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Bouncing

By: Ashson



I'm sure you all know a young lady like out babysitter, Julie. She's one of these effervescent people that drive me wild. She doesn't walk. She bounces. I don't think she could walk sedately across a room if you paid her. Everywhere she goes it's in a great bouncing rush. Tires me out just to look at her.

Mind you, there are some interesting side effects. Since she started to mature and grow in certain areas she really bounces when she moves. I kid you not. When she comes bouncing in and comes to a stop her breasts are still jiggling for a good five minutes. Very distracting.

And she's curious. Insatiably curious. She wants to know everything about everything. According to Peg, my wife, she's even quizzed her about our love life. And Peg, the idiot, let slip that she enjoys getting the occasional spanking and enjoys the apology she has to give after the spanking.

This is not to say I just go around beating my wife. It's really a prelude to some sexual shenanigans. If Peg has stuffed up in some small way the reprimand might result in a spanking with an earnest apology being accepted afterwards. If we have a real argument, spankings are completely off the board. We use them to let me do some masculine chest beating and Peg some feminine submissiveness, not to dominate and control. 

Peg tells me that Julie's sudden interest in all things sexual is because she's now eighteen and is seriously considering the issue. As far as I was concerned, our private life is just that, private.

"Tell Julie that if she's really interested than she should just go and get some fucking experience. And I mean that literally," I growled when Peg brought the subject up. Peg, on the other hand, thought Julie's curiosity was funny and didn't mind humouring her.

That's the background for the incident that subsequently happened. A few weeks after that conversation Peg and I were going out to see a show and Julie was our sitter. She came bouncing in as expected and shortly after that Peg and I were gone.

The show was quite good and we both enjoyed it, although we had different opinions about parts of it. 

When we entered the house we were arguing quite strongly about parts of the show and Julie heard us. She misinterpreted what we were arguing about and assumed that I was mad at Peg.

"Oh, wow. You're mad at her," she said. Then, in a rush, "Um, if you're going to spank her, can I watch? Not the sex afterwards, of course. Just the spanking. I've never actually seen a woman get spanked before and I was wondering what it was like"

I gave Peg a 'this is your fault' look, and she shrugged back at me as if to say it wasn't her fault that Julie is an idiot with the social graces of a flea.

I started to explain to Julie that one, we weren't really arguing but just debating the play, and two, if we had been arguing there was no way I would let her watch anyway.

I got about halfway through point one when Julie jumped in, feet first.

"You don't need to kid me. I heard you arguing. I just want to know what the spanking is like. How do you go about it? Come on, it wouldn't hurt to let me watch."

The girl had even less tact and common sense than I'd credited her with. I glanced at Peg and she just shrugged helplessly. What can you do with an idiot who won't listen?

I looked at Peg again and this time I was wearing an evil smile. For a moment she looked startled, thinking that I was really going to spank her, but a slight gesture of my head towards Julie and she caught on. She bit her lip and gave a little nod. I could see she was struggling not to laugh.

I strolled over to where she was standing. Bouncing, rather. That girl could not keep still.

"I'll tell you what, Julie," I said, smiling. "I wasn't actually intending to spank Peg right now, and if I had been it would have been none of your business. However, so you won't be disappointed and can learn something about spanking, I'll give you one instead, while Peg watches."

Julie's face was a joy to behold. This was a situation that she hadn't dreamt of.

"Ah, I don't know if that would be a good idea," she muttered.

"Why not?" I asked her. "If you're prepared to watch Peg get spanked it's only reasonable to assume the opposite would hold true. After all, what better way to learn than by actual experience?"

Julie looked at me, over to Peg who was just standing there smiling, and then back to me. I will say this about Julie. When she's curious, she is curious.

"Um, it's only a small spanking, isn't it? Not a real beating?"

"No, not a beating. Just the sort of spanking that I might give Peg."  

"What do I have to do?"

I sat on the couch.

"Your part is easy. All you have to do is bend over my knee."

I held out a hand to her.

Julie flicked a look at Peg who nodded to her, and then she moved towards me. I carefully guided her over my knee and held her there with one hand on her back.

"Ah, Peg, Julie is wearing tights. It will be easier for me if you pulled then down."

Julie tried to rear up at that but I had her firmly in place.

"Wait a minute," she wailed. "Why are you pulling my pants down?"

"Spankings are generally on a bare bottom," I said. "Didn't you know that?"

I turned to Peg.

"It might be advisable to only pull them down to her knees. If you took them right off I might forget myself and ravish her afterwards." 

Julie squeaked 'What?", while Peg just shrugged.

"That's a chance that naughty girls take," she said, "and that's the part she's playing after all."

To my amusement, and Julie's horror, Peg pulled both tights and panties right off, effectively letting me know I could take Julie if I wanted to.

"Wait a minute," gasped Julie. "I think I'm changing my mind."

"Quiet," I rapped, giving her a firm spank on her bottom. "No-one asked you."

She gave a little yip and went silent. The spank would have stung a little, but not really hurt. Before I could really settle down to a proper spanking, Peg had a suggestion to make.

"Really, you should take her top off as well. You know how you like to cup my breast while you spank me. If you're going to do it, you should do it properly."

It seemed reasonable to me, and I nodded. Despite Julie's protest, Peg pulled her top off and unhooked her bra, letting those large bouncing breasts free.

With everything in order, I started the spanking, giving a series of relatively light smacks to Julie's cheeks. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to smart and let her know she was being spanked. Following Peg's suggestion, my free hand had reached down and was idly fondling Julie's breast as I spanked.

Julie protested the hand at her breast, reaching up to try to pull it away. This earned her a harder spank and she desisted. She was giving a series of squeaks and squeals as things progressed, but they were merely sound effects, not serious protests. I think she was actually enjoying it, breast fondling included.

Mind you, when my hand slipped a little further down and started landing a few spanks on her pussy her squeals got somewhat louder.

I paused in the spanking for a moment, my hand casually lying on Julie's pussy, idly rubbing it.

"You do realise," I said to Peg, "that after this I'm going to be incredibly horny. Julie will probably be aroused, too. It seems to me that it would only be reasonable to continue furthering her education."

Peg nodded.

"You're quite right. I don't think she'll really mind. She may protest a little but she really wants to know what it's all about. I'm sure you'll do a good job on her."

Julie started wriggling and squirming a lot more at that stage. I actually had to release her breast to hold her in place. (Not her pussy. I kept my other hand there, massaging.)

"Wait a minute," Julie protested. "I agreed to a spanking. That's all. I was curious. You can't actually have sex with me."

"No-one's asking you, Julie. Be quiet while the adults discuss it. You may notice that if I do this your pussy yields quite happily. It's already hot and wet and waiting."

The 'this' I referred to was my sliding a couple of fingers inside her and massaging her soft flesh.

She squealed and tried to buck, but it didn't help her much.

"So, are you going to stay and watch me educate Julie," I asked Peg.

"Wouldn't miss it," she said. "I'm sure that Julie will appreciate having me here, observing."

Not so, in my opinion, judging from the way Julie was frantically shaking her head. Although she might have been saying no to the actual sex. Who knows?

Now that I was seriously working over her pussy, Julie was squirming and squeaking. Then I brushed lightly against her clitoris she gave a shocked gasp and shuddered. That's when I moved down onto the rug in front of the couch. She lay there, looking slightly stunned, her eyes flicking between me and Peg. More at me than Peg, because I was busy stripping. When I was nude, her attention was one hundred percent on me, or at least on part of me.

"Wait, wait, wait," she said. "You don't understand. I don't do this sort of thing."

"If you're saying that you're a virgin, Julie," I told her comfortingly, "I already know that. I could detect that when I was stroking you. That's why I'm taking you like this. It'll be easier for your first time. If you weren't a virgin I'd have just bent you forward over the couch and taken you like that. If you like, and Peg's willing, I can show you how that works another time."

She shut up, looking stunned. Peg was biting her cheek, trying not to laugh. I had a feeling that some of Julie's sexual quizzes had really got up Peg's nose and she was now enjoying a little revenge.

I eased Julie's legs further apart, lifting her knees as I did so. With the playing field cleared, so to speak, I knelt between Julie's thighs. I eased her lips apart and edged the tip of my erection between them. I was watching Julie's face in case of sudden panic, but she was watching my erection with intense concentration, almost willing it to keep going.

It did. I pushed steadily in. I was slightly startled when Julie only blinked when her hymen yielded to me. She just seemed to be holding her breath, waiting for me to come home. With one last thrust I pushed home, and paused to see how she reacted.

"Oh my god," she said very quietly. "You're really doing it. I'm doing it. Oh my god."

She didn't seem upset, just stunned and fascinated. I pulled back and plunged back in. 

"The idea, Julie, is that you push up to meet me as I drive into you. Try it."

She didn't say anything, but my next thrust was met by a firm upwards thrust from Julie.

Her face seemed to light up. 

"Oh my fucking god," she exclaimed and then, as far as I was concerned, all hell broke loose.

The damn girl bounced. Truly. I was supposed to be initiating her (probably against her will) and hoping not to hurt her in the process. Ha! I laugh. Julie went to town. She humped up against me as though she was a professional and I was the learner. She bounced and bounced, writhing under me, trying to get closer. She was rubbing her breasts frantically against my hands, and her bottom bounced.

Holding back, while Julie adjusted to what was happening, went by the wayside. She'd adjusted instantly and now wanted the full measure and I had to supply it. I drove in hard and fast while Julie squealed and urged me on. Dimly I could hear Peg laughing and decided that someone else in this room was going to get a spanking when I recovered. If I recovered.

I pounded Julie. She seemed to be climbing to sexual heights faster than anyone I'd ever known or heard of. Apparently her natural effervescence carried over to this sphere of activity as well.

To a certain extent I could control what was going on. Julie couldn't push up against me unless I was actually driving down into her, and that I had firm control of. I wanted to prolong this for as long as possible.

It wasn't as long as I had hoped. I drove down, she arched up and I drove down again, working overtime to please her. Julie was gasping now. She was going to orgasm at any moment. I settled down to some serious fucking, driving in as hard and fast as I could, wanting to climax at the same time.

She came first, but the way she clamped onto my poor cock she triggered my own climax without any problems. 

I think that's the first time I found myself willing to disengage from a woman as soon as possible. From the smirk on Peg's face I guess I must have looked a little stunned. It had certainly been an experience. It was the sheer unexpectedness of Julie's response that had undone me.

"I'll just bend you over the couch and take you, if Peg's willing. Are you sure you want to risk tangling with her again?" asked Peg, laughter in her voice.

Ruefully I found myself laughing as well.

"It was the way she seemed to explode under me that took me by surprise. If I ever take her again I'll at least know what to expect and can probably handle it better."

We looked at Julie lying on the rug, eyes staring but not really seeming to be focused on anything. She didn't look stunned. She looked blissed out.

Then she gave her head a shake and sat up.

"Oh, wow," she said. "Are you going to do it again?"

"Not right now," said Peg smoothly. "You really need some time to recover. You'll find yourself a bit stiff and sore tomorrow and we wouldn't want to do anything to make it worse. Why don't you come with me and we can discuss what happened while you have a nice shower."

Peg led a happily bouncing Julie out of the room. Thank you, Peg. Yes, Julie, I'm going to do it again, just as soon as I get my strength back. Come and see me next month. 

Bouncing Back



CHAPTER 1

Laurel Firth arrived home early afternoon with a headache and the pain increased when she found her husband Ralph asleep with a woman whom she didn't recognize. From what she could make out the woman, breathing through her open mouth, appeared to be exhausted from extreme physical activity.

Laurel smacked her sleeping husband across the mouth, hurting her hand.

Looking at blood on his hand from a cut lip. he yelled "What the hell?" 

She snarled, 'You bastard' and walked out.

The 'bastard' was nine years her senior and had proven to be incapable of fathering children, and now this. She was thirty-five and although wanting children had stuck loyally to her husband who had no wish to be helped medically allow her to conceive.

Ralph came out and protested he was innocent, that he'd been in bed asleep when the nude intruder had sprawled over him and he'd pushed her off. She was drunk and had fallen asleep.

"Believe me darling, I'd not do the dirty on you. You know that."

"Ralph, don't be a pathetic lying swine. The bitch's clothes are folded neatly on the dressing table chair and you've thrown four condoms on the floor."

"What?"

"Get out of this house within the hour Ralph, and take her with you. You and I are finished. Our marriage is over."

Laurel returned and hour later to find the coward had disappeared like the cur he was.

Laurel felt dejected, knowing her orderly life was in tatters. She mooned around that night and gradually began to work out what to do. Ralph called twice but she noted who the caller was and killed the call. She wanted nothing more to do with him domestically and had made that abundantly clear.

She continued to see Ralph most days, as she was chief financial officer of his company that manufactured baby buggies and marketed them nation-wide. Their products always rated in the top twenty brands in terms of sales, consumer satisfaction surveys and came in consistently in the top five in safety and performance tests. She had been proud of being associated with top-line products like that but no longer. 

Laurel continued to talk to Ralph at work but not on a personal basis and always made sure she was never alone with him. She continued to feel depressed, being a woman rejected by her faithless husband. She assumed he would attempt to oust her from the company before long when he faced the reality that reconciliation would not happen. Six weeks later Laurel, who had returned to her maiden name of Laurel Langdon, pulled a series of triggers.

She sold her 3,227,550 shares in the company overnight in an off-market transaction to an investor noted for raiding well-performing companies. She forward details of the sale on company letterhead to the morning newspaper. She smiled knowing the newspaper would be unable to contact Ralph for comment as she knew Ralph had taken his bitch somewhere for a dirty few days. Investors holding the stock panicked next day and a bit of a selling spree occurred so by the close of day the company's share price had fallen a shade over 16%, as the raider had indicated to Laurel it would. She assumed that guy holding 15% of the company's stock from her sale would now be buying up more and that would send Ralph into a tailspin.

At 4:00 Laurel smiled, packing up personal effects in her office she wished to keep. She left her company car in the office parking area and went home by cab. At 5:00 a crew arrived to pack all of her items she wanted to be taken away and placed into storage. That left her just one more thing left to do. In the morning she drove to the airport and went to the private parking and grooming company where they always left their cars when traveling. The manager recognized her and she signed to take Ralph's six-months old Mercedes E-class coupe they owned jointly, as Ralph's company car was a chauffeured Lincoln Town Car. In it's place she left her three-year-old Ford Edge they owned jointly. She smiled gleefully knowing that in taking the Mercedes she would be the Number 1 bitch in the entire world according to Ralph. Well she didn't love him any more so why would she care?

The final call was at their bank. Laurel told the branch manager she wished to buy an expensive pre-used car for cash, and so cleaned-out half of her and Ralph's joint account. There was no problem, any withdrawals requiring only one signature.

Laurel went to her old bank where she still operated an account under her maiden name of Laurel Lyndon, and deposited most of the $37,000 taken from the joint-account there and left the city, heading west, she knew not where. She then changed her cell phone number to an unlisted number.

"Take that you adulterous bastard," she yelled going on to the freeway and felt immensely relieved.

Later stopping for coffee she called her parents and her mom Beryl answered.

"Hi mom I'm on my way home. Be there in three days or so. I'm taking a look at places of interest."

"Is that Sally or Laurel?"

"Goodness mom, put in your hearing aid."

"I hear good. Sally wouldn't speak to me like that so you must be Laurel."

"I've left Ralph for good mom, catching him fucking another woman."

"Oh it's Laurel all right," he mom chuckled. "I didn't like your first husband much but disliked your present guy even more. Who will you marry now?"

"Mom no one wants a woman my age who's been twice married. Anyway I won't seek to divorce my abandoned husband. I'll leave it to him to sort that one out. How's dad?"

"At the golf club drinking with his buddies. Where else?"

"Do you keep occupied having affairs?"

"What?"

"Never mind. I'll call some hours beforehand with my estimated arrival time." 

* * *

For three and a half days Laurel zigzagged her way west, visiting places she'd always thought she'd like to see. Ralph and before him Pete always drove the shortest route from A to B as if the sky would fall in if they didn't do that and at permissible maximum speed.

She'd had a lovely time.

She'd spent her final night at Wichita and was on a country road, two hours from home, when she stopped for gas.

When a woman was filling the tank, a slim good-looking guy with sandy-colored hair and about her age walking to the pick-up in front of her vehicle looked at Laurel closely and said, "Nice lines."

"You mean my car?" she said coldly.

"Er yes. I've always wondered what it would be like to drive one of those, a Mercedes isn't it?"

"Yes. Well take it for a drive. Don't speed and avoid stone chips."

""You have to be kidding?"

"No it's you lucky day. Is this guy to be trusted ma'am?"

"With most things I'd say yes but you personally, judging by the way he was looking at you, I couldn't vouch for your safety. He's Shelton Acland. The Acland's are big round these parts. It's almost full; I stopped it at forty dollars."

Laurel handed across the money and said to the guy still scratching his head, "My keys are in the car Mr Acland, are yours in your pick-up?"

"Yes."

"How far along this road west is a good place for coffee?"

"Ma Black's, about ten miles down the track. You can't miss it."

"Right I'll meet you there. Have fun."

He hitched up his belt up. "Miss or ma'am, you can't be serious. This is a mighty expensive car. You might never see it again?"

"I'm willing to bet you'll appear at Ma Black's with my car in one piece inside thirty minutes."

"You're crazy"

She ignored that. "What's the dog's name?"

"Elsa. Stay Elsa. You go with this crazy woman."

The woman attendant stood shaking her head. "Ma'am, until you came along I thought I'd seen everything, heard everything that would surprise me."

"But you don't think I'm crazy?"

No ma'am, I think you know how to pick good men."

Laurel held her hand out for Elsa to sniff, patted her and climbed into the fairly new Ford F250 with Acland Ranch painted on the door.

"Be careful. This lady has 300 hp under the bonnet," he smiled, closing the door.

"Oh is that all? The Merc pushes out 382 but the electronics should suffice to keep you from making a fool of yourself."

He just grinned.

She was a few miles down the road doing a steady fifty when Shelton zoomed by, she estimated doing three times her speed on a road surface of indifferent quality. But it was a long straight and she grinned, thinking he knew the road and had planned that show-off.

She laughed. "Oh Ralph, if only you could see your car now. If he crashes I hope he doesn't kills himself. Oh Ralph, did I remember to renew your car insurance?"

Laurel gurgled happily, thinking she was ensuring Ralph would be heaped with stress. "But then that was better than being poisoned wasn't it Ralph or having that wandering cock of yours amputated?"

A few minutes later Laurel saw the sign 'Ma Black's 4 Coffee' and noticed her car parked outside. "Truthfully I feel relieved," she sighed. "Am I mad handing that vehicle over to a complete stranger?"

Shelton, sitting with Ma Black his father's mistress (Rose knew he knew), watched Laurel leave the vehicle, unchain Elsa who jumped out of the cargo tray, squatted for a pee and then fell in behind when Laurel called heel.

Ma snorted, "I thought you said you were the only person who could control Elsa?"

Shelton scratched his head and said he'd really believed that.

"Well she'd not to bring that flea-bag in here."

"Ma please... I'll get on my knees if necessary."

"Jesus boy, you see a bit of tit and a fine ass and your dick consumes your brain."

Shelton protested, "Just look at her; she's all class."

Ma sniffed and pushed one of her heavy hangers to a more comfortable position. "Well I guess compared with anything else in a skirt your age around here that's correct. You may use my bedroom but don't mess up the sheets."

"Ma, I said she's all class."

Ma sniffed and handled the other breast. "So you did. Well forget my offer."

Laurel stopped at the door and told Elsa to sit. The dog sat and looked at Laurel mournfully.

"You owe me one," Ma whispered to Shelton before saying, "You can bring her in young lady."

"But the sign says no dogs."

Ma laughed and said that was just a reminder to ensure males remained on their best behavior.

"Would you have been that liberal Mrs Black had I ridden up on a horse?"

Ma cackled and slapped Shelton on the ear, making both ears ring.

"Nothing beats humor young lady. You're welcome but please call me Ma; the title Mrs Black is reserved for State Troopers and IRS inspectors."

"Hi Ma, you have this place looking pretty. My tongue is hanging out for coffee. Oh by the way my name is Laurel Lyndon."

"Oh lovely name is Lyndon. My name is Rosie. I went to high school with a Beryl Street in Coatesville who married a Lyndon. Me and my sister Bess Whitehead whose Shelton's mother were raised in Coatesville."

"Oh I remember my mom talking about you. You were Rosie Whitehead, the only female mom was unable to beat on the track on distances 220 yards and over. She has several school photos of your two together."

Ma smiled warmly. "So you're Beryl Street's daughter. She was a tough bitch as a kid."

"Oh really? I've always found my mom to be very kind-hearted and so soft I could always get what I wanted as a child."

"You wouldn't lie to Ma Black would you darling?"

Laurel lowered her eyes cutely. "You're on to me ma. I rarely lie but that opportunity was just too tempting."

They laughed and Ma said, "I can't believe you handed over your $50,000 car for my nephew to drive when you didn't know him from a bar of soap and when he arrived here he had no idea who you were."

"It was one of those things one does on the spur of the moment ma and it was no skin off my nose because technically it's a stolen car; it belongs to my husband whom I have abandoned."

"Well, well, you two ought to get together. Sheldon's dear wife abandoned him eighteen months ago and divorced to marry his replacement but unfortunately for her the Acland money is in a family trust. She never got to see any of it but managed to get the judge to order Shelton to pay her half the assessed value of his pre-owned Mustang car that he'd paid for from working in the gulf on oil rigs for a year."

"Well apart Shelton's good looks and suggestion of open honesty I can't say I'm attracted to him but I can be a bit changeable like the weather."

"There you go Shelton," Ma sniffed as he returned from the toilet. "Expect to climb to the top of the hill if you want this one." 

She called, "Lucy off your butt and get over here with three cups, the coffee pot and oatmeal raisin cookies.

Later Sheldon stood by the door of the coupe talking to Laurel through the open window.

"You look as classic as the shape of this vehicle."

"Oh Shelton, attempting to climb the hill?"

He scuffed the toe of his boot in a heap of dust on the sealed surface. "Coatesville is only two and a half hours from the ranch."

Laurel said softly, "Is this a geography lesson?"

"No I'm saying I can go there to find you this Saturday night."

"Find me? Mom says the town now has a population of 12,000. Won't I be difficult to find?"

"No I'll just ask where is the best-looking babe in town. It would have to be you."

"Oh Shelton. Your romantic manner is making me feel all girly. I've forgotten what a date is like. Should your plan to find me fails you can always try 32 Maple Drive down by the river."

He smiled hugely and then looking across Laura to the passenger seat said politely, "Laurel may I have my dog back?"

"Go home Elsa."

Laurel sat back and Elsa stepped on to her and leapt out of the window as Shelton stood aside just in time, unable to believe the command this woman had over the dog that he'd thought until now was totally his dog.

As if reading his mind Laurel said, "I grew up with dogs because mom and dad have always had a couple. Dogs seem to like me."

The look Laurel received from Shelton seemed to say he liked her too. 

She colored and drove off waving.

* * *

Laurel settled into living with her parents amazingly quickly. It was as if she'd never been away. She had her old bed again, her dad was still asking her to find his glasses for him and her mom didn't want her doing anything in the kitchen but talk. The two dogs she'd never seen before, a near-docile male golden retriever and a quite comical Fox Terrier became 'her' dogs within a couple of hours of her arrival. 

She'd soon forgotten about her past and focused on Coatesville, her parents, the dogs and looking up old school friends. Just before 4:00 on Saturday afternoon she walked into the kitchen drying her hair, having been called to coffee. She was wearing only her bra and panties when her mom came in from the side porch with someone and said dryly, "You might not recognize my daughter."

Laurel looked up into the smiling blue eyes of a blond stranger; only he wasn't a complete stranger.

"Shelton!" she shrieked, and ran from the room.

Sam sitting at the kitchen table with his coffee said, "Come in son. Did that reaction mean Laurel doesn't like you or does it mean she thinks it too early for you to see her undressed like that?"

"It's my fault sir. I ought to have called. I think she likes me."

Beryl told Shelton to sit and poured him coffee. "How did you meet my daughter?"

Shelton plowed straight into the story and Laurel's parents listened expressionless.

As he finished he said, noticing how intently the couple had listened to his story, "Hasn't Laurel even mentioned me."

"No and unlike her mother she rarely talks about herself. That was an amazing story son."

"I struggled to inject responsibility into her when brining her up," Beryl said. "God how I struggled."

"Yeah you beat the crap out of her at times but you stopped short of breaking her spirit and made her into what she is today, one tough-ass woman who knows who she is," Sam chuckled.

A little embarrassed at hearing the family washing aired, Shelton said to Beryl, "Then she didn't tell you who my mom is?"

"No why should she and eat up or do you think there's something wrong with my cooking?" Beryl said ominously.

Grabbing a peanut cookie Shelton bit into it and said "No ma'am."

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

He chewed, swallowed and said, "You know my mom as Rosie Whitehead."

Beryl dropped the coffee pot on to the table, Shelton diving to stop it toppling off. She shrieked "Omigod."

Laurel walked in all dolled up, her black hair with a blonde streak combed long and wearing a very tight bra, colorful tight silk dress, patterned black stockings and emerald shoes with 5-inch heels.

Shelton gaped and Sam grinned at the look on their guest's face and his wife smiled at the reaction of buy men.

"You cow, you didn't say anything about Shelton and denied me knowing who his mother was."

"I didn't see the need to hurry you to that information," Laurel said, and if you wish to have a hard time call me a cow again and you'll get it."

Shelton stood nervously. Sam told him to sit and relax, that the two women often engaged like two dogs over a bone.

The two women glared at Sam.

For the next hour Shelton and Beryl talked about his mom. Laurel didn't mind because in the process she learned past and present things about how his mother and also more about Shelton and the obvious respect he had for his mom. She thought that was similar to her relationship with her mom, Laurel believing she really respected her mom and assumed her mom did so too, that the apparent angst between them was simply banter stoked by hot air. Sam disappeared after ten minutes, saying the dogs needed to be taken for a walk.

Laurel thought Shelton had traveled two and a half hours to be with her, not to be listening to her mom, so finally she said, "Come on Shelton we need to go."

"Where?" her mom said. "Shelton can eat here."

"Mom!"

Beryl looked at them in astonishment. "What are you two interested in each other?"

Laurel grabbed Shelton's hand and pulled him to the door. "Christ mom, do you have to be so embarrassing?"

CHAPTER 2

Shelton came out of the gas station after downing an ice-cold coke and was about to yawn, thinking about his return to boredom when he almost fell over his feet looking at the best pair of tits in living memory. Er in his memory. They were hosted high under a thin shirt. He half-glanced at the babe who looked about his age and thought she looked really okay.

What followed in the next twenty minutes was unbelievable and after waving the babe goodbye, hoping she'd not wreck the ranch's new-near F250 along the almost straight road to Ma's Coffee. He said to Gwen who was wiping her hands on a cloth, "What do you think?" hoping she'd say she though that was a great woman for him.

Instead Gwen said, "That woman has to be totally insane. No one in their right mind would allow you to drive their vehicle even if they sat beside you."

Shelton stalked off not bothering to say goodbye to that rude woman. The car appeared set up for cruising so the only thing her altered was the position of the seat.

He sat off quietly to gain the feel of the vehicle, knowing like horses every one was different. Once satisfied he set off after the babe wondering if she'd want him to shaft her and thinking no way would she get to Ma's place first. He sank his foot and yelled yippee as rubber burned, the tires gripped and he was off. He passed his F250 at almost 130 mph.

After their time with Ma and he waved the babe goodbye Shelton returned to ask Ma for another coffee.

"Shelton you looked hooked," she said. 

He really didn't know about that especially since he couldn't remember hearing her name what with all that talk about her mother. He couldn't ask Ma for it because she'd piss herself laughing.

Ten minutes later he said, "Well I'm off. Thanks for coffee."




Bouncing Back



"Okay and thanks for bringing those steaks. Now that's the type of woman you ought to be looking for, a woman with some fire in her belly who appears unafraid and willing to take chances. She looks the type who'd rather be screwed all afternoon than go shopping or out to coffee with the girls."

"And then what?"

"Christ Shelton where's your imagination? She'd get dinner, clear away and know she only needed to watch a bit of television and it would be time to screw again."

Shelton loved the way his aunt could draw pictures in his mind.

"Wow, that makes me feel like bouncing back and attempting to pin her tail."

"Shelton darling, you're dreaming if you think a classy dame like that would even consider having you touch her."

"She has humanity; she likes Elsa and Elsa likes her."

"Well I can follow your logic son but at the same time I don't like your chances. Look, if you really are thinking about bouncing back why not give it a go. You've had women say no to your before so you'll be used to rejection."

""Who says women have said no to Shelton Acland?"

"Darling I think I know women," his aunt laughed. ""You'd scare them titless rushing at them like a randy young bull."

* * *

The three Acland brothers lived like they were semi-retired and each had his oldest son working as a foreman. The three ranches shared a boundary and were worked as a family cooperative totaling 116,300 acres, a complicated formula being used to apportion costs and to share profits and demands of capital investment. The brothers took turns at chairing the cooperating for a term of two years.

The system worked pretty well and the cooperative's attorney was called in whenever there was a dispute that the brothers couldn't settle unassisted.

Shelton drove straight to Uncle Jack's place because it was the birthday dinner of his eldest son Mark and everyone was invited for dinner, with drinks starting at 4:00.

One of the his uncles asked what he'd done that day since he's ducked work on the ranch that afternoon.

"I took 300 pounds of aged steaks from our last kill to Ma's and Chuck you won't believe what happened to me when I stopped for gas. This gorgeous chick drove in behind me and I chatted her up."

People at the three tables outside under umbrellas stopped to listen, including the women. Shelton was the best-looking guy on the ranch and the families assumed he'd be out hunting hard to find a replacement for Lily.

"We exchanged vehicles and he was a third of the way down Langton's straight in my pick-up when I went past her in her Mercedes as if she were stopped."

"How fast?" asked Ernie his father.

"One hundred and fifty," Shelton lied, aware everyone was listening.

"Liar, one-ten to one-twenty would be tops down that lumpy highway," said his dad. "You must have been tanked up on too much of Ma's coffee and hallucinating. This whole thing has been made up."

"No it's true dad."

"Shelton you are telling us a woman you don't know gives you her Mercedes V8 E550 and tells you to go for a test drive and she'll meet you at Ma's. You have to be dreaming."

Every one laughed and Shelton said hotly, "Why don't you guys believe me?"

"I'll tell you what Shelton," said his Uncle Dave. "Everyone is over at my place on Sunday for Ruby and my wedding anniversary. You have this phantom woman there in her fancy Mercedes and we'll all know your tale was no bullshit."

"Mom she's the daughter of some woman you went to school with."

"Who?"

"I don't remember but she lives in Coatesville."

"Probably a couple of thousand girls went through high school during my time there son. Can you be a little more specific?"

Everyone laughed.

"You were the only female she couldn't beat at longer distance running."

"Oh god, I know who you mean. Beryl Street now Beryl Lyndon."

"Yes that's the one."

"Well Beryl has two daughters, both married who both live in New York State somewhere."

"Well this daughter's marriage has crashed and she'd taken her husband's car and couldn't care less who drove it."

"That sounds plausible Shelton but perhaps it would be best if you front up with her on Sunday."

"I'll try," Shelton said and people laughed and some shook their heads. He was teased about it all night and soon stopped insisting it was true because it appeared to be no use protesting.

* * *

Shelton now had half a name and next morning her called his aunt.

"Hi Ma, it's Shelton making a quick call. Um that lady Mrs Lyndon. I've forgotten her other name?"

He held his breath because Ma could become bloody minded at times.

"Christ Shelton, you aim to lay that woman and you don't know her name? It's a wonder you've remembered her surname.

He cringed but crossed his fingers.

"Laurel you fool. Say it ten times aloud and you'll remember it."

"Thanks Ma," he yelled, cutting the call, relieved but his hands were sweating. He thought he'd gotten out of that quite lightly.

He danced about singing "Laurel, Laurel, Laurel, Laurel, Laurel, Laurel, Laurel, Laurel, Laurel, Laurel."

Maggie his married sister came in and asked what was up with him.

"I was thinking, um, of a crossword clue, the name of a flowering shrub, and was trying to remember it."

"You don't do crosswords."

"Well Ma does and asked me for help with something," he lied.

"What was the clue?"

Shelton thought Christ why didn't she shut up. "Er a grass instrument."

"Gee what a stupid clue. What's the answer?"

Oh no. She was about to make a fool of him. Why the fuck had he lied? The inspiration hit him between the eyes. "Lawnmower."

Maggie looked at him and appeared rather impressed. "Help me off with my riding boots."

She sat and he faced away from her and stepped over her leg, grabbed the heel and pulled with an upward movement, she stopping sliding forward by pushing the other boot hard against his butt.

The boot came off with effort.

Shelton had the other boot almost off when he said, "Your lower legs are fattening; are you pregnant?"

"Asshole," she yelled and pushed her leg against his butt with all her might and Shelton lost his grip and went flew forward, narrowly missing splitting his head open on the steel and glass coffee table.

"You bitch," he shouted.

Their mom came in and said to her 33-year-old son and 29-year-old daughter, "Now, now children. Behave and keep your voices down. I've only just got Samantha asleep."

* * *

A tough-faced woman came to the door and Shelton's first thought was Laurel's mom would be a great match for his mom if they had a catfight.

"Good afternoon ma'am, I'm here to see Laurel."

"Is she expecting you?"

"I think so."

"Why aren't you certain?"

"It wasn't set in concrete."

"I see. You best come in and allow my husband to interrogate you. I have my doubts about you."

Shelton followed her fat ass into the kitchen and they both stopped abruptly as they saw Laurel in her underwear.

He had a hot flush. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Gee he could imagine getting his head between those beauties. He noted her thighs were slender and yet athletic-looking. He practically purred thinking oh boy did he like her. Two dogs on the floor climbed to their feet and slunk away from him. Christ what a reception!

* * *

At they drove off in the F250, Laurel said encouragingly, "I've often thought about you since our first meeting."

"Not ravishing my body I hope."

Laurel didn't laugh. She turned to him and said, "Would you like me to do that to you?"

"Jesus," Shelton yelled, having almost lost control of the vehicle at the corner as he turned and loosing concentration had to swerve to avoid a vehicle parked too close to the corner.

"Have I offended you?"

"Christ no Laurel. Run that past me again."

"If you want sex you are welcome to help yourself. We both appear in limbo since our divorces and everyone needs sex, daily if possible."

Daily? Shelton glanced at Laurel with hugely increased interest. "We both need to bounce back."

She looked at him as if he were a genius and said, "Yes, that's exactly it. What a wonderful expression to describe our situation."

"You know," he said attempting to sound scholarly, "I really wonder if most people want sex. I mean viewing the situation globally and I really mean recreational sex?"

"What ever led you to that lopsided view?"

"Well I'm virtually always thinking about sex and wanting to involved but I have this opinion that I'm a man alone."

"Or grossly under-educated. Aren't you aware women feel the need to be fucked?"

Shelton sucked in breath to try to stop his head spinning.

"I've never, never had a woman ask me for sex unless she was soliciting. Er not unless I had heated them up first with a fair bit of heavy groundwork executed with expertise."

"Have you ever engaged in sex with a female?" Laurel asked. "It you have I'd be surprised because you appear to view copulation so abstractly."

Shelton said stiffly that he'd engaged in many mutually satisfying encounters of sexual intercourse and he'd pounded his wife daily until her old boyfriend reappeared on the scene.

"Saying to a woman you pound other women sexually is very unlikely to impress her Shelton," Laurel censured. "Look, answer this. If I tear off my panties and open my legs for you, what is likely to be your first thought."

It was a trap, a mile wide, but Shelton failed to see it, concentrating on trying to impress that he was a man's man.

"I'd say something like you have a fat pussy and then ram it in with the objective of making you come like a waterfall."

"Oh Shelton," Laurel groaned, "You asshole."

Shelton slipped into sullen silence, thinking what did this women want: to be shafted by him while he recited poems that she approved?

As they entered the strip with the best bars Laurel said to pull over. He obliged and turned off the motor.

Looking at him seriously she said, "This is not working out between us is it?"

He said no and she asked did he know why.

"Because I want to bounce while you appear intent on kicking ass."

Laurel slowly nodded and she said there was more than a little truth in that statement. "We are guilty of losing the plot. You being overly interested in screwing me because you've found a gal who's offered to do it with you and I have gone too far attempting to examine your motives and behaving like a know-all to raise the level of your sexual maturity."

"Are you apologizing?"

"Yes absolutely."

"Me too, I apologize. I became overly excited as you described it when you said people needed sex daily. I began wondering how many times a day would be consider doing it with me each day. I guess I am sexually uneducated. I never knew people actually wanted sex; I mean apart from me. I think about it several times a day and thought I was hugely abnormal, a walking menace to society."

"Oh your poor darling." Laurel said reaching and pulling him on to her, Shelton plunging down a hand to release his seat belt to help facilitate her maneuver.

She soothed, "You are definitely not over-sexed for a guy, I can promise you that but perhaps I'm oversexed compared with most women."

He reached for a tit as they kissed for the first time and she reached and squeezed his erection.

"Oh god," she said. "Let's go to White's Hotel. They used to rent rooms by the hour so they probably still do and they have a bar and grill open late. I need to be fucked but please drive impeccably."

Within seconds of the door closing Laurel, without warning, foot-tripped Shelton and seized his far arm to break his fall on to the carpet. She crashed down on to him, unzipped him and then worked at stuffing his erection into her mouth.

"Jesus," Shelton boggled, still panting from the shock of the fall. He ignored Laurel's cosseted tits, instead reaching up under her skirt and under her panties to find to his delight what he'd call a super-fat pussy, all powered-up and ready to go, dripping and pulsating slightly. 

They sucked and fondled and then shed some clothes and swung into some solid fucking while moaning and delivering endearments, sweating and ignoring the disgusting suction sounds. Although Shelton had come three times he absolutely exploded when Laurel jerked him off with her tongue and a finger up his back passage.

After an hour's sleep they went to the bar and grill for drinks and a steak, suddenly having the feeling they now both knew one another very well.

Driving Laurel home just before 1:00 Shelton said, "That was a truly amazing evening. I feel I have bounced back, almost over the moon."

"Me too." Laurel said. "You were unbelievably good."

"May I ask you something?"

"Yes we can do it again and again."

"Great but I really mean will you do me a favor?"

"Yes of course. How may I pleasure you?"

"Will you come to my uncle's ranch today for lunch. It means a two and a half hour drive to get there but I'll give you directions and you'll find it easily. You go past Ma's place and take the first road on the right, Links Road, and ten miles along that road you'll see four large grain silos on the right. Turn on to the access track that runs between those silos and you'll come to Uncle Dave Ackland's ranch house. There will be about forty people there, mostly my relatives, for Uncle Dave and Aunty Ruby's 36th wedding anniversary. He was the first of the three brothers to marry."

"Why are you so anxious for me to be there?"

"I shot my mouth off about you and your Mercedes, No one believed me so now my credibility is as stake. I was asked to have you front up for lunch today."

Laurel laughed and said that would teach him for shooting off his mouth to try to impress people. "Yes I'll be there. I'll be late as I'm attending a mid-morning christening at my cousin's church so I suggest you don't say I'll be arriving.

CHAPTER 3

Shelton was glad his mom and sister fussed around with food, dressing and both raced back to change clothes again because the delays meant they'd arrive late and he'd take the ribbing in one dose.

He drove all the family in his father's 7-seat SUV and as everyone piled out they were warmly greeted and then came the calls, 'Where's this dream woman Shelton?' 

The call was taken up and even the women were into it. Finally he said, "Okay, okay. You are entitled to believe I lied and believe there's no dream woman and no black slinky Mercedes Benz." 

The forty-three people including kids and ranch-hands were finishing mains when Jed the youngest brother said, "Car coming."

One of the ranch hands said, "That vehicle is going hoppity hoot judging by that dust plume stretching out behind it."

Everyone laughed.

Then Jed's eldest son Lester announced: "Folk what we have coming at us about eighty mile an hour is a black mid-sized Mercedes. I guess it's Shelton's dream woman."

Shelton's mom called, "Shelton is that the truth. Lie and I'll box your ears."

"What you see is what you get mom; you better believe it."

"Woman driving, only occupant," Lester who really did have great eyesight said.

People came forward of the tables to watch the arrival, knowing it was crunch time for the usually popular Shelton Acland.

The car stopped under heavy braking sending up a dust cloud but the gentle breeze wafted the dust away from the gathering. A woman climbed out and waved and called hi folk. She wore a white Stetson, tight black long-sleeved silk shirt, short white leather skirt showing off great legs and black and white ankle boots.

Guys holding on to their drinks whistled and catcalled. 

Shelton scampered down to greet the visitor and the women clapped as he kissed her soundly and led her forward to began the introductions, starting with his aunt and uncle.

Ma Black yelled, "You guys should have known Shelton wouldn't have lied to you. He's not into bullshit. I met Laurel on the day Shelton's unlikely drive happened. Isn't she darn pretty guys?"

"Yes," roared the guys and the women applauded.

There was some reseating at tables and Shelton sat Laurel between his mother and father. He sat at the next table with Ma Black and his grandparents and his sister who was nursing Samantha and next to her was her husband. 

Everyone enjoyed a lively afternoon.

Ernie called his family together, they being the last family to leave.

"Why don't you stay the night darling," Bess said to the visitor. "You can have Shelton's bed and he can go out to the bunkhouse on East River."

"Oooh a bunkhouse. I've always wanted to sleep in a bunkhouse."

"Well not out there alone," Bess said. "It's not used unless the men are working cattle over there or haymaking.

"I'll be safe, I'll sleep with Shelton," Laurel said brightly.

Bess looked slightly shocked until Ernie said to his wife, "Good god woman, get off their backs. They're adults and she won't do it with him unless she wants that to happen."

"Yes mom, butt out," said her daughter.

"Very well. Go out after dinner and I'll pack breakfast for you."

Shelton stayed right out of the discussion but continued to look hopeful.

"Mrs Acland, I'd like to go out now while there's still plenty of daylight left to experience ranch atmosphere walking along by the river and gazing out at your spread and looking at sleek critters."

"Looking at what?" Bess asked puzzled.

"She means cattle, Ernie laughed, his beer belly shaking.

Shelton said, "Mom you go with Laurel now in the Merc and pack food for dinner and breakfast for two. Dad will drop me off and I'll come in with two horses and saddlebags. Let's do the whole thing the Western way Laurel has in her mind."

"Oh how exciting," she squealed and everyone laughed.

Maggie and Samantha went in the Mercedes with her mom and Laurel.

* * *

As the car sped down the dusty farm road Maggie said Laurel was a skillful driver.

She then lobbed a big one, "Are you and my brother having sex?"

"Yes but only the one session so far but you ought to get into it big time tonight."

Bess sighed and said she couldn't understand how young people could talk so openly about sex that really was such a private matter.

Laurel glanced at Maggie in the back seat and they grinned at each other.

"If that talk is to continue I'd like you to block Samantha's ears," Bess said stoutly.

The other two women giggled, knowing Samantha was only ten weeks old. 

Finally Bess asked the other thing that was top-of-mind: "Laurel you can ride a horse?"

"I expect so."

"You expect so?"

"Well women are expected to be modest Mrs Acland but it's some years since I've ridden but I ought to be okay. I had m own pony from the age of ten to sixteen and competed in eventing which means a combination of cross-country and jumping."

* * *

Laurel, who'd changed into jeans and shirt, flew out of the kitchen side door when Elsa arrived and began barking for her. She'd appeared to have been directed to get Laurel. Laurel skidded to a stop at the fence and said in admiration, "Omigod, what beautiful horses as they ran her eyes over the sorrels."

"Acland ranch is known widely for the quality and condition of its horses," Shelton said proudly. "Which horse do you want, you choose?" he asked, dismounting.

"The filly with the smaller saddle you silly boy," she giggled.

They were deep in a kiss when Bess and Maggie arrived with the provisions and Bess said dryly, "Unbuckle the saddle bags for me Shelton."

They rode off at an easy lope. 

Maggie who'd been an accomplished horsewoman noted Laurel's straight black and her relaxed right arm hanging loosely at her said and assured her mom, "Laurel can really ride."

"Oh what a quaint bunkhouse," Laurel cried, ninety minutes later."

"Built around 120 years ago with little change apart from the introduction of a solar-powered water heater and improved rat control."




Bouncing Back



"Rats?" Laurel said weakly but received no reply.

They opened all the doors and windows and Shelton sent Elsa through on rat patrol.

Laurel looked at her companion. "Coffee or something else?" and looked at Shelton keenly when he licked his lips.

"Okay, come here, lover boy," she said, unbuckling the belt of her jeans and then reaching behind to unhook her bra. Get your jeans off before your erection grows too big and jams them on you."

Patting her pussy she said, "Just shove it straight in and go for gold. We can attend to the niceties later after we've cleaned up in an icy dip in the river. Riding has made me very, very horny."

Laurel dropped her jeans and panties, kicked them off and then spread her pussy for the watchful Shelton. She proved correct... he had great trouble removing his jeans but only because his fingers were shaking as he struggled to undo his button-fly Levi's.

Shelton looked at the pink hole of her entrance and thought he'd have that pulsating in a few moments. He just loved the way Laurel talked about sex with him, unabashed and injected with humor. He figured she was feeling free here being away from the big city and well away from the jerk of a husband. He was pretty sure she'd stay with him on the ranch. 

Shelton mused his folk had taken to her and she was very affable, not like that last cold bitch he'd mistakenly married who'd turned out to be so much up herself. Laurel was warm and vibrant and just loved being fucked and she was getting the message he liked to fuck. His mom wouldn't like them living together and not being married but that was her problem and no way would his mom be able to influence his dad because his day knew that Shelton knew he was regularly fucking his sister and wouldn't want to have Ma wading in against him on Laurel's behalf.

Yes, he thought. It looked pretty convenient really. Maggie would welcome younger company around the house, his mom would welcome extra help in the kitchen because Maggie was even a worse cook than she was and his parents would love seeing him happy again.

"What are you thinking Mr Philosopher?" Laurel asked. She had removed her shirt and bra and was now licking a nipple coquettishly, staring at him.

"Let's fuck," he said, leaping at her and falling because he'd not kicked off his jeans.

Laurel caught and held him, smacked his bare ass and said, "Careful. You could have fallen on to your erection and broken it."

Shelton kissed her hotly and drawing away said, "It will keep till we are having chow. It was serious thinking."

"Oooh, I like the sound of that lover boy. You know I can see myself becoming quite attached to you... um that is providing you don't fall and break your penis although I suppose there are other things that can interest two people... um aren't there?"

THE END 



Bouncing Bunny



I felt sick; and I had been sick a couple of times in the afternoon at work and really wanted to go home and lie down. Confounded new phone kept losing signal and going off-line, I couldn't get to talk to my husband. Didn't matter I'll see him at home. 

Not sure what it was; something I ate? Something I was coming down with? It certainly wasn't me being pregnant; I had been on the pill for over four years. All I knew was that I wanted to go home and die.

I told my boss I was not well and wanted to go home. I left about two hours early; on the way home I thought I should visit the pharmacy and see if they could recommend something for me. I passed a mall on the way home, I didn't really feel like doing so, but I thought I'd better stop in there for something.

I parked and headed straight for the pharmacy. Through the mall to the pharmacy I passed a lot of restaurants and on that day the sight of food made me nauseous. I paid little attention through the glass fronted restaurants.

I got to the counter in the pharmacy and I was sick, I threw up onto the floor. The manager was very helpful and had the place cleaned up straight away without any fuss. He asked me into a side room to check me out and see I was okay. 

He recommended me with some stuff and let me rest there for a while. I took the medicine he had given to me and lay on a bed. I fell asleep; half an hour later he came and checked up on me and I felt a little better, no more feeling of wanting to throw-up. 

I felt I was okay to go home and told him so. I walked out and back towards my car, I had to pass the glass fronts again. As I passed one place, I had to take a couple of steps back to check that I was wrong. 

I wasn't, it was my husband, fucking bastard was with some girl. He's supposed to be at work! He was lightly patting his hands on hers which lay flat on the table. He was totally oblivious to his surroundings and blatantly had not noticed me there - I carried on and got home. 

We, my husband and I had been married for three years; we got married on my twenty first birthday. I was his white English rose, he was Jamaican. He was twenty two when we got married. We got married here in England, his mother and father came over for the wedding and then a year ago everything changed. 

My parents retired young; dad was well-off with his automotive company. They relocated their home to Spain. And then three months later my husband's father lost his job and came here to England and found a job as a ship builder. By then he was widowed and had been for two years. He was looking for a place of his own. So in the meantime we said to him that he could use the spare room in our place.

My name is Nichole, but everyone calls me Bunny, cause of my soft bubbly nature. I have curly blond hair; I'm nearly six foot tall and seventy two kilo's. I'm slim and people have called my build athletic. 

I got home and I ran and sobbed in my bed. I did not realise that anyone would be at home. But my father was; Salt, my father in law's nickname was Salt. That was what everyone called him because of his skin tone. He was not a dark black like most Jamaicans and his son; his was lighter, not an albino, but just very light.

I lay on my bed; not feeling well, but worse was what I had seen. My world was at an end, what was he doing with her? Who the hell was she? How long had it been going on for? I tortured myself with grief - tears ran down my face like a river. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder and was taken aback, a voice said, "Bunny, what's up, why the tears?"

It was Salt; I had not heard him come in. I turned to face him and my eyes were full of tears, his face out of focus. I sobbed loudly and he again asked, "What's wrong, what happened?"

I could not speak; no matter how hard I tried no words would come out of my mouth. Salt gently caressed my head, from forehead to the back; he still asked the questions I had no real answers for. 

He brought me a glass of water and some more tissues. I had got up and was sat on the edge of the bed; Salt came and sat beside me. He put his arm around me and hugged me gently and he asked again, "Tell me Bunny, what's the matter? What's upset you so much? I've never seen you like this." 

For a second I thought about telling him, but I knew what Salt was like, he would have killed his son. Salt loved me like a daughter and I knew it.

Salt was a big man, and for his age of fifty one, he was strong, muscle bound and he was six foot four inches tall. My husband, his son, did not take after Salt in his stature and physic; just Salt's facial good looks were passed onto his son.

I said nothing to Salt; I sat there and just sobbed. He stopped asking after a while and said, "Come down, I'll make you a cup of tea."

He left me with a kiss to my fore-head. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I still felt total anger within, but had managed to control my outer self, for a while at least.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, Salt had a nice hot cup of tea ready for me, he had put out some cookies on a plate as well.

He sat across the table from me and he asked, "You okay?"

I said nothing, I nodded. He pushed the plate of cookies closer to me and he said, "Have something to eat, it'll make you feel better."

I shook my head and said, "I've got an upset tummy, I've been sick. That's why I'm home early."

He looked straight into my blue eyes and said, "Okay, but that's not why you've been crying."

I shook my head again and looked down, I drank my tea. I knew I had to talk to my husband first, to know for myself what the truth was.

That night I was going to confront him, but I still felt really unwell and did not have the emotional nor physical energy. He came home late, no real explanation and we went to bed, he wanted to cosy up to me, but I said, I was not in the mood and still felt weak.

I did not want to cry in front of him; he would have known something was up. So I sobbed lightly into my pillow. I did not sleep well that night and I didn't go into work the next day. 

The day after that was the day we had planned to go away for a short four day break, arrangements for that had been made five weeks ago. I thought that that's when I'd ask him. 

I felt much better and we set out in the morning and it took us two hours to drive to our hotel. We went for a walk and I just could not bring myself to start with the right words. It was very awkward as I did not let him hold my hand nor kiss me nor touch me without me having an excuse. 

Then before we went down for dinner we had got changed and I was sat at a dressing table, he was behind me. He came and placed his hands on my shoulders and said, "Ready Bunny!"

I looked at his face through the mirror in front of me and my reflex action was to shake off his hands from my shoulders, and as I did he said, "What the fuck's up! You've been miserable all fuckin' day."

That was it; that lit the blue touch paper in me. A sudden and immediate fiery rage took hold of my body. I shot up quickly and as I turned I slapped him extremely hard. My fingers tingled and my hand print came up on his face instantly. 

He almost stumbled and fell. He looked up at me with his hand on his face and a look of shock he said, "What the hell was that for, are you mad?"

I was just full of rage, I said, "You bastard, I saw you... with her."

He still with a shocked look said, "What are you talking about! You are mad!"

I grabbed a coat and said, "I'm off! Think about what you've done. And if you've not got a real good excuse, I'm telling your dad, he'll fuckin' sort you out. Don't bother coming home; I don't want to see you."

He grabbed my arm and said, "Wait, what the hell are you doing? I don't understand where all this has come from!"

I grabbed his wrist and dug my nails into him. He let go and I said, "Piss off and don't come home."

I grabbed my handbag; I ran down to the front desk and asked them to call me a taxi. I went home. 

***

I cried in the taxi all the way home. I got home in the early hours, must have been one or so. The house was in darkness, I went in and I put the key in the door lock from the inside, so it could not be opened from the outside. I didn't want him coming home, bastard. 

I walked up and noticed a dim light on in Salt's room; my bedroom was across the hall from his. I heard noises coming from there as I approached my room. His door was open; he did not expect me or anyone to be coming home of course.

Salt on occasions had brought home a woman guest but never to his bedroom, it was always someone for dinner or just drinks, but never had I remembered him take anyone up to his bedroom. Now, even I knew Salt was a man, a widow, with need's. 

As I got closer the sounds became clearer, it was of a woman, definitely a woman being more than stimulated. The sounds were of a woman who had thrown all inhibitions out of the window and was having a real good time, being well fuck by the sounds of it.

I crept closer and peered round the door frame. I looked in and, well, Salt had kept that quite. He laid into that woman, who was flat on her back; her arms were wide spread and clung onto the bed sheets on either sides of the bed, making fists. Her legs were around Salt's lower back. She was a white woman, seemed young like me, with short red hair.

And there was Salt, on top of her, his arms were by her shoulders, his legs were stretched out and his feet were about two feet apart, he was on his toes. But what I gasped at was that fucking thing he used to fuck that woman with. 

Holy crap; was that even a human part. It was like he had strapped an extra arm between his legs and fisted that woman. 

No wonder her cries were loud, no wonder her hands were making fists and no wonder her face looked like she was in utter pain the whole fifteen minutes I stood there. 

My pussy got so wet, it had soaked my panties through and I felt it trickle down my inner thigh. 

Salt rose high above her, his hips well clear of hers by six or seven inches and even then his cock was still in her; he ploughed through her. His hips did not quite meet hers, but there was enough cock going into her that she knew she was being well and truly fucked. 

Her cries came loud and continually, in the time I watched them it sounded like she went through four or five orgasms.

That was one fucking cock, another thing Salt had not passed onto his son. 

Then that woman went through another orgasm, she shouted out, "Oh fuck, that's it honey, fuck that's it, ahh, I've had it. I can't ahh, take it no more, sorry ahh."

Salt said, "I'm nearly there just five minutes."

The woman said, "No that's it."

She rolled sideways and Salt dropped to the side of her, onto his front. The woman was on her right side; both her hands were in between her legs, clasped on her pussy, bent legs, in a fetal position.

Her eyes were closed, her face red and flushed. She licked her lips and said, "I'm sorry, I'll finish you off, give me a minute."

His face was into a pillow, he turned it to face the woman, he looked at the back of her head and said, "I don't want another hand or blow job, I've had enough of those, shit, I thought I was so nearly there with you."

The woman still visibly shook, never moved her head just talked with her eyes closed, she said, "I'm sorry, but I can't take that thing anymore, not tonight. You take so long in cumming I can't cope with it."

I was still stood mainly behind the wall and looked round the door frame. I was so wet and my pussy called, yearned, to be satisfied. Then I thought; if his son had wondered from me, then maybe his dad could take his place, I would be more than elated to test out that man-cock.

I built up some courage; the way I felt right there with the feelings I had about my husband, it was not difficult. I took a few steps further back. I dropped my hand bag and started to strip. I wanted everything off as soon as possible, I almost tore my clothes off before I gave myself time to change my mind. 

And as I peered back round the corner I heard the woman say, "Come up here, I'll blow you off, I know you like my blow jobs."

She turned slowly round to face him. Salt still lay on his front with his face turned towards her, he said, "It's okay, that'll take too long. I really wanted to blast into a pussy tonight, it's been so long."

She patted him on the face and said, "I'm really sorry babes, but I just can't. I've never come across a cock like yours. I was surprised I managed to get most of it in."

That was my que; I stepped into the doorway, totally naked, hands on hips and moved them slowly from side to side and I said, "Can I have a go!"

Both of their heads sprung up; I mainly looked at Salt, his eyes bulged out, a look of shock on his face as he stayed down and said, "Bunny! What are you doing here? Are you both back?"

I said nothing, I stepped closer to the bed and the woman said, "Who's this! You told me you were single."

I walked in; I took small steps, still swung my hips from side to side, a big grin on my face. The woman rolled off the bed and started to throw her clothes on in a mad panic and said, "Sorry mate but I'm not into this, whatever this is. You should have told me earlier."

She stared at my trim athletic body; she looked me up and down, her face red with a look of sheer confusion upon her. 

I smiled at her contently and then to Salt. He said to the woman, "There's nothing going on here."

Salt looked towards me and said, "Bunny, what are you doing! What are you doing back here! Why are you like that... naked?"

I looked back to the woman as she walked out the door, Salt said, "Wait... okay, I'll call you."

The woman had gone out the door, only heard her shout back, "Don't bother."

Salt lay there on his front, one of his arms was along his side nearest me, and his other was by his head. He looked up and said, "Well Bunny, what are you doing here. I didn't expect you back for a few more days."

He did not want to move and said, "Look... let me get dressed and we can have a chat, okay."

I smiled and kept walking, I said, "No need for clothes just yet!"

I stepped round the bed to where he lay closest to and said, "We had a disagreement and I left him there."

We heard the front door slam as the woman left, she was obviously upset... ah.

I reached the corner of the bed, to where his feet were, I placed a hand on his legs and as I walked up to his head, I dragged my fingers along his calves, back of the thighs, onto his arse. I ran circles round an arse cheek and then up his back, to his neck.

As I walked I said, "You don't have to hide it, I've already seen it, I saw it in action."

He asked, clearing the frog in his throat, "How long have you been back? How long were you at the door for?"

I took a step back down the bed and leant down to his arse and kissed it and I said, "Long enough."

He crooked his head back as far as he could to look down to me and asked, "So what happened?"

I kissed his other arse cheek and sucked on it a bit and I said, "Too many questions, too many distractions... no more questions... no more distractions."

He still asked, "But, what happened, why are you here, why are you doing this?"

I patted his arse and stepped so that I was right in the middle of his body and I said, "It doesn't matter."

I placed a hand under his shoulder and a hand under his hip, and I flipped him over like a pancake. For a brief moment I saw his massive but flaccid cock. He had placed both hands over it, he clutched his balls and his cock lay under his fore-arms. 

I got up onto the bed and knelt by his side; I smiled at him and said, "No good hiding it; I told you I've already seen it."

I took hold of one of his wrists and lifted it off. He made no fuss, he did not resist. He let his hand lay where I had placed it away from his cock. I then took hold of his other hand by the wrist and lifted that off too, to the other side.

And there it was, holy fucking shit, it was flaccid, but not totally, I didn't think. I think he became aroused by my body and what I may allow him to do to it.

It lay along his stomach, even in that state; it reached his belly button. I licked a couple of my fingers as I looked at him and said, "Nice cock... it is a cock... isn't it! Not some sort of huge strap-on?"

I placed my wet fingers at the base and ran them up to the head. He coughed, but remained silent. I ran my fingers back down and I could see clearly it had grown. I said, "My... this is a mighty specimen. A Whale amongst Minnows."

As my eyes gazed upon it for the first time, close up. It was impressive, very impressive. My god that thing was going to kill all nine of my pussies lives. And I bet I was going to be enthralled in pure ecstasy in seeing all of them perish. 

I dribbled some spit onto the cock-head and grabbed it; fucking thing was thick, thicker than my own wrist. I picked it up and lay it across my palm, fucking thing was heavy, that was one heavy piece of machinery, I began to stroke it, he said, "Please don't do this; you're married to my son."

I took my eyes off his cock and slowly up to his face, I still stroked the cock gently back and forth, and I said, "Ah yes, your son, we'll get to him later."

The cock had grown, holy shit it had grown a heck of a lot, it then looked like something that could do real damage to a pussy - I could not wait; I wanted my pussy to be wrecked by that thing.

I took a tighter grip and still stroked it, I had to spit on it again, as I said, "I see and can feel you would like to do something to me. From what that woman was saying, you can fuck till the cows come home without cumming. Is that true?"

As I stroked the cock, I placed and ran my other hand on his chest. He said, "I cum, but it takes a while."

I grinned and said, "I'd like to take you up on that. But I also heard you don't want to be blown off."

He grabbed me by the wrist of the hand that was on his chest and said, "We shouldn't be doing this."

I gripped the cock a little tighter and said, "You let me worry about that."

I shook off his grip on my wrist and resumed in stroking the cock and asked again, "So you don't like to be blown off."

He closed his eyes and said, "I don't mind being given a blow job, it's just that I haven't cum in a pussy for a long time. Anyway, why am I even discussing this with you?"

He raised himself up like he was going to get off the bed. I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him back down. I patted his chest and said, "Just stay there big boy. I'll give it a go if you like, a bit later." And I winked at him.

I then thought of something, that cock was magnificent and I could do so much with it. I let it go and stepped off the bed, I said, "Just a minute."

I went off to my room and fetched a bottle of body oil. I brought it back and knelt back besides him; the cock was still up - I would have been surprised if it weren't. 

I drizzled the oil onto the cock and balls, I placed the bottle to one side and I grabbed the cock. I gently massaged the oil all over the cock and balls. I used both hands on the shaft and made sure every bit of that cock got well oiled. 

As I stroked the shaft with one hand I massaged and groped his balls with the other. I held the cock at the base and I slowly ran my fist up and down the head, I rolled the fore-skin back and forth across that massive head. 

I was sure he liked it; he placed his hands behind his head and looked at my hands which worked on his cock. I poured some more oil on and continued with my guilty pleasure. I've always wanted to massage a nice big cock. And that one was a very nice and a very, very big cock. 

I placed both hands onto the shaft and to be honest, if I had a third hand it would have fitted on there as well. I gripped tight, it was slippery, but I managed to stroke it off, all the way from base to head. 




Bouncing Bunny



I grabbed it at the base and it stood up like a rocket waiting on the launch pad. I grabbed it at the head with the other hand and stroked across the shaft and head fast, tight grip. I knew that cock could handle it. If I had done that to his son, his son would have screamed out like a girl that it hurt, and cum within seconds.

I did that for a few minutes, and then I took hold of it at the head in my fist; I stroked it down from the head, pulled the fore-skin back in my fist to the base. I did the same with the other hand, and I repeated that again for several minutes. 

The oil was complemented by a flow of pre-cum that oozed from the tip of the volcano. I reversed the action and stroked it from the base to the head, in turn with each hand. 

I rolled the shaft between the palms of my hands, like a cigar, back and forth as I ran up and down. I was so amazed by the stamina of that cock; most men would have cum long ago, easily. 

I wanted to see the expression on his face; I rolled his fore-skin back and held it down with one hand, which exposed the amazing massive head. I gripped tight and with a quick rapid movement of the other hand I stroked him off at the head. 

He looked at me and I at him, we both smiled and I asked him, "You like this don't you?"

My hand was a blur as it ran across that man part. He said nothing, he nodded and his face seemed content with my determination to satisfy him.

I could have massaged that cock all night, and he would not have cum. I was stupefied with the control he had. It felt so satisfying having my hands on a cock like that, doing what I always wanted to do, it was a sheer delight. 

My mouth got dryer; I needed to be kissed for my efforts. I grabbed the bottle and started to drizzled oil onto his legs, more onto that cock, then some onto his stomach and chest. I placed the bottle down and I softly buffed the oil all over his body. 

Just before I got onto him, I picked the bottle up and there was only a bit left in it, shame for it to go to waste. So I poured it over me, onto my tits and stomach, I threw the empty bottle onto the floor. I straddled bent kneed across his stomach. He watched me as I rubbed the oil all over my body. 

I slid back and sat on his thighs, the cock at my stomach. I moved a bit further back and lifted that thing and placed it between my tits. I squeezed the cock between my tits and moved my body up and down.

It felt real nice and I was sure it felt even better to him. We looked at each other as I titty fucked him. The big knob hit me on the bottom of my chin, I kept my sights on him and opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, I let it hit my tongue and I also licked pre-cum off as it oozed out. 

I kissed the big knob and released it from my tits then lay on top of him and rubbed myself onto him with the oil between us, it all felt very slimy but erotically sensual. The cock between us felt so huge, like a wooden log ready to be burnt. I wanted to burn it and feel it explode in me. As I moved, slithered and slipped our bodies together, I leant down and kissed him.

He pushed me back slightly, and asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

I nodded and went back down with my lips onto his, he opened his mouth and we kissed slowly but passionately. He grabbed my arse and moved it around; he slid my arse and body across his, squeezed and rolled the cock between us. I held his face as we kissed long and hard.

God, my pussy salivated, it yearned, it shouted out in my head to be given something, something long and hard. And trust me that thing between us was very long and extremely hard. 

I let go of his face and we looked at each other, we smiled but not a sound was uttered.

My pussy was so wet; I felt a trickle again as it ran out. My pussy was ready for a cock, just was not sure about that cock, but before I attempt to take that into me, I wanted to suck on it, it had looked so menacing I had to suck on it.

I reluctantly rose up straight onto my knees, I was straddled across him. I looked to him, smiled and winked. I turned around on him and I slid my pussy to his face. I wanted him to eat me out while I gobbled on that cock. 

He grabbed my arse with both hands and said, "I shouldn't say this, but I've wanted to fuck you for a long time."

I was pretty sure he meant that, and I was pretty certain he wanted to see if he could blast a load into my pussy, up my cunt. And yes, fuck yes, I wanted that too.

He started to lick my slit, he poked his tongue in and, oh, I felt it go into my hole. I let him do me for a while before I started on the cock. He even surprised me with his tongue, it was long and he poked it in so deep. 

He nibbled on my clit and that was it; that sent a shiver up my spine and a more than pleasant feeling through my pussy. I had a hold of the cock and rubbed and slapped my face with it. I had to wait till my first orgasm had subsided and then take to blowing off on that cock.

He was quite good down there, he grabbed my arse tighter and his tongue worked so hard on my clit and along my slit to my entrance. And there, that was it, I was there, I said, "Oh fuck, that's nice, oh so nice."

My pussy released a flow of its juices, I heard him say, "Oh Bunny, you taste wonderful."

While he ate me out I thought I had better try and get that cock in my mouth. I opened wide, I rolled back the fore-skin, I saw a trickle of pre-cum which I licked off, and then saw the massive pee hole on that thing, and I could have got a fucking pencil in it. I slipped in the big purple head, past my lips and even then the cock-head pushed my lips further apart. There was no way I was going to get that into my mouth, the head and three inches would be the limit with the girth of that cock.

I slobbered and sucked on it while he slobbered and sucked my pussy. My eyes were closed as I sucked softly on that man's member; I had to take it out on several occasions, to catch my breath, but always loved pushing it back in. 

Oh fuck, I had another orgasm; I took the cock out and said, "Ahhh, that's nice, so fuckin' nice."

He had got me so wet and my pussy felt right for me to try and get fucked. I looked forward to a fucking, after what his son had done I wanted a right good fucking by anyone. I was so happy that that man, even if it was my father, was the man with a massive cock. Something I never thought I would have in me, let alone see.

In return would hopefully help him to achieve what he wanted that night for a long time. I slapped my face with the cock again as I came off my orgasm. I moved my hips up and he knew I wanted to move forward with the events. 

I said to him, "You get on top."

He moved over and I lay down. He came over me and I raised my legs up by holding onto the underside of my thighs at the knees. I widened them as far as I could and he looked down and positioned himself. 

I had my eyes closed, he said, "Bunny!"

I opened my eyes and we locked our sites together, we stared in silence for a while, then he said, "You okay, you sure about this?"

I closed my eyes and nodded. I felt it as he brought the cock-head forwards to find my body's intimate cock gate. He pushed and I pushed back, I wanted my gate to open as far wide as possible, I knew for that cock I had to be. 

I wiggled my hips from side to side, and we both pushed into each other. And there it was I felt like the cock had prized me open like battering ram, I thought I felt my pussy tear as the cock went in. I was in wonderful pain, it felt sensational. 

It slipped in easier once past my secured pussy lips, and I felt it go in deeper as he pushed in and out with each lunge. God it was so intense just to get it in. I pulled my legs further apart, as he drove further and deeper. 

Oh god isn't he in yet, and just as I thought that, I involuntarily shouted out on his next thrust, "Jesus fuck."

He pulled back and plunged again, my delighted pussy made me shout again, "Holy fuck!"

Again he withdrew and plunged back in and deeper it went, and again my throat screamed out, "What the fuck!"

I had an orgasm, bastard cock wasn't even in me for a minute and I had an orgasm. My body felt elated, I had never felt better. I hoped I can make that man's dream come true. 

I had thrown my head back and my eyes were shut tight, my face grimaced in pain, and all I was able to release from my mouth, were moans of ecstasy on each and every insertion of that cock.

He banged away, and even after five minutes it felt like he just got deeper and deeper. Then he stopped, I opened my eyes and he looked at me and he asked, "You okay Bunny?"

My face must have shown the pain, but I tried to smile and nodded. He too smiled and said, "I'm home Bunny."

I thought 'Thank god, thank fucking god.' We lay still; I felt the cock as it pulsed within my body. It was a very strong throb. I'd never felt that before, oh god it felt oh so nice. 

While we looked at each other, I slowly let go of my legs, dropped my arms onto his back and my legs to behind his arse. I hugged him tight. He was in the same position as I had caught him in earlier. But that time it was me under him. His arms to the side of me and his legs stretched back and about two feet apart, up onto his toes.

I opened my eyes, took in a deep, deep breath, I closed my eyes and said, "Fuck me, fuck meee!"

He pulled out slowly and I immediately felt empty. How on earth could a cock have that effect on a body? He didn't fully extract on the back stroke, about three inches remained in me. He then slowly plunged back in and my body made me cry out, "Holy fuck."

I'd never been fisted nor had that desire, but if I ever was, I can only imagine that that cock made it feel like a good fisting, right up to the elbow.

He picked up the pace and was into a nice comfortable fucking tempo. Just another five minutes passed and I had another orgasm. That cock continued to give me orgasm after orgasm. It took me up high into the clouds and just when I thought I was back on the ground, the cock took me back up again.

My body, my cunt, my pussy all screamed in sheer delight, that man knew how to use that tree trunk of a cock; he fucked me with mighty long and extremely hard strokes.

I respected that cock; there was no way I was going to give up like that woman, what a pussy she was. I was going to give that cock and its owner the dream that they have waited for.

I had lost control and my cunt gave up and flowed like a river, it unlocked torrent after torrent of its juices. And thank god it did, as it was needed to help me survive the unbelievably delightful grating of that cock against my cunt walls.

He had been fucking me for at least half an hour, I say he, but it was all that cock that fucked me. I clung onto that man for dear life as he had his way with me. There was no way another man could ever satisfy me the way Salt was doing.

Other men had lasted around ten to twelve minutes maybe fifteen max, before they had blown their loads. Salt was just amazing, a remarkable fucker. 

And it wasn't over yet. My legs got fatigued, from pulling in that cock. I had to drop them. He realised that, so when I did, he stopped fucking me. He grabbed my legs and brought them up. My feet were close to around my ears.

He kissed me on the lips and said, "Sorry Bunny, but I think I'm nearly there."

I placed a hand to the side of his face and asked, "Sorry for what?"

He said, "For not cumming sooner, I know you're tiered."

I was overjoyed to be fucked, and after at least another ten minutes I had sort of got used to that cock and wanted him to be satisfied as a man. I said, "I want you to be happy, fuck me; use me, cum in me."

He began again; he built up to the previous tempo very quickly and fucked me well. He plunged in so hard that I was pushed deep into the mattress. And when he went up, my arse bounced off the bed and met him in mid-air, only to be plunged back into and bounced off again, it was like he bounced me off with his pelvis onto a trampoline, god, did he go on... and on. 

There was this one sight I will always remember, that's when he withdrew, my inner pussy would be drawn out and clung to his magnificent shaft, it was an awesome sight. It made the whole sensation of fucking even better. He would create a vacuum when he withdrew, and the noise from my pussy on re-entry of that cock was just the best sound of a good fuck taking place.

I'm not going to tell you how many other orgasms that cock gave me, as I could not distinguish the gaps in-between. I was in a continual state of rapture. 

Oh god that man had stamina and that cock was something else. Must have been another ten, twelve minutes from when he hoisted my legs up. I had my eyes closed and he said, "Bunny."

I opened my eyes and he said, "I'm there Bunny, can I..."

I clasped his head in my hands and said, "Cum in me?"

I nodded and said, "That's what I want as well as you."

His strokes became fewer but stronger, he really pounded into me hard. He still carried on for another three minutes like that and then he plunged in so deep, so hard. It set me going, I closed my eyes and that cock released load after load deep into my womb.

He lunged again and again; he ejaculated cum in bucket loads. I felt it not just ooze out of my pussy, but it literally, gushed out under pressure. I felt it as it splattered all over my arse and ran down my back. 

He grunted as he delivered me his loads, I welcomed each and every one, but there was no way I could have held it in, oh god there was so much.

He finally let my legs go and lay on top of me; he was used, spent and fucked on top of me, I was no better. He tried to withdraw. But I grabbed his arse and pulled him back in. We lay still, we both gasped and heaved for breath, and he heaved hard as I placed a hand on to his head and pulled it close to my chest.

We lay there for quarter of an hour, till that cock was soft and flaccid still in me; it still felt a hell of a lot bigger than his son's erect penis.

I finally allowed him to slip out and he rolled off and to my side. And it was unbelievable, absolutely incredible, the amount of spunk that came out of me. It flowed like a water fall, a 'Cum fall,' out of my pussy.

We smiled at each other and I asked, "You happy?"

He placed a hand to my face and said, "Oh Bunny, you've made me so happy."

He then asked, "So you going to tell me what happened, what's my son done?"

I looked deep into his eyes and said, "I saw him with another girl."

Salt said, "When, where, who?"

I took in a breath and said, "Just a few days ago, when I was sick, you know, when I came home early, you saw me crying. It was that day I saw him in a restaurant with her."

Salt's eyes closed, his smile diminished and a very serious look was upon his face and he said, "Oh Bunny... Bunny. You did this because of what you saw then."

I said, "Yes I was so angry, he made me so angry, he made me do this."

His face still serious and he shook it from side to side ever so slowly and said, "Oh Bunny, you didn't know."

I was then confused, I asked, "What didn't I know?"

He grabbed my other hand tight; he rubbed my cheek softly and said, "I don't know why he didn't tell you. But he had told me that he was seeing off a dear friend, from his school days. Even I know her. She's immigrating to Australia with her new husband; she was here on a one day stopover, and wanted to see him before they left."



Bouncing Martha, For All to See



Martha searched through the packs of steaks for one that looked like it hadn't been sat there for a week already. Deep in thought as to how she might concoct a good peppercorn sauce she felt a presence behind her. Jack wrapped his arms around her soft belly hanging cutely as she bent over. As she rose his hands followed, tracing a line up her body to grasp at her huge tits. He loved the way they hung as she bent over and from the end of the aisle he had watched as her cleavage spilled out to his great delight leaving just enough to the imagination for both him and the young shelf stacker who had been fixated by this beautiful blonde-haired vision.

Martha loved to show off her curves and her low slung top nestle around her massive breasts, hugging them into a treasure trove of sexuality and pleasure. She was tall and stood out with her dyed-bright red hair which hung around her shoulders. And despite what they thought, even the guys walking around with their trophy wives would stair, their cocks twitching within their pants.

"I can feel you Jack," she said as his semi-hard rod made inroads between her perfectly sized ass.

"I thought you might," he replied as he slid a hand inside her top grasping her fleshy tit. The shelf-stacker had retreated, probably to some store room to blow the load he had building as a result of Martha's unashamed display of flesh that teenage liaisons could only aspire to.

"I'll tell you what, just grab the decent stuff on the top shelf and let's get out of here - I have something special I want to give you when we get home," Jack said, and with that Matha grabbed the meat and took it to the till.

Restrained, with a heightening sense of the pleasure about to befall their charged bodies they drove home. Barely able to keep from touching each other they arrived at the doorway. Jack fumbled in excitement as he attempted the lock. Second time lucky he got the key in and was about to step through when Martha slid her hand round him grasping his growing rod to say "I hope you're going to aim better with this 'cos I am wet and ready."

He packed away the essentials from the shopping, cold stuff before turning to find his muse close in front of him. He forced her back against the counter and forced himself upon her. Pushing his tongue into her mouth her kissed her passionately. He slid a hand up under her shirt feeling the loose, well-shaped flesh that drove him into ecstasy. She began to undo his shirt and he let it fall to the floor.

Now it was a race to get her out of these clothes. In full view of the street through the kitchen window he slipped a hand into her bra and flopped out one of those mammoth tits. It flopped down onto her shirt holding a beautiful melon shape, topped with a huge tea plate sized areola and puffy nipple. She held it up for him to feast on and, obligingly he suckled on the pink teat as she let out a soft moan.

Biting and pulling at her breast he found his way to the buttons of her shirt and released them one by one to bare her pale freckled body. Releasing the lacey mass of material that consituted her balconette bra her tits flopped down to perch on top of her belly. He pressed himself against them feeling their warmth and softness.

He explored the folds of her body paying close attention to her nipples as she offered one, then the other to him to suck. She took one in her own mouth, nibbling on the tip and sending waves of sensations through her body as Jack planted kisses over her chest.

In a moment she turned the pace and had his trousers undone. She forced down her own skirt and jack ripped open the thing tights to reveal her soaking wet cotton panties. He dropped to his knees and lapped at the sweet juices running through the cotton and down her legs before rising to bring her a taste of his enjoyment.

Now naked she pushed him onto one of the kitchen chairs facing the window. He sat, looking up at this giantess of a woman, poised and wet with passion to feel his cock inside her.

"I want all of you inside me," she said. "Give me 10 inches of pleasure, make me scream as you suck my tits and probe my pussy with that massive rod."

She straddled him and placed the dripping lips of her pussy against the tip of his cock. Her love juices dribbled down his long thick shaft and onto his balls. Slowly she slid her body down, around his huge member. She pulled away only increasing his pleasure before plunging down further. He travelled deeper into the folds of her pussy as she let gravity take effect and within minutes he was as deep as he could ever be inside a woman.

Martha's pussy tightened around him as she started to ride the great rod inside her. Her tits began to bounce infront of Jacks face and he found he couldn't choose where to focus his hands to most enjoy the feel of the big beautiful women bouncing up and down on his cock. He grasped at her tits pulling them towards his mouth and sucking and biting at the pink protrusions that offered themselves to him.

And then he caught a glimpse of the window. Or more specifically Martha's friends Honey and Jill staring through the window. Both big and both the subject of Jack's attentions in the past he found it turned him on to see them watching, staring at the sight of their friend bouncing up and down on his giant member. They could see her big ass planted on his lap, and his balls, glistening from Martha's juices, between his legs rythmically being squashed together as he forced himself deeper into her.

But the girls didn't leave. They carried on watching and honey brought a finger to her lips to indicate for Jack to keep quiet. He obliged and the girls noticeably began touching their breasts, and each others.

As Martha's moans grew louder Jack momentarily released a hand of his sensual explorations of Martha's body and made a quick beckon for the girls to come in. In one movement he brought his hand down to bear, grasped Martha's hips, thrust up deep inside her and she came with a loud moan throwing her head back and forward before resting for only a second. In an instant she again began riding Jack's monster rod and offering her tits to him again to suck. His balls, legs and the chair now soaking in a mixture of Martha's juices and his pre-cum she slid about sensually driving him into a state of heightened passion.

Behind her he could now see Honey and Jill as they began stripping each other unbeknownst to Martha. He rhythmically drove his shaft deep into her as the girls beyond began sucking at each other's nipple. The girls worked each other's bodies as Jack delighted in three BBWs naked in his kitchen. Honey slid a finger, then two into Jill's soaking pussy whilst still suckling at her nipple. In reply, Jill thrust her whole hand deep inside Honeys gaping lovebox. The girls, without a sound, deeply pleasured their play thing, hands soaked in womanly juices as the came over and over, restraining their moans to conceal their presence.

Jack exploded, filling Martha with his hot creamy cum. She screamed as his cock expanded inside her to release the huge load. She rose, and plunged down again as she shook violently in her own all-consuming orgasm. They jolted together, moaning and pawing at each other before she rose and slid off of his spent member as it dribbled with the combined juices of their innermost beings.

She knelt in front of him, those massive bags of flesh resting on his legs, and began to lap up his manly juices. Swallowing his giant rod as far as she dare she drunk again as he raised another shot from those glistening balls, hittintg the back of her throat while all the time Honey and Jill tasted and probed each other's most intimate parts. Martha worked Jack until she had exhausted his supply, for now at least.

Spent, Martha sat back on her heels. Jack viewed her glorious shape and size, the object of his affections, before his gaze was drawn to the sensual explorations of the women infront of him. Martha turned her head to find her two friends deep into pleasuring each other. She turned back to Jack, smilled a feindish smile and turned back to the ensuing action. Jack waited for what would happen next...