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The Orchard

By: JosephBarnosky



The day started off like any other, except I was headed over to Mr. Brown's orchard. Mr. Brown has the best apples this side of the county. In fact, I'd say Mr. Brown grew the best apples I've ever had the pleasure of tasting.

He never minded me coming over and picking a few unlike the rest of his customers. I guess it was because I insisted on wearing this cute little miniskirt with no panties and shirt that showed off, well just about everything I had to offer, but still leaving enough to the imagination.

Though he tried to hide the fact, I knew he was always looking. I knew if I'd let him, he'd take advantage of this eighteen year old body in no time flat. I bet his wife wouldn't like that though.

So today I did just like I did anytime I visited. I flirted with Mr. Brown for a few minutes and held out my basket asking in the sweetest voice I could if I could have a few of his apples. Of course, with a large smile he said I could and to be sure to take as many as I'd like.

I never took more than I planned to eat that week. Anymore than that would be a waste and besides Mr. Brown had to make a living and if I was taking all that I could each time then who knows what exactly would happen to the orchard.

I made my way down to my favorite spot at the southern end of the orchard where a nice pleasant stream flowed through. There was always a cool breeze sweeping through here on these hot summer days and it felt good, especially when it swept under my skirt. 

By the time I got down there the sun was already beating down, but almost immediately that cool breeze came along and started cooling me off. I spent a few minutes dangling my feet in the water, feeling the sand between my toes. It had a sort of feeling that just felt good without really being able to describe it.

After I had my fill, I got up, grabbed my basket and walked over to the closet apple tree. I plucked off two pretty quickly then I saw a massive one, the biggest I had seen in a long time on Mr. Brown's land. I reached up but it was just out of my reach, so I had to use my tippy toes. My hand wrapped around the luscious fruit and when I came back down I was totally caught off guard.

Sliding in between the folds of my pussy was a rock hard cock. I yelped a little from both being startled and slightly afraid. I was about to struggle when a voice said, "It's okay, I'll be gentle."

I don't know why exactly but I calmed down and slide the rest of the way onto that hard cock. I don't know if it is because I was already horny or the voice was so familiar that I just couldn't place it. Either way, that cock felt great in my pussy. I've had a few cocks in me, from boyfriends or some of my friends, but this one was the longest and thickest I had ever had the pleasure of having inside me.

The man quickly removed my shirt and unsnapped my bra. His hands slipped over my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples, sending electricity shooting through me. Then he started pumping his cock in and out of me. I could feel my pussy throbbing around his massive cock and soon I was cumming. My juices poured over and down his firm cock. And I swear I could feel his increase in size.

He pulled out almost all the way leaving just the head of his cock inside me and then he'd jam it back up in. This went on for minutes but it felt like a lifetime. My God I was feeling so good. Then all of a sudden he just pulled completely out and removed his hands from my breasts.

I was about to spin around wondering just what was going on. I thought he was going to leave without even cumming himself. But as I started to turn, he grabbed my hips and told me to not look and lay down.

I did what he commanded. He helped guide me backward and onto him. With me lying on him with my back to him, he slid his juicy cock back into me. And it felt a whole lot better this time. He started thrusting slowly then slowly increased his pumping. Pretty soon I was moaning feverishly. My hand instinctively went to my clit and began rubbing it. Once again I was cumming and covering his thick cock in more of my juices. I could feel my pussy contract hard against the thrusts of his cock and soon I could feel his balls too contract. He pulled out and shot his cum, rope after rope of it onto my mound and stomach.

Before he was even completely finished he slipped it back into me and continued to pump it in and out, harder than before. My moans almost turned into screams as the ecstasy of it became so immense. My fingers glided over his cum and I scooped it up into my waiting mouth. His cum tasted so sweet that I couldn't get enough of it. He ravaged me as I ate until there was nothing left.

When I thought I couldn't have enough of his cock, he pulled out and rolled me over onto my hands and knees, careful not to let me see who it was. I waited for his fat cock to enter and stretch me out when I felt his tongue hit my clit. He plunged deep into my pussy with his tongue and then he became frenzied, attacking my insides with his tongue. His tongue was soon joined by several probing fingers and then I felt another finger pushing at my asshole. My arms gave way and I fell forward until my face was implanted on the grass and my ass totally in the air. 

With his fingers deep into both of my holes and his tongue flicking my clit, an explosive climax soon hit me. His tongue and fingers never left my body and my screams of pleasure and my begging to stop as I couldn't take any more was ignored as my body twisted in agonizing pleasure. When he eventually stopped, I quite simply could not move, not that I would have a choice.

His cock was immediately implanted back into my pussy. Like a wild animal he grabbed my hips and pumped my furiously. I couldn't help but to grind my ass back against him and quickly he flooded my insides with hot cum. I felt my entire womb fill up and he pumped load after load into me.

Then he pulled out and I couldn't move. I felt far too good and I just loved how the juices poured out of my pussy and down my legs. I've let many guys cum in me, but I always made sure I wasn't ovulating at the time. It was the only time I never had sex as a matter of fact, but this time...

It hit me hard. I was at the peak of my ovulation. What was I going to do? My father would absolutely kill me. Then through all my thoughts I remembered where I was. I forced myself to turn around to see who had performed such a marvelous act on me, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I gritted my teeth, a bit angry at myself. I gathered my clothing and began thinking of how I was going to explain the impossible to explain. I also forgot the one thing I went there for: my apples. Though the apples weren't high on my list, it was going to be harder to explain where this had happened. My thoughts soon turned to Mr. Brown. Sure I had flirted with him and what I wore would turn any man's head, but could Mr. Brown have fucked me?

I shook the thoughts free from my head as I got home. In the drive way was my father's car. I was shocked to say the least that he was home from work already. I almost turned away in that instant, but I forced myself to go inside.

When I got in there was no sign of my father and that is when I heard the shower running. So I quietly slipped into my room. I was on the verge of being frantic. I did the only thing I could and that was to call my best friend. I told her the whole story. She was concerned for me, but at the same time highly turned on. She told me how she wished something like that would happen to her.

When I hung up my father came into my room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I left the door wide open. How foolish could I have been? He could have heard it all. Then he said, "How was my little girl's afternoon?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. That voice. I now knew why it was so familiar. "Daddy?" I said. "Were you at Mr. Brown's orchard today?"

He smiled and took a bite out of the apple he had been holding in his hand this whole time. "I was and you forgot your basket."

I was absolutely shocked. My own father fucked me and, well it felt great. I wanted to be embarrassed or even disgusted but I could not find the reasoning behind it. I've wanted to fuck my father since I was eight, but I never thought it would ever happen.

Then I said the only thing I could say. "Daddy, I um," I stammered. "I'm ovulating and you..."

"I know sweetheart," he said. "I planned it that way."

"But," I said, not sure what else to say. Instead he answered the questions I couldn't get out.

"Your mother and I discussed it and told me all about how you've wanted me. She read your diary and saw your calendar. It turns her on like something crazy to know I'm fucking you."

"What about me getting pregnant?" I asked.

"Is there anything wrong with my baby having my baby?" he asks.

I thought about for a minute and then I finally said, "No, nothing at all."

Then he dropped his apple and crawled hungrily into the bed. I couldn't wait to have his cock back inside me.

The Orchard



I was introduced to Evelyn when I joined the Philharmonic Chorus for the first time. The nervous wait to learn that I had successfully passed a series of auditions was over, but I had much to learn. Evelyn, a mezzo like myself, was asked to guide me through the early stages. In time she would lead me through other experiences that had nothing to do with singing.

At first I was totally involved in the new world I had joined. We sang with all the country's leading orchestras and under conductors of international renown. And as we travelled to new concert halls and recording studios, my friendship with Evelyn developed.

We had much in common. We were both married with husbands successful enough to allow us to pursue our hobby. Neither of us had children, Evelyn by choice, I because I couldn't. We both loved travel, our sense of humour was similar. In breaks between rehearsal and performance, we happily went shopping or sight-seeing together. We became good companions. 

Evelyn was a petite brunette with an oval face, blue eyes, high cheek bones and a mouth I learned to call passionate. She was five years older than me at forty-one (though she liked to tell people she was thirty-nine). We had known each other for more than a year before our relationship changed in a manner that took me completely by surprise.

My car was in for a major service and the garage had had to wait for a replacement part. Trevor, my husband, needed his car for a business appointment, so Evelyn gave me a lift to rehearsal. On the way back we were gossiping about the inevitable affairs that occasionally blossomed and flourished or fell away in a choir thrown together as often as the Chorus was.

As we pulled up outside our house, Evelyn said, "We've been talking about Tom and Felicity, but an affair doesn't have to be between a man and a woman, does it?"

Even as I sensed a certain huskiness in her voice, I felt her hand rest lightly on my thigh. I turned towards her and we hesitated. There was an opportunity to draw back. Instead, unable to resist an instinct I couldn't identify, I leaned in to meet her embrace. Our mouths met. Her tongue slid between my lips and her hands groped for my breasts. 

That was when I came to my senses and pushed her away, but gently, uncertain of myself. Sitting in the car in the darkness, we looked at each other.

Eventually, Evelyn spoke. "Jenny, dear, please don't be shocked. We wouldn't be the first to have felt that need."

"Need?" I asked, playing for time to understand my emotions. "Need for what?"

"For the kind of understanding two women can have. A different kind of understanding. Do you know what I mean?"

I thought I did but where was this leading? "Yes," I said," "I suppose I do."

She put her hand on my arm and squeezed gently. "You have to go in. Trevor will wonder what we are up to. Keep this to yourself for now, but think about it. I shall be at home tomorrow afternoon. If I don't hear from you, I will understand and we will just forget what has happened. On the other hand, I would be thrilled if you would call by for an hour so." With that, she leaned across, kissed my cheek and opened the passenger door. "Goodnight, sleep well and don't let it worry you."

But of course I could think of little else - to the point that Trevor asked if something was worrying me. "Yes," I said, making a decision that I hoped might solve my dilemma. "I was thinking I need two things. A stiff drink and a stiff something else."

Trevor was happy to oblige. But when I slept, I dreamt of what nearly was, and might yet be.

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The next day, after Trevor had left for his office I went upstairs, stepped out of my skirt, lay on the bed and let my hand slide beneath the waistband of my knickers. I had mastered masturbation long before I left school. A quick five minutes in a toilet cubicle always relaxed me before an exam. At night in bed, thinking about a boy friend or fantasising about a teacher, i learned to sustain that delicious point where I was on the edge without toppling over until at last the demand is so great it cannot be resisted. This morning I came fairly quickly but it was more mechanical than emotional. When I went to the drawer for clean knickers, I knew nothing had changed.

I fidgetted away the rest of the morning, looking at the clock avery fifteen minutes. Rationally, I knew I should call Evelyn and politely refuse. In fact, I knew I would go. At two o'clock I could hardly wait to collect my car from the garage and drive to her house.

Evelyn opened the door, took me by the hand and led me inside. "We won't talk," she said. "You are here and that says everything. We may need to talk later. But for now, come upstairs."

It was only then that I realised she was wearing only a housecoat rather than a dress. She led me into a bedroom and immediately turned and held me in a tight embrace. Her hands were cupping my bottom, pulling me on to her. Our mouths locked and I knew why I was there. My tongue found its way into her mouth as her hands began to feel for the hem of my skirt. As she worked it up round my thighs, her soft fingers were urgently caressing my buttocks. I must already have been very wet. 

The kiss lasted until we pulled apart to breathe. Evelyn looked into my eyes as she stepped back, opened the housecoat and shrugged it to the floor. She wore lime green undies with matching stockings and suspender belt. Her small breasts needed little support, but the insubstantial material allowed stiff nipples to protrude.

"I know we are supposed to dress like this for our men but these things make me feel sexy. You too?"

I nodded but somewhat hesitantly. I had given a lot of thought about what to wear, but in the end played safe with conventional white bra and knickers with hold-ups. In less time than it takes to write, Evelyn had everything on view, my skirt and blouse in a heap on the floor beside her housecoat.

"The mirror," Evelyn said. "It's good to see ourselves." She steered me towards a full-length wardrobe mirror, came behind me and reached round to cup my breasts. In the mirror I saw her bend her head to lick the back of my neck before stopping her fondling just long enough to unclasp my bra. Another garment for the floor.

"If I do this, is it good for you?" she asked. My erect nipples under her clever fingers gave their own answer. She went on, "There is much more we can do. If you want?"

I was long past the point where I could have stopped. "Yes," I said. "I want it all. I want you to teach me."

She led me to the bed, set me on my back, opened my legs and knelt between them. Her fingers found their way into me with ease. Then her mouth joined in. Her tongue began to lick my clitoris. It was so direct, so instantly in charge, I found myself in danger of losing what little control remained.

"No, don't." I said, "I don't want it over yet."

Evelyn raised her head. "Jenny, dear. We are just beginning. But we both need this right now. It relaxes the system. Afterwards we can explore and discover. Trust me." With that she put her head down again, used her hands to lift my bottom to meet her. It was intuitive and it was irresistible. Fingers and tongue did all that was necessary and a huge orgasm flooded my whole body.

Flopped back on the bed still breathing heavily, I was aware of Evelyn now lying beside me. One hand was twirling a nipple, the other was moving at speed in her groin. It seemed only seconds before she came.

We lay there in silence. I somehow understood that this was just a pause to prepare us for the real rewards to follow. Eventually, Evelyn said, "Believe me, if we hadn't done that then it would have made us rush everything else."

"Everything else?"

"Do you know "The Orchard of Infinite Delights?"

I confessed I had never heard of it.

"It's an Indian erotic fable. You have to see the orchard as an allegory of sex. Each tree in the orchard - and there are many - bears a different fruit. On the fringes they may be crisp and sharp, stimulating the taste buds. As you move on, succeeding trees offer other flavours, fleshy, juicy and ripe to be devoured. Finally, in the middle of the orchard stands the tallest tree, and on its highest bough hangs the most coveted fruit. It is out of reach. Unless two people act together. They must help lift each other until they attain the ultimate desire."

Evelyn laid a hand on my breast and looked into my eyes. "Is that where we are going?" I asked.

"It has to be the two of us together," she said.

"I know." Forbidden fruit perhaps, but I wanted it. Wanted it very badly. I turned on to my side and reached for her breasts. My tongue traced circles round her nipples. As they hardened, her murmurs of encouragement were all I needed. After a while she said, so softly I almost didn't hear, "Harder, Jenny. Harder with your fingers. I like that."

"Tell me if it is too much," I said, complying carefully at first, then more firmly. It seemed to be doing what Evelyn wanted because her hand was moving between her legs at the same time. But she was true to her word about taking things slowly. After a few minutes she said, "Rest now. You did it well. Did it do anything for you?"

At the time I hadn't thought so, but asked the question, I had to admit to a little surge of excitement. I wasn't ready for it to be done to me - at least, not then - but that was no matter. Evelyn had plenty of other ideas.

"Lie on your back," she said, "And relax. Leave this to me for a while."

She carefully positioned herself above me, and then lowered her body until our breasts were just touching, nipples against nipples. Supporting herself on her arms, she could look in my face and see my response. "Nice?" she asked. "Something Trevor can't do for you, isn't it?"

The answer was yes to both.

Gradually she allowed herself to press right down on me so that our breasts moved against each other as she changed her weight from side to side. Soon I became aware of pressure lower down, groin against groin. I was tingling, willing her to show me where this was leading.

I didn't have to wait too long. "Try this," she said, lifting off me for a moment. "When I get there, open your legs for me."

Her tongue started between my breasts and began slowly, so tantalisingly slowly, to lick the length of my body, lingering to tease my tummy button, pausing it seemed for ever as her mouth reached the beginning of my mound. And all the time she was murmuring, telling me how gorgeous and sexy I was. I was torn between wanting to relish the anticipation and moving on to the next level of arousal.

When the moment came I was hardly aware of it, so subtle was the intrusion of a tentative tongue tip between my labia. Evelyn's hands were cupping my bottom. Briefly I was aware of a finger testing for resistance but then it moved away. I was surprised to find that I was somehow disappointed. But there was no time to reflect, Evelyn was pulling me on to her, her tongue now probing deep into my vagina, then withdrawing slightly to lick the hardness of my clitoris. This was unlike any sexual experience I had ever known and I was ready to accept a huge orgasm.

It didn't happen, or at least not yet. Evelyn's uncanny intuition told her the crisis was near and she rolled away from me on to her back. "Your turn," she said. "Take as much time as you like."

It wasn't difficult. Remembering how the desire had flushed through my body under her knowing stimulation, I tried to replicate every touch, every lick. When I had sucked her nipples, I remembered to press them between my fingers, noting the way she closed her eyes and concentrated on the gentle pain she seemed to enjoy.

In time, I found that I could position her legs so that her knees were across my shoulders. This opened her to my eyes and mouth. There was no pubic hair. Her lips were shiny with her own secretion. I tasted it with my tongue and she groaned, pushing up to meet me. We worked together like that for a long time, thanks to little prompts from Evelyn. "Easy now ... I'll tell you when ... yes, now go again .... like that is good."

When it reached the point of being so good it could not be controlled, she eased me clear. "Would you kneel for me?" she said. "Let me show you from behind."

It was a position that Trevor and I enjoyed regularly but I was puzzled to foresee what there could be for Evelyn. I soon discovered. With both hands, Evelyn held my buttocks apart and went to work with her tongue. At first she lapped in large circles, but I was aware that these were becoming narrower and narrower. The she stopped. Her hands were still holding me open. Until I felt a firm tongue tip make contact with my sphincter. The effect was like an electric charge. She held the contact, then pressed. I couldn't stop myself from crying out, though the words were incoherent.

"This would be a good way to come, darling," Evelyn said. "Can you do it for me?"

I wanted to. She was giving me such exquisite pleasure, I wanted to do everything she asked. Supporting myself on one hand, I reached back with the other and found my clitoris. Evelyn's tongue was working insidiously from behind, matching the rhythm of my stroking at the front. It didn't take long. The orgasm was huge, overpowering. I collapsed on to my stomach, my hand clasping my groin to prolong the sensation.

After a while I was aware of Evelyn's voice, softly beside my ear. "Thank you for being so trusting. I wanted it to be special for you."

"Special doesn't do it justice," I said. "But what about you? Do you want me to ... do that. With my tongue."

"Yes, but not this time. You have come a long way. I am already on such a high I don't really need it, anyway, much as I would like you to do it. Just lick me. Once you feel me responding, don't stop. It will be good for both of us, I promise you."

So that was how our first time together ended. I felt drained and at the same time exhilerated. I saw the point of the Orchard of Infinite Delight and I knew I would have to explore it again. When I said as much while we were recovering over a cup of tea, Evelyn said she hoped there would be many more opportunities.

But that was where a problem arose. After our third meeting, she sensed that I was not entirely happy. Eventually, I had to admit that I was increasingly uncomfortable to be enjoying this new experience as it were behind Trevor's back.

"I thought that might happen," Evelyn said. "But I have a suggestion. I hope it won't shock you."

(To be continued)