9 comments/ 74264 views/ 13 favorites A British Invasion By: tantric_explosion Vermont summer, 2002 Sandra was an upper middle class Londoner. Around her family and friends, she was prim and proper. However, while on her hands and knees, with her ass high, legs spread, and my dick pounding deep into her married cunt, she sounded more like a five dollar whore. "Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . more . . . yes . . . OOOHHHHH fuuuuuuuuuck! I'm cummmmming agggggain." I was kneeling behind her with my hands clawing into her slim, mature hips. Her round ass shook every time I bottomed out in her tight, wet, pussy. One hand rubbed her throbbing pink clit, while her other massaged my swinging balls. Sandra's head and shoulders were buried against the mattress. Her blonde/gray shoulder length hair covered her head like a pup tent. "Me too, Sandra. I'm getting close. Where do you want it?" "YYYYeeessss," she gasped. "My mouth . . . my mouth . . . cum in my moooouuuuttthhhh." She groaned as I pulled from her twat and she turned around. As her open, red lip-stick covered mouth approached the head of my cock, I let go of my rod a bit too early. The first shot exploded from my dick and sprayed across her cute nose and flushed cheek. Sandra tried to pull away, but I already had a hand wrapped in her hair. I pulled her to my cock head and wedged it between her full lips. She swallowed the next jet of warm seed and seemed to give up control as I fucked her hungry mouth. Spit, drool and cum, streamed from the corners of her mouth and dripped over her breasts, as I pistoned in and out. After swallowing most of my cum, she lay back in the bed. I admired that she was confident enough in herself and her sexuality, to leave the splotch of cum on her face. Her grayish-blonde hair was a mess, cum caked her cheek and her small nipples were red and swollen. The mature Brit's slim legs were spread; the light colored landing strip was wet and matted. Her pussy lips were red, wet and open. Sperm from my first load, trickled out, mixed with her pussy juice. Sandra reached for my wet, semi-hard dick and stroked it. With a gleam in her slutty eyes, she said, "I'll give you a bit, to recharge. Then I want your third load up my ass." Sandra was one of my most memorable partners and almost as slutty as her married daughter, Carol. I'm Christopher. I'm an average professional working guy and lucked into a great career. I buy lumber on the commodities market, for a small group of customers. The best part about my job is I can do it anywhere; as long as I have internet access and a cell phone I can make a living. For parts of every year, I choose Vermont. If you ever want to know what heaven will look like, take a ride up route 100, north of Ludlow, Vermont. My cottage is on one of the many lakes that dot the scenic state highway. The Green Mountains surround the small lake. All you can see is the lake, trees and sky. Ludlow has earned the reputation as a four season town. The town has skiing in the winter and golf, biking and hiking the rest of the year. Although it's a half hour drive from the nearest interstate, the town is packed with a wide variety of restaurants, bars and entertainment. I'd never call it home, but I do enjoy it for a few months at a time. There are two houses in Phantom Cove, a small portion of a much bigger lake. My home is one hundred feet from Paul Mason's. Paul is an eccentric artist. He's struggled for most of his career and as his "art" is crap, it's not surprising. What is surprising . . . no shocking, is that a New York City gallery agreed to show his work. He told me he had rented an apartment in Soho for the summer. In turn, he was renting out his lake front home. The first family arrived at Paul's home in mid-June. They were from London. Michael, the husband, explained to me over a glass of local Merlot that they were on a month long eastern USA vacation. They had arrived a week earlier and spent the week on Cape Cod. The second week is in Vermont. They next traveled to Washington, DC and end their vacation in Orlando. It was his understanding that Paul's home would be rented by a series of English families. Michael was right. Over the next month a new family arrived every Sunday. Mom, Dad and two point three kids. One Monday morning in the middle of July, I woke to my 5am alarm. I'm a creature of habit. I dressed in workout clothes and jogged three miles into town. Ludlow has a small gym in an old mill. I lifted weights and stretched for sixty minutes and practiced karate katas for another thirty and then I jogged home. At home, I grabbed a cup of coffee, powered up my computer and reviewed the over-night financial markets, the news and my customer's timber needs. I checked on current stockpiles and finally placed my buy and sell orders. Shortly before the 10am market open, I filled a carafe with coffee, took my mug and computer and headed to my dock. On the way, I grabbed an extension cord and let it unwind while I walked. As the market opened, I was sitting in the middle of heaven. I was on a reclining beach chair, surrounded by water and mountains, while sipping a strong cup of java. My computer was on my lap and I intently studied every trade for the first hour. Everything was normal. At 11am, I stood out of the chair, kicked off my sandals and pulled my tee shirt over my head. I pulled an emergency inflatable life vest over my head and secured it to my waist; I dove into the lake and started an easy swim to Lookout Point, a half mile away. The swim is the highlight of my day and takes fifty minutes round trip, to complete. Back at the dock, I reached for the bottle of Old Spice body and hair gel. I squeezed out a large dollop and washed myself. After washing my entire body, I dove into the lake to rinse off. Drying off on the dock a few moments later, I heard a giggle. In a very British accent, I heard, "The realtor was right, you never know what kind of wild life you'll see." I looked over to Paul's lake front lawn and saw four people sitting on lawn chairs at the waters edge. I threw on my tee shirt and apologized as I walked toward them, "I'm so sorry. I'm sure I ruined the beautiful morning, by making you watch me bathe" "Nonsense," said an upper crust older man. "Your swim looked very enjoyable." "It was. Thank you. My name is Christopher and I'm your neighbor for the week. Welcome." The older man made the introductions. Michael was 60ish, stick thin, except for a belly and ghost white skin. I chuckled at the short shorts, black socks and black sneakers. His wife, ten years his junior was Sandra. She had grayish-blonde hair, sparkling green eyes and a gleaming smile. Her breasts were high and round, and she was wearing a white v-neck top that sported a nice amount of cleavage. A tan skirt showcased a pair of athletic legs, tucked up under her ass. Sitting next to Sandra was her daughter Carol. Carol was a spitting image of her Mom and in her mid-30's. She was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit and gym shorts. A set of thick erect nipples pressed outward from the tight black top. Like her Mom, Carol's legs are slim and athletic. Her finger and toenails were a sexy shade of deep red. As similar in appearance as mother and daughter, Carol's husband, Hal looked just like his father, complete with the short shorts, dark shoes and socks. I chatted with the two couples for a few minutes. They described their itinerary for the week. I made some helpful suggestions and then I wandered back to my computer and work. That night, I headed to Archie's, a local steak joint, located at the base of the Okemo Ski Area access road. The food is great, selection of wine is varied and at times, the bar is crowded with out-of-town divorcees. Unfortunately, that night the bar was nearly empty. I ate and chatted with a few locals, and I drove home around nine. If my daily swim is the highlight of my day, my evening hot tub soak is the highlight of my night. I keep the water very hot. Unlike most people, I never turn on the water jets. I love the peace and quiet. Instead, I sit in the silence, soak and sip wine. Voices around the lake travel for great distances. I heard the door of my neighbor's home shut and voices grew a bit louder as they walked to the lake. I was curious and moved to the opposite side of the tub to watch. I followed the progress of two people. I wasn't sure, but from the size of the woman's breasts, I thought it was the daughter Carol. I watched as they two people embraced. They kissed for a few minutes and then Hal half begged, "Please Carol?" She responded, "God, yes! I love being on vacation. Remember, you promised to finish inside me." Carol dropped to her knees and pulled down Hal's pants. Hal rested his butt against the edge of the picnic table. I smiled to myself and enjoyed the voyeuristic view as the shadowy figures joined together, mouth to cock. I almost burst out laughing, when less than thirty seconds after the start, Hal groaned and in a very pissed off voice Carol said, "Already? You're cumming already!" "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. This experience has me so excited. I'm sure if you keep it up, I'll be ready to go again, in no-time." With a very frustrated, "You better!" Carol lowered her head and began sucking his dick again. In short order, the couple switched places. Carol sat on the edge of the table, her skirt pulled around her waist. Hal eased between her spread thighs and thrust into her. Their moaning and words of encouragement filled the air -- for less than a minute. "Here it cums," grunted Hal. "Jesus, not yet," was Carol's urgent plea. Hal continued to thrust and grunt until he was satisfied, then pulled from Carol. "Please Hal. Please. Eat me? Please eat me!" "Not likely, dear. You're filled with my spunk." Carol said something I couldn't understand. In a not-so-pleasant response, Hal said, "I'll do better tomorrow night. Now back we go." I watched as Carol eased off the table, patted down her skirt and walked back to the cottage. Tuesday was a tough day of work. The markets were less than predictable and I had to concentrate on work all day. As the market closed I was tense, irritable and horny. I called Trish. She's a cute, bubbly, mid-30's school teacher and one of my fuck-buddies. I grilled some shrimp and asparagus, made a salad and we ate on the deck. We were in the tub, under a star filled sky, sipping wine, when Hal and Carol made their, now nightly, trip to the lake. I warned Trish, "Keep quiet and watch. This guy came twice in five minutes, last night. He really pissed off his wife." Trish giggled and I had to "shush" her. Hal's performance this night was just as pathetic. He fucked his wife twice in eight minutes, came twice and then refused to eat her. Carol hadn't cum and was beyond frustrated. Instead of returning to the cottage with Hal, she remained at the picnic table. We watched as Hal walked the short distance back to the house. Trish turned back to me, when we heard the door close behind him. When she saw the smile on my face, she shook her head and whispered into my ear, "I know that look. You're thinking something kinky." I whispered back, "Sit on the edge of the tub." Trish shook her head wildly and mouthed, "No way!" I reached under the water. Trish's large hanging breasts were bare. From experience, I knew her nipples were incredibly sensitive. I took her fat brown nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched her hard. She covered her mouth with one hand and silenced a groan. Pulling her by her nipple, I guided her out of the water and into a sitting position on the side of the tub. I pushed her plump legs wide and leaned into her hairless pussy. Trish is a loud lover. She moans. She curses. She talks dirty. She gave up as soon as my tongue sliced across her clit. "Oh yes . . . yes . . . yes. Eat me. Eat me. Eat my fucking pussy." Trish continued an on-going filthy dialog as she laid back and enjoyed my experienced tongue. Right . . . there . . . yes . . . you got it . . . lick me . . . fucking lick me . . . ooooooohhhhhh yesssssssssss!" Although Carol couldn't see us, as my tub is tucked in the shadows, under the deck, it only took her five seconds to figure out what was happening. I watched as she quietly moved around on the picnic table and faced our direction. I added a finger to Trish's tight twat and received an immediate response. Trish grabbed the back of my head and bucked against my face. "Fuck yes . . . fuck yes . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . FUCK . . . CUUUUUUUMMMING! Don't . . . you . . . fucking . . . stoppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp!" Looking over at my British neighbor, I could see that she spread her thighs and had a hand moving between her legs. As Trish peaked, I pulled back and urgently wrestled her into a doggie position. The splashing water startled Carol. She strained to see us, but gave up when she heard Trish howl as I slammed into her. "Your fucking dick . . . feels so fucking . . . gooooooooood! Fuck me! Fuck me!" As I pounded Trish, I could see Carol's hand was working furiously between her legs. Carol listened to us fuck for over thirty minutes and played with herself the entire time. My little slut, Trish, came every few minutes. By the time Carol snuck back to the house, Trish was little more than a wasted dish-rag, hanging on to the side of the tub. When the door to my neighbor's house closed behind Carol, I pulled from Trish's pussy and brought her back to life, when I pushed into her tight asshole. Trish grunted and groaned, as I dumped my load into her vice-like ass. On Wednesday night, Carol came to the lake alone. I watched as she sat on the picnic table and stared out over the water. She snuck an occasional glance over to my property. After a short time, she got up and wandered along the lakes edge, walking closer to me. I didn't want to startle her, so I gently called out, "Hi Carol. It's Christopher, your neighbor." Carol spun in the direction of my voice and covered her mouth. "Oh, you scared me!" "I'm sorry. I'm in the hot tub to your left." We've all had times in our lives when we encountered animal magnetism. As Carol approached the tub, the sexual tension was thick. We chatted about their short time in Vermont and the daily excursions. Finally, she looked at me and bashfully asked, "Do you come out here every night?" I nodded, "Yes." "I heard you last night," She admitted. "And I heard you, the last two nights," I countered. "Oh bloody hell!" I chuckled and reassured her, "Don't worry about it." I raised my wine glass and asked, "Could you use a drink?" "Yes. That would be wonderful." I pointed to a small cupboard located a few feet away. "I'd be a gentleman and get you a wine glass, but I'm not wearing a swimsuit." Carol's brow creased with confusion, "You're naked?" "I always soak naked." Carol gasped and involuntarily leaned closer to the tub, trying to see under the water. "I don't believe you." For a man is his late 40's, I'm in real good shape. I'm proud of my body and not shy about showing it off. I stood out of the water and showed Carol my naked form. She stared and I let the tension continue to build. Her eyes jumped between my face and fattening cock. Finally, I eased over the side of the tub, walked to the cabinet and took out a wine glass. I filled the glass, picked up mine from the side of the tub, walked around and stood arms length away from Carol. As I handed her the glass, I proposed a toast, "To my British neighbors." All she could do was nod, as we touched glasses and she took three healthy gulps. Carol was breathing hard. I reached for her glass and placed it, with mine on the edge of the tub. I circled my arm around her waist and pulled her against me. I kissed her hard and she showed equal passion. Out tongues tangled together and she groaned into my mouth. Pulling away, I told her, "I'm going to make you cum." When Carol nodded dumbly, I reached out and turned her around. "Oh, God," was all she said, as I pulled her against me. Carol's back was pressed against my front. I reached around her and unbuckled her shorts. I pushed the shorts and white silk g-string to her knees and then stepped on them, driving them to the deck. "Step out of them," I ordered. Carol lifted her left foot and cleared her shorts and panties. With an encouraging hand on her back, Carol bent over the edge of the tub. She eased her legs wide, folded her arms along the tub and rested her head in her arms. Less than a minute after taking her wine, I was pushing my fat cock into her overflowing tight married cunt. It took three hard pushes before I bottomed out. Placing a hand on each of her shoulders, I started to pound my entire length into her. When she let out a piercing, "AAAArrrgghhhhhh," I told her, "Watch out, your voice will carry to the cottage." Carol covered her mouth with the crook of her arm and wailed, as I continued to use her pussy. She had a small cum after a few minutes and as the small one built to a major blow; I could feel her start to rub her clit. She groaned so loud, that I knew I had to watch the house, for any signs that anyone had heard. As the orgasm passed, Carol limply hung onto the side of the tub. I let her rest and did all the work. I changed the depth and fucked her with the first three inches. Every few strokes, I buried my entire bone and switched back to just a few inches. It was great fun and we were approaching thirty minutes of hardcore fucking. "I'm cumming again," Carol moaned. "Me too," I responded. I held her hips and power fucked her, until I exploded. After emptying my load, I took a few steps back at sat in a beach chair. Carol remained bent over the tub. She looked so fucking sexy. She was naked from the waist down. Her ass was young and athletic and her legs were tan and flawless. She finally stood and turned to me. She reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her white lace bra quickly dropped to the deck and I got my first look at her small perky breasts. I noticed that her beaver was shaved into a thin landing strip as she lowered herself into the chair opposite me. She saw me glancing at her cottage. She rolled her eyes and said, "Don't worry about them. Dad and Hal are playing cribbage and Mom is reading. I told them I was going for a walk. They won't bother us." And then she sighed, "My God, that was incredible. I've never been fucked that hard." In a sign of self-consciousness, Carol crossed her legs. I shook my head and told her, "Uncross your legs." She shyly bit her lower lips and said, "No." "Uncross your legs or I'll do it for you." She grinned in a dare, then thought better and slowly her left leg uncrossed from her right. Carol was looking at me with concern and lust in her eyes. "Hook your legs over the arm of the chair." When she didn't move, I continued, "Do it now." She leaned back into the chair, scooted her ass forward and raised her legs over the arm. Her cunt gapped open. I left my chair and knelt in front of her spunk filled hole. "I heard the other night. Hal won't eat your pussy." She shook her head and answered, "Hardly ever. He's never done it after cumming in me." As I lowered my mouth to her creamy twat, she held me back. "But it's so dirty." I smiled wide and told her, "Don't worry Carol. I'm going to have you do some dirty things for me." I pushed her hands off my head and buried my mouth in her pussy. I licked Carol from her clit to asshole. Her orgasms started quickly and built in intensity. When they evened out, I added one and finally two fingers in her hole and finger banged her, while eating her clit. A British Invasion She had her biggest orgasm, when I pushed a finger into her spit covered asshole. She finally begging, "No more . . . pleassssse . . . stooooop!" When she pushed my head away, I pulled my fingers from her. "Holy shit," she groaned in a sexy British accent. "I'll do anything . . . I swear . . . anything you want!" I leaned back, still on my knees and asked, "Can you swim?" "Not as good as you, but I can swim." I got up, grabbed Carols discarded clothes and folded them. We walked naked, to Paul's picnic table and I placed the clothes on the table top. Pointing to the lake I asked, "Do you remember the float?" When she said, "Yes," I told her, it's about fifty yards out. I took her hand and lead her into the water. It was a short refreshing two minute swim. We climbed the ladder and lay down on the wooden deck. Carol was out of breath, so we rested briefly. I checked out Carol's cottage and couldn't see any movement. Turning to the sexy woman, I told her, "We're going to 69 for a while. You'll be on top." She smiled and climbed over me. She lowered her well used pussy to my face, as I felt her lips stretch around my dick head. Carol was a good sex partner, but gave a poor blowjob. It really didn't matter because I was interested in her asshole. When I had earlier pushed a finger into her rose, it easily slid in. As she sat on my face, I licked her slit. I wet my fingers and circled her butt hole. Every time I put pressure on her back hole, she groaned and her mouth vibrated around my dick, causing an incredible feeling. Her next orgasm started as I pushed two fingers into her bowels and roughly lapped at her clit. She pulled her mouth off my dick and groaned into the night air. When she resumed her blowjob, it was little more than holding my dick between her lips. I worked two fingers deep into Carol's asshole and noticed when she started meeting my thrusts. She pushed harder and her next cum hit incredibly fast and hard. She held still and her entire body vibrated. When her orgasm finally ended, my dick popped from her mouth. Carol eased off me and rolled onto her back. "Oh my God. This gets more incredible by the minute." I worked my way around and was kneeling between the prone woman's legs. "You like it in the ass. Don't you?" The question caught her off guard. Carol nodded and said, "Yes . . . but . . ." "Tell me." "It's been a while Christopher. Plus . . . your dick is bigger . . . by far, than anything . . . that's been in my ass." She shyly continued, "Even my biggest toy." I may have been bigger, but I slid in with surprising ease. I had pushed her legs over her head and pinned them on the dock, by her ears. Her ass cheeks were spread and I could make out the wet entrance of her asshole. "Guide me in, Carol." She placed me at her rear entrance and wedged me against her pucker. When her rose split open, Carol grunted and squeezed her eyes shut. I was in. "Relax Carol. Relax and breathe." When her face relaxed, I increased the pressure and slid another inch in. We continued the slow process until half my dick was embedded. Carol continued a relaxed breathing, but looked at me with urgency. "Fuck me, Christopher. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and cum in my ass." That's what I did. I banged her tight, rarely used asshole. Slowly, over time, more of my dick slid in. When I finally yelled out and pumped my jizz into her tunnel, I had most of my tool embedded in her. With nearly perfect timing, as I pulled from Carol's ass, we heard, "Carol . . . Carol . . . where are you?" "Shit," she mumbled in a whisper. "It's my Mom." We watched as Sandra walked slowly to the lake. "Listen," I whispered back. "I'll slide off the back of the float and into the water. Call to your Mom. Then swim to shore. Tell her you went skinny dipping." Carol giggled. "Okay, lover." She leaned in and for the first time, she initiated a kiss. She then said, "I hope she doesn't look too closely, because my pussy and ass feel wide open!" I returned her laugh and as her Mom yelled her name again, I slid off the back of the float. "I'm out here Mom! I'll swim back." Carol dove into the water and I watched as she swam to shore. I heard some talking and more laughing and watched as Sandra turned her back as Carol climbed from the lake. It took a minute for her to dress and the two women walked back to their vacation home. Thursday morning, I had just returned from my run to the gym. I was covered with sweat and going to change my shirt, when I heard an unexpected knock on the front door. I back-tracked to the door and saw Carol standing on the other side of the screen. I waved and yelled, "Come on in." After entering the house, she said, "The official reason I'm here is to borrow some coffee." I raised an eyebrow and responded, "And the unofficial reason?" "To thank you and apologize." "Your welcome. Apologize for what?" "I gave you an awful blowjob and want to make it up to you." The fact that I was dripping sweat didn't bother Carol. She knelt in front of me, pulled my soaked gym shorts and jock to the floor and gulped down my flaccid cock. Her actions happened so quickly, that I hadn't had time to get hard. But that changed fast. As I grew and expanded, Carol could fit less and less into her mouth. When I finally gained a full erection, she pulled her mouth off me and looked up. "I only have a few minutes, so this is going to be fast." As her mouth slid down my rod, her right hand reached around and found my asshole. As a finger pressed through my sphincter, her left reached for my balls and she started a gentle massage. I pride myself on my ability to hold off orgasm, but I loved Carol's efforts. I let myself go and in a few short minutes started pumping cum down her throat. After sucking me dry, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood. "I need some coffee," she said with a wide smile. I handed her the remainder of a bag of Starbucks best. Before leaving, she took a gulp from my coffee mug, swirled it around her mouth and swallowed. "I know I'm a slut, but I don't need my husband smelling your cum on my breath." I walked Carol to the door. She called over her shoulder that she and her family would be going on long day trips. She doubted she'd see me until Saturday. With a wave over her shoulder, she walked to her cottage. True to her word, my neighbors were gone for the rest of Thursday and Friday. I was having an end of the week beer, after the close of the market on Friday and deciding how to spend my evening. I was sitting on my porch and heard my front door slam shut. A moment later, Sandra was standing behind the screen of my sliding door. Before I could greet her, she pulled her blouse from the waist of her shorts and over her head. She was braless and her small, still perky tits stood straight out. With the same quick effort, she dropped her shorts to the floor. "I want you to treat me like a slut. Exactly like you did to Carol." was what Sandra said, before turning and walking to my bedroom. As I followed Sandra's swaying ass, I decided to pay much more attention to the weekly allotment of new British pussy.