This is a working village, not a tourist trap. There's just us old farts who've been here all our life just getting by." The old man drew me a pint and placed it before me.

I could feel eyes boring into my back as I took a swallow of the bitter brew. I could feel the dozen or so occupants leaning towards me as I placed the glass on the bar. "Benjamin Goodhew sent me to be the Assistant Manager at the factory." Gasps all round. I turned and looked around. "Is there some problem??"

They all looked at each other and then one of the old guys at the back spoke. "Benjamin bloody Goodhew has never ever been here. Just takes the profits and doesn't re-invest. A few more years and there'll be no factory, and for that matter, bugger all village!" There was general consensus by nodding and shouts of "hear, hear". With shrugs of shoulders, they all turned back to each other and began low conversations sprinkled with words like "whippersnapper", "fucking Goodhew", "bloody end of us for sure", and so on. I guess they were less than impressed with the importance of my arrival. Given their animosity, there was no chance I was going to let on that I was Benjamin's soon to be ex-son.

I turned back to the bar. "So – there's no accommodation to be had at all?"

"None," he paused, "that is unless somebody wants ta board ya. Maybe one of the widows. Maudie Biggs, how about you? I'm sure the young gentleman can pay well, ain't that right, mister, er, mister .....?"

"Derek, Derek Leigh-Mallory." That attracted some guffaws. While such a name was common where I came from, I guess there were few hyphens in this neck of the woods.

I had assumed that all the occupants were mail but in the corner of the room, a big bulky figure with white hair stood and made its way toward the bar. Ruddy faced, with a figure indistinguishable beneath bulky clothing but handsome in a way, she stood in front of me and barely came to my shoulder. "I'm Maude Biggs, and I do have a room that I can let you have." Enormously grateful, I grinned and I guess the pearly whites against my Gstaad ski slopes tan did the trick. She grinned too and her amazing blue eyes sparkled in the low light.

"I'd be most grateful, ma'am," I said.

"Finish your beer and we'll be off. You must be starving after that long trip." So saying she led me out of the now silent pub and down the street to one of the low slung houses about five up from the factory. Ducking my head, I entered the cottage and Maude turned on the light. A cosy sitting room with a fireplace set with a large electric faux coal appliance glowed and the room was warm. At the rear of the room was a kitchen area and two doors led off the main room. She showed me through the rear door and into a quite spacious room with a single bed and a wardrobe. Everything was neat and clean.

"Thank you, this is great. Um, where to I shave and shower?" I said, looking around.

Maude let out a huge bellow of a laugh. "Bless you young man. We have no luxuries like that. We wash at the sink in the kitchen and you can shave using the mirror on the window sill. We have electricity only because of the factory. It wasn't that long ago that we had oil lamps and coal fires. I'll fix you something to eat and then to bed with you. You'll want to start early in the morning."

So, after a really tasty stew, it was off to bed and immediate unconsciousness in the soft bed.

Next morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon and donned a t-shirt over my sleeping shorts and opened the door. I was taken aback by the sight that greeted me. Maude had her broad back to me, a slip down around her waist. She had one arm raised and was using a washcloth on her underarm. From side on I could see a very large zeppelin-like breast. She shifted to the other arm and then one by one, gathered up those immense, lily white breasts and washed under them. I had erected massively at the first sight and started to throb as she made each breast in turn point outward to wash under them. I gasped and she turned toward me dropping her hands as she did so. My eyes were riveted to the huge breasts with their burgeoning red nipples. My shorts were tented and uncomfortable. I licked my lips and looked up into her twinkling blue eyes.

"Now don't tell me a well set up young man like you has never seen a pair of tits before. You probably have but not on an old tart like me, eh?" She eyed the tent in my shorts. "Got you going though. It's probably just a piss hard on. The lavatory is just outside the back door." 

A bit shame faced, I went through the door, completed my ablutions, urged my erection to subside and returned in time to see Maude place a huge plate of eggs and bacon on the kitchen table. She had dressed in some sort of shapeless smock with "Goodhew Canning Factory" on a label above her left breast. I was positive she wore no bra because given what I'd seen, if she had, they would have stood out a mile. Saying that she had to get to work, she grinned at me and left me to my breakfast. I washed, dressed and wandered down the street to the factory.

I entered a side door and saw a long shed with three long benches. About thirty women stood processing fish on one, lobster on another and prawns on the third. All conversation stopped as the women looked me over in my suit and tie and all I could hear was the whirr of the roller belts. Maude detached herself from the middle bench and came to me. She pointed up the stairs and gave me an encouraging smile. As I went up the stairs, conversation resumed.

I entered a two room office area. The outer area contained a middle aged grim faced woman poring over a pile of papers. The door to the inner office opened and shortish man of indeterminate years shuffled out. He was wearing an old cardigan with food stains and judging by his pasty face and tired demeanour, I guessed he was dying of some cancer or other. I later found out that I was right.

"Leigh-Mallory is it? Jim Fletcher. I've had a letter from Mr. Goodhew. Come with me and I'll show you around. Lord knows I could do with the help." And one of the kindest, most remarkable men I've ever met took me under his wing and was exceedingly grateful that I absorbed everything he told me and gave him the respect he was due. He explained the good bits, the bad bits and the bits in between. What was clear was that although the factory did maintain a small profit, it had been declining for some years. It seemed all of the produce was labeled for a large supermarket conglomerate and they had locked the factory into a long term price that was now unreasonable while they made the big bickies. Obviously some head office nonce had negotiated a stupid contract. I just hoped it hadn't been me. 

At three, all noise below had ceased. The woman in the outer office had donned a coat and stolen away while Jim and I talked. At five, we locked up and headed up the hill to the pub. His gait was slow. Outside the door, we shook hands, he wished me well and then went home and died in the night. I had a couple of pints at bar and then made my way to Maude's cottage. She greeted me with a grilled fish dish, a smile, and questions about my day. She read a book while I pored over paperwork I had brought with me. Before she went to bed she advised me that a more casual look would earn me more respect both at the factory and the pub.

Next morning, I again awoke to the smell of bacon. The dirty little boy in me leapt out of bed in the hopes of seeing those breasts but was soon disappointed. She was sitting at the table fully dressed. After eating, I divested myself of the t-shirt and stood at the sink to shave and wash. As I was washing, Maude came and stood behind me. In the mirror, I could see her twinkling blue eyes as she asked if I needed help washing my back. Mutely, I handed her the wash cloth and she began to run it over my back and then under my arms. It was when she reached around me to run it over my slim muscular torso that I became aware that she was breathing hard. Not only that, I could feel her breasts against my wet back. I erected immediately. 

I heard her mutter; "We'd better wash this too." Then she pulled my waistband out with one hand and swooped with the wash cloth and firmly grasped my rigid manhood. "Oooh," she whispered, "that's a fair size young Derek, much bigger than my Bert's." I stood there stunned as she pulled the wash cloth out and threw it in the sink only to return with both hands to massage and stroke with the occasional caress of my now tightened balls. "Tell me I shouldn't be doing this. Tell me to act my age, young Derek."

Maude tightened her hands and skimmed the pre-cum off my slit with her thumb and I let out a strangled gasp. "You keep doing that and you'll have an accident on your hands, dear Maude."

"What? You'd cum for an old biddy like me? Dear oh dear."

"Maude, drop the old woman bullshit. To me you are a very sexually desirable woman and not the first lady of middle years that I've shared some mutual pleasure with. I appreciate the more mature rounded figure and you have one helluva a figure."

She giggled like a girl. "Prove it. Give me a table ender before I go to work. I haven't had a shag in years. Make it quick though. Here, I'll get my tits out if that turns you on." And so saying, she lifted her Goodhew Canning Factory smock up over her head and threw it on the kitchen chair. Her wonderfully brazen tits lifted with the action and started to bounce. She gripped them and then tweaked her arrogant nipples into prominence. "Come on then, young Derek, let's be having you."

Maude turned, dropped her panties and leaned on the table, conspicuously parting her sturdy legs and waggled her big broad behind at me. I could see the parting of the ways, her big lips hanging and dripping lubricant. I bent my knees, positioned my rearing prick and slid the head in. Reaching around her broad back, I gathered up her mighty bazooms and slid my cock deep into her hot welcoming depths. She gasped out loud. "Good gawdy Miss Maudie, he's big and beautiful. Fuck me lad, fuck me, I'm dying for it." And I did, fucked her hard and thoroughly, through three big orgasms I'm proud to say, before I totally lost it big time and fired salvo after salvo into her juicy cunt. We stood there shivering with the intensity of it before she stirred and squeezed me out of her still clutching vagina.

On the way down the hill to the cannery, we learnt that Jim would not be with us again. On the way down the hill to the cannery, I learnt that there were several other 'girls' on the line that would appreciate a visit from me. That had me salivating at the thought. Most of the ladies on the line were fishing widows, or left alone for long periods of time.

During the day, I phoned my soon to be ex-father, found out that the contract with the supermarket chain would be void if the cannery was sold, got it sold to me for a piss ant amount and had several computers sent. The grim old dear in the front office decided to retire and one of the younger widows from the floor volunteered to work there. She turned out to be a natural and was not beyond the odd cock sucking and a table ender when in the mood. Over a period of time, the village prospered as I set up a co-operative with the townsfolk. We did well because we had the best produce in the land and sold only to the high end of the market. Younger people came to work, the pretty village became de rigueur on the tourist scene and modernization took place, to some extent. 

However, that first night in Maude's bed set the scene for years to come. I lay there, my head resting on her soft pillow as big broad Maude, her hands clenched in my chest hair rode up and down on my steely cock, her lovely blue eyes twinkling merrily while groped her massive hangers and latching my greedy hot mouth on her big maternal nipples. After cumming a blast, she licked and sucked me clean and then rigid, tit fucked me between her gorgeous breasts and finished me off in her lusty mouth. As we lay there entwined, she ticked off the names of about a dozen of her fellow workers who she'd lined up for me to fuck with the admonishment that I would have to wake up in her bed. I had a wonderful time with a bunch of extremely eager, well fed and upholstered ladies whose maturity allowed the raunchiest of couplings with some of what they wanted surprised even me. Even a three in bed romp with Maude happened on occasion.

Did I regret the day my wife found me rove up the family cook? Not on your Nelly. Paradise or what?



Banished to Purgatory? Ch. 02



You should read 'Banished' before you read this.

*

Maude Biggs held her arms tightly against her ribs to take some of the weight off her massive breasts as she caressed and pinched the tight nubbins of their aching teats. Gently undulating her hips, she gasped as young Derek's educated tongue teasingly swirled around and over her mightily aroused clitoris. 

Her late, unlamented husband had never got his mouth anywhere near her hairy crotch. All he desired from her was a quick shag in the dark after a Saturday evening spent in the pub with his fisherman mates. The same could not be said about young Derek Leigh-Mallory. It was a poncy name but he was as far removed from belonging to that world as she was. He adored her body and much preferred full light in which to see her voluptuousness it all its glory - daylight, night light, all the same. He liked to play with her various parts and the morning he first went down on her was firmly, erotically implanted in her memory. She had told her mate Betty about it and was pleased as punch at her friend's astonished reaction. She recalled that she had cum almost immediately his hot tongue had penetrated her moistness then swiped over her burgeoning clit. Now she almost demanded a bit of oral before they began their lusty fucking.

This morning, Maude had cum twice on his tongue and delighted in him sucking the juices that she poured into his hungry mouth. She let one big wobbly tit fall as she reached behind her to check on his readiness. Unsurprised she found him big and hot, with viscous fluids dripping onto his muscly abdomen. He had cum several times in the past just by tonguing her and she had been denied some penetration for a while. No knowing how far off he was, she hurriedly scuttled back and grasping his rock hard penis slotted it neatly into her dripping cunt. Shifting and grinding she forced herself down on it until his pubic hair scraped against nether lips. 

Derek reached up for her big round breasts and gripped them hard, smiling at the intense concentration on Maud's face as she buried his shaft in her hot welcoming box. The intense sensation of his cock being surrounded by her oily vaginal walls almost had him sperming them and with immense control he held off knowing that she wanted at least a small ride on him before he came.

"Don't you dare, young Derek. I shouldn't have left you feeding on me for so long knowing that you get off on it you greedy swine. Pinch my tits, darling, while I have a little gallop." 

Derek heard the suctioning noise and felt her lift off him almost to the point of un-dicking then slam herself down to then rapidly rise and fall as she used him to fuck herself off. He laid motionless beneath her holding her massive milky blue veined orbs as they rolled and swayed with her movements. Suddenly, she sat down heavily on him and he felt the pulsing contractions of her cunt yielding to the inevitable orgasm as she jammed his cock head into her cervix. That did it – he shot his bolt and felt her vagina contract in reaction. Six or seven times he pulsed into her fiery depths as she cried out and fell on him almost smothering him with her grey hair. He parted enough of her thick hair to breathe and gently stroked her heaving flanks as she came slowly down from her orgasmic high. His prick having done its job detumesced slowly and with one last contraction her satisfied cunt expelled it.

"Gawd you're a lovely fucker, Derek. Where have you been all my life? And don't give me that line about not being born for most of it – I know I'm much older than you but I really don't give a toss." She leaned back and studied the handsome tanned young man still on his back beneath her. "You told me about that episode with old Jenny the cook that got you tossed out of the Goodhew family home so I understand you like older women. Was it a thing with your mother?"

"No, certainly not!! If you must know, I hardly ever saw her before she died. She was ill and in and out of various sanatoriums for most of my childhood years."

"Well, somebody certainly got you going. Own up, who was it?" Maude swayed forward and lightly boxed his head with her hanging mammaries.

Derek's amazing green eyes smiled at her. "Okay, okay, get those big things of yours out of my face and I'll tell you. Thank you, now I can breathe. Due to mother's illness, I was wet nursed as soon as I was hatched. Father left me alone because he blamed me for my mother's illness and thus I was left in the care of Elsie right up until I went to boarding school aged 13. Elsie was in her early thirties when I was borne and had been a household servant since she was 12. My earliest memory in life was of me nursing at her big succulent breasts. I continued to nurse at them for many years even when I came home from school on hols. I would tell her something bad that had happened, and the first thing she would do would settle me on her lap and whip out a tit for me to suck upon."

"And you hated it, you greedy beggar."

"I loved it. Elsie wasn't much to look at and the hairy upper lip tickled when she kissed me night nights and tucked me in. She was big all over and could pick me up easily until well into my teens. I was 14 or 15 when I noticed that as I sucked on her proffered teat she would occasionally shudder and close her eyes. I became determined to do all I could to bring on those shudders because I could always tell by her dreamy eyes afterward that she got some form of enjoyment from my sucking and tweaking." Derek paused reflectively. "It was around that time that I started to notice that my dickie would get all hard and weepy."

"Go on you dirty beggar, I can feel you getting hard just on your memories. There must have come a time when you did more than just suck."

Derek grinned, his lovely white teeth flashing against his ski slope tan. "Eighteenth birthday and home for the hols for the last time before university. Straight after the obligatory dinner with the pater, he shot through to his club and I shot up to Elsie. By this time I was taller than her and when I gave her a hug, as soon as I felt her breasts pushing against my chest, my prick reared against her lovely big tummy. I gave her a moist kiss and she returned it with a vengeance. She told me to nurse on her titties as they had missed me so much. She was in an old dressing gown that she pulled apart to bare her big bouncers. They were every bit as big as yours, Maudie, and even though they flopped down and I had to lift them a long way to get my mouth on them, they were still the sexiest things I'd ever seen. I was giving them a good going over when I noticed that she had started undressing me. Within minutes I was naked and sporting a massive cockstand. She wrapped a big fist around it and moaned. Seconds later I was pushed onto my back on the bed and she knelt between my legs and hoisted her big lollopy breasts up onto my thighs. 'Happy Birthday' she said then grabbed my dick and gulped it down like a starving wretch. Almost as soon as her hot mouth closed on me and spouted like you wouldn't believe."

"I believe, I believe and I believe my very good friend is as hard as a rock again. I'll just put him somewhere warm while you tell me the rest."

"Oooh, very nice, Maudie, dear. As you can imagine, I didn't go soft and Elsie bless her swallowed all my spendings. Telling me she had waited for years for this, she stood up and dropped her old dressing gown. What a sight!! Pulchritudity - no doubt about it – the only word to describe her body. Enormous breasts swishing about on her big tummy, huge hips and thighs like tree trunks and between her legs a mass of dark curly hair that trailed right up to her belly button. I was mesmerised as she climbed aboard me, and her enormous udders crashed into my face. Almost smothered, I felt her grab me and before I knew it I was in her cunt, deep into her cunt. I had never felt the like. Before a single movement could be made, I'd helplessly spurted into her. It was the most glorious experience of my inexperienced life. Elsie moaned and then did things with her cuntal muscles that made me stiff again. Next thing I knew she was pounding up and down on me moaning and weeping and crying out until I shot off again."

"The greedy bitch! She milked you three times!"

"Oh no, it was more like 7 times by the time we fell into an exhausted sleep. Next morning I awoke to a hot slurpy blow job and when she moved around to plop her meaty nether lips on my mouth, I certainly didn't object, and I rapidly learnt the joy of sucking juice from a woman's demanding cunt and finding out what a tonguing of the big bump can do for her enjoyment. After sucking the morning excess out of me, she got on her knees and got me to mount her like a dog. I fucked at her while holding on to her massive breasts for leverage."

"I'll bet that wasn't the last time."

"No, it wasn't. Every opportunity after that until I went off to university in Saltzberg. There I found lodgings with a pair of German spinsters who thought I was quite the young gentleman and within weeks I was giving them both what they had longed for. When I got home after three years, Elsie had been retired by my father and he had set up a betrothal with his business partner's daughter. The rest you know. She wasn't the brightest although she was beautiful. She was a dead fuck more interested in ensuring her nails were clean than enjoying sex. I'd only shagged Jenny the cook about four times before I was caught, and here I am. I say, are we going to work today or are you going to bring me off."

"How about I suck you off?"

"Ah, Maudie, you sure know a way to a man's heart. Suck away, darling, it won't take long."

"Mmmmph – bloody lovely. Did you know that Betty's ready and waiting for you. Her tits are bigger than mine and she hasn't had a decent shag in 20 years......here you go, spray my tits, just.....like......that........ooooohhh what a load, lover. That got you off didn't it? Mind you, I might just keep you to myself........."



Banished to Purgatory? Ch. 03



You should read 'Banished to Purgatory?' and 'Banished (2) before you read this.

*

As I strolled down the slight hill through the light drizzle towards the cannery, I reflected on life's strange twists and turns. I had been turfed out of the family home by Benjamin Goodhew after he and my wife Bethany had discovered me cumming all over the broad white arse of the elderly household cook. I had been banished to a Goodhew owned cannery located in a small coastal village, ostensibly to assist in the management. However, within 48 hours of my arrival, Jim Fletcher the real manager had succumbed to the ravages of cancer leaving me to fend for myself. Just as importantly I had been taken in by Maude Biggs, a big strapping woman who found out what my weakness was; large breasted older tarts who loved to fuck. Before I had left to come to work, she had inveigled out of me the story of my adolescent teachings at the massive breast of my old wet nurse, Elsie.

The day had started well with a couple of great fucks and some generous cock sucking and clit lashing. Maude trailed behind me down the hill so that some of the people might consider our relationship to be lodger and landlady even though she had admitted to having already confided in her best friend Betty. I had work to do, serious work. The cannery was hanging on by the bare threads. The fishermen provided the best seafood in the country but it was turned into cat food or supplied at ridiculous prices to the biggest grocery chain in the world. The fishermen were underpaid, the cannery workers were underpaid and the town showed a distinct lack of go ahead. It was almost forgotten. What started as a small collection of rough houses around a picturesque well sheltered cove had progressed little over the last 50 years or so. The cannery was the newest addition and the pub was a converted house. There was one electricity line direct to the cannery but I had my suspicions as to why the bills were so high.

Two trawlers lay alongside the dock and crates of fish were being hauled up for their innards. The hum of the slicing and dicing conveyor belts was clearly audible but nearly drowned out by the squawking of the gulls as they fed on the refuse that exited at the far end of the shed.

I wandered through the door and waved at the lines of ladies at the slicing and dicing belts. Compared to old Jim in his tea and food stained cardigan I must have looked completely out of place. I had my royal blue shirt with old school tie complete with blazer and slacks. I knew that my name had caused considerable mirth among a community of Bills, Jims and Bobs. However, as Derek Leigh-Mallory I couldn't help my parentage but had enough gumption and family connections to try to help the town and its motley inhabitants. Why I do not know. Big hearted, as well as big breasted Maude had told me of the daily struggle and old Jim had died a frustrated man trying to do his best. I climbed the stairs to the office and on entering was greeted by the sight of the old crone that had been Jim's office 'girl' standing there with her arms akimbo, a small cardboard carton at her feet.

"Jim would have been at work two hours ago," she sniffed. "I have been here since the cannery opened and will soon be joining Jim in his grave. My son has found me a nice place in a nursing home along the coast and is picking me up in an hour. You will find details of my banking arrangements on your desk." Off she went, down the stairs and thankfully out of my life. 

I needed help and fast. Down the stairs I went and sought out Maude. I drew her outside away from the noise and told her of my dilemma. I told her I needed a girl – that threw her for a minute – who was computer literate and smart. I didn't care how ugly she was as long as the she had the necessary qualifications. And I needed her now. She nodded and went inside. I followed and saw her talking with one of the old filleters who followed up a concentrated frown with a big smile. She took off her smock and took off out the door. Maude gave me the thumbs up and I went up the stairs to tackle the enormous task of getting organised to do business. 

I had just finished emptying out the single filing cabinet into piles of like matters when the door burst open to admit a female wrestler, or at least, someone built like one. She had short cropped dirty blonde hair, a plain homely face and a bulky body hidden by a bulky overcoat. She was as tall as I, youngish with intelligent grey eyes that looked me up and down and widened as she took in my attire. She looked around the office at the piles of files and then back to me. "Me mam tells me you're looking for an office girl that knows computers and such like?"

"Absolutely but, what qualifies you for the job? I need somebody who is really bright with computers and can get on with the job."

"Well, Mister Leigh-Mallory, I may look like a bricklayer but I passed out top of my class at university in economics and computer science. I trod the boards for 6 months looking for a job but all they wanted was somebody who looked like Marilyn Monroe rather than anybody with brains. I've been home for a week or so when me mam told me you wanted somebody like me. If it is looks you're after you can stuff your job up your fancy arse. If it's brains, then it's me cos you won't find anything else in this place." She put her hands on her hips and glared at me.

"You're hired. What's your name?"

"Raewyn but call me Rae. And by the way, I don't stand for any funny business."

"Never mind that. What I want you to do is find a couple of computers for us, the best you can find, with all the stuff that goes with it. We'll need high speed wireless because I don't think the electricals are all that flash down here. Also, there's only one telephone and we'll need one for you and lines for modems. If you're as good as you say you are then this will be your test. Off you go – I've got hours of work ahead of me sorting out this crap." 

She turned tail and headed out the door. Two hours later she returned carrying three cartons bearing the name of a well known high end brand of computer equipment. Four more cartons and she started unpacking. Before she had finished the first box, a smart looking lad wearing a telecom outfit bustled in and began beavering around the office fixing up access points and installing a telephone. "You need satellite," he muttered. I nodded and with half an hour he was gone and we were connected to the outside world.

Less than an hour after that, Rae appeared at the door to my office. The overcoat had come off some time before and she was wearing a pair of jeans and a bulky hairy type pink sweater. "We're set. What do you want me to do?" I told her to start inputting all of the data from the amount of fish and their type right through to the petty cash records. I also told her to lose the jeans. Jeans on a big chick are downright horrible. She looked at me for a minute, saw I wasn't joking, turned and left muttering a 'you'll be sorry'.

At five I told her to leave and so did I. At Maude's I found a note directing me to the pub. I doffed the tie and blazer and set off up the hill to meet her. The pub's main room was small, had low ceiling and was smoky. All conversation stopped as I entered. To my relief, there were some waves, some 'evening, Dereks' and conversation resumed. Clearly they had accepted me. I spotted Maude in a corner seated with a brunette of advanced years wearing glasses. Grabbing a pint I sat down opposite the woman and quaffed half the ale. It had been a long day.

"Betty, this is Derek, as you well know. Derek, Betty my bosom buddy. Known each other since pre-school, we have. My Bert and her Harold went down on the same trawler, silly bastards." Maude and Betty clinked glasses of ale and smiled at each other.

"Hello Betty, Maude has told me a lot about you."

Maude leaned towards her friend and said quietly, "Especially the bit about you not getting a bit for ages."

"Maude, you didn't. What must he think of me?"

I looked her over and liked what I saw. Betty had a friendly ruddy face, lovely brown eyes and clearly the dips at her shoulders where her bra straps were under her dress were clearly carrying some hefty sort of weight. The dress was buttoned to the neck but I had no trouble seeing that she sported quite a chest. My prick twitched. "I think that if you are a friend of Maude's then you and I will be just as friendly. Why don't we drink up, I'll get a bottle of Scotch and take it to Maude's and we'll have a quiet drinky together. What do you say?" Within minutes I trailed the two arm-in-arm friends down the road with lurid thoughts lighting my way.

It was obvious that the two old friends had been having a few before I got to the pub and this was much giggling, pushing and shoving before they managed to get in the door. I poured three healthy shots and we toasted each other. I was staring at Betty's heaving bosom and at the flush on her neck. This lady was hot to trot and judging by the bright sparkle in Maude's eyes, so was she. They told me to have another drink while they made themselves comfortable in Maude's bedroom. Minutes later I heard a 'oh Derek, come on in' and in I went. 

My tongue nearly fell out of my head. Propped up against the bed head were two busty women of indeterminate years side by side with an arm under their extremely impressive breasts that raised them as if proffering them to me. What made me gasp was that they both had their legs wide apart with knees raised and each were diddling the other's cunny with their unoccupied hand. It ranked as one of the sexiest sights I'd ever seen and my eager prick nearly burst from my pants like a moon bound rocket.

"Girls, girls, you are very, very good friends. Keep that up and I'll need my pants cleaned."

"Get 'em orf, get 'em orf," they chorused. I got 'em orf real quick.

"Good gawd, Maude, look at the cock stand on the lad," gasped Betty. "I've never seen the like!"

"I know what you mean, Betty. It was in fine working order this morning, I can tell you. You go first. Give him a quick slurp to say hello and then let him have his head. Trust me, he'll give you a good gallop and then he'll do the same to me. He fucks like a dog on heat," said Maude shoving her friend at me.

Betty got onto her knees and made her way to the end of the bed, her big pendulous tits swinging like bell clappers. She had eyes only for my rampant prick. And I had to rapidly grab her shoulders to stop her falling off the end of the bed as she made a grab for it. She missed and grabbed my hip while my leaking cock slapped her around the face until she managed to wrap her tiny hand around it and feed it into her rapacious mouth. Betty swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside and then applied suction while stroking up the glistening shaft. She swiped some pre-cum off the slit then sat back and wiped her lips with her tongue. She looked over her shoulder at Maude. "This is so yummy, Maudie, a prince among cocks." Quickly Betty placed my rigid cock against her breast bone, then grasped her left breast and then her right to sandwich it between them. "Ooooh, Maudie, it pokes out the top; Harold's never did that!" 

Betty let go and fell back on the bed narrowly missing Maude who was lazily circling and obviously aroused clit with her forefinger. "Fuck me, lad, fuck my brains out. I haven't had a stiff prick in donkeys." She held her big thighs apart and they rippled in the lamp light. Her nether lips were very puffy and darkly suffused with blood while a stream of clear viscous fluid flowed steadily from the bottom of her gaping crack. I fell on it and speared a rigid tongue straight in. "Maudie, Maudie, he's got his tongue in my cunt! You told me but I didn't believe me. Oh, Maudie, Maudie, he's sucking on my button ...... oooooh Maudie, I've just given him a mouthful of cunt cream, dearie! He's just got to fuck me now, please, please Maudie, tell him to stick it in and do me!!"

"Fuck her, Derek, you're driving her mad. You can play with her later," rasped Maude who was clearly having an orgasm on her finger and at the sight of her best friend about to be impaled.

I held on to Betty's meaty calves, positioned my knob,swiped it over her bulging clit and then drove it home, right to the hilt. Instantly she shuddered and flushed me with juices, her eyes rolling back in her head. I fell upon her upraised nipples biting and sucking as I rapidly rode her to a series of orgasms, each one greater than the last. My surging sperm could wait no longer. I got my knees on the end the bed and pinching her nipples for purchase drove right to the end and unloosed big spurts of hot steamy joy juice. Suddenly I felt Maude behind me clasping my convulsively clenching arse cheeks as I pumped what seemed to be gallons into the increasingly slimy depths of her friend. 

Maude kissed me on the neck. "That's a fuck she'll take to the grave, young Derek. I just love to hold your arse when you're cumming – so powerful, so firm, so young. Never felt the like in all my born days. Pull that prick out of her and I clean you off."

"Ah Maude, all you want to do is suck me stiff so I'll have to fuck you to get rid of it. I see right through you, you old tart!"

"I may be an old tart, young Derek, but you can't say I'm not generous to my friends."



Banished to Purgatory? Ch. 04



You should read the first three chapters to find out how we got here.

*

I slowly drifted into awareness following a deep and pleasurable sleep. My face was being gently slapped by a warm cushiony pillow. I blinked fully awake and realised that I was being pummelled by a pair of giant tits. Those tits leaned back a little and I saw the highly amused face of my landlady Maude.

"Finally awake, young Derek," she smiled, "I've no wonder you were dead to the world after what you did to poor Betty, and to me, last night, you darling spunk bucket you."

Last night had been debauched to say the least. After a good day's work in the canning factory, I had joined Maude and her friend Betty at the pub. Shortly thereafter I had joined Betty, then Maude, then Betty again. Then I had Maude lie on top of Betty and fucked both their steaming gashes while mauling Maude's majestic breasts. I'd pulled out and hosed both their pulsating pussies with some still impressive streamers of spunk. I'd then collapsed and fell into the aforementioned deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Maude sat on my stomach and kept pummelling my bearded face until I grabbed one two handed and latched onto it with my hot mouth. Her big dark nipple erected and so did the other when I switched to it. I felt a little gush of woman juice on my stomach and my semi-erect cock lurched to fullness. Thinking I'd manoeuvre her cunny back onto my morning erection, I was surprised find it grabbed and a hot sucking mouth placed over it. After a couple of swirling sucks, a hot tongue laved me from my testicles right up the cum vein to the sensitive tip then recommenced sucking while a hand gently caressed my balls. I stopped sucking on Maude's breast and looked questioningly up at her.

"Betty wanted to stay over for breakfast, and I'm sure you'll oblige." 

I could only nod and gasped as I felt my dick become surrounded by warm sweaty breast flesh. Maude shuffled up my torso and presented her damp hairy grotto for some tongue action. This allowed Betty to stuff me closer into her cleavage and to apply a magnificent suction to my inflamed cock. The combination of my hands mauling Maude's swinging breasts, my taste buds rioting at the fragrant juices streaming from her lewd cunt, plus the exquisite suction did for me; I came, fountaining a large teaspoon of man gravy into Betty's swallowing throat. Phew! What a way to wake up.

I wandered down the hill towards the canning factory feeling pleasantly satiated after a morning romp and eggs and bacon. Betty and Maude had left well before me and were at their place in the filleting line as I strolled in. Immediately I was the recipient of cat calls and whistles and I knew it wasn't only because of my natty attire that set off my ski slope tan and dark good looks. Sure enough, through the noise of the machinery I heard comments like 'Jeez, Maude, when's it my turn', and 'No wonder Betty's walking bow legged this morning', and 'Gawd what a stud', and so on. I flashed them a wide smile, sketched a wave and bounded up the stairs to the office.

Rae, the young woman with the wrestler's body and the modern knowledgeable brain was beavering away at a keyboard with a pile of files beside her. She glanced up as I entered and we exchanged 'morning's as I moved into my office. I had barely logged in when a mug of hot steaming coffee was plonked on my desk. I looked up at Rae who was standing in front of the desk, her arms crossed under her impressive bouncers. 

"You should be more careful who you fuck, Derek," she opined. "Bloody Betty has been yarping on about her night sex with you and that old tart Maude. Made 'em all bloody envious, I can tell you. You'd better take charge or you'll have a stream of cock hungry cunts making excuses to see you to invite you to dinner, or something." 

She was right. Minutes after she'd strolled back to her desk there was a knock on the door and there stood Olive Martin. Olive had a very curvy figure packed into her apron and a lascivious smile on her ruddy dial. "I know you're staying with Maude Biggs but I'd like you have dinner with some night. I'm renowned for my jam roly poly," she said rolling her eyes like a teenager.

I ushered Oliver out of the office and she stole a surreptitious grope of my manhood, the bitch. I promised her I would definitely think about it and then directed Rae to keep any more visitors out of the office.

About mid morning, I was in the middle of some serious analysis of catch versus price when the door opened. Another steaming cup landed on my desk. "Bill Morrison's here to see you and I told him you would. He's one of the senior boat captains." She turned and left to be replaced by a largish, gnarled, white hair old salt also clutching a steaming cup in his sunburnt paw. 

"You'll be young Derek who took over from Jim the Manager. Do ya know what ya doing, sonny?"

From this unpromising start I gave Bill my background especially the work and educational experiences while he stared at me grimly. I could see that he was coming to realise that I was no dunderhead and he visibly relaxed his attitude by the time he'd finished his coffee.

"Well, young Derek, I can see ya know a bit about business and my niece Rae seems to think you've got a head on ya shoulders. Try this on for size. Me and the other skippers have been pissed off for years slaving our guts out while your father, fuckin' Benjamin fuckin' Goodhew got the cream of our work. You'll find out soon enough that we've just been dropping off enough catch for the factory to operate while we've been selling the cream of our catch at the fish markets down the coast. Waddaya goin' ta do about it?"

I told him that I'd already come to that conclusion and that the factory had been running at a loss for at least the last three years. I told him of a plan that I'd figured out and he broke into a wide gap toothed grin.

"Good onya, young Derek, you'll do. By the way, I hear you're keeping old Maudie Biggs happy in the sack. Me and a few of the others have had to throw the odd fuck her way over the years since her old man died. There's a few more that we've had to service as well. We're all getting to old for that now so we're all glad there's some young stud to take over. And best of luck, young Derek, they're a randy lot." He got up to leave. "By the way, young Derek, keep ya hands off my niece or she'll break ya fuckin' neck!" He guffawed his way out of the office and slammed the outer door.

Rae appeared at the door in what seemed to be her favourite pose – tree trunk-like legs akimbo, big brawny arms crossed under her impressive breasts to push them up and out even if hidden by a loose black sweater. "Uncle Bill seemed happy. You wouldn't want to upset him or you'll find you'll be turned into crayfish bait." She turned and walked away, her massive haunches roiling and rolling within the confines of her longish skirt. She had shapely if sturdy calves and quite dainty ankles. I shook my head and went back to work.

At lunch time, the machinery ground to a halt and Rae appeared at the door. "You know, they all go home for lunch but you don't. You come with me cos me mam wants to give you some of her crab sandwiches and they're the best in town. She wants to thank you for taking me on. Come on." She was not the sort of girl one argued with.

Two houses up on the left was where Rae and her mam lived. No wonder she'd appeared so quickly the day before. She practically lived on the doorstep of the factory. I recognized her mam as the woman who'd been in conversation with Maude the previous day. She too was built like a brick shithouse and I could see where Rae got her plain looks from. However her grimness was alleviated considerably by twinkling brown eyes and a truly humongous set of tits. "Please sit, young Derek," she said. "These sandwiches are fresh made from this morning's catch." I did and they were mouth wateringly good. 

Rae tucked in was finished faster than I. "I've got to run back cos I want to see the end of that program I was running." She shot through slamming the door on her way out.

"Rae didn't introduce us, did she?" I shook my head. "I'm Sheila and I'm ever so grateful to you for taking her on. I'm ever so proud of her but I'm afraid she inherited my looks and her father's attitude. He was a mean bastard but built like a jockey."

I couldn't help it, I grinned at the image of some small man mounted on the amazon who sat opposite me, the wide shelf of her bosom resting on her forearms as she sipped her tea. I cut off a laugh at an image of her riding him. 

Sheila frowned. "What's got you going, young Derek?"

"I'm very sorry I'm abusing your hospitality after these lovely crab sandwiches. It's just the thought of you being mounted by somebody a lot smaller than you, that's all"

"It wasn't funny at the time, I can tell you." Her eyes were twinkling with the memory. "Every time I turned around, he'd have my skirts up and his cock out." She laughed out loud. "He wasn't very tall and he'd have to stand on that footstool over there to get it in, and, when it was in, I could hardly feel it. Still he got enough in there to start a baby. He'd hold onto my titties and rut away and I could literally wash the dishes while he got his end away." 

She rolled her head back laughing and I couldn't help noticing the shuddering mounds under the top of her dress. Sheila swung her eyes back just in time to see where I was looking and the fact that I was licking my lips.

Suddenly, she stopped laughing and was eying me speculatively. "I dare say I'd know you were rove up me, young Derek, from what Betty was saying this morning." I smiled modestly. She rose and came to stand beside me. I swiveled on the chair and almost had my nose in her huge chest. "I really don't think that sandwiches will thank you enough for you employing Rae. From what I here, you like a good size pair of tits and I think I qualify, don't you?" 

It was a rhetorical question. My eyes were popping as she undid buttons down the front of her dress to reveal a very long line of cleavage. More and more buttons came undone until – with a pause for effect – she flung it wide open. My mouth fell open and I dribbled. There in front of me hung two well filled but elongated marbled white breasts that rested on her bulging tummy. They were crisscrossed with blue veins and were capped by two downward pointing nipples the size of my thumb. Her broad hips were encased in a surprisingly modern pair of panties even if they were of a size where I could fit into one leg. I'm sure she had legs but I was mesmerised by the huge breasts in front of me, each bigger than a rugby union football. I gathered one enormous orb up and feasted on the thick nipple and it actually grew in my mouth. I swapped to the other and gave it equal time while my rampant cock was running out of room inside my pants.

"We have to be getting back, young Derek, so we don't have much time. Let's have a quick shag this time and we'll play tittyfucking and other games another day. Come on lad, let's have a table ender." So saying, she used one brawny arm to sweep the plates to one end of the table, while wrenching her panties down her massive thighs. With surprising dexterity she sat her broad arse on the end of the tab and spread her legs to reveal her extremely hairy pudenda. Her amazing breasts settled like blanc manges but she held them in place with her arms as she grasped the back of her thighs and lifted them up. 

I was around there as fast as the trousers around my ankles could let me. One look at the drooling crevasse answered the reason why she hadn't felt her husband's penis when it had been up her. It was too enticing and I quickly ran the flat of my tongue from the bottom to the top rasping over the prominent clitoris and did it twice more before I felt her hand on the back of my neck pulling me upright.

"Don't fuck around, young Derek, we've no time. Do me, do me now," she mewled.

Grabbing my tumescent cock, I notched it within the dark wine nether lips and slid it home. She wasn't tight but she was excitingly hot. I shafted all the way in and reached for her upright nipples. One hard pinch each and I felt her cuntal muscles grip then relax to send a spurt of her joy juice out over my balls to puddle on the end of the table and, as I discovered later, to pool in my jockeys. I grabbed her massive thighs and began fucking her with increasing speed watching as her milky blue veined breasts wobbled around on her like mad things. She was whimpering continuously and her cunt was weeping profusely.

"Cumming, you bloody awesome bitch," I yelled and thrust to the very core of her and unloaded. "Take that, and that, and that," I muttered as each burst of spunk felt like it was being fired from a gun. 

Sheila sat up and pushed me back so that my cock came out and fired another round up and over her hairy belly. She scrambled down the table and grabbing my dick, pulled it into her mouth sucking like a starving puppy and causing me to almost buckle at the knees with the pain/pleasure of it. She gulped away until she had ambushed the last trickle and leaned back against the table wiping her mouth, her fist still wrapped around my wilting penis. 

"That was some fuck, young Derek. We'll do it again sometime but in more comfort and with time to play. Waddayasay?" What could I say, dear friends, she had my cock in her hands and my heart in my mouth. 



Banished to Purgatory? Ch. 05



My apologies again for the delay in posting this chapter in the series – I cannot get at my computer with two teenage kids vying to see who can download the most musical crap onto their I-Pods.

Just a short recap of the previous chapters for those who came in late. I had been caught giving my father's raddled old cook a doggy fuck by both he and my young wife, Bethany. Banished to a small fishing town to help run the local cannery, I ended up managing it after the resident manager died. I was taken in by big generous Maude who helped me assimilate and introduced me to a bunch of old tarts who also assisted my healthy well being. I had a plot to rid the town of my father-in-law who owned the cannery. Now read on .......

I wandered down the hill towards the canning factory feeling pleasantly satiated after a lunch comprising beautiful crab sandwiches plus a fast and furious table ender fuck with Sheila, Raewyn's enormous mother. The only problem was that my recently emptied balls were nestled in a cool puddle of our combined fluids, ninety per cent of which was hers. For an old tart, she had plenty of juice.

Entering the cannery, I endured the usual cat calls and lascivious remarks from the filleting line plus a couple of hints long the lines that they knew where I'd been cos the smell of wet, slimy pussy coming from me was greater than the smell of fish that they were dicing up. I had my coat held in front of my flies because I'd already felt the wet patch and wondered yet again how they all seemed to know what I'd been up to and who I'd been up. Maude Biggs, my landlady and bed warmer smiled lovingly at me and winked. She was not the jealous type and I was profoundly grateful. I had left a nagging bitch, banished to the ends of the earth by my vengeful father, only to find a haven of the generosity of spirit unlike anything I'd previously experienced. 

I trudged up the stairs to the office, rolling my arse due to the relative discomfort of the now coolish pool of viscous fluids that my balls were stewing in and to stir the old tarts up and the resultant whistles and cat calls did much for my male ego. They were a rowdy lot but with hearts as big as the sun. I loved them and knew that almost all of them were on for a quick shag or two, or a slow one for that matter. I was supposed to be in purgatory but once Maude had opened her legs and her heart, I had been in heaven.

I closed the door on the cacophony of yowls from the old cats and scurried into my office to take refuge behind my desk before Raewyn spotted the wet patch on the front of my trousers. Raewyn was my plain faced office assistant, a computer geek with a rough and ready tongue and the body of a sumo wrestler. She was wearing her usual attire of pink shapeless sweater and formless jeans. It was her mother that had deposited her cuntal juices in my jocks. 

Rae got up from her desk and followed me into my office, wrinkling her rather cute nose as she did. "Derek, I think we have to look at the proofing up here. I swear the smell of fish is stronger in here than normal!"

I quickly looked at the door but she was no dumbo, she'd spotted the tell tale reddening of my cheeks, and to my amazement she smiled broadly virtually transforming her normally serious face into something reasonably attractive. "Then again, me mam does make strong crab sandwiches!" She turned and strolled out of the office, her shoulders shaking as she fought to control her mirth. "The program I ran was good and you can have all the data you want now. I'll have it on your desk within an hour," she called over her shoulder. 

I ran for the adjoining wash room and spent the best part of ten minutes sopping up her mothers lusty juices and holding my trousers under the hand dryer. Reasonably respectable, I was talking to a marketing mate of mine when Rae returned with a sheaf of paper. "This makes interesting reading, Derek, but for the life of me I don't understand why you want this stuff. It reads like a death knell. Shrinking returns, reducing production and rising costs, it has all the signs of a business going to the wall."

I said nothing and spent the next couple of hours verifying exactly what she said vaguely aware that the hum of the machinery had died away as the production line finished for the day. My father, Benjamin Goodhew would be appalled but I had found the answer that I had suspected all along. I was grinning broadly when Rae appeared at the door.

"You can't possibly be happy with that lot!" she growled. "We will have to shut down and the town will die. All the women that work here will lose their jobs, and so will I."

Rae looked really upset so I got up and put an arm around her broad shoulders. "Rae, just trust me, OK? I have a plan that will make everybody but Benjamin fucking Goodhew happy. Just trust me."

She looked up at me and searched my face for the truth. She saw it. "OK, Derek, I do trust you." She pushed me back until I sat on the edge of the desk. "By the way, I had a phone call from me mam. Seems she had a very satisfying lunch. I need to thank you for that and for treating me like a normal person instead of a big fat brainless ninny."

Spellbound, I watched as she knelt down in front of me and undid my belt and zip and pulled my trousers and jocks down to my ankles. "I think I've found the source of that fishy smell," she muttered smiling coyly up at me. "What a pretty piece of bait we have here, young Derek," she said, as her pudgy fingers wrapped themselves around my flaccid cock. A gentle caress and the worm straightened and elongated, the treacherous bastard. I heard her mutter something like "Yummy" before she ran her pink tongue up the big veined underside. She swirled her tongue around the prominent flange before kissing her way down to my pendant balls. Rae mouthed each one in turn and gave them a gentle suck before licking her way up to the top. I groaned as she took the bell end into her hot mouth and applied suction. She glanced up at my reaction and I was amazed at the transformation from serious Rae to lusty Rae. She took as much as she could into her mouth and swirled her tongue over and around my now rigid cock.

Suddenly she let go and it smacked against my shirt glistening with her saliva. "That is an impressive tool, Derek and I'm going to give it something warm to nestle in." So saying, she whipped her pink sweater up over her head and my eyes bugged and my cock lurched at the sight of her amazing breasts. I'd always assumed she wore armour plated bras under that pink sweater but I was wrong. She might have called herself fat but she was solid and very firm and so were her tits. They stuck almost straight out like mini torpedoes and were capped with pink ruffled nose cones with lovely large strikers perfectly centred within. Rae shuffled toward me and pulled my now pulsing cock into the tight warm crevasse until it was trapped. Her tits were so amazingly firm that she didn't have to use her hands to make it snug. I was licking my chops as she started a slow dance, up down, sideways and around, all the time with her hands on my knees. The pressure of her arms against the outside of her blue veined breasts exerted enough pressure to keep my happy cock well and truly snug. 

"This is a party trick I learnt with my first and only lover. I thought his dick was OK but this is much, much better. I can really feel it and it feels good." She pushed her nose cones into my balls and the cock head slithered out of the top of the tight confines of her luscious breasts. It was by now weeping profusely and Rae dipped her chin and swiped moisture with her hot pink tongue. "I think he wants to give me a present, perhaps a necklace of some kind?" she muttered as she picked up the speed of her up and down motion. 

I watched mesmerised as my throbbing cock appeared and disappeared within the haven, or was it heaven, of her monster tits, and every third appearance was greeted with a suck and a swirl. My balls tightened, my cock head expanded and she clamped her lips over helmet as I spewed my tribute into her welcoming mouth. I was panting hard as I held her head and unloaded what felt like a gallon of creamy spunk. I was tingling and trembling as I felt her throat convulsing on my cock as she swallowed my spend.

"Good grief, Rae, that was phenomenal. I've never experienced anything like it!!" I gasped as her agile tongue cleaned up the residue. She popped the cock out of her mouth and inspected it finding some small traces of spunk, flicked her tongue out and got it all.

"Mmm, mmm, lovely taste, Derek, and lots of it," she smiled up at me. "And here I thought there wouldn't be too much after what you gave me mam. I don't shag, but on the few occasions I've sucked cock, I've enjoyed it. This was the best though." So saying, she rose from the floor and my untrapped cock began to wilt. As she stood, her amazing tits were pointing at my face and so help me, I lunged like a starving puppy to suck at her big rubbery nipples, one after the other.

"Ooh Derek, that's quite enough from you." And she pulled away and quickly slipped her pink sweater back on. The look on my face must have been profoundly sad as I watched her wonderful breasts disappear because she palmed my face and said, "If you're a good boy, you might have a chance of giving them a good work over next time. Put your tongue back in lad, you're starting to drool." 

I slumped back on the desk and watched her massive arse roll out the door. Phew, what a woman!! And a lot younger than the normal big arsed, big titted old tarts that got my jollies off. Roger Ramjet twitched as the pea sized brain attached to him remembered her parting words about giving her tits a work over next time. Yum, yum, yum.

I made a couple of phone calls to some old school chums, plus another to my old man and quite satisfied with the day, locked up and headed up the hill to Maude's cottage.

I was met at the door by a naked Maude. "Good grief, Maudie, you're a bit eager. A man's had a very tiring day and a shower wouldn't go astray." 

'Oh hush, young Derek, you don't know the meaning of the word 'tired'. I have a surprise waiting for you in the bedroom. Get ya gear orf and throw them on that chair. Go on, don't dilly dally, we don't have all night."

We?

I dumped my duds and Maude grabbed me by my penis and led me into her bedroom. There, arranged along one side were four naked arses pointing at me. They were all big but all different. One had hanging piss flaps at least four inches long and drooling. The next had almost no cuntal lips but plenty of hair that had been deliberately parted to let the hound see the hare, so to speak. Next, a pair of plump in-rolled thin lips, also dripping and finally, a pair of pink, glistening lips spread apart like butterfly wings and apparently pasted to the cheeks of her arse.

They all had the heads down and covered with a blanket.

"Now, young Derek, the game is called 'Guess the Fuck'. You give each of these lovely ladies ten shafts with your lovely cock and try to guess the recipient. Now, I want you to do it on a random basis so that none of the four will know whether they are first or last. Keep 'em juicy that way." 

"Fuck, Maude, you sweetheart, you sure know a way to a man's root." I selected number two and slid up a well juiced cunt to the hilt. As is my wont when fucking doggy, I reached around to grab the breastal reins.

"Oh no you don't, young Derek, that would give the game dead away – ten pokes only but you can come back for more."

Shit!! Damn!!, Bugger!! Poop!! I grabbed number two's voluptuous love handles and ploughed in for the second time trying to get the pea brain attached to my cock to remember whether he had navigated this particular channel before. There was room at the top but tight at the outer door. Seven thoughtful pokes later, I had an inkling it might be Betty from the other night but I couldn't be sure. I slid out after the tenth poke and presented my appreciative todger at the hanging piss flaps of number one. As soon as the head lodged within, the greedy cunt sucked me in, I swear it did! 

Phew, what a night! Having emptied my balls three times during the day, I stayed hard enough to give each of those four greedy cunts a right good shagging especially after I convinced Maude that ten pokes wasn't enough and we should make it twenty. Four muffled cries in the positive emitting from under the blanket persuaded Maude to be more giving. At the end, I had built up a massive load, guessed all four including that nasty bitch Olive and had four appreciative ladies kneel at my feet holding their lily white tits up while my lovely Maude jacked my manly spew all over their faces and tits.

I near fainted on to the bed and slept the dreamless result of severe exhaustion.