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Gentle On My Mind

By: wellard94



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STANDARD DISCLAIMER

Although there are elements of fact, the following should be regarded as a piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. 

It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached.

Copyright (C) 2012 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.

Gentle on My Mind

Chapter One

"I have to tell you something!"

Strolling through my local park, gently humming to myself, I didn't realise that I was being addressed.

"I have to tell you something!" More insistent this time.

I stopped humming and paused in my stride. Naturally any bloke hearing this particular line checks his flies! Mine seemed OK, so it wasn't a zip malfunction. I turned and saw a slim woman behind me. She was staring hard at me and repeated "I have to tell you something!" She stopped a few feet from me, still holding my quizzical gaze with great intensity. I began to be nervous and looked all around; maybe this woman might not be quite balanced. On this cool cloudy morning there was no-one nearby. I turned back and smiled, hiding my misgivings.

"Do I know you?" I enquired.

"No, I don't think so. That's why I want to tell you," the woman was less intense now that she had my attention. Her blue eyes held mine steadily.

I looked around. "Look, there's an empty seat. Why don't we sit down," I suggested. She nodded and, keeping close, followed me the few steps to the cold metal bench. I sat at one end, she at the other pulling her long grey coat around her narrow shoulders. I leaned back against the uncomfortable rails and waited, raising one eyebrow inquisitively.

The woman smiled nervously. She immediately seemed like a different person, not so intimidating or scary. Her coat had a soft lavender sheen which lightened the underlying grey colour. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, preparing herself to speak. Eventually she said "I need to tell someone . . "

I wondered if she had left a dead body in her bedroom but waited apprehensively until she could find the words.

"I saw you and thought I could tell you," she started. As I waited patiently I reckoned her age as probably nearing forty and she looked much too thin for her own good. 

"You look a bit like my father," she murmured looking away. "He died years ago but he was just like you." She returned her eyes to mine, intense again. "Were you in the army?"

I nodded, still waiting for the great statement she seemed determined for me to hear.

"I would have talked to Daddy," she looked sad and I thought she might start with the waterworks. She steeled herself and looked hard into my eyes again. "I . . I have . ." she took another deep breath, raised her chin defiantly and blurted "I have never had an orgasm!" almost shouting as it finally came out.

I raised both eyebrows. "Oh," I responded feebly, "that's a shame!" Furtively I looked around, almost expecting a candid camera or some sly observer witnessing a set-up.

She kept her gaze on me, leaning towards me expectantly. She appeared unfazed by what she had told me or my unhelpful response, indeed her brow was now less furrowed. As she was clearly waiting for more I tried to compose my thoughts. The sun edged around a cloud and the lavender colour of her coat turned almost blue. That was fascinating but didn't help to clear my dismal thought processes.

"Well," I began, searching for something more helpful to say. "I believe that many women don't actually enjoy a full orgasm, or so I've read somewhere . . "

Still she said nothing and continued holding her eyes on mine. Clearly she wanted more than this; I wondered how to play it. I think I now had some idea why she picked an older man who she didn't know. It didn't really matter what I thought, I was nothing to her and vice versa. I decided to play along, it might be interesting but I then realised that I actually wanted to help her.

"OK, sorry about my feeble reaction," I shrugged my meagre apology. She returned my smile and nodded for me to continue. "I guess I would need to ask some personal questions. Will that be OK?"

She nodded, no hesitation, in fact she looked more relaxed than she had since I first saw her. The shoulders were no longer hunched, her face less stressed.

"Are you married?" She shook her head.

"In a relationship?" Another negative.

"How long since you last . . er . . you know . .?" I stammered.

She smiled and reached for my hand. It almost felt as though I was the one being counselled!

"It's OK," she said. "Really it's OK, ask anything, I promise I'll tell the truth."

That sounded a bit heavy, almost courtroom theatrical, but it emphasised in my mind that she wanted to open up. I checked around again for the candid camera team before continuing. "Are you sure you want to talk here?" 

She nodded. I noticed her hair, it hardly moved. It hung limply, dusky blond but quite unremarkable, straight, lank and seemed to be desperate for TLC, rather like its owner.

"I was trying to ask . . when you er last had sex," I got the words out and managed to hold her steady gaze. She still held my hand and gave it a squeeze as she nodded again.

"Six months ago, but it really doesn't count." Her eyes dropped as she spoke and she released my hand, drawing hers back to clutch the other hand in her lap. I stayed quiet as she was apparently going to continue.

"My husband died eighteen months ago." Her eyes were brimming, I moved closer and put an arm around her. She went rigid for a moment then relaxed against my arm. "Sorry," she mumbled. "My husband had cancer; in fact we both had cancer." She held off her tears and continued. "He lost the battle; I seem to have been spared." She slumped, and then took a couple of deep breaths before starting again. "Six months ago, just over a year after George died, his brother Tony decided I needed comforting. Tony's wife was away on a training course and I think he considered me an easy target." Another pause, more deep breathing. She looked up into my face, she epitomised sadness. I drew her head gently against my shoulder.

"You don't have to put yourself through this," I started. She cut me off immediately pushing against my chest but staying close.

"Yes I do," she hissed. "I need to talk about it all and I want you to listen, to hear, to help me . ." She slumped against me again. I held her without speaking. After a few minutes she straightened and smiled.

"Sorry about that, it's been bottled up for too long. Thank you for staying with me so far, you must think I'm crackers!" She smiled weakly and I returned it, trying to look re-assuring.

"Tony really is a brute, he knew how vulnerable I was, he's twice my size and I was too exhausted to do more than . ." Her face set hard as she reflected on the event. "He raped me and said if I ever told anyone he would kill me. I didn't leave the house for a week. I showered almost every half hour, didn't sleep, wouldn't eat properly and contemplated taking too many sleeping pills. I couldn't even get that right, there were only two left in the bottle!"

She leaned back and searched my face. "I've never told anyone about it till now." Without realising what I was doing my hand reached up to her face and gently caressed away the tears. 

"Do you want to stop now?" I whispered.

"No!" She retorted firmly, determination almost sparking from her eyes. "Now I've started I want to keep going. What about you? I'm dumping all my grief on you and I don't even know your name!" 

"Names don't matter at this time. Go ahead when you are ready to continue. Is it OK to hold you like this?" I asked.

"Yes, thanks -- it's actually quite comforting." She sighed deeply and looked up with a feeble smile. "I'm ready if you are."

She straightened her back. "I thought about why Tony did it. Was it just to get his pleasure? Was it a control thing? He would never have done that when George was alive, George would have killed him even though Tony was bigger." She sighed again and glanced up to see that I was listening. "It got me to thinking about my experience of sex. I had only ever been with George, you know, all the way. I think George was very considerate but I never really enjoyed 'it'. I was just happy to make George satisfied. We rarely saw each other naked, usually by accident -- is that strange?"

She looked up into my face waiting for an answer. "Well it seems a little er Victorian to me," I started. "Adoring a lover's body and feeling one's own body being looked at and explored is one of the pleasures of making love."

"Yes," she nodded. "I think I can appreciate that. I wonder why we never did that?" She straightened again. "Anyway it seemed to me that I should have enjoyed the experience a little more. I started looking in magazines and realised that many ordinary women have lots of orgasms; that just frustrated me more. I wanted to talk to someone but everyone I could think of was too close and would judge me. That's when I thought I would talk to a stranger. I've been plucking up courage for weeks, today I actually did it! What was that tune you were humming?"

"You certainly did!" I responded. "The tune? Well, it was 'Gentle on My Mind' it often seems right for the mood of this friendly park." I smiled and continued "Luckily I've nothing special planned for the day so this has been a most unusual interlude for me. But what to do to help with your problem . . as you aren't in a relationship it makes things more tricky!" We both fell quiet.

"Do you personally have a problem with nudity?" I asked bluntly.

"I'm not sure," she said. "I usually avoid the possibility I suppose. So maybe I do have an issue with being naked with someone else. Now you mention it I'm not too thrilled at being naked on my own either." She stopped and looked at me. "I can't believe I'm actually talking about this with anyone!"

"OK," I said, "I think you seem to trust me enough to move forward." She nodded so I carried on "Your coat is covering you almost completely, can you open it?" She nodded and reached for the buttons. "No, you stand in front of me and let me watch you open it. Be fully aware that I am looking at your body while you do it, OK?"

Without a word she stood squarely in front of me, in between my outstretched legs but not quite touching me. Keeping her eyes on mine she slowly unbuttoned the coat like a nervous trainee stripper! This seemed like quite a big ordeal for her, even though she was fully dressed below the coat. As the last button was anxiously unfastened she drew the coat slowly open wide, biting her lower lip as she revealed herself. She posed with one foot slightly in front of the other. I kept quiet but smiled and nodded my appreciation so she hammed it up further by pushing her coat back, placing her hands on her hips and rocking one hip slowly down and up. She even raised a half smile.

I pretended to applaud so she played further to the 'audience' by giving a twirl. Unfortunately this was where her feet and mine tried to occupy the same space. She lost balance and fell backwards while was facing away. She landed in my lap, her head just missing my face as I dodged sideways. As I tried to support her fall one arm went around her and I ended up cupping a small warm breast in my hand.

"Sorry . ." she started, then "Oh . ."

I didn't move. She hadn't pulled my hand away and her breast did feel so nice under her sweater. "Are you OK," I whispered as her head was still next to mine.

"Yes, I'm fine. Sorry, I tripped and landed on you." Still she didn't move my hand; in fact she closed her coat over it. I gently squeezed her breast, even through her clothes I thought I could feel the erect nipple nudging into my palm. Still she didn't stop me; in fact she seemed to settle more comfortably into my lap. That gave me another problem! The pleasure of holding her breast along with a hot bottom pressed into my groin was causing my sleeping cock to get interested in proceedings! I caressed her breast then gently started to squeeze her nipple. I could hear her breathing quicken and it felt as though she was pressing her bottom harder into my now full erection through several layers of material.

"I seem to be taking advantage of your predicament," I whispered, still caressing and squeezing.

"Yes," she replied. "I should move." But she didn't! Her hands tightened the coat concealing my errant fingers. She said it again, "I should move." However her only movement was to shift her bottom backwards and forwards across my cock. I guessed she could feel it through her coat and her clothes. I moved my other hand to her knee, expecting the stop sign to go up straight away. The only signal I got was that her knees parted a little, inviting my hand further.

As I eased my hand between her nylon clad legs under her coat and skirt I whispered "Are you wearing tights?"

She giggled, squeezed my hand with her thighs and replied "That's for me to know and you to find out!" She was breathing harder, my attention on her breast and under her skirt was apparently arousing her passion. I wondered why she had problems reaching a climax.

Then I found out. "Bugger!" I muttered fiercely, "I hate tights!"

She giggled and stood up, none too steadily. I reached to support her. "Enough already," she said. "Let me sit down and clear my head."

I decided to push my luck and play along. "I really enjoyed holding your breast, I'd like to see them."

She laughed. "You were lucky there, you don't know how lucky!"

"I certainly know that was a lucky catch, one perfect peach of a breast. I could feel your nipple. I'd love to see you naked." I used direct language deliberately and it actually seemed to awaken a response.

She blushed. "Stop, you dirty old man. Maybe I shouldn't have picked you after all," she joked with a broad smile. "When I said you were lucky it was because I only have one breast and you found it. I enjoyed your touch. It was very pleasant and maybe one day I might be brave enough to let you see it."

"Your cancer -- you had a mastectomy?"

She nodded and grimaced. "Yes, it stopped the disease, for which I am most grateful but left me lop-sided and dreading moments like this."

"I would still like to see them -- it. Let me be the first to see you naked!" I looked her in the eye hoping for some encouragement.

"Hey, stranger, this is all going a bit too fast. I don't know you, you don't know me. This has been an unusual experience for both of us and I think we both ended up enjoying it!" She grinned. "Maybe I'll see you here tomorrow. We can talk some more about my problem if you don't mind?"

I nodded. "On one condition," I tried to look serious; she looked worried. "Tomorrow, if you come, no tights! Stockings would be nice, but definitely no tights!" 

She laughed "I'm not sure about that. Do you think you might get lucky again?"

"I think we both got lucky, don't you?"

"Yes, maybe you're right. I did enjoy the whole encounter; you have eased some gloomy clouds away and given me something to look forward to." She smiled, leaned closer and kissed my cheek. "Thank you for listening. Same time, same place!"

I watched her walk away. Well, I had nothing planned for tomorrow so why not!

Working in my garden that afternoon I thought about my unexpected morning encounter and found myself getting a hard-on as I recalled the pleasure at holding her breast and feeling her bony bottom on my lap. I shook my head and concentrated on pruning.

During the evening I thought about her again and came to a decision.

The morning was bright and clear, warmer than the previous day. The park had more people enjoying the sunshine. 

I saw her approaching, wearing her long grey coat buttoned up just like yesterday. In fact without the coat I might not have recognised her! Her hair was different, shiny, bouncy and curly. Her step was more assured and her eyes sparkled. I smiled, she smiled. My estimation of her age dropped by five years! I wondered how the greeting would/should go. She just reached up and pecked my cheek, good start!

Without a word she took my hand and we started walking towards the seat. It was unoccupied so we sat, rather like yesterday but she was half-turned towards me so I did the same. 

"Yesterday," she said, holding my gaze. "Yesterday gave me something to think about. I was grateful for that stimulation." She paused looking almost grave. "I surprised you with my approach and strange announcement, but you surprised me by caring." She smiled warmly. "Thank you for that but I'm not sure where to take the conversation today, have you any ideas?"

"I can't say I'm an expert on why some women might suffer the problem you have so maybe we try to focus on that to begin, OK?" I looked up to see her nod. Her freshly-groomed hair bounced, her encouraging smile almost cheeky.

"When you made love with your husband did you initiate any of the sex?" I thought she might be surprised by my dropping straight into the heart of the matter but no, she responded without hesitation.

"I think it was always George. I might have been a bit affectionate on occasions but that was never allowed to lead to anything serious. It seemed as though he felt he had to be in control of that aspect. He preferred a regular schedule; always in bed, each time in the dark. I didn't mind, I was always a shy girl. There was never anything spontaneous like with you yesterday; I know we didn't actually have sex but you know what I mean, don't you?"

"Sure. But those spontaneous times can be quite wonderful, I'm sorry you missed out on them." I paused, then smiled. "I remember a teacher when I was in primary school. He often emphasised the fact that life gives opportunities which may be brief and, if not taken, will be lost forever. I don't think I actually understood at the time, but when I had moved on to my next school his words echoed in my mind and I started to watch out for 'opportunities'. I then realised that if an unexpected opportunity presented itself the time to think about it before it 'vanished' could be incredibly brief."

She was watching me as I continued. "Take yesterday for example. When you approached and spoke to me I could have walked on, ignored you and not stopped. But at my age any opportunity to meet someone new, different and interesting is an important one, so I took it. Later when you fell, fate placed my hand on your breast. I could have let go immediately hoping you hadn't noticed but the opportunity was too tempting. Again, at my age, the chance of holding and caressing soft female flesh doesn't occur too often!"

She smiled as she listened. "It may be that your sexual encounters with George became so predictable that they became mundane. You were probably thinking about the next day's shopping and what to do about weeds in the flower beds rather than enjoying your copulation."

Her face was flushed. "Yes," she said. "You must have been there! It was just like that. I would get into bed, remember it was Friday night, kick off my knickers and pull up my nightdress. George would make some noises which signalled he was ready. He would climb over me, pull my legs wide apart, jab into me, jerk away for a few minutes, groan and fall off without saying a word, snoring almost immediately." She looked tearful so I moved closer. "It's OK," she said. "Maybe I could have become more involved, made him slow down, try new things but we just got into a rut. Maybe everyone does, what do you think?"

I smiled and nodded "You are probably right. That pattern, the predictability gives many people comfort but it can also lead to complacency. It also closes off opportunities for experimentation." I sighed in sadness for her missing out on so much fun and pleasure.


Gentle On My Mind Ch. 02



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STANDARD DISCLAIMER

Although there are elements of fact, the following should be regarded as a piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. 

It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached.

Copyright (C) 2012 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.

Chapter Two

Sunshine streaming through the window confused me; it didn't do that in my cottage! Then as I got my bearings and I remembered where I was and whose bed I was sprawled across, naked. Sadly I was alone. The delicious fragrance of bacon cooking downstairs gave me strength to open my eyes and contemplate moving. A good pee and a hot shower later and I was back close to life again, but I needed a shave! With a towel wrapped around my waist I headed downstairs.

"Hello sleepyhead!" rang a happy voice from the kitchen. "I hope you're as hungry as me." Sarah stood in front of the cooker, her short pink cotton robe just reaching below the cheeks of her bottom.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind as she moved eggs, bacon, tomatoes and fried bread in the pan. As I kissed her neck she shivered. "Less of that Mister, we need fortifying before we start again!" I kissed her neck again, patted her bottom and moved to the table.

"It smells delicious, what are you going to have?" I joked. A damp tea-cloth suddenly wrapped itself around my head.

"This might all be for me," Sarah jested. "But I could just share a little with you if you promise to behave!" She was already dishing onto two large plates.

She sat alongside but not too close to cramp elbow room as we tucked into a very welcome breakfast. After the initial pangs of hunger were quelled she spoke first. "Last night was amazing Jack. In fact yesterday was the best day of my whole life and I know it's all your fault!"

"That's the trouble with being so young; perhaps you haven't had time to enjoy the wicked side of life!" I mumbled in between bites of tomato and bacon.

"I guess you didn't do at all badly for an old man but are you ready for round two?" She asked, still munching toast and wiping the crumbs from around her lips with her little finger.

"You took advantage of me yesterday," I said, wiping my plate clean with a piece of toast. "You sucked an extra ration out of my poor old cock! I might need more time for a re-fill."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot the coffee." Sarah carried her empty plate to the sink and returned with the percolator. "I hope it's not over-done, er the coffee, not your supply!" she murmured putting two mugs onto the table. "Black or white Jack?"

"With milk for me please, no sugar." I pushed my empty plate away. "That was delicious, thank you lover."

"Lover; I like that!" Sarah smiled. "I have to say that I loved every minute of yesterday. Maybe I have a couple of slightly sore places, but then perhaps you might kiss them better?"

I drank half of my coffee. "That's just what I needed." I turned to face her. She followed suit but she opened her knees around mine baring her thighs and pussy. I raised an eyebrow. "Great view from the breakfast table!"

She widened her legs and eased her bottom forwards. "You haven't finished your breakfast yet old man!" she purred with a sly smile.

They say 'a nod's as good as a wink to a blind man' so I found myself on my knees kissing the lilywhite flesh of her open thighs. However, kitchen chairs are not great for cunnilingus! I dropped my towel, slipped my arms under her thighs and heaved her light frame onto my chest. Luckily the settee was not far. I laid her gently down and tugged the belt of her robe undone. Her nipple was hard and eager, I couldn't resist sucking it. Down below my frisky old man was demonstrating his interest by nudging paradise with some eagerness!

I kissed down her body until I found her cool white thighs again; they smelled of soap from her shower. I looked up, she was watching with a quiet smile, her hand gently holding her breast. I kissed my way down her thigh, then slowly lifted her leg to kiss behind her knee. Above me I heard a gasp. Her head was rolling her head back and she was biting her lip. I slowly kissed the underside of her thigh. Sarah was trying to close her legs but I held the 'spare' away from the action. In this position my kisses lead directly to her anus. 

My tongue poked briefly into the tight hole; she gasped and tried to close her legs again. I held tight and nudged again, lodging my tongue just inside. Sarah moaned but seemed now to be pushing her backside into my face. Taking that as approval I did my best to lick as far in as my tongue could reach. Sarah moaned and held my head. All I could manage was a random poking with my tiring tongue. I let go her thigh and bringing my hand to her pussy slid a finger into her tight wet cunt. Then I quickly swapped the wet finger for my tongue. My finger slid sweetly into her arse and my tongue latched onto her clitoris. Sarah's body went rigid as she screamed to her first gasping orgasm of the day. She jerked and writhed into my face then slumped back onto the settee with a great sigh. 

After a few moments she murmured "Bloody hell Jack, I give you breakfast and you try to kill me! That was fucking marvellous; I climaxed so hard, so deep, so spectacularly. I can't describe the exquisite feeling. Sensations ran prickling right through my whole body and exploded in my belly." She pushed my head away. "Let me come back to earth. Please go and do something constructive like having a shave or washing up and leave a poor ravaged maiden to find her equilibrium!"

"Tender maiden, it is written in the ancient texts that any girl who can use a five-syllable word after a shuddering climax must be obeyed immediately." I joked, closing her legs, kissing her knees and getting up. My quivering erection caught her attention. She raised a hand weakly towards my cock, then dropped it back. "Let's save that as a reward for doing the dishes" she murmured.

As a protection for my naked delicate region I wrapped the bath towel around my middle again and started gathering dishes. Naked and staggering slightly Sarah found the stairs and slowly went up to the bathroom.

Concentrating on work soon sent my rampant dick into slumber mode. Just as I had stacked everything and finished wiping down the surfaces Sarah came downstairs again. She looked radiant in a bright yellow cotton dress. "Can we go to your house Jack? Is it far?"

"Not far, we can walk it easily in about fifteen or twenty minutes. That OK?"

"Great, that sounds perfect, I could use some exercise -- too much lying around is not healthy you know!" She giggled, spinning round to flare out the dress. There was nothing beneath it!

My cock was interested but luckily, wrapped in the towel, the growing erection didn't show. Heading reluctantly for the stairs I called "I'll go and find a pair of trousers and a shirt or whatever."

There was not much in the wardrobe. I was clearly smaller and slimmer than George had been but I found a pair of jeans that looked hardly worn. They were a good size smaller than the rest so were maybe bought by mistake. The jeans were still a bit loose on me but the belt held them up. I ignored the shirts as they looked more like tents! There were some t-shirts in a neat stack. Size didn't matter so much with them so I slipped on the pale blue one. I had just pulled it over my head when I heard the doorbell. Standing still by the door, I listened, hoping Sarah would be able to send the visitor away quickly.

Sarah's voice rang harshly through the house "What are you doing here?"

A man replied "I thought you might be lonely so I came to keep you company." He laughed and I heard Sarah shriek.

"Get away Tony. I don't want you here. Get out!"

The sound of Sarah's scream and material tearing were enough to get me moving. As I stumbled hurriedly down the stairs I saw Sarah cowering in a corner of the hall holding her torn dress against her otherwise naked body. A large burly man was laughing swinging a piece of the yellow material. I guessed this was the brother from hell.

"The lady asked you to leave" I stated assertively as I reached the foot of the stairs.

"Hey, what's this? Who's this old fart, then?" laughed Tony as he turned to face me. "I think you should be the one to leave, this is a private matter. Go on, clear off you old git." His voice was confident and bullying. "Get out now before I throw you out in painful pieces." He took a small threatening step towards me.

Suddenly my head cleared and an icy calm concentration filled me. The hallway was narrow, no room for escape. He lumbered another step closer his left arm reaching for me. I stayed just out of reach but I could sense his next move as he shifted his weight onto his front foot and his right fist started its long journey towards my head. I moved inside the arc of his arm. With my own forward momentum and all my strength I drove my right fist balled so that my middle knuckles formed an arrowhead into the point just below where his ribs joined. I gave that punch everything, my shoulder and my whole weight drove forward into his chest.

Almost in slow motion I watched my fist disappear, driving his shirt inside his chest. His skin stretched around my hand. I pulled back taking half a turn to my right then swung back hard, slamming my left forearm across his throat. Before he had time to react I smashed my bare right heel down hard onto his right instep and stepped away watching him carefully.

Tony stood, rocking as he held both walls with his weakly extended arms. He was gasping for breath. Tears were pouring down his cheeks as his mouth flapped open and closed. I stepped forward and saw him wince in expectation as he rocked backwards. I flicked his buckle open and pulled the belt free of his trousers. He couldn't react, he seemed almost grateful that no further pain had been inflicted. I pushed his trousers and underpants down his legs. As he tried to turn away from me his feet tangled in the trousers around his ankles and he started to fall away from me. I kicked hard behind his knees so that he crumpled into a kneeling position, his forehead thumped hard down on the stone floor. He found enough breath to groan.

Now I could see Sarah, still crouching with the remnants of her dress trying to hide her nakedness. Her eyes met mine. I smiled and pretended to wipe the sweat off my brow. With some apprehension she slowly rose, hiding herself from Tony with the dress and ran up the stairs sobbing. I couldn't help admiring her pert bottom as it jiggled behind her.

Tony's moaning brought my attention back to the battleground. I wrapped the buckle belt around his left bicep and pulled his arm behind his back. I looped the free end around his right arm and lopped it round just above the elbow. Once the belt was cinched tight I pulled off his shoes and extracted the laces. Luckily they were long enough for my purposes. I tied a slip knot in one end and dropped the loop over his left thumb pulling it tight and adding a lock knot like a butcher. I pulled the free end of the lace under Tony's drooping belly and tied it tight around his other thumb so that his hands were now tight against his sides.

Another slip knot in the other lace went round his balls with the other end I tied tight around his left wrist. I reckoned he wasn't likely to go anywhere in a hurry so I went up to see to Sarah.

The bedroom door was closed. I knocked lightly and called "It's me Sarah, Jack. Can I come in?" I heard movement and the door unlocking. I turned the handle and eased the door open. Sarah clutched at my chest sobbing. I wrapped my arms around her and tried soothing words. She was inconsolable. I moved to the bed and sat down with her on my knee and again held her close. I stroked her hair and began to softly sing "Gentle on My Mind" as slowly as I did last night.

Gradually Sarah became quiet and her grip was less fierce. I had just sung the line 'And some other woman's crying to her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone' when she pushed away and asked

"Jack, is there another woman? For you I mean. I've been so selfish I didn't even ask!"

"No Sarah, no-one else for ages. You've nothing to worry about, I'm all yours."

"Thank you Jack, sorry I stopped your lovely song. What about Tony? What should we do? Should we call the police?"

"That's up to you Sarah. If we call them the whole thing gets taken over. He gets a sharp lawyer and you end up being publicly blamed for everything." Did the strictly law-abiding Jack Wellard really just say that?

She looked at me. "So what can we do?"

"Just about anything you like, he's trussed up like a Christmas turkey at the moment. Shall we go and check?" I said; standing and putting Sarah on her feet. "Get some clothes on and come down."

I could see that Tony hadn't moved. He was breathing, actually sobbing; his head still on the floor. His bare backside waved towards the kitchen.

"Who are you? What the fuck have you done to me?" He slurred.

"You raped Sarah. You came back to do it again." I stated close to his ear.

"The bitch is lying. She wanted it, she loved it. I know she wanted it again." He spluttered into the floor. I hadn't realised that Sarah was now standing behind me and had heard every word.

"The lying bastard. The evil lying fucking bastard, I'll cut off his filthy cock and stuff it up his arse, see how he likes it!" Sarah stomped to the kitchen. I hurried after her and wrapped my arms around her from behind before she reached the knife drawer.

"Ssssshh" I whispered. "Don't get the knife, bring the old garden besom, the one like a witch's broomstick. I saw it outside when I parked my bike." I let her go. Fortunately she obeyed.

I picked up the largest carving knife and returned to Tony. Kneeling alongside him I warned fiercely "Time to repent old son! So, before she carves off your little treasure have you anything to say that might change her mind?"

Tony wriggled and caused himself more pain. "No, fuck off whoever you are! She'll never do it." He mumbled defiantly.

I moved close to his ear again. "She may not, but you've seen what I can do. Ready to change that bad attitude before it's too late?" I grabbed a handful of his hair and lifted his head showing him the large blade. I tapped it on the floor so he could hear the steely ring of its long blade. "Maybe we should invite your wife and see whether she agrees with you or with Sarah?"

He started sobbing "No, please no. Don't bring her into it."

Sarah, listening to all this picked up the phone. She held to Tony's ear so he could hear the dialling tone. "Are you going to invite June or shall I do it?" she asked venomously.

"No, no, no," was the anguished reply from the floor.

I waved Sarah into the kitchen then said to Tony "We're going to have a coffee. We'll see what you want when we come back."

I closed the kitchen door firmly. Sarah already had the kettle on and was busy arranging cups as I gently wrapped my arms around from behind. She leaned back against me. "I'm sorry about this Jack. Just think . . if you hadn't been here . ." she shuddered and I held her closer.

"Sshsh, it's OK Sarah. I am here and I'm not leaving. Let's have this coffee and think how to deal with this idiot."

Sarah turned in my arms, stretched up and kissed my cheek. "Thank you Jack. That's all I seem to say isn't it? You brought me back to life yesterday and you really saved it again today. Thank you so much." Her shoulders dropped and she looking forlorn. Then she pulled herself together, smiled weakly and got busy with the coffee making.

I actually enjoyed the coffee and the home-made fruit cake. Sarah also seemed more composed as we sat hip to hip looking out of the window.

"What's your sister like?" I enquired.

"June? She's great. A little older than me, late 30's early 40's I guess. Very stylish, a bit taller than me with more flesh. Just different class really, not a bit like him." She nodded her head towards the door. After a brief pause she continued "I get on really well with her when he's not around. I haven't seen her for ages, I don't think he likes June to see me, maybe because of the first rape. Perhaps he's afraid I'll let something slip." She sipped her coffee, holding her hands around the mug. "Do you really think should we call her?"

I took her hand, warm from the hot cup. "She probably has more loyalty to Tony and might naturally take his side so that may not actually be a good plan just yet However, Tony does seem scared of her finding out so we can keep pretending even though we may not actually call her."

Sarah picked up the empty cups and plates and took them to the sink. She came back and stood next to me as I sat on the kitchen chair. I wrapped an arm around waist as she kissed the top of my head. "Thank you Jack. God, if you hadn't been here . ." she shuddered.

"Hey, don't think about it," I said as I nuzzled my face into her breast. Her hand pulled me closer. I dropped the arm I held behind her and lifted her skirt, sliding my hand all the way to her bottom. My fingers slid under the elastic of her panties and caressed her cheeks.

"Jack!" Her abrupt tone caused me to think she was about to tell me to stop. "Jack, I know this may sound rather bizarre but I feel incredibly horny! Can you believe that?" She pulled my face away from her breast, looked into my eager eyes, then lifted her dress and pressed my face to her panty-clad groin. "Take them off Jack. Please get those fucking knickers off and lick my aching cunt!" Such language, so demanding, what excitement!

The panties dropped in a micro-second. I pushed her back onto the table as I sat between her open legs, her feet over my back. My tongue went straight to her juicy lips delving deep, lapping hard. She pushed her pussy hard against me, opening her thighs to give me maximum access. I couldn't take much more; my jaw was aching as also were my balls! I opened my borrowed jeans pulled out my cock stood up and inserted it in what I would like to describe as one fluid movement. In truth there a fair amount of fumbling but the result was the same -- my stiff penis was embedded deep into Sarah's pussy!

I held it as steadily as possible while Sarah writhed and bucked through her vivid orgasm. I kept old cocky deep inside as she recovered; kissing and caressing her legs which were still extended to my shoulders. 

Gradually I felt her inner muscles activate. It was delightful just standing there being internally sucked off by this delicious pussy! Sarah seemed to enjoy it too as she became even more excited and less controlled. Eventually she cried out "Just fuck me Jack, ah, ah, ah." She seemed eager to let Tony know what was going on as she gasped loudly to every thrust I made.

"More, further, harder Jack! I'm coming and I want your spunk right up my belly!" She exalted me to find deeper, hotter places. Suddenly, with hardly any warning I erupted much more than usual, more than for some years. I could feel it flowing almost like the old days. Each pulse was excruciating ecstasy. I lifted her bottom off the table to ensure that I filled every part of her.

Sarah was flopped back, completely relaxed. I couldn't bring myself to remove my cock and disturb her bliss so I stayed lodged inside, shrinking delightfully slowly as I regained my breath. Eventually the soft remains of my erection only just about plugged her entrance. I looked up and enjoyed Sarah's beaming smile. "Thank you, Jack, lovely Jack." Her hands came to her crutch, one gently held my flagging member the other capped her pussy. "I'm not letting go of your cock or your sperm. My pussy's never been so full. You must have found this crazy situation exciting too!"




Gentle On My Mind Ch. 02



I stood quietly enjoying the sight, feeling and fragrance of this beautiful woman. "Jack, you've got a very satisfied smile on your face! Are you as happy as me? Silly me, I almost said fulfilled but it might have come out as filled-full as me!" Sarah giggled at her pun and beamed the same satisfied smile I was feeling. I was glowing, she was glowing, I really didn't want this to end.

A loud groaning and shout from the hall broke the spell. "Shit, I'd forgotten about scumball out there!" I said, gloomily closing my zip.

Sarah smiled serenely. "I don't want to see him again. Shut the door. Just get rid of him. I want to drift here on this cloud and let your juices soak into my body."

I tightened my borrowed belt and pulled on the now crumpled tee-shirt. I kissed Sarah's soft lips then opened the door, looking back I saw Sarah on the kitchen table, smiling one hand clasped tightly over her vagina. I closed the door firmly behind me.

Tony's hairy arse greeted me! He was still trussed up and looking distinctly uncomfortable. "I need to piss," he grumbled urgently trying to look round for me. I pulled the trousers and pants off his feet and stuffed them under his groin.

"Carry old chap, don't let me stop you," I suggested pulling a chair round to sit near his head.

"I can't do it here," he grumbled.

"OK, pee or don't pee, your choice. Now, we've decided to let you tell your wife that you raped Sarah and that you came back to do it again. If you agree we'll let you go; if not I'm going to rape you with the garden broom." I dropped it in front of him where he could see the large knobbly handle right in front of his eyes. It was an old-style besom broom with birch twigs wrapped around a trimmed ash shaft.

"You can't do that! It's too big. No, fuck off I'm not telling anybody anything."

I didn't hesitate. I picked up the broom and placed the tip carefully then started pushing and twisting.

"Stop! Stop!" Tony shouted.

"Isn't that what Sarah said? But you didn't stop did you?" I pushed hard and twisted. "You kept going, didn't you?" The end was inside his rectum now, probably hurting like buggery!

"Stop, please stop! I'll do anything." He pleaded.

"Tell me what you will do, now." Another sharp twisting push and he was enduring a knobbly bit. He yelled.

"I'll tell my wife, I promise. I'll apologise to Sarah in front of June. Please stop." Tony sounded appropriately contrite.

I gave the ash handle another twist. "Promise or you get the whole broom next time."

"I will, I will, I promise" he wailed.

Slowly I twisted the broom handle to ease it out. Tony sighed with relief and slumped forward.

"So big man, now you know how it feels to be raped. To be helpless while someone relentlessly screws you without mercy. Was that a hard lesson?"

"I'm sorry, really sorry for what I did to Sarah. I want to make it up to her if that's ever possible." Tony's quavering voice seemed genuine in his admission of guilt.

"When you've talked to your June get her to call Sarah. If we don't get that call we will visit your house later today. Do you understand?"

When he nodded vigorously I started to undo his bonds. Eventually he was free and I was a little apprehensive that he might want revenge for his humiliation. Actually he could hardly move having been cramped up in that position for so long. He clearly still had discomfort in his chest, throat, foot and backside. The garments he retrieved from his groin were soaked in urine. I didn't feel badly about any of that, he had brought it all on himself.

When his bonds were undone I stood back holding the knife behind me, just in case he hadn't had enough. But his demeanour was apologetic, contrite and defeated. I opened the door and watched him stagger slowly to his car, somewhat gingerly! Once the car was gone I locked the door and returned to the kitchen.

Sarah was busily preparing food. "You must be starving," she said with a smile, almost as though nothing had happened.

I sat at the table feeling exhausted. Sarah wrapped her arms around me and cradled my head against her soft breast.

"He's gone now. He says he will tell June and even apologise to you in front of her. Are you OK with that?" I asked tiredly.

"Only if you are there with me Jack. I need you, do you understand?"

"No problem, I'll be there for you." I reassured with a smile.

She stroked my head and suggested "Why not have a shower and freshen up. I can have lunch ready in half an hour so take your time."

"Good idea, I need refreshing after dealing with that scum." I stood, kissed her briefly and went upstairs. I took off my borrowed clothes and lay on the bed to collect my thoughts. The next thing I knew was Sarah gently waking me. It was over an hour later, she was as naked as she held me. I hugged her to me for a few moments.

"Right my lovely, let's start the day again! I'll shower and join you for lunch in the kitchen, OK?" I said brightly.

"No!" Sarah replied, "I'll join you in the shower and we'll take it from there!"

Laughing we headed hand-in-hand for the shower. We soaped and cleaned and resisted the all too tempting possibilities of more sex. Just enjoying the touching and caressing. We carefully dried each other and went downstairs together, naked of course.

Lunch was marvellous. I was really hungry, so was Sarah. It was good to see her eating well; she needed more flesh on her bony frame. After apple pie and ice cream we sat on the sunny terrace with coffee, still naked.

"You have a magic secret Sarah." I said.

"Oh, really what's that?"

"You look more beautiful with every passing minute! Even after the trauma of this morning you look amazing."

"But I did also get a glorious bellyful of your hot spunk to explode the beauty from inside out to my skin. I'm sure it works that way, I feel so much better with a regular injection from Dr Jack!"

"I didn't know that giving medication could be such fun! It's a good job you're my only patient, I'm not sure I would very last long if there was a queue!"

"I want to jump in your lap and hold you Jack, but I get such a buzz from you looking at me that I'm going to wait until I'm completely bursting with the pleasure your adoring eyes fills me with."

She stood nearby, obviously now proud of her body. It glowed with vigour, it emanated sex. It had more beauty and grace than any statue or painting. I realised that I loved her.

Sarah picked up the cups to take them inside then leaned over me for a kiss. As we kissed I gently touched her quivering nipple then caressed her breast and ran my fingers gently down to her pubic hair.

"If you're trying to start my motor Mister, you're pressing all the right buttons. However, we promised to go to your house to get some clothes and a razor so just back up and let's save it for later."

"Yes, let's do that; I can hardly wait though. You have rejuvenated these old bones! Look, even my old cock is well ready for playtime."

"Don't tempt me you wicked old man! You think with one wave of your magic wand I will be yours don't you?"

"It was worth a try. OK, let's go the Chateau Jack young lady."

We dressed; me in the same ill-fitting old togs of George's and Sarah in a fresh flowery frock. Again her quick twirl revealed a pleasing lack of underwear.

"Are you sure you can walk a mile through the countryside without knickers?"

"No, Jack, I'm not sure! I've never tried even walking round the house without them before but it makes me feel so sexy, and anyway, you'll be the only one to know. I can see why Penny in your story did it; maybe we can find a convenient tree too!"

I thought June might have phoned before we left, but no matter my heart was light now with this vibrant woman at my side.

The sun was warm and the walk very pleasant. We only met a few people, all exchanged greetings concerning the weather as always. Approaching my cottage Sarah paused. "Jack this is idyllic! Wow, I fall in love with a man, then fall in love with his cottage!" She stopped, embarrassed. "Sorry Jack I . ."

I wrapped my arms around her. "It's OK this old man loves you too and I'm sure this even older cottage can put up with you!"

"Oh Jack, I love you. I realised last night but couldn't believe it. Today I just knew for sure. I ache for you, I love you so much."

"Come in and consummate the cottage before I do you right here on the front lawn."

As I closed the door and slipped the bolt her dress fell to the floor. "Now Mr Homeowner, this is a once-only offer! Have me on this old wooden floor and I'm yours forever." She sat, then reclined on the hall floor as I rapidly shed her husband's old clothes.

I knelt alongside her, my cock already straining in her direction. She reached out and closed her fingers lightly around it as I tenderly kissed her lips.

"Do you want me to lie down so you can be on top?" I suggested quietly.

"No Jack. I want to feel your old oak floorboards and sense how many other lucky lovers have enjoyed the glories of a true bare board/bare arse shag! So come here now, make me yours and add me to the history of this perfect cottage."

She opened her legs and lifted her knees. I knelt between her thighs and revered the view, hardly daring to believe my luck.

"Stop with the admiring thing and get on with the real home fucking Mister!"

She pulled my dick and swept it into her own special place with a whimpering sigh that spoke volumes.

I knelt between those slender thighs, caressing them, her smooth belly and her darling breast. She manipulated her new-found muscles around my erection, her eyes watching me as I adored her body.

"You truly make me feel so special Jack."

"You are special, really extraordinary. That's why I love you."

Slowly I closed her knees and eased my balls beneath her bottom. Her response was to grip my cock tighter and moan as she crested a mini-climax. I licked the crack between her knees and she moaned again, I kept up the stroking at the same time pressing my penis deeper inside her. Her fluttering clutches on my erection were sending urgent messages to the sperm stokers in my balls. They began loading the charges ready for firing. I pressed her knees apart and began long slow deep thrusts. Each time I bottomed out she moaned "More, more, fuck me more, on your floor."

She thrust back so our meeting was hard and exciting. At each stroke our bodies collided like stars in a distant firmament. Our emotions boiled, my balls were aflame as my final heave sent hot sperm flying into her loins. Again and again she drew my penis deeper. "Give it to me, give it to me, make our beautiful baby."

I lifted her bottom and slipped my knees beneath her. "If that's what you want then let's give these old swimmers a downhill course in the hunt for your egg!"

Sarah giggled. "I love you Jack. I'd love to think I could have your baby but I'm not sure whether the cancer treatment damaged my chances. I'll go and see the doctor if that's OK with you?"

Her body was glistening with perspiration on my oak floor. I could also feel our combined juices seeping from her vagina across my balls and down to the boards. "I think we've consummated this floor Sarah, now how many more can we manage?"

"Jack I'm tickled by that plan. Let's make a schedule - one of your floors, one of mine, maybe an occasional neutral place. I'm getting so horny at the very thought!"

My cock came out with a squelchy plop and a giggling complaint from Sarah. "Who said you could take that out? It's mine and I want to keep it, I want my money back Mister."

"Sadly, there's a no money back clause, you should check the small print. However, it's yours, I promise. I just need to re-charge for some hours it for you."

I lay down alongside her on the floor and cuddled her in my arms.

"Have you ever been pregnant?" I whispered.

"No. We didn't use any protection but somehow we never managed it. I'm only just 34 this year; lots of women don't even start trying until this age."

A distant sound disturbed us.

"My phone's in my bag Jack. Over there, can you reach?"

I passed the leather bag to Sarah. The call tone had stopped by the time she opened the bag. There was a voicemail from June asking Sarah to call back. She looked at me, I nodded and she pressed ring-back and took a deep breath.

"Sarah darling, where are you I tried calling your house. I must see you, I'm devastated about Tony. I'm so sorry. Please can we meet?" Sarah had switched onto speaker and June sounded distressed. "Please Sarah, where are you?"

"Hi June. We are at Jack's house. What has Tony told you?" Sarah asked holding the phone in front of her and looking at me.

"He was in a terrible state when he got home but he told me about . . attacking you six months ago and going to your house again today. I'm so sorry Sarah. I can't believe it. I guess this is why I've hardly seen you for so long. Oh darling can I come and see you?"

We looked at each other naked on the floor and almost bust out laughing.

"Not just now. Best wait till we get home June. Come over at about 4 o'clock, OK?" Sarah had raised an eyebrow to me and I nodded. I looked at my watch, we had plenty of time to get back and tidy up a bit.

"See you then Sarah. I'm sorry, I don't yet know what to say about Tony. He's in bed now feeling very sorry for himself and I can't bear to go near him. I'll be there at four, take care." The line went dead.

"Well, he kept his word. That's a good start I guess," I said, standing up and reaching down to help Sarah rise.

"Thanks," she said, wrapping both arms around my waist. "It will be good to see June. Do you want to be there?"

"Perhaps I should meet her then discretely get on my bike and come home?"

"No Jack. I prefer that we are together for everything now. I love you and I want to share everything, good or bad. Is that alright with you?" She was clinging to me as stood, still naked in the hallway at the foot of the narrow stairs.

"That's OK, I understand. Now let's see about some clothes. Shall we shower?"

"Show me your house first, ending up at the bathroom. We can start framing our 'schedule' then! I love your hall by the way, lovely floor."

"OK, this way to the kitchen, I hope it's tidy."

"Jack this is perfect. Look at the view of your garden, how beautiful. I love it."

"That's good. We've already consummated your kitchen, so maybe mine's next?"

"Mmm, not too sure you could back up that promise just yet old man! Let's see when I've spied out the rest of your lovely cottage. Oh I like this snug lounge Jack, just perfect and what a lovely fireplace for a log fire too. Maybe we'll save this for a winter's night!"

Sarah loved upstairs too especially the bedroom with its garden and Cotswold views. I found my electric shaver and started clearing the stubble from my face while Sarah nosed around. She came back when the noise stopped and ran her fingers across my face. "Oh, that's nice. Does that thing have a trimmer?"

"Yes, just push up here."

"Great. Stand still I'm just going to tidy up this little patch." She knelt in front of me and pulled my scrotum tight then cropped the hairs all over it. When she finished she caressed my balls. "Oh, yes, I like that. Maybe just a little here too."

She pressed my cock to one side and trimmed the hairs close to it. When it was done to her satisfaction she murmured "I'm so looking forward to getting my mouth down there without those stray whiskers. Don't forget the charger for this shaver."

The charger and some clothes went into a backpack. However it seemed natural for us to remain naked as we returned downstairs. There were two steaks in my freezer so we agreed to take those back to Sarah's for this evening's meal. These were carefully wrapped and loaded into to my bag. I collected a basket of fresh vegetables and fruit from the garden while Sarah wandered around smelling flowers and enjoying the ambiance of the garden. It seemed perfectly natural that we were still naked.

In my hall Sarah slipped her dress over her head, fluffed her hair and said, "Come on slowcoach!" I was still pulling up my own fresh jeans. Underwear was not permitted! The colour of my long-sleeved cotton shirt matched Sarah's dress, chosen by guess who? The walk back to Sarah's was uneventful but we enjoyed each other's company as we chatted all the way.

We were tempted when we closed the door behind us, but decided we should stay dressed and not visibly aroused as June was due in less than an hour. We worked at tidying, not that there was much to do. Sarah made up a tea tray. I plumped up cushions, straightened curtains and wiped the hall floor.

The doorbell surprised us. June was 15 minutes early. When the door opened June wrapped herself around Sarah. "I'm so sorry, darling. I am so ashamed of him." June repeated as she hugged and kissed Sarah.

Eventually Sarah extricated herself and drew her sister into the lounge. As Sarah introduced me I thought June was going to hug me too but I kept our contact to a formal handshake until I knew her better.

June and Sarah sat on the settee, knee to knee holding hands as Sarah described what happened on both occasions. June was in tears throughout and it ended up with Sarah comforting June.

As June calmed she asked "Can I stay here tonight? I can't face going back and seeing Tony." She noticed how Sarah looked across at me and saw my shrugged shoulders. "Sarah, I'm sorry! You and Jack are . . That's why you look so amazing. You are almost glowing from inside. How could I suggest . ."

Sarah cut her off. "Of course you can stay June. I have a spare room you can have. Yes, Jack and I are lovers. It's only just started but already Jack has transformed my life. I feel so alive now and definitely less shy about my body." Sarah smiled at me. "We will be in my room, doing whatever comes naturally, I hope that won't be a problem for you?"

June stared at Sarah, then turned to me. "I hope you are treating my sister with the respect she deserves." Her voice serious and threatening. "Sorry Jack," she sighed and lightened up considerably. "I can see that you have something special between you and the transformation in Sarah is fantastic." She shrugged "Maybe if Tony and I had something like that he wouldn't have been so stupid. I can't get over what he did. Maybe I'm part of the problem. We hardly ever have sex." June stopped, her eyes brimming again. "Sorry Sarah."

Sarah smiled. "It's OK. Why don't you freshen up, Jack and I can start supper, then we'll get your room organised, OK?"

June nodded and went off to the bathroom. Sarah smiled at me then opened her legs and lifted her skirt to reveal her nakedness. She stood, straightened her skirt, winked then took my hand. "Come on Jack, I need kitchen staff. Let's see how if we can make two steaks go round three people."

We had started work when June returned. She looked better; fresh make-up, brushed hair and a bright smile. "What can I do to help?" she asked as she breezed in.

While the ladies chattered and beavered away I opened a bottle of red wine and filled three glasses. By the time supper was ready the bottle was empty and another started. We were relaxed in the flickering candlelight as we sat round the kitchen table eating, talking and drinking. As Sarah got up to remove the empty plates she cracked some joke and June wafted a hand to pat on her passing bottom.

"Sarah! Unless I'm very much mistaken there was only one layer of clothing between my hand and your flesh! Is this standard dress around here?" June tried to lift the hem of the dress but Sarah moved away, laughing.

Sarah twirled, showing both of us that she was, indeed, delightfully undressed. She giggled "It has been for a couple of days, June. In fact usually there isn't even that much fabric so this counts as positively decent!"




Gentle On My Mind Ch. 02



"Wonderful" cried June. With a quick bend and flourish a flimsy black garment flew towards Sarah who caught it and threw it to me.

"Keep these safe please Jack, someone might need them to go home in!" she announced as June's black silk panties dropped in my lap.

"Now that's put me off my stroke, what's for afters?" Started Sarah. "Oh yes, I remember . . June, do you know how to make custard?"

"Of course, dear. Why?" she responded.

Sarah smiled. "Just one of Jack's favourite memories coming back to haunt him. Come on, let's do it." She pulled June up, wrapped her arms around her sister and whispered in her ear, winking at me as she did so.

They giggled and danced as they prepared the pudding. All I could do was pour more wine, light more candles and be patient.

It was worth the wait though. Sarah carried a fabulous steamed jam sponge turned upside down on a large platter while June brought a huge jug of steaming yellow custard.

"Yes Jack, I read about that in your story. So what's the routine, do we both have to show you our hidden assets?" Sarah enquired mischievously. June looked a little uncertain.

I got up and took the platter, placed it on the table and accepted the jug of custard to place alongside it. "What you do with your beautiful assets my lovely ladies is entirely up to you. Thank you so much for this delightful surprise though, it's very much appreciated that you made my favourite. Shall I serve?"

"Darling, you can service me any time!" Whispered Sarah, but loud enough for June to hear. June still looked a touch apprehensive but after all she had volunteered to remove her underwear!

I took great care in cutting a slice for Sarah, placing it carefully in the centre of a plate. As I handed her the plate she delicately pulled up her skirt and opened her legs revealing her pussy to me. June could also see, in fact she leaned over to get a better view. I passed the custard jug to Sarah and turned to June. She had recovered her composure and smiled her thanks when I offered her some sponge. Out of the corner of my eye as I cut her slice I could see June edging her skirt higher up her thighs. Never had serving pudding been so erotic!

Giving her plenty of time I accepted the jug back from Sarah then passed it and the plate to June. She smiled politely as she took the plate, her legs widening to reveal her black pubic hair. "That looks delicious" she said.

"It certainly does!" I responded heartily. June didn't close her legs. As she finished pouring the custard she caught the final dribble on her finger and drew it into her mouth looking me in the eye as she sucked off the custard. 

Sarah laughed. "That's the spirit June, enjoy your afters!"

The pudding was great. However, I found it hard to concentrate knowing that if I glanced one way I would see a blond pussy and if my eyes strayed to the other side a dark one was watching me. I wondered how far this might go.

As I finished I sat back and applauded. "Magnificent in all respects, thank you both so much."

"Come on Jack, play the game" said Sarah. "The girls have done the afters; we expect the same service from you for the coffee. Get to it Mister!"

"My pleasure, madam. Now, have you both had enough, shall I clear the plates?"

"Yes to clearing the plates, not so sure about having had enough, we'll let you know later!" Sarah rose and took June's hand, "Come on let's get comfy while Jack sorts the coffee." They moved to the settee.

Not entirely sure how far Sarah wanted this game to go I started the coffee grinder and put on an apron then removed my trousers out of sight of the ladies. The situation had given me the start of an erection, luckily not at the full tenting-out stage yet! I turned out the kitchen light so that the only illumination was the candle light on the table and in the lounge. With the coffee in the pot and cups on a tray I returned to find them sitting close together on the settee, whispering and holding hands. 

"Would madam like anything with the coffee?" I said, trying to look like a butler. 

Both shrieked when they realised what I was wearing and what the apron was hiding. In fact both threw their legs in the air giving me another sighting of their thighs and beyond. That made the tent begin to rise, this resulted in yet more shrieks and wider views.

"Jack, stop it!"

I stepped forward standing in front of them. Handing an espresso to Sarah I asked in my best butler's formal voice "Would madam like cream with her coffee?" She placed her coffee on the table, then glancing wickedly at June lifted one corner of the apron so that she could see beneath but June couldn't. She reached under and caressed my shaved balls delicately.

"Delightful but maybe I'll save that for later, thanks."

I handed June her small cup and saucer. "Would madam like cream with her coffee?" June glanced at Sarah who nodded and smiled.

Putting her coffee down June slowly raised the nearest corner of the apron and gazed at my erection. "I haven't seen a real one of those for ages" she murmured reaching her other hand to softly caress the length of my cock. Still gently holding it with two fingers she said "Maybe just a dash, if that's OK?" She looked at Sarah who again nodded. Sarah even raised the other corner of the apron. All that I could see was two heads disappearing under the flap.

The sensation of soft moist lips closing over the tip of my cock was spectacular in this situation. Fortunately she merely held it momentarily then withdrew, blowing lightly onto the end as she moved away.

They dropped their respective corners leaving my cock trembling, visibly shaking the quivering apron. Sarah caressed June's cheek, her fingers coming to rest on the corner of her sister's mouth. She softly traced the red lips, then leaned in and kissed them tenderly. 

It lasted only a moment but was so beautiful. Sarah looked up at me "Thank you Jack, won't you join us?" she asked in a low voice as she moved to make a space between herself and June.

"Your wish is my command" I responded. I turned presenting them with my bare backside. "I wonder if one of you lovely ladies might kindly undo this apron."

A pair of hands immediately fell on each cheek stroking my buttocks as I waited. Eventually I felt a tug at the bow on the apron strings. It slowly fell forward and drooped over my rigid cock. "Thank you." I said, turning. "There seems to be a minor problem with removing this garment." As I spoke, they shrieked. Then my own laughing caused the apron to wave like a flag in a breeze. This only raised more hilarity.

Sarah pulled it off, patted the space between them and suggested "Sit down Jack before you kill us, I'm almost wetting myself here."

I eased into the space. It was really a two-seater settee so we were extremely snug. It was easier to fit if my arms went across the back of the settee rather than trying to squeeze my shoulders between the ladies. The advantage now was that I had two armfuls of warm female. The disadvantage was that I couldn't reach the coffee or wine!

Sarah spotted my dilemma "Poor Jack, can't reach his coffee. It's so nice too. Here, let's try sharing." She took a good sip of her espresso; then pulled my head into a warm coffee-flavoured kiss. She opened her lips and dribbled some coffee into my mouth. We carried on kissing long after the transaction had been completed.

Meanwhile June was stroking my naked thigh. "I've still got some here. Can I try that please?" She was asking Sarah who gave her approval with a smile.

Kissing any woman for the first time is a wonderful experience but this kiss came with the added bonus of hot coffee. Again the kiss lasted longer than necessary. As June kissed me she half turned and pressed her breasts against my chest.

"Perfect" she said as we broke away.

"Wonderful coffee Jack" said Sarah.

"Freshly ground and always served in heated containers. I read that on the internet somewhere." I replied as Sarah poured more into her cup and loaded another mouthful.

She pulled me into an even longer, more passionate coffee feeding kiss. It was delightful. I really wanted my other arm to caress her but thought June might feel left out if I removed my arm from around her shoulders.

We sat quietly for a while, their heads on my chest. One after another candles sputtered into darkness. When there were only two flickering stubs lighting the room Sarah touched June's cheek and said "I think it's time I took this old fellow to bed!"

June leaned forward and kissed Sarah on the lips and did the same to me. She stood and brushed her crumpled dress down. She was about to leave when she paused. "Thank you both for a wonderful evening. I've had some novel experiences and enjoyed every one enormously." She paused, then continued, more breathlessly "I wonder if you would mind if I did something else I've never done before?"

"What might that be June?" enquired Sarah pushing herself upright.

"I know I'm a bit of a show-off and like to dress well but I've never actually undressed in front of people other than my husband. Can I . .?"

"Would you like more light?" Sarah asked as she nodded her approval.

"No, it's partly the dim light which gives me courage." Standing only a few feet from us June reached behind her back and pulled on the zip. Before going any further she also unclasped her bra. She eased the dress and bra straps down one arm then the other. Now she was covered but only by the garments she still held close to her neck.

Gathering her composure June smiled and slowly pushed the clothes away from her hands. She looked incredible; the soft dim light was extra flattering. Sarah jumped to her feet "Beautiful, just gorgeous! Isn't she Jack?"

"Yes." I nodded in affirmation "Absolutely fabulous. Well done June, you are stunning. Thank you so much."

Sarah quickly lifted her dress over her head and threw it onto the settee then hugged her sister. June stood back after a moment. "Sarah, I've never seen . . I mean your breast, your chest." June stroked the vacant area. She murmured "You were so brave." She caressed the breast and the space alternately. "You are so beautiful." June leaned forward and kissed the scar, then the breast.

Sarah meanwhile caressed June's full breasts, taking their weight and tweaking the nipples. Both were moaning as they pressed harder together.

The penultimate candle spluttered into a smoky trail, the last one looked ready to expire.

Sarah took June's hand and drew her to the door. I wondered if this was to be an all-girl party. Sarah looked back "Come on Jack, you might be needed upstairs," she called, now with an arm around June's waist. Their bottoms, snuggly side by side looked so sexy.

I extinguished the last candle and checked the doors then filled a jug with water and followed the sounds from upstairs. They were on Sarah's bed, each eating the other's pussy. Erotic though it was I needed a pee so I slipped quietly to the bathroom. I shaved again and wiped my body down with a warm flannel to freshen up. Back in the bedroom both women were giving and receiving deep orgasms. It was a wonderfully erotic sight so I sat back and enjoyed their pleasure.

Eventually they were exhausted and lay on the bed wrapped in each other's arms. I filled two glasses with water and gently lay down behind Sarah only just touching her. She murmured something unintelligible and I fell asleep with my arm draped across her.

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Continued in Chapter Three.



Gentle On My Mind Ch. 03



Summary: The new relationships progress.
Keywords: MF,FF, MFF, public, consensual, love, older man, illness, cancer, sister, mature
Version: 1.00

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STANDARD DISCLAIMER

Although there are elements of fact, the following should be regarded as a piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. 

It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached.

Copyright (C) 2012 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.



Chapter Three

The room was warm but still dark when I awoke. Girly noises from the bathroom gradually penetrated my foggy brain. I rolled into the middle of the bed and lay half-asleep thinking that they knew where to find me if they needed help!

Sleep drifted quietly back over me again. As I slumbered on my front, I blearily opened one eye to find it was still night.  My shoulder was being gently shaken while a soft voice whispered "Jack, are you awake?"

The hand on my shoulder gently pulled to turn me over. "Well I am now; but I was asleep, having this wonderful dream. I was laid out naked on a bed and two gorgeous naked women came into the room to seduce me . . Now I'm awake and my dream has come true!"

They jumped on me, giggling, wriggling and jiggling. They had the wonderful fragrance that only a woman emanates after showering. It was a delicate mixture of soap, shampoo, skin and sublime sexuality. They sat, one on each of my thighs spreading their soft undercarriages lightly around each lucky leg, their hands quietly messing about in my groin.

"Jack, we've been talking . ." started Sarah looking from her sister and back to me. "I told June what happened this morning. She was aghast and so grateful that you were able to prevent another . ." she glanced at June ". . another rape." June shook her head, frowning. Their hands were still idly fondling my balls. "June doesn't really know what to do about Tony. Do you think should she leave him?"

They were looking earnestly at me, expecting some fine words of wisdom. I didn't have any! Looking from one to the other I pronounced gravely "Somewhere in my very early readings from the young man's sex manual there's a whole paragraph about not discussing what to do with a bullying rapist while the victim and his wife have their hands on the family jewels."

They looked at me in disbelief as though I had spoken a foreign language. As realisation dawned that this was not the time for serious debate they burst out laughing, causing their damp groins to grind deliciously on my heated thighs. Their bouncing caused my now very stiff dick to wave backwards and forwards like the mast on a bobbing boat. My mermaids had to hold each other to keep from falling.

"Sorry Jack," Sarah sighed as they calmed. "We got so wound up about it that we seem to have let things become a bit out of perspective. Let's postpone that issue until a more suitable occasion." She looked at June. "So how shall we spend our time instead dear sister? Any bright ideas darling?" As Sarah spoke she drew her circled thumb and forefinger delicately from the base to the tip of my quivering erection barely touching but causing enough electrical flow to cause my balls to inflame. 

"We did talk about . ." started June, nodding towards my straining penis as she ground her increasingly damp groin along my thigh.

"Yes, we need Jack's co-operation and agreement here." Sarah's fingers again ascended unhurriedly, deftly caressing every part of my very solid old man with infinite slowness. I could feel June's juices spreading across my hairy thigh as her pressure and movement increased.

"Jaaack." Now attentive chaps will know there's something potentially awkward coming when a beautiful naked woman can make that one syllable word into three by dropping a semi-tone and back while cocking her head to one side.

"Yeees?" I tried unsuccessfully to copy her trick but only managed to draw out the response into a quavering question.

"Jack," she started again. "June regards you as some sort of hero! I can't imagine where she got such a silly girly notion but anyway . ." Sarah paused looking at June. "She thinks that you might transfer some of your super-power to her if she has your lovely prick in her empty pussy." Sarah giggled. June wriggled.

"Er . ." I was stalling. "You really agree to that Sarah! You want me to fuck your sister?"

"No Jack!" was Sarah's firm response and she lightly slapped my hip to emphasise her authority. "I want you to make love to my sister. Make her feel just as special as you make me feel. I know you love me and June knows I love you too." Sarah smiled at June. "Please Jack. I said that if you agreed, she could try your lovely cock but couldn't have any of your spunk, not a single drop. That's all got to go in me!" She rubbed her own heated groin longingly up and down my leg.

I guess that every soldier knows that when the odds are over-whelming you just close your eyes and hope for the best! "OK, I'll make love to June whenever you want, but only if you are there as well. I don't want any clandestine goings-on. Deal?" I offered my hand.

It was smartly swatted away as two naked angels descended affectionately onto my chest, kissing my face. "I love you Jack. Let me move over, come on June. Hurry, climb aboard quickly - before this poor old chap starts flagging!"

June didn't need telling twice. She hoisted her leg elegantly across my groin and shuffled her hips forward. Holding my eager erection poised just below her pussy June hesitated. Her pubic hairs were tickling my cock as she awaited Sarah's complete approval. Then, gently wiping my dick-head along her moist lips, she centred into that magical soft place and slowly lowered herself onto my grateful cock. Her eyes were closed as she took me in. Once she had settled hard on my pubic bone she opened her eyes and smiled serenely at Sarah mouthing 'Thank you'.

As June eased her pelvis into a comfortable position I gently flexed my cock. Her eyes flicked sharply to my face, at least she felt that! I did it again. "Sarah" she gasped. "I can feel Jack's cock twitching in my cunt, isn't that wonderful?" With that encouragement I did it again. She really was now enjoying the sensation. June squirmed her bottom even tighter into my pubic bone. She was now looking vacantly into the far distance as she waited for my next 'twitch', sighing softly with each pulse.

I put my arm out to Sarah and murmured "You go behind so that June can lean back. See if you can find something convenient to hang on to!"

As Sarah settled behind she kept her shoulders close to June's and reached around to hold her sister's breasts. June leaned back moaning softly. As Sarah supported June she softly kissed her neck and shoulders. We continued this quiet loving for several minutes; me flexing my cock, and caressing her straining thighs. Sarah continued fondling June's breasts while caressing her neck and shoulders with tiny kisses. June simultaneously writhing, sighing and moaning.

I made a pinching sign to Sarah; she smiled and began squeezing June's erect nipples. At the same time I adjusted my hips to bring pressure towards the front of June's vagina. These changes caused June's eyes to fly wide open. She gasped closing her hands over Sarah's and squeezing her pussy tight around my penis. 

"Oh God, Sarah. Can it be for me? It's here. My chariot of fire is waiting. My cunt's aflame. My body is flying." She laid her head back. "Take me, take me. It's so hot, my belly is boiling. My nipples are bursting. Come and get me, let me ride."

Sarah looked at me with a quizzical face as we continued our stimulation. I shook my head and shrugged. This was fascinating. "Take me to the top of the fiery mountain. Quicker! Ride on!" June's hips were grinding violently harder. She leaned back into Sarah, jerking spasmodically. I kept my cock twitching deep inside.

June screamed, her pussy drenching warm fluids into my pubic hair. "Down the rugged mountain. Faster, faster, fucking faster! Drive me to the raging river. Quickly!" Her quivering body was completely covered in sweat, Sarah was having trouble holding the slippery breasts as June bucked and jerked.

"The river; let me flow with the river." June lay back floppily into Sarah's arms. Then she screamed again. "The rapids are coming!" Her body jerked violently as her latest ferocious orgasm pounded through her. "I can't swim, help me . ." June swooned in Sarah's arms almost flattening her. June's hips and legs were like jelly. Her chest was glowing red and she was unconscious.

"What do we do Jack?" whispered Sarah as peered nervously over June's slumped body.

"She's still breathing" I suggested helpfully. "Maybe we just stay as we are and wait. Perhaps it's like not waking a sleep-walker."

Sarah stroked June's sweaty brow.

After a few surprisingly quiet minutes I felt June's legs twitch against my hips. Slowly she revived. I could just reach a water glass and passed it to Sarah. She raised it to June's lips and we were pleased to hear slurping and swallowing. June opened her eyes. "Fantastic! Bloody awesome! I've never done that before" she whispered.

"Never passed out?" asked Sarah.

"God, did I pass out?" June seemed alarmed.

"Do you always do that verbalising thing?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she responded switching her alarmed gaze from me to Sarah.

Sarah whispered in her ear "You described your orgasm as being carried away in a chariot."

"Fuck! I did that? Bloody hell! Where did that come from? I don't think that's happened before. What else did I say?"

While mopping June's brow Sarah quietly related the events. As she listened June gripped her pussy round my cock. The very words were carrying her back along the path to bliss. Her distant look re-focussed when I flicked my penis inside her.

"June," whispered Sarah. "When you feel Jack flexing his cock try to find the place he touches to squeeze him back. Come on, it takes a bit of concentration."

June's face screwed up, eyes closed tight as she sought the requisite muscles. Eventually on the sixth time I flexed she pressed back. Her eyes flew open "I did it Sarah! Didn't I Jack?"

I smiled and nodded "Perfect. Do it again."

She did. "Oh thank you Sarah, I'm going find another place. Come on Jack, help me out here."

After another half-dozen tries she succeeded again. She jumped up so excitedly that she almost disconnected, nearly knocking Sarah backwards. "Sorry. Oh that's wonderful. Let me try both places now."

Sure enough she could now flex those new muscles one after the other. Now she was started she didn't want to stop. She writhed and jerked as she gradually developed her new found skills. Her face alternated between ultra-concentrated and absolute joy.

I could sense my own excitement mounting so I signalled Sarah to pinch the nipples again. As she started I reached down and teased June's clitoris. The area was drenched in juices and sweat so I was able to moisten my finger to flick her quickly into a squirming orgasm. Once it started I eased up as I didn't want to knock her out again. 

June crested without words then turned and kissed Sarah. "Thank you darling. That was truly, bewilderingly amazing!" June paused. "I think it must be your turn. Surely this lovely cock is ready for you now and I want to watch your pussy get filled."

June slithered slowly to one side supported by Sarah. My stiff dick slurped out streaming a string of June's juice away as it was released.

I raised an eyebrow to Sarah. Clever girl, she immediately understood my silent question. "Sitting on your lap please Jack. I want to hold you and kiss you while you give me my share!"

Sarah straddled me as I knelt. June watched closely as Sarah drew my penis ever deeper into her body. Sarah drew her knees alongside my chest and gripped me close. She kissed me. I loved her. She looked into my eyes as we silently exchanged deep adoration. Then she grinned and bounced.

"Come on soldier! Where's my babies?" Sarah rasped. June gasped.

Sarah ground and wriggled. She brought her finely honed internal muscles into play. I groaned; I knew the game was up. June sat behind Sarah and pressed her breasts against her skinny sister. She ran a hand around in front of Sarah down between her stretched legs. Her fingers quickly found the erect clitoris and squeezed it. Sarah reacted with mighty jerks of her gorgeous pussy sending urgent messages to my aching balls. Like the artillery of old they loaded, compacted the charge, stood back, lit the fuse and blasted across the horizon. I pulled Sarah tight to my lap as my cock fired my hot sperm deep into her loving body. She quivered and shook through the detonation. June's fingers trapped in between us still encouraged passion beyond belief from my little Sarah.

Ultimately I was totally done for! I slumped backwards carrying Sarah with me still clinging to my shrinking pride with her pulsing, drooling vagina.

June hugged us both. "Thank you. Thank you both. That was so divinely beautiful. I never thought watching two other people make love could be so magnificent. I love you both. Thank you for everything."

She kissed us then keeled over, fast asleep instantly. Sarah and I rolled down. She turned around to spoon her back against me. I wrapped my arms around her and softly started "Gentle on My Mind". I think I barely finished the third line when we both gave way to sleep.

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Good news, bad news! The sun was shining brightly which was good news as the weather was again excellent; bad news in that I couldn't get back to sleep because the light was too bright.

Hang on, I was alone again! Why did this keep happening to me? Was it something I said? I caught a whiff of myself and realised it might something to do with my personal hygiene! A visit to the toilet and shower cured that. A long relaxed shave left my visage smooth and bearable. Some of Sarah's body cream did a good job as after-shave. It smelled of Sarah and immediately aroused randy thoughts! I wrapped a dry towel around my waist.

Downstairs the girls had finished breakfast and were sitting on the sunny terrace. They chatted as they sipped coffee, naked!

"Hi lovely ladies; beautiful day," I called as I poured coffee and loaded the toaster.

"Hi Jack," called Sarah. "How are you today?" She came into the kitchen and wrapped herself around me.

She stood back and whipped the towel away. "Now we don't want you wearing a skirt, do we?" she said, wafting the towel onto a nearby chair.

I drank some coffee. June came in, she looked radiant. I think my cock twitched.

"Look June," shouted Sarah. "He really fancies you, his cock jerked when you came into the room!"

I swatted her skinny backside. "It did the same when you came in but you couldn't see it under my towel," I tried to explain despairingly, knowing this exchange was lost whatever I said.

"So you say, Mister. But I saw that; just like a bloody divining rod seeking out pussy. You men are all the same." She winked at June.

"They're not all the same," said June. "Think about Tony." She sat with hunched shoulders, suddenly gloomy.

Sarah ran her hands across June's back trying to tease out the stress. June picked up Sarah's hand and kissed it. "Thanks darling, but what am I going to do?"

I spread butter on the toast followed by home-made strawberry jam. I munched a bite then asked "How long have you been married?"

"Five years. It's a second time around for both of us."

"Until yesterday, did you love him?" Another bite of delicious toast.

"Yes. At least I thought so. I don't know. Maybe there was something missing for maybe about a year now." June looked really sad. Sarah reached over and took her hand.

"There's no magic wand, you know that. There are some choices that only you can make." I brushed the final crumbs from my lips as June waited. "You can leave him now. Everyone would understand. He might be a broken man, maybe never recover, maybe do something . ." I shrugged.

We each looked at one-another. All serious faces on naked bodies! Just at that moment June's phone signalled a text message. She rummaged in her bag. It was from Tony.

"He wants me to go home" announced June gravely. "He says he's really sorry and wants to talk."

"You could go back and try to understand him. Or just ignore what he's done and re-model him. He might be ready for that if you've a mind to try" I suggested.

"What do you mean? How could I ignore what he's done?" snapped June her enchanting tits vibrating with indignation. I made a mental note – 'one shouldn't hold a serious conversation without adequate clothing'.

"OK" I said. "He did what he did for whatever reason. He probably regrets it, I'm sure he does. The question is how sincere that regret might be? Does he just regret getting caught and punished by some passing old geezer? Does he actually regret the harm, physical and mental, that he caused Sarah? Is he just sorry that you found out? Only you can decide. Sorry to dump that back on you June." I shrugged and reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. She gave it willingly and looked from my face to Sarah's.

"Jack. Last night you gave me something special." June paused and looked from Sarah back to me. "Apart from . ." she glanced into my lap. "You gave me your full attention. You made sure I was safe and exquisitely contented. You and Sarah taught me how I might take control. You couldn't give me everything as it wasn't yours to give, but what you gave was incredibly precious and I appreciate that."

June looked slowly from me to Sarah. "You showed me love, you gave me love. Now I think I should get dressed and go home. I need to look after my husband. But I will never forget last night. I love you both." She walked away, her head held high probably crying but we couldn't see her face.

Sarah came around the table and hugged my head while my arm wrapped around her slender waist. She softly kissed my tousled head.

"Will she be alright Jack?" Sarah asked quietly. "I never knew how much I liked her until yesterday. Now I don't want her to go back to that dreadful man."

I gently stroked her back. "I know what you mean Sarah, but she has to give it a try. Tony is her husband and they have to see if they can get past this trauma."

We were still in the same position when June came downstairs, fully dressed. Her hair brushed, make-up immaculate and car keys jingling in her hand. She stood in the doorway declaring "I'm not coming near either of you. Just stay where you are or my resolve will vanish!" June smiled bravely and strode down the hallway to the door singing "Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye". She sang the next line "Cheerio, here I go on my way" as she closed the door.

We walked to the window still naked and waved, saying "Good luck June" in unison.

"Fresh coffee Jack?" suggested Sarah briskly jiggling her delightful buttocks towards the kitchen.

She was like the Pied Piper, I just had to follow.

"So, old man," she said while the machine got started. "What are the plans for the day?"

I stacked the dirty crockery ready to wash up then wrapped my arms around Sarah. "You've spent the past day and a half doing things you've never done before. Is there anything left on your 'to do' list?"

"Mmmm", she leaned back as I caressed her breast. "Now you mention it Mr Porn-writer, I did get very turned on when you described Harry and Penny performing sex in a public place in your story . ." Her voice tailed off leaving the idea floating for me to ponder.




Gentle On My Mind Ch. 03



She put the coffee mugs on the table and pulled her chair to face me. Sitting firmly against the wooden back she crossed her ankles on the seat in front of her and settled almost Yoga-like. She wore a totally innocent face as she gazed at me batting her eyelids coyly, her head cocked slightly to the right.

She kept this demure mask on as I shuffled my chair until the two front seat edges touched. My legs were spread wide around her chair. My mostly erect cock waggled above her crossed ankles.

Very quietly I whispered "Let me tell you an old nursery rhyme." Sarah looked surprised.

"You what?" her mouth dropped open.

I quietly leaned towards her and stroked her thighs towards her groin.

"I like little Pussy," my hands at the top of her quivering thighs.

"Her coat is so warm," my fingers grazed through her pubic hair.

"And if I don't hurt her" caressing the crack from bottom to top.

"She'll do me no harm;" one finger teased inside her damp folds.

"So I'll not pull her tail," another finger sought out her clitoris.

"Nor drive her away," Sarah's whole body was trembling.

"But Pussy and I" her aroused clit danced to my tender touch.

"Very gently will play." 

G-spot and clit combined to detonate a quake bomb. Sarah's head was thrown back, her chest a rosy glow and her hands gripped the seat of the chair to keep her upright.

I sat back and drank my coffee. As I put the cup down Sarah pounded her little fists on my chest. "You dirty old man! If I ever hear you singing that to our daughter I'll . . I'll . ."

"You'll what, darling?" I asked coyly.

"I'll screw you!" She jumped from her chair to mine, impaling herself on my erection. She pumped vigorously twice to each line of her own nursery rhyme:

""Jack be nimble,

Jack be quick,

Jack jump over

the candlestick."

After the final line she rested breathlessly holding my dick deep inside her slim body. She clenched her muscles tight around me. "Oh Jack, I love your fucking candlestick!"

We kissed,giggled and caressed in that wonderful embrace for several minutes.

The ringing phone was out of reach. "Ignore it Jack." Sarah murmured into my shoulder.

Some instinct in me knew we shouldn't. I stood, with Sarah astride my hips and moved to pick up the handset and held it to Sarah's ear.

"Hello" Sarah said, now holding the phone for herself. She simply said "Yes" several times as the other person spoke. Then she climbed off my lap, our juices dribbling down her thigh as she stretched for her diary. "Yes, when?" she leafed through the diary. "Yes, what time?" She wrote in the diary. "Thanks, bye." She gave me the handset and wrapped her arms round my neck. Sarah's face was ashen.

"Jack, darling Jack I love you." Sarah was sobbing. I held her gently and waited.

After a few minutes she leaned back. "That was the hospital. They analysed last week's bi-monthly check-ups. They have some concerns and want me to go back tomorrow for further tests. They didn't want to worry me, but I'm afraid they have. I'm scared Jack." She clung tightly around my neck.

I carried her up to bed, snuggled us both in and pulled up the sheets. "Did they have anything specific they were worried about?" I asked quietly.

"No. You know what they're like, always vague on the phone. It was my usual clinic doctor, Mary, lovely person. She's a cancer specialist and she said that something scores well out of the expected range and they want to re-check, just in case there's a problem. Hold me Jack."

The room was eerily quiet as we lay there. Minutes passed as I comforted Sarah. "Please sing to me Jack, I like the sound coming through your body as well as from your mouth," she snuggled closer to my chest.

With this novel experience of someone listening to my body I let the music reverberate through me as best I could. There are just four verses but the words are complicated and I never get them all right.

As I finished I could feel Sarah's tears on my chest. In the quiet of that warm bed I held her close. After some time she murmured "Don't go away Jack! Don't be the man in the song and always coming back. Just stay please."

"Hey gorgeous woman washing my grubby body with her sweet tears, I'm here to stay."

We were quiet for a while. Sarah seemed to be dozing and the clock suggested that lunchtime was close. I slipped from the bed as quietly as possible, pulled on my jeans and picked up a tee-shirt. Downstairs I started putting together some comfort food. Sarah may not feel hungry but she had to eat.

The plates were almost ready when the phone rang. I picked it up quickly so that Sarah might not be disturbed. It was June; she was in tears. "The bastard! The cheating, fucking turd of a bastard. I've kicked him out Jack. Please help me."





continued in Chapter 4



Gentle On My Mind Ch. 04



Summary: Trying to manage the bad news situation.

Keywords: MF,FF, MFF, public, consensual, love, older man, illness, cancer, sister, mature

Version: 1.01

***********************************

STANDARD DISCLAIMER

Although there are elements of fact, the following should be regarded as a piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. 

It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached.

Copyright (C) 2013 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved. 

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Chapter Four

Bloody hell, another damsel in distress! "OK June, no problem. So has he actually gone?"

"Yes, he even had his bag packed ready. He's been seeing someone else for over a year. I wish you'd killed the shagging bastard."

"Right June, let's calm down and think this through. Who controls your finances, you or him?"

"I do Jack, mostly online. He hardly knows one end of a computer from the other, why?"

"You need to change any passwords that he might know or guess. If you have accounts to which he has no access move any joint balances into them immediately if possible. Can you do those things now?"

"Yes I understand; good idea thanks Jack. That's something positive to focus on. I can do that in half an hour then I'll call you back." She rang off and I returned the handset to the charging cradle.

I finished preparing the lunch and went quietly upstairs. Sarah rolled over and peered at me. "What have you done with my naked lover?" she mumbled blearily.

It made me laugh, that was a good sign for both of us. "Are you coming down for lunch or shall I bring it up here?" I asked as I eased the curtains open quietly.

"Get your kit off Mister and I'll see you downstairs after a comfort stop." Sarah slid out of the room heading for the bathroom. I left my clothes on the bed.

Downstairs Sarah hugged me and came to the kitchen table. "Gosh Jack, you've been busy while I had forty winks. That looks tasty." She kissed my cheek and sat alongside me, her naked thigh pressing comfortably against mine.

Sarah's appetite was surprisingly good, she cleared her plate enthusiastically. "Did I hear the phone before lunch?" she asked as she also scoffed the fresh fruit salad concoction I made for afters.

"Yes, it was June. Bad news on the reconciliation front I'm afraid." I held Sarah's small hand. "It sounds as though dear Tony only wanted to see her to gets his kicks by saying 'goodbye'. Apparently the rat's been having it off with someone else for some time. She should be calling back any minute now. I offered her some advice on locking Tony out of their accounts. Let's hope we're not too late."

Right on cue the phone rang. Sarah's breast stroked across my arm as she reached for the phone and answered. "Yes, Jack's just told me. Are you OK?" Sarah listened for a while then said "Yes, he's right here. I'll get him." She handed the phone to me and snuggled close so that she could listen.

"Hi June, all done?"

"Yes Jack, but you were on the right track; he's already taken the maximum cash out of our joint account today. If he tries again tomorrow there won't be any left! I've reported his credit cards as lost, so he'll have trouble there too. All our money is now in accounts to which he has no access. What next Jack?"

"What about the house? Is it in your name? Is there a mortgage?" 

"No problems there, it's my house, in my name only and all paid for." June responded.

"Great, perhaps we should change your house locks. I could probably manage that for you. We've just had lunch, have you eaten?"

"No Jack, I'm really not hungry. When can you be here? Can Sarah come too?" Sarah nodded emphatically.

"Yes, we'll both be there. I'll pick up some things from my place on the way and be over in about 20 minutes or so, OK?"

"Thanks Jack, see you soon."

As a keen handyman I had the appropriate tools. I even a couple of used locks; they may not be perfect but would be adequate for the time being. Sarah knew the way to June's and rushed in for a comforting embrace. I added my hug then dropped my tool bag alongside the front door. Luckily my replacement lock was similar, actually better than the original. It took only ten minutes to fit and test. I put the old lock in my bag and took the new keys to June. She removed the old key from her ring and added the new one. She gave one of the new spares to Sarah and the other to me. I raised my eyebrows and June smiled enigmatically.

The back door was less easy but after half an hour I had fitted the additional lock, leaving the original in place for extra security. I showed June how it worked and gave her the keys.

Sarah had made a pot of tea, she poured me a cup and we sat around the kitchen table. It was obvious that Sarah had already told June about the potential cancer scare. Their conversation was subdued and they were holding hands talking quietly.

"We are going to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning" I said looking at June. "You might want to make an appointment with your lawyer and get advice on the separation procedures. Perhaps we could meet you in town for lunch afterwards?"

"Good idea Jack," June nodded. "I'll do it now." She bustled away to make the call. Sarah and I held hands.

"What now Jack?" asked Sarah quietly. "Can we leave June alone here?"

"Let's see what she wants first; then plan accordingly" I suggested, gently running the back of my fingers down her soft cheek. "You are very beautiful Sarah, I can't stop touching you."

She leaned over and kissed me. "Thank you, dear Jack. Now you can understand why I picked a kind old gent with failing eyesight!"

"Hey you two, this is my place! When do I get to join in?" chirped June returning from the hall with her diary in her hand. "All set for the morning. Actually I know the divorce specialist from elsewhere so at least the ice is broken on that score."

"What do you want to do now June?" enquired Sarah.

"I hadn't given it a thought. So far I have only done exactly as Jack has suggested, maybe he has another cunning plan?" June patted her hand on my shoulder to emphasise that it was my turn to contribute again. Her fingers gently traced across the back of my neck raising goose bumps. June giggled and ruffled my hair.

"Well," I began hesitantly. "This morning Sarah told me of a fantasy she seemed keen to act out." I paused looking at Sarah. "Maybe we could all join in to try to get outside our dismal heads?"

Sarah gasped. "You can't mean the 'public place' thing Jack! How could we? Oh my God; three of us in public!" She suddenly looked positively excited.

"Slow down there darlings, what is going on here please?" June looked confused.

"Jack dear," said Sarah smiling that smile that knows it's going to get its own way. "Do you think you could you make some fresh tea while I tell June about your dirty secret?" She winked and poked her tongue out as she pulled her confused sister towards the lounge where June's laptop was already online. Their heads were close as Sarah whispered earnestly. I shook my head and got onto to my assigned task.

Working in a strange kitchen is always an interesting challenge. The kettle was easy, filling with water no problem but where to find the tea! I opened cupboard doors and ferreted around unsuccessfully. Then, bright lad that I am, I saw a tin marked 'Tea' on the shelf directly over the kettle! 'Now all we need is a teapot' I muttered to myself looking around. That soon materialised and I heated it from the almost boiling kettle. I let it stand for a minute while I searched out cups and saucers. Once I had emptied the warming water from teapot and spooned in the tea I added freshly boiled water. Now I just needed milk. As I bent to reach the bottle in the fridge I saw something taped under the worktop.

I put the milk on the tray and gently pulled an envelope from its hiding place. Inside it I was surprised to find a postcard-sized photograph. It showed a man, probably early thirties, stripped to the waist posing on a hillside. On the back was a simple message 'Missing you Tony, wish you were here!' There was no indication of place or date. I put the photograph back into the envelope and left it on the tray. 

June showed no reaction to the envelope as I placed the tea tray on the table so I assumed she didn't know what it was. Instead she said, "Hang on Jack I've got some nice biscuits. The tin's in the right-hand cupboard over the fridge please." She smiled her request, who was I to refuse?

The ladies were deep into conversation as I returned and paid me no heed. I placed the biscuit tin and a couple of small plates on the table. "Pour the tea please Jack, Sarah is just showing me where to read your sordid tales."

"What's that Jack?" asked Sarah, pointing to the envelope.

June returned. "Yes, I was wondering what that's about too, the postman's already been today." She said as she studied the screen on the laptop.

"I found it in your kitchen." I watched June closely.

"Sorry, I don't recognise it. Was it in the re-cycling bin?" June asked, still distracted by the monitor screen.

I passed the envelope to Sarah. "Have a look inside."

Sarah gasped as she withdrew the picture and read the message. June's eyes grew wider when she saw the photograph. "Is that what I think it is Jack?" she asked nervously.

"I guess that's a distinct possibility. Tony's 'significant other' might well be this man. But we should be careful about jumping to any conclusions as we don't know when the picture was taken." I responded still observing June's reactions as I handed her a cup and saucer. Her hands were steady as she accepted the tea.

June sipped her tea "Lovely cuppa Jack, thanks." She looked over her cup at me. "Actually, I don't give a flying toss. Whoever wants him can have him, any way they want. I never want to see the lousy bastard again and for the rest of today I'd prefer to forget him too." She looked at the brightly glowing laptop screen "Now, what's all this about then Sarah?"

I started to get up to leave them to it. "Stay exactly where you are Mister Writer! We may need you for demonstration purposes," insisted Sarah pointing firmly for me to sit down again.

"June, you read this passage here please. I need a skirt but perhaps a towel will do for now, can I borrow one from the bathroom?" Sarah asked as she got up.

"You can have a skirt darling if you want but if you can find an appropriate towel that's OK too." June murmured as she started reading.

I followed Sarah to the bathroom.

"Are you sure you want to do this Sarah?" I queried.

"Too damn true I do" she snapped vehemently. "It will take us out of ourselves. If we stay at home we will all dwell on what tomorrow might bring and that would be a waste of time, energy and emotion. Got it soldier?" She playfully punched my chest as she finished.

Rummaging in the bathroom cupboard she found a bath towel. "This should do nicely as a skirt for now, let's go and test the plan." She spun into my arms and kissed me. Her arms snaked around my waist and pulled me close to her slender body. After a few very pleasant minutes she pushed away. "Come on sport, you have to perform in our little play." She giggled as she dragged me back to where June was totally engrossed in the laptop screen.

Sarah dropped her jeans and kicked them away. Now bare below the waist Sarah sashayed towards me asking "See anything you like, Mister?"

Before I could answer or touch the offered treasure Sarah wrapped the towel around her middle and tucked the end into the waist. She flicked up the back and dropped into my lap with her back to me. "Something like that should do it Jack, is that how you saw it?" Sarah sniggered as she wriggled her little bare bottom into my groin.

"Well, yes. That's the essence of it but I also have to be ready and waiting before you make your move. Don't forget, there could be people around. This manoeuvre has to be discrete and subtle. What will June's part be in this game?"

"I hadn't thought that far yet darling. What sexy ideas do you have in that warped brain of yours?" At that moment June looked up, her face flushed.

"I would love to be talking to Tony on the phone while you screwed me like that Jack." June murmured looking up from the laptop.

"That could be arranged," said Sarah. "But on the other hand perhaps we shouldn't stir things up." She could feel my erection pressing through my trousers and she rubbed her bare bottom firmly along its length. "You'll probably be too engrossed in our game anyway. Maybe I'd even let Jack come in you as a special treat!"

"Sarah sweetheart, I'm wet enough already after reading that episode while watching you trying to get off on Jack's lumpy trousers." June lifted her denim skirt, drew her panties down her legs and threw them at us, we could smell her arousal. June moved to stand in front of Sarah and slowly raised her skirt until it was only just revealing her pubic hair.

"Please can I play in your game, please, pretty please?" she asked in a little girl voice twisting her body from side to side and looking sweetly coquettish. 

Giggling, Sarah reached forward and slid a hand between June's thighs slowly moving higher until it was caressing her sister's pussy.

"Rather tasty as this scenario is becoming, it's not particularly practical for our purposes" I growled, hoping I wasn't about to mess up my trousers.

"It works for me darling" murmured Sarah. "But I take your point."

"Yes girl, I think you're talking his point right up your tender posterior," moaned June as she widened her stance to allow Sarah better access. June leaned forward and kissed Sarah, her hands sliding behind Sarah's neck as she increased the pressure.

"Sweet things I love you dearly but this isn't really progressing our plans for your outdoor event" I grumbled while reaching round to grope Sarah's breast.

Breaking off from their kiss Sarah whispered "Who is going to be first to stop?"

"Me!" cried June suddenly. She pulled Sarah from my lap. "I'll be the party pooper for once. I don't want to stop but we need some clear thinking here if we are to get this show on the road."

"It seems to me" started Sarah. "That trying to get all three involved at the same time might be tricky for our first attempt in public." She looked from June to me, we both nodded agreement. "So maybe Jack has to take us one at a time?"

"OK" said June, "Where and when?"

"There's always 'our' park bench Sarah" I suggested. "It's public enough to be exciting and maybe that's enough of a challenge for our first adventure."

Sarah nodded. "Yes, so it's skirts and no knickers for the girls. Maybe I could try braless too, I haven't done that since . ." she ran a hand over the vacant space on her chest. "What about you June?" 

"Count me in" chimed her sister cheerily. "Apart from shoes we wear just two garments, that does sound rather sexy." She pulled her arms inside her jumper sleeves, undid her bra and produced it with a flourish then draped it across her laptop.

"Have you found a skirt of mine you can use?" asked June.

Sarah nodded and scurried upstairs to get it. We drove to the park in near silence, most unusual for this pair.

In the park we strolled nonchalantly to the bench and sat, nervously looking around. There were people promenading, sitting, playing games and chasing dogs. I had a lightweight summer jacket which I draped across my knees. Making sure no-one was looking our way I quickly unfastened my belt and slid down the zip. 

June slid a hand under my coat and teased the old fella. "Wakey, wakey! Come on little Jack; it's play time!" she crooned softly as she started my engine with encouraging caresses.

Sarah asked urgently "Is he ready? I am! Quick, I need him now. Shall I go first and you can finish him June." Sarah stood, gazed across the grass and felt safe enough to step slowly backwards until her feet were either side of mine. Then she slowly descended onto my lap. I lifted the hem of her skirt. June eased the jacket free from my lap as Sarah's naked buttocks slowly descended. I flicked my now erect cock across her damp vagina and let her settle gently onto it.

"Oh boy, that's so nice" murmured Sarah. She half turned on my lap to be more sideways and offered her lips for a kiss. "Darling Jack that's so good, so naughty," she crooned softly.

June looked around. "Nobody's taking any notice" she said as she stood and looked casually up and down the pathway. Turning back to us she said "That looks so sexy, knowing what is really going on." She stayed in front of us and slowly lifted her skirt as she glanced up the path again. She bunched the fabric at her waist leaving her bare belly at our eye level.

Sarah licked her lips and reached forward to caress June's pubic hair. June held Sarah's hand in place as she dropped the skirt and manoeuvred to sit close beside us. Under cover of my jacket she slid a hand along Sarah's thigh until she reached our conjoined bodies. June explored and caressed, heightening our excitement. As often as I flexed my cock Sarah would respond with a squeeze. June could feel this interaction. "That's absolutely amazing," she said. "Just feeling you two swapping internal touches is sensational. It's so secret, so erotic." She had eased a finger alongside my cock inside Sarah's cunt. Sarah was having trouble controlling herself. Her juices were flowing and her pussy fluttering with an impending orgasm.

A couple walked past with their dog. The hound sniffed the air, stopped and took a long, hard look at us. It stood a few feet in front of us, its nose twitching and tail erect. Fortunately the owners were engrossed in conversation and merely dragged the dog away without looking.

Sarah was calming down, she mumbled "Give me a minute June and we'll change places. Get that finger out of my cunt and give me a taste you sexy bitch." June complied with the request then licked the fingers herself. Sarah could sense my excitement mounting and calmed her vaginal exercises.

"June, it's time for the switch. Are you ready?" Sarah whispered easing herself up from my dick which felt cool as the fresh air replaced Sarah's hot pussy. June stood, nonchalantly looked along the pathway then swiftly flicked the back of her skirt up. I held it clear as she smoothly settled straight onto her perch. She gently lifted and descended a couple of times before settling her bottom comfortably into my groin.

Sarah casually patrolled a few paces up and down the path then returned to sit close, draping my jacket over her arm as she repeated June's trick of exploring our heavenly union. With my cock jerking and Sarah's finger stimulating her clitoris June was rapidly approaching her first public climax. Sarah, probably concerned that June might repeat her earlier voluble climax, withdrew her finger and moved to stand close in front of us. She planted her lips firmly onto June's mouth, bottling up any potential noise. 

My inevitable climax was brewing with an exquisite inevitability. "June darling, OK to come inside you?" I whispered urgently. With Sarah's lips pressed to hers she couldn't answer, but she wriggled her bottom tighter into my groin. I thrust deep and held as firmly as possible as I released my ejaculation far into her belly. Despite Sarah's efforts June managed a loud groan as her own climax merged with mine.

Sarah turned and quickly scanned the pathway, returning to wrap her arms around us both as we subsided into a quivering, shaking heap! After a few minutes we began to recuperate and find our bearings. Sarah kissed us both and helped June to her feet then sat quietly alongside me as June shook her skirt into place. Sarah tucked my soggy, floppy penis back into my underpants and carefully closed the trouser zip. She smiled and caressed my cheek. "Well done Jack. Thanks for that" she murmured.




Gentle On My Mind Ch. 04



A few more minutes passed as we tried to find normality. Eventually we were all calm.

"Shall we have supper at Sarah's?" I asked, suddenly hungry.

The ladies agreed and we were soon there. It came as no surprise as we passed through the front door that both immediately took off their few clothes. They stood, hands on hips, tapping feet with feigned impatience as they waited until I followed suit. Then, with my arms around their shoulders and their arms wrapped around my waist we bounced in tight naked formation down the narrow hallway into the kitchen.

While they bustled around quietly preparing something miraculous I opened a bottle of wine and poured three glasses.

The food was delicious. We had all taken time out for quick showers before we sat at the kitchen table; a second bottle of wine was already doing service!

Once the meal was over and the dishes cleared we dressed and strolled casually to June's house. Sarah and June hugged, kissed and whispered. I checked that everything was in order before we left. 

As we walked on to my cottage Sarah was quiet. She held my hand tightly as we strolled in the warm evening air.

"Jaaack . ." Oh no, that three-note version of a single syllable again!

"Jaaack," Sarah did it again, I was almost hypnotised! "I need to tell you something." She paused and turned to face me holding both hands.

"Isn't this how we started?" I teased.

She looked puzzled, then laughed. "Oh yes. Sorry, I forgot." She pulled me close and quickly kissed my lips. "No, darling I'm afraid this is another confession. I'm sorry, we should have told you before but today June's cycle is just about right for ovulating." Sarah peered into my face, the light from the setting sun making her hair glow. "Jack, she could get pregnant."

I didn't respond, unsure how to reply without offending Sarah.

Sarah hugged me close. "I'm so sorry Jack. We should have told you before so that you . ." I kissed her.

"OK, let's not think about that just now. We need a good night's rest before we get up early in the morning." We walked on in silence until we reached my cottage door. Inside we hugged and kissed some more. I could sense her apprehension about my reaction to her confession so I walked into my kitchen, put on the kettle then sat at the table with her.

"I'm getting on a bit, as you may have noticed. I doubt that my sperm count is what it was when Harry was conceived. Add to that the frequent withdrawals you have made from my aging balls in the past few days and it would seem to greatly reduce any prospect for fertilising June's waiting egg." At that point the kettle boiled. I got up and made cocoa returning to the table with the steaming mugs.

Sarah's eyes followed me, still anxious. After she sipped her cocoa she whispered "Actually Jack, I was hoping 'we' might score".

I reached over and held her free hand. "I know, darling. Me too, maybe you stand more chance. What about your previous cancer treatment? Did that spoil your chances of conceiving?"

Sarah shook her head. "I don't know. Really, with both of us being treated the prospects were low anyway. We never felt like having sex and we never did ask that question."

I couldn't resist running my hand along the hairs on the back of her arm. Sarah smiled. I lifted her hand and gently kissed her fingers. "You would make a lovely Mum for our little girl."

"Jack, that's a lovely vision. I'd love for it to come true." Sarah sighed, stood and reached for my hand. "Come on old day-dreamer, can you muster one more try!"

I laughed. "OK, which room did you want to bless with this propitious event?"

"I want to be in your bed, your woman, your lover. Are you up for that?"

"That sounds a perfect plan; I'll give it my best shot. Our bed awaits, do you want to use the bathroom first?"

A few minutes later I had undressed and turned down the bed. As I turned out the main light and lit the bedside lamps I became aware of Sarah standing in the doorway. She was naked, beautiful, vulnerable and crying.

Quickly moving to take her in my arms I kissed away the tears.

"It's OK Jack. Really it is," Sarah murmured as I nuzzled her white neck. "I'm just so happy, but so sad at the same time. I've never felt like this about anyone before. You fill me with joy and confidence. You seem to know me better than I know myself and I love you so much."

I didn't let her continue. Our kiss was all-consuming. We transmitted so much love with our lips and tongues. There was passion for sure but so much more. Our hands caressed each other's backs. Our thighs rubbed and wriggled. Eventually I eased Sarah gently onto my bed.

Sarah lay in the middle, legs closed and arms at her sides like a soldier at attention. I moved slowly over her my lips a millimetre away from her skin as I adored every part of her without quite touching. When I reached her feet she slowly parted her legs and I crawled slowly forward, still just disturbing the downy hairs of her legs.

Sarah moaned and widened her legs as my lips brushed her pubic hair. Her arms were now above her head as she raised her hips to try to feel me. As I climbed higher I touched the tip of my cock at the warm, moist entrance to her vagina and slowly slid all the way in then all the way out. The audible plop of my exit was accompanied by a disappointed groan from Sarah.

I eased in again. Wonderful delight washed over me. Our whole world was focussed on that space where my cock and her sweet pussy made the only point of contact between us. I repeated my unhurried entry and complete withdrawal several times. Throughout this process Sarah watched, enthralled and breathless. I could see her rapid heartbeat as her erect nipple quivered rhythmically.

As I waited, poised just touching her moist vagina our eyes locked.

"Now Jack, now please" she murmured lifting her hips in readiness.

Slowly I eased forward until my penis was fully embedded inside her. My aching arms were grateful for the release as I lowered my body to touch Sarah's. Our eyes were still gazing deeply into the other's very soul.

Without warning her body convulsed. Her pussy throbbed and ground around my cock as her orgasm raged like a tidal wave. My own climax was still far off, I'm not sure I was ever going to get there!

Slowly, beautifully, her breathing slowed and Sarah relaxed, moaning my name softly. Holding her tightly with my cock still lodged in her pussy, I rolled us over so that she lay on top and pulled a sheet over her sweaty back. I eased my legs apart and whispered for her to close hers until she was between my thighs, her closed legs between mine. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her to my chest.

We stayed in this blissful position for a while then I quietly asked "Do you want to sleep or screw?"

Sarah's response was a vibrating "Ummmmmm" as her lips pressed against my throat. "Maybe both dear fellow; . . but in which order?"

She sighed then purred "Sleep or screw?" several times until she fell asleep!

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To be continued in Chapter 5 



Gentle On My Mind Ch. 05



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Although there are elements of fact, the following should be regarded as a piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. 

It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.

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This is the latest chapter and you may enjoy it more if you read the first four before this, just a suggestion! 

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Chapter Five

No part of me wanted to wake. Unfortunately the alarm noisily insisted that I should. Body and spirit were unwilling. Somehow I struggled into an upright position and blearily opened the curtains. It was a grey, damp morning, reflecting just the way I felt.

Sarah stirred and I leaned over to gently shake her shoulder. She slowly stretched her arms out wide her naked body inviting attention. "Come back to bed Jack, I don't want to get up."

"No chance, look at me girl, I'm wide awake and fit for the day!"

"You could have fooled me, old man! Go and start the shower, I'll be there as soon as my aching bones will start moving."

Half an hour later we finished toying with breakfast and began clearing up, still without enthusiasm. When we were ready to go I hugged Sarah lovingly as she tried to smile but looked more ready to cry. In the car she seemed frail and frightened. Even the engine was reluctant to start in the damp misty conditions. 

It turned out to be one of those enchanted Cotswold mornings! The mist shrouding the valleys cleared suddenly to brilliant sunshine as we crested the hill. I steered the car onto the grass verge and turned off the engine. Sarah's face changed from gloom to amazement. I ran round to her door and opened it wide. Sarah unclipped the seatbelt and stepped sobbing into my open arms.

"Oh Jack, it's so beautiful. I felt so depressed but now I feel alive again."

Arms around each other, we stood silently watching the breath-taking spectacle before us. We seemed to be on a sea of soft cloud lapping around our green hilltop. Other Cotswold crests poked out of the soundless misty sea which seemed to go on for ever. The bright sunlight reflecting off the white frothy mist was dazzling, the atmosphere was ethereal. 

We must have gazed silently for a few magical minutes when a screech of brakes alongside us brought us back to the real world. Another car swerved off the road to park untidily next to mine. A woman in a bright red coat jumped out. It was June! She saw us and laughed. "Isn't this fantastic!" she said, opening her arms and sweeping us into a flourish of red fabric.

"Yes, it is fantastic but we have an appointment . ." I started to say.

"Bugger you!" June punched my arm. "Where did you find this party-pooper Sarah?"

Sarah laughed "I'm stunned by this sight June but we really do have to go. Will we see you later?"

"I'll call when I've done the legal stuff," said June. "I was hoping that we might be in for one of Jack's interesting outdoor sex scenarios here!"

Sarah and I shook our heads despairingly and got back into my car while June searched her car for the camera.

"Good luck!" June called with a wave as we pulled away.

Mary was a surprise. For some reason I expected her to be tall and imposing in the way of most medical specialists. She was neither dour nor serious like many in her profession. Mary was short, wide, bubbly and cheerful. As we shuffled nervously into her consulting room her back was towards us while she finished washing her hands. She flicked the towel over the rail and turned as we reached her desk.

"Sarah, you look amazing!" Mary hugged Sarah and kissed her cheek. "You look so well, I really hope this is just a false alarm." Mary turned to me smiling and thrust out her right hand. 

As I shook her firm grip Sarah introduced me "This is my very good friend Jack, he's the reason I feel so great. He's even helped me put on some weight!"

"Well hello Jack, you are most welcome. Do you want to stay while I talk to Sarah?"

We both nodded and perched nervously in the chairs Mary gestured us towards.

"Thanks for seeing me so quickly Mary," whispered Sarah. "It was a bit of a bombshell getting your call yesterday."

Mary nodded. "Of course Sarah, I understand." She clicked a few keys and peered at the computer screen. For a few moments she compared what she saw with some paperwork in an open file on her desk then turned to Sarah. "Yes, I'm very sorry about that. Today is actually my day off but I wanted to get this sorted out for you. I'm afraid it's the usual routine. If you pop next door, slip off your clothes and put on the gown I'll make sure the team is ready for you and we'll crack on straight away."

While Sarah followed those instructions Mary made a couple of quick phone calls, each lasting only a few seconds then she smiled as she turned to me. "So, what treatment has Doctor Jack been giving my patient to make her look so rosy?" Her brown eyes twinkled and she chuckled as I shrugged and looked embarrassed. "Sorry Jack, I can guess. How did you meet?"

Again I was hesitant but before I could answer Sarah came in fastening the hospital gown. She must have heard Mary's last question. "I accosted him in the park! Poor old sod was wandering along looking much too happy and I thought I'd spoil his day!" Sarah said as she sat beside me reaching for my hand and squeezing it.

"How intriguing!" Mary leaned back smiling. 

Some men go for legs, some for breasts; personally, it's a woman's face that first attracts my attention. Mary's was one of those which could light up any dull room. She must have been about the same age as Sarah and wore a wedding ring. Mary turned to me as she continued "Poor chap, didn't stand a chance eh? And now she's dragged you down here for a fun day."

"I'll tell you later," said Sarah. "Did you want to look at the damage you did to me?" She drew her hand down the flat side of her chest.

"Sure, but that's not been giving you any trouble, has it?" enquired Mary. She moved to stand in front of Sarah. "You sure you're OK with Jack staying?"

Sarah nodded and smiled at me. I returned her smile and watched as Mary drew Sarah to her feet and opened the gown, pulling one arm free of the sleeve. Mary's broad hands ran quickly over the scar, her smile now gone and a professional face studying the skin and flesh I adored. She felt under Sarah's armpit. "No discomfort here?" Her hands moved quickly and while she felt for whatever specialists feel for she flicked her eyes to Sarah's face to check for any reaction. I watched as her hands moved to Sarah's breast, again more hand/eye co-ordination. Mary helped Sarah's arm back into the gown.

"Any trouble sleeping?" Sarah shook her head and smiled in my direction. Mary made a couple of notes on her pad.

"How about toilet and bowels, any difficulties?" Sarah gave another negative shake of her head. As Mary jotted another hieroglyphic on her pad there was a knock at the door, a nurse's head appeared.

"All ready for you Mary. Do you want a wheelchair?" The nurse asked as she came in. Mary looked towards Sarah enquiringly, both shook their heads.

Mary suggested that I might prefer to sit in the waiting room saying she would be back in a couple of minutes and we would go for a coffee. 

A short while later Mary walked me briskly out of the hospital and across the adjacent park towards a café. As we strode she said "Sorry about the rush but I needed to make myself scarce before anyone saw me and gave me more work. It is my day off after all!"

We found an outside table in the sunshine filtered through the leaves of a huge Plane tree. The coffee was good and Mary's eyes were intriguing. Under the hospital lighting they seemed dark and glossy; here in the daylight they were lighter with flecks of gold. "OK, what's with the eye thing, Jack?" she asked with a smile.

"Sorry Mary. Your eyes are fascinating; almost like liquid caramel toffee with shards of golden barley sugar."

"Blimey, you know how to turn a girl on don't you!" Laughing, she put her cup back on the table before she spilled any more. "Jack, I can't wait till you get round to comparing the rest of me to your larder." Her full breasts were wobbling like a couple of blancmanges on a summer's day. 

We calmed down and sipped the coffee. "How long have you known Sarah?" Mary enquired quietly.

"Only a matter of days Mary, we met just under a week ago."

"How was she when you first saw her?"

I paused. "Not good. I guess I may use words which have a specific medical meaning but you'll appreciate that they are used by a layman." Mary nodded. "At first I wondered whether she might be bi-polar. Her intensity in those first few minutes reminded me of someone I knew with the condition. There was the same concentrated pursuit of a single subject. But once Sarah got over saying what she had to say and realised that I wasn't about to run away or laugh out loud she relaxed."

"Can you tell me what she said?" asked Mary.

"Sorry Mary but it was nothing to do with her illness. It certainly got my attention but if she wants you to know it would be best for her to tell, OK?" Mary nodded with a wry smile.

"Physically she looked in a poor state. Much too thin; definitely lacking confidence and rather pale." I paused to sip the coffee. Mary waited patiently. "Once I began to respond she perked up. Maybe she hasn't had much opportunity for conversation lately but her eyes came to life. I must have helped a bit as she returned to the park again the next day."

"Why did she come back?" Mary asked, flashing those lustrous eyes.

"I said I would be there if she wanted to talk again." I recalled my surprise at what Sarah revealed that second day!

"Jack, you are smiling a sort of secret smile and I bet you're not going to tell me why!"

I grinned and nodded "You win the bet Mary!" I swallowed the last of my coffee and continued. "Sarah was a changed woman. Her posture was confident, even buoyant. Her eyes sparkled, she still looked way too skinny but at least there was energy in her body which hadn't been there the day before."

"Why was that?" Mary enquired, probably not expecting an answer.

"She had considered what we discussed and had taken action towards overcoming her little problem." I paused and gazed deeply into Mary's eyes. She gazed back then looked away, embarrassed. "I hope your husband tells you what beautiful eyes you have Mary."

"Cheeky bugger!" Mary exclaimed, blushing. "Of course he does, every time he wants to buy a new car!" She laughed. "That's almost once every other year!"

She shook her head and continued "How has Sarah been since then?"

"She has been vibrant, a joy to be around." I hesitated, deciding how far to go. "In fact I have been amazed at her stamina and energy. I guess this isn't what you expected based on the test results?"

Mary nodded and looked at her watch. "Plenty of time but let's just walk the long way back."

After a couple of minutes into our stroll Mary steered us to a park bench and sat down. "Jack, there's no easy way to say this but I've never known the tests to be out by more than an odd point or two. If the same results come up today we have a serious problem." Mary paused looking hard into my eyes. "I'm really sorry but you have to be prepared for bad news."

"So, if we get similar results what are you saying?"

"If they are anywhere near the same we have to believe that the cancer has spread considerably. There are potential treatments but . . " Mary tailed off, watching my face.

We were silent for a while. Just as I was about to speak my mobile phone rang, I saw June's number and answered. She asked if she could come to the hospital.

"Yes June, it would be good to have you here. I'm in the park at the moment with Mary, Sarah's consultant. The results aren't due for a little while, why not join us here." June agreed and I gave her directions.

"That was Sarah's sister, she will be here soon."

Mary nodded. "You were on the verge of asking something when your phone rang," she said quietly.

"Sorry Mary. I suppose everyone asks this, but what are the prospects, with and without treatment?"

"Not good either way; in fact probably little difference when it comes down to it. Sorry Jack."

"How long?" I asked.

Mary shrugged. "Not long, rapid descent once the organs begin their shutdown."

"Months, weeks, days?"

"Most likely weeks, but sometimes more, sometimes less."

I was stunned, shell-shocked. My meagre breakfast was threatening to make a re-appearance.

"Sorry Jack, you have to make the most of whatever time there might be." Mary closed her strong arms around my slumped shoulders.

"Bloody hell Jack, we leave you alone for five minutes and you're in another woman's arms!" I looked up to see a flurry of red coat approaching fast.

"You must be June," said Mary offering her hand. "I'm Mary, Sarah's consultant. Come and sit down please." It was an instruction rather than an invitation.

June could now see my distress. She took my hand as she sat close. Looking from me to Mary she asked "Is there bad news?"

Mary related the same dismal prospects and I realised that she probably had to go through this process almost every day.

June slumped and it was my turn to do the comforting arm thing. After a few sobs she hammered her fist against my chest "Why Jack, why? She's been through so much she deserves more than this." Her anger vented she slumped again against my chest while I stroked and patted her back.

"Maybe the test results will be better than we expect. Sarah certainly looks so much healthier. Let's go back and see how it's going." Mary was in charge again.

As we walked she said "Perhaps I should talk to Sarah first. If she sees you two she will pick up on your distress. Give me your phone number Jack. I'll call or text when I've seen the results and talked to Sarah." Mary keyed in my details and continued "Listen, it will be at least an hour before the results are analysed. Then I need to talk things over with Sarah. Can you wander round town or something?"

June and I nodded and stood silently watching Mary bustle down the path towards the hospital. Neither of us moved until Mary had long disappeared from view. June eased away and murmured "I don't know about you but I feel rather numb Jack."

"Me too," I said. "I want to shout and rage at something or somebody but it wouldn't do any good. On the other hand neither will bottling it up."

"You're right Jack. Come on we need to do something physical to get outside of our heads." June pulled my hand and started walking. "Let's walk, let's walk vigorously to get our blood circulating and work our bodies instead of our minds for a while."

June had a surprising turn of speed! She almost dragged me along in the wake of her flying red coat. Her tactic was working. The grey fog in my brain had turned to a red mist as I fought for oxygen to feed my muscles.

As I panted behind I could see that we were approaching the far end where the path curved back to return on the other side of the park or exit onto the road. I was relieved to find that my engine driver took the curve at a gentler pace, then surprised as she veered off under some trees and into the bushes!

June twirled me around and pressed me against a tree, she must have been busy with her other hand as we jogged along the path as her chest was bare under her coat. She rapidly undid my shirt buttons then plastered her naked breasts against my heaving bare chest and kissed me hard.

I couldn't resist her passion. The kiss was ferocious and all-devouring. Her breasts were rubbing and grinding against me. Our hearts were thundering close to each other. My arms encircled her under the coat and beneath her unfastened blouse. Her skin was hot, slightly damp from the exercise and very erotic. Her hands found my belt, the trouser clip and the zip and my legs felt fresh air as she pushed everything to my ankles.

"Fuck me Jack! Shag me into the middle of next week." As she spoke she lifted her dress and pulled my erect cock inside her panties. There was no way I could enter her in this position so I pushed her coat off her shoulders, draped it over a pile of leaves and watched June drop onto it.

"Quickly Jack!" She again tugged my old man towards her, then pushing her panties to one side pressed him into her eager vagina. As I thrust forward she rolled the sides of her panties down below the cheeks of her bottom. I was caught up in her urgency; the only thing in my addled brain at that moment was to screw this gorgeous woman as hard as she desired.

June opened her legs and drew her knees alongside her heaving breasts. I pumped, she gasped. "Faster Jack, harder Jack," she chanted. I got into a frantic rhythm and watched enthralled as her swinging tits described circles in opposite directions. It was like a hypnotic device! At the peak of my inward lunge her nipples pointed outwards as I withdrew they swung round to the centre. I was mesmerised! As I got faster and the circling became more frantic I could sense my impending completion. June was already arriving. Knowing that she might become noisy I slowed, leaned forward and kissed her hard. Her arms wrapped tight around my neck as she screamed into my mouth. The resonations reverberated through my chest. 

Slowly she subsided, still breathing hard. Her eyes burst open "Jack, you haven't cum!" Her hips ground tighter against me and she moved her clutching fingers to my buttocks and proceeded to pull me deeper into her body.

She was right, my cock was still hard and although I had felt the surge of pleasure I couldn't recall any ejaculation. I wondered if maybe my juice was all used up? But why worry, if I was still erect maybe I could keep going. So I did! I started gently. June moaned and pressed against me. I slowly picked up speed. June's pussy was dripping but she was clenching as hard as she could. Her sensations drove her into overload again as I pounded her body into spasms of delight. Again I felt the tingly rise and pressing hard inside her I pulled her face into another kiss to stifle her lusty screams. She came even harder, jerked her hips violently against mine then she passed out!

As June lay there, limp and panting I was surprised again that my cock had not shrunk! Just to make sure I started to pull out and found that I actually couldn't move very far. I tried again but as I pulled back June's body followed mine, but she was still in her faint so it wasn't a voluntary motion on her part.

Leaning up on one arm I ran a hand between us. I couldn't help laughing! June's panties were still around her upper thighs but somehow the flimsy material had wrapped tightly around the base of my penis! We had accidentally formed a cock ring! I had heard about such things being used especially to assist with erectile dysfunction. Well, the system worked for me -- I still had a respectable hard-on!

"Why are you laughing?" June mumbled as she revived. "Stop moving Jack. Fuck, you're still hard! Please pull it out please I can't take any more. Stop laughing you bastard! Oh God you're sending me off again."

My laughing was causing my cock to vibrate inside June. She was quivering uncontrollably. The harder I tried to get out of the binding the more June reacted. The apparently flimsy material seemed impossible to break using my fingers. The only solution appeared to be to move the tightly clinging sides down June's legs, that way my cock could get free. June couldn't assist as she was just a quivering wreck. Unaware of the problem she was focussed on her ever-mounting pleasure overload. I was beginning to worry about people finding us -- what a story in the local paper! I had to get free.




Gentle On My Mind Ch. 05



I found that I could push down one side about a centimetre, then the other. After several such 'shuffles' my cock plopped free. Still in the fortuitous binding it stood proud, bouncing eagerly on June's damp pubic hair.. June gave a mighty sigh of relief.

"Jack," she gasped, "That was the most amazing fuck of my life!"

I shushed her as I could hear people on the path. I just hoped they didn't have an inquisitive dog. Their footsteps died away.

"Jack, you've still got a bloody great hard-on! Why have you got my knickers tied round it?" By now my shuffling had got me between her knees and the whole contraption was becoming less tight. I pulled one of her legs free, then the other. I still wore my black lacy 'cock ring'!

June flopped back onto her coat mumbling "Jack I'm totally shagged out! What a hero you are, I've never had such a mind-blowing experience."

I was still chuckling as I tried to free my erection from the constricted binding. It was a tightly twisted knot which I eventually loosened. By then June was giggling too. She lay there virtually naked in a public park sniggering helplessly at my ridiculous plight. What a relief when the panties finally gave way, my proud pecker dwindled immediately to his normal sulky self.

"Come on June we'd better get dressed. I'm afraid your panties are a bit screwed, can you manage without?"

"Screwed? That's the way I feel too lover-man! But I feel so bloody great I could walk naked through the park!"

"Maybe not the best idea darling, My old fella might even get interested again and I don't think you are ready for another round of that, do you?"

"No sir, in fact not again for the rest of today thank you. OK, superman where is everything?"

I passed her the errant panties and had just pulled up my underwear and trousers when my phone pinged. There was a text from Mary. The results were available. She was about to talk to Sarah, could we be back in half-an-hour? I responded and relayed the information to June.

We were both brought back to the real world with a bump. Dressed as best we could we crept out of the undergrowth and down the path towards the hospital holding hands.

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To be continued



Gentle On My Mind



"Thank you, that has certainly helped." She looked thoughtful and quickly glanced behind our seat. There was nothing but a huge evergreen tree which spread almost around the sides of the seat. She looked up and down the path then stood. She pressed my knees together. I thought she probably wanted to sit on my lap again but she then, facing me, placed her legs either side of mine, holding my knees tight together.

She looked into my face with a subtle smile. "You were very rude about my tights yesterday, remember?" I nodded, wondering what was coming. She opened the bottom button of her coat then slowly worked her way up, keeping her eyes confidently on mine. The coat was still closed when the last button was undone. I saw a brief flicker of hesitation in her face and signs of nervousness in her fingers. She quickly looked up and down the path then opened her coat to reveal that she was wearing stockings -- and nothing else!

I gasped, she was virtually naked and very beautiful. She quickly looked up and down the path then swept the coat back and repeated her hands on hips pose. I was stunned!

"Beautiful, breathtakingly, exquisitely, perfectly gorgeous," I said shaking my head with disbelief.

"Except for my . ." she started, holding a hand to her chest.

"Shhh. Except for nothing!" I interrupted. "Believe me your body is perfect. Everything is exquisite. I could adore your body for hours, I feel so privileged that you trusted me to be the first to see you naked. I will never forget this moment." I was still soaking in the unexpected sight before me.

Glancing up the path she spotted a dog-walker approaching in the distance. She casually folded the coat across her lovely body without doing up any buttons and calmly moved to sit close alongside me.

I put an arm around her shoulders. "How do you feel now?" I asked.

"Excited, liberated and so grateful to you for creating the opportunity!"

"You sat there, gorgeously naked under your coat listening to me babble on . . you really are amazing!"

She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling "Thank you. No-one has ever called me amazing before. No-one has told me I was those other lovely things you said before either."

"I meant every word. I can't wait to see you again, maybe somewhere less public."

She dug an elbow in my ribs. "You might have a heart attack, you dirty old man!" she said grinning happily.

"I'm a very proud and privileged dirty old man, I can tell you. Proud of you for what you have achieved in exactly 24 hours and privileged to have been of assistance."

She hugged closer and lifted the flap of her coat an inch. "Can you remember which is the lucky side?" she giggled.

"Beautiful lady, I can promise you that both are lucky sides and I adore them equally." My hand slid inside and deliberately found her scar. She appeared alarmed but I held her firm and said "This side is just as gorgeous. It is still you, still perfect." I caressed along the scar and over the vacant area of her chest. "You must have been so brave to go through with losing such an important part of yourself."

She murmured "It was necessary at the time. You are the first non-medical person to see or touch it. Are you sure . ."

I cut her off with a kiss. As I did so my hand slid across to her breast, the nipple was rock hard -- just like my cock. I caressed her breast and tweaked the nipple then returned and stroked the scar side kissing her harder as I did. My hand moved from one side to the other and I could feel her excitement mounting. I broke off the kiss and listened to her hard breathing.

"Oh, God," she panted. "I never knew just touching and kissing could be so wonderful. Please don't stop." She pulled my head to hers and thrust an inexperienced tongue between my lips. The kissing and caressing continued as her excitement mounted. Suddenly she broke off the kiss and buried her head in my shoulder. "Oh God, Oh God I think you've done it. I think I climaxed and, oh God, I'm wetting myself."

Looking around I could see that no-one was near so I pulled her round the seat and into the den formed by the huge fir tree. "Are you OK?" She nodded weakly.

I got her to lean back against the tree and parted her legs. She watched transfixed as I knelt before her and nuzzled her thighs apart. I placed my mouth gently over her pubic mound. She tried to speak but nothing came out. I eased my face down and my tongue found her pussy lips, already wet and aroused. Teasing her labia open brought whimpers from her and when my tongue explored her inner crack she almost choked. I quickly searched out her clitoris and woke it with a gentle smear of my tongue. She was quivering now, hardly able to stand. She leaned forward and put her hands on my back as I fanned her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her quivering increased and she stifled a scream. I drew her clit gently between my lips and waited while she bucked and throbbed her way through her first real shuddering orgasm.

Her juices were really flowing now. I supported her weight on her thighs and got my mouth under her cunt and lapped up her nectar. She continued to jerk every time my tongue collected more juice. As the flow slowed she calmed but was raggedly breathless. I stood and held her, my arms inside her coat around her naked body. I just held her whispering how beautiful and sensuous she was into her ear. Eventually she took a couple of deep breaths and tried to put her full weight on her feet but I still held her in my arms.

"That was amazing. Unbelievable that only 24 hours ago I told you I had never had an orgasm and you have sent me into oblivion to find that unbelievably mind-blowing one. It was so amazing and it's still washing through me. What a gorgeous experience. I hope it never stops! Thank you stranger. Thank you."

She kissed me, our tongues dancing and teasing. She pulled away licking her lips. "That's me; I mean that's my . er . pussy juice isn't it." I nodded and she came back for more. "I could get addicted to this. I can't believe I am almost naked in a public park tasting my own sex juices from a man I hardly know." I nodded again and she pulled in for another kiss, my hands stroked her silky back and came to rest on her tight little buttocks. I really wanted to go further but I reckoned she had probably experienced enough high octane pleasure for her first time. I pulled my hands around to the front and placed them on her chest softly caressing both areas. Leaning down I kissed her scar, she brought her hands behind my head. I moved over and took her nipple between my lips and flicked it with my tongue she pulled my head tight against her tiny breast. After a few minutes we both relaxed. I leaned back and looked into her eyes.

"I guess that was a bit of a surprise for you!" I said and she laughed, nodding. I continued "I think we should get you safely home. Can I see you to your car?" She nodded again and slowly started doing up her coat.

"I really enjoyed showing myself naked to you. I was so excited just standing while you looked at me. Thank you for being so kind and understanding." She almost had tears in her eyes as she spoke.

When she was ready I peered through the tree. It all seemed clear so we stepped out and started strolling slowly towards the exit. She stopped. "Only yesterday I accosted you on this spot and laid my problems on you. Thank you for sympathetic ear and . . er . . everything."

When we reached the car she unlocked it and I opened the door for her. As she hitched her coat and swung her legs in I caught a glimpse of her damp pussy, she saw me looking. "Like the view Mister?" she teased.

"Definitely," I responded. "Can I sit with you for a few minutes? There's something I want to share with you." Her eyebrows shot up. Before she could say anything I continued "No, no more touching today, but if I could sit in for a few moments?" She responded by leaning over to unlock the passenger door.

I settled into the seat and closed the door. "I realise that this has been a day of most unusual and unexpected events." I looked up and she nodded, smiling. "I want to share something with you that I have never shared with anyone before. No, that's not quite true, I actually share it with the world but no-one I actually know is aware of this -- that's better." She nodded, intrigued. "I am a writer." I paused, she nodded again looking interested. "I write erotic stories and post them on the internet." She looked stunned. I waited then whispered "Sorry, was that too much of a surprise?"

She nodded, then shook her head. "I don't know. I've never met a writer of anything before. I'm just trying to get my brain round it. So what, you make up sexy tales or something?"

"Well not quite," I paused. "Most of my stories are based on what has happened to me or those near me. I am much more interested in drawing the characters and understanding why they do things rather than getting them to perform various antics on every page."

"So will today be in a story?"

"It could be, but only if it develops into something with more depth. Do you understand?"

"I think so," she held the steering wheel tightly. "Can I read some of your work?"

I pulled the piece of paper I had prepared with the URL of my "Well I Never!" story. "I decided last night that I might do this if you appeared interested. Here, try this one. It's basically true and I only feature at the end, then you'll know my name, email address and quite a bit about me!"

She slipped the note into her pocket. "Now mister, my bum is soaking wet! I need to get home to wash this coat and shower before I go online to sample your sordid tale of goings on. I'll try to email you later, OK?"

I leaned over and pecked her cheek. She grabbed me "Not so fast Mister writer! I get more than a peck now that we've been orgasmically introduced and she planted her lips on mine with an urgency I hadn't expected. After a minute she let go and started the engine. I climbed out and watched her drive slowly away.

At home I changed into my gardening clothes and went out to do my second favourite thing!

A couple of hours of weeding and compost turning and I was ready for my shower. As I rubbed my hair dry I switched on the PC and waited for the email program to load. Nothing from my new friend. I returned to the bathroom to tidy up and brush my hair into some sort of order. With a pot of tea and a few biscuits beside me I returned to the computer, still nothing from her. Ah well, it's a long story to read in one go I thought.

Later I cooked a simple supper of steamed salmon and fresh pasta with vegetables straight from the garden. As I cleared away I heard the faraway ding of an incoming email. This time there was a message from a new address -- I hoped she had written. Yes, it was Sarah -- now 'she' had a name. The message had just one line -- 'Tell me your phone number or else'!

I replied with the number. Within seconds the phone was ringing, I picked it and whispered "Hello".

"You bastard; you're not really a writer you're a bloody magician!" I opened my mouth to respond but she continued unabated. "That story had me flooding my pussy again with more orgasms and brought tears to my eyes at the dénouement. How dare you do that to me?" Again my mouth flapped open to reply but too late. "How dare you do that to me without being here to kiss me better? Come here now, immediately if not sooner, do you hear me?"

"Er, yes with pleasure but I don't have your address yet . ."

"Check your email Mister and don't wear any clothes. It's my turn to see what you've got!" The line was disconnected.

Returning the phone to its cradle I shook my head. This reaction wasn't quite what I expected but what the hell, let's go for it! I stripped off and pulled on a long raincoat that hadn't been worn in ages. Sarah's address was less than a mile away. Should I walk, ride my bike or take the car? The bike option seemed best and I had an interesting ten minutes riding bareback through the village.

The door was ajar as I arrived. I pushed it open calling "Sarah". 

A voice floated down from upstairs demanding "Shut the bloody door and come up here now."

Obedient as ever, I closed the door and slipped the catch. There were pegs with coats alongside the door so I hung up the raincoat and slipped off my shoes then headed for the stairs completely in the buff. The strange situation had got to me and my half erect cock slapped from side to side as I climbed the stairs. Watching where my bare feet were going as there was not much light I was unaware that Sarah was at the top of the stairs, also naked, watching my careful approach.

She gave me as big a hug as a skinny girl can; then, holding my now-firm penis, she drew me to her bedroom. "Lay down Jack, you've done looking at me it's my turn to look at you now." She leaned over me and kissed my lips once I was comfortable, her breast just touching my chest. She kissed her way around my face murmuring as she progressed, her breast deliberately stroking its way as she moved. When she reached my ear she slipped a tongue inside then blew on the wet skin, giggling like a schoolgirl. I laughed and reached for her but she slapped my hand away. "No touching Mister, you will only distract me!"

Her detailed examination went down my chest her nails scratching around my nipples. She caressed her way across my belly and around my hip, by-passing my groin, to my feet. She knelt between my feet and stroked with one hand inside leg all the way up to my balls. She paused as she adjusted her position to snuggle between my knees. Her fingers lightly held my balls as she weighed one against the other as though she was trying to judge a biggest vegetable! By now my cock was completely rigid; she transferred her attention to it lightly running her delicate fingers along its length. Then she teased the rim and wrapped one hand gently around it, isolating the purple head. I watched as she explored, measured, caressed up and down my length. Sarah was in a world of her own as she took her time to ensure that she knew every millimetre of my erection. She moved her mouth close and gently blew across the tip. "Jack, I like your name by the way. Jack I want to take him in my mouth but I am desperate to have you inside my pussy, should I wait till another time?"

I nodded, not entirely capable of coherent speech at that moment. She crawled up my body and lay on top. She raised herself on her elbows and looked down at me. "I loved your story Jack. Is Harry really your son?"

I stroked her hair. "Yes, he is. I'm sorry if it made you cry but it really is a happy story, a very happy love story. I wrote more chapters but haven't submitted them yet as there was so little interest in it so far. Maybe it's OK as it is."

"Jack, one of the things I really liked was the proper use of words." She noticed my quizzical eyebrow-raised response. "Like before I read your story I would have said 'are you ready to do it now' instead of what I really mean -- 'Please fuck my throbbing cunt'."

I laughed and rolled her over. "I didn't realise I was writing an instruction manual!" I knelt between her legs and with my hands beneath her bottom raised her pussy up to mouth level with her legs over my shoulders. I could watch her reaction and she could see my face buried into her precious centre. She gasped as I wriggled my face into the warm joining of her legs. Within a minute she was groaning and thrusting up at me. I let her bottom down onto the bed and slid a finger into her vagina. She cried "Yes Jack, yes Jack."

She screamed when I found her sensitive G-spot. I started a rhythmic caressing with the tip of my finger whilst my tongue flashed around the rest of her delicious pussy. As she settled into the rhythm I revealed her clitoris and gently blew on it. She shuddered and thrust her hips into my face. "More Jack, just there please."

How could a gent refuse such a demand? Her clitoris seemed larger than it had earlier and it was just as sensitive. Within seconds Sarah was writhing, thrusting, squealing and slamming her legs around my head. Soon she could take no more and I gently let her relax into a post-orgasmic haze.

As she drifted back from her orgasm I shuffle my knees further between her thighs and gently dipped the tip of my aching prick into her juices. I slowly drew the head up and down, up and down.

Sarah perked up "Enough with the 'take aim' routine, Jack. Surely you know where that's got to go by now!"

I laughed and pulled two pillows and propped her head up. "I want you to watch this Sarah. You should see my cock disappear into your sweet body. See it, feel it, hear it, smell it and maybe taste it! Are you ready?" She was straining but had a good view as I held the tip against her pulsing hole and eased slowly in. I watched her face as I slowly entered her cunt; that was almost as much pleasure as feeling my cock slide onto her for the first time. She was a perfect fit, tight but slippery, it felt wonderful. When I was fully embedded I murmured "Did you like that Sarah?"

"Yes Jack, it was the most wonderful sight and feeling since this afternoon when you devoured my innocent pussy!" As we both laughed fresh feelings rippled through us both. "Oh Jack, just stay there I want to try to explore your penis with my pussy, OK?"

I held as still as possible while she tried out various internal muscles, gradually finding the ones to touch my hard flesh. She did this silently with great concentration; her eyes were tight closed as she felt around for some useful part of her body to tease my penis. In due course she became exhausted and her concentration lapsed. Her eyes opened. "Jack, that was amazing, I didn't know I could do that. Could you feel me exploring your big cock?"

My knees were aching so I shifted my position making my penis press harder against her inner walls. "Yes, I could feel you. I was very impressed. I'm just going to rock and roll, you'll like this I think." Holding myself deep inside her I pressed my pubic bone to hers then relaxed. Each time I shifted the angle a couple of degrees so I touched new parts without bringing myself to climax. Sarah on the other hand was moving to a peak, her chest flushed pink and she pressed her hips hard against me then she quivered violently and subsided. I could feel juices flowing from her onto my balls. I reached down and spread her moisture onto her clitoris. Bang another instant peak for Sarah. As the moisture was running down her crack I eased her body up with my cock and felt around for her anus. The juices were dribbling passed it so I collected some and softly wiped my finger around the area. Sara's eyes flew open.

"Jack, that's my . ."

"Yes?" I queried.

"You know, you filthy bastard. You've got your finger up my arse!"

I slid it out, collected more juice then slid in again.

"Jack. That's not funny, that's . .oh God . . that's nice!"

I repeated the juicing and probing, she continued moaning.

"Jack you've got your cock in my cunt and your finger up my arse, what's next?"

"We could try it the other way round if you like." I suggested.

"Not bloody likely Mister I want your hot spunk deep in my pussy and don't you forget it!"

"Yes, ma'am. At your majesty's service."

"But not yet please Jack. This is sheer bliss and I don't want it to end yet, please Jack." As she pleaded she again flexed her newly discovered vaginal muscles around my cock.

"God, Sarah if you carry on with that internal cock-sucking I won't last long!"

"OK. Can I try that 'sitting in your lap' position?"

I leaned forward, "Put your arms round my neck and hang on." Then I slowly lifted her until we were face to face; actually mouth to mouth as she immediately saw the benefit of this position! She adjusted her knees and pressed her bottom harder into my groin.




Gentle On My Mind



"Fuck Jack; that's gone even deeper. Sorry I've never used this language before but it seems so appropriate in the circumstances." I grinned and kissed her deeply. She was trying out her internal locators as we kissed and started humming happily. I tried naming the 1953 winning cup final team in my head but her pressures and rippling along my cock were obliterating all other thought.

"Sarah, I got to . ."

I rolled her onto her back and started elemental thrusting, she lifted her bottom and my hips went slap, slap, slap as I drove deep, deeper and finally deepest into her body to release my sperm. Her new-found powers pulled at my cock, milking it, sucking out every drop. She held me there, both gasping for breath.

"Jack, that was awesome, fucking awesome. I felt your release, I came as well, wasn't that brilliant!" She was like a little girl but so adorable. She started to move but I stopped her. 

"Don't pull it out, just roll sideways and I can stay with you for a while. We can spoon, would you like that?"

"Anything lover, it's all so new for me. I want to try everything, experience everything."

As we lay there I could feel my cock shrinking but I managed to hold it just inside Sarah's flowing pussy. I whispered in her ear "Do you realise you've had my cock inside you for over an hour?"

"I want to keep it forever, would you mind?"

"It's all yours to do with as you wish my love!"

She eased her bottom back, trying to get more inside. It seemed unlikely to me so I left her to it and caressed her breast and her scar alternately.

"Jack, can we do this again?"

"I'd love to but it might take quite a while to get my strength back." I breathed in her ear.

"No, I mean on another day. Like when we are both fresh and ready."

"That sounds good to me. Will I see you in the park tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yes, but why not stay the night and we can go together?"

"That sounds very tempting, Sarah. Are you sure you want an old man snoring in your bed? By the way, I have no clothes so maybe I should sneak off in the dark!"

"Snoring I could get used to, I might even do some of my own after this eventful day. In the meantime I'm going to shower, what about you Mister writer?" She ignored my garment-less plight.

The shower was over the bath so there was plenty of splashing space for two. Sarah looked even more fragile in the shower, her hair plastered down and her thin body dripping wet. Still she was sexy, sponge in hand she washed my groin and was delighted to find a tiny spark of interest when she toyed with my flagging penis.

"Jack, if I can get you hard will you make love again?"

"Absolutely, my precious. Have you ever done it twice in the same day?"

"I was lucky if I got it twice in the same week, but then as I didn't particularly enjoy it perhaps lucky isn't the right word."

As Sarah fondled my cock I played with her breast and ran a hand down to her bottom. With a soapy finger I circled her anus. She bent slightly; I'm not sure whether to give me access or to get a better view of my engorging prick. The result was that my finger slid inside. I held it steady while she moved against me. Her fingers were trying to revive my old dick back to life, without much success but to my great pleasure.

She gave up, "Sorry Jack, he seems well spent today, but he'd better be good and ready tomorrow!"

"Thanks for trying Sarah; I greatly enjoyed your tender ministrations. Is that the longest you've held a cock?"

"I guess so, I would have kept going but the hot water is running out and I don't think a cold shower would improve my chances of getting him up again, do you?" She grinned, turned off the shower and we climbed out of the bathtub.

"Jack, there's some clothes of George's in the wardrobe if you want to stay over and use them to face the world in the morning." She peered out from her bath-towel inquisitively.

"I'd love to stay," I said, rubbing myself dry. "Any chance of a sandwich -- I'm starving!"

"Can't have you wasting away lover, come in the kitchen and let's see what there is." Sarah wrapped a towel around herself so I did the same.

In the kitchen she bustled around and soon there were cold beef sandwiches and tomatoes on a tray with two steaming mugs of coffee. Sarah left the kitchen saying, "Bring the tray please Jack." 

I followed with the tray and we settled in her cosy lounge. She closed the curtains and lit some candles, then turned out most of the lights. Turning to face me she dropped her towel. "You too, follow your hostess's example, please!"

She folded her towel next to a low table and sat cross-legged on the floor, looking up for me to follow suit. I did the same, but sat on my feet, my knees almost touching Sarah's folded feet.

We ate the sandwiches slowly, watching each other quietly. Her eyes seemed a deeper blue, I wondered if orgasms did that or maybe it was the candle light! Her body was glowing and she looked beautiful.

"What are you thinking about Jack?" she enquired and she munched her second sandwich.

I smiled. "Well actually I wondered if your orgasms made your eyes a deeper blue!"

Sara smiled. "I think my orgasms were amazing. So many brilliant sensations exploding all over my body. Arousal was everywhere, right from my toes to the tips of my fingers. I even felt my 'other' nipple was on fire as much as this one." She caressed the hard flesh and closed her eyes.

"I'm so grateful Jack. You were wonderful, even for an old man" she laughed. "You know I don't mean that. You were just fabulous and I can't wait to do it again." She looked down at her pussy, "Do you think I should cut my pubic hair?"

"I think it's all a personal choice Sarah. If you shave it off, you'll need to shave regularly or it will get uncomfortable. I prefer your pussy just as it is, it's you, it's yours and I feel privileged to share it."

She reached over and stroked my cheek. "You're such a kind man Jack. But what about when you put your mouth down there, don't you mind the hair?"

"No, I really don't, after all what's a pussy with no fur? My preference is to keep it. What about mine, do you think I should trim it back?"

Sarah looked down at my ginger jungle. "Maybe a little trim here and there but nothing drastic. Can I do it in the morning? Would you mind?" Her eyes were bright and shiny, how could I refuse?

"OK, it's a date."

"Jack, I'm so sorry, I'm assuming a lot. Is there anyone else who might notice? I mean . . I'm being rather possessive aren't I?"

"No problem, Sarah. No one else has seen or touched that patch for ages. If you are doing me the favour of fondling my parts you should at least have the honour of making them more acceptable to your fingers, mouth and pussy."

"Thank you Jack." Sarah moved and sat straddled across my lap. She kissed me, we both tasted of coffee!

"Jack, I don't want to worry you but I think your old man just poked my bum!"

"You see what effect you have on me. Two beef sandwiches with mustard while sitting eye to eye with your pussy and he gets interested all over again! What is this world coming to!"

"Can I have him please Jack? Will he fuck me again, please Jack?"

"Since you ask so nicely and since you have the most adorable cunt in the world I think you stand a good chance of your wish coming true." I said as I lifted her onto the settee so that I could get my mouth onto her delicious pussy.

Her feet were on my back as I kissed all around. Sarah moaned "Jack -- lick me, fuck me, fill me." I started to obey her first command. I ran my tongue around her anus and she gasped. I probed gently and found my tongue penetrating. I gently 'fucked' her with my stiff tongue and she writhed and wriggled. Then I drew my tongue along the full length of her vagina stopping with my lips around her clitoris. She gasped and trembled.

"Yes Jack, please Jack, suck it Jack, fuck it Jack!"

I concentrated on her clit bringing her to a squealing climax. As she subsided from the high I lifted her and turned her around so that she was facing the settee with her upper body resting on the seat.

I licked her anus again, just as a tease and slid two fingers into her juicy cunt to caress her g-spot. After arousing her to another peak I withdrew my fingers and transferred the juice on then to my now fully erect cock. I kissed my way up her back until my penis brushed her bottom then I leaned back and pressed gently between her pussy lips where she almost sucked me deep inside.

Sarah sighed deeply. "Perfect Jack, please just hold still a minute and let me play with him. I like that a lot"

While Sarah exercised her new-found muscles I caressed her back in a slow delicate circular massage. After a while, as she started a rhythmic gripping and releasing. I softly stroked one hand from the back of her neck to her anus. As one hand reached and touched that hole the other hand started at her neck so she would have felt a continuous slow caress. She synchronised her gripping with my strokes then suddenly she broke out in goose bumps and her whole body vibrated. As she shuddered through a new climax her anus relaxed against my touching finger and it slipped in to be gripped tight in a possessive hug.

As she finished quivering she murmured "Bloody hell Jack, that was the very best and your cock is still hard. You haven't come yet. Just wait a minute you lovely man."

I held still, my finger still trapped. Suddenly it was released and Sarah backed towards me dropping into my lap with my dick still lodged deep inside her. I reached around and caressed her breast. She turned her head so we could kiss, then she broke off and whispered. "Ok Jack, that was truly amazing. I thought all my other orgasms were fabulous but you just hit a mighty jackpot with that one. Thank you, thank you, and thank you."

With one hand holding her breast and the other wrapped around her waist I nuzzled little kisses into the back of her neck.

"Jack, Jack, Jack!" She screamed. "Fucking beautiful Jack, I'm coming again." Sarah quivered again and bounced a vigorous jig on my cock before subsiding back against me, her body sweating.

It was several minutes before Sarah revived; I just held her and kissed her gently.

As she came back to life she again gripped my cock with her pussy. "Jack, you're still hard what a magnificent stud you are!" She licked her lips and I realised she needed a drink. 

"Shall I get you some water?" I asked.

"Only if I can keep your penis in my pussy!" she replied.

"OK, listen. If I lean back you can turn round on my little spindle." She laughed and we managed the manoeuvre. I leaned forward and we kissed, her lips were very dry. "Now I'm going to ease myself upright, you will have to wrap your legs around me and hang on tight." She nodded and her legs gripped around my waist. I got up to my knees and she held on smiling softly as my cock jiggled inside her hot pussy. I raised one leg and then eased up the other until I was upright. Sarah giggled but held on ferociously, her arms clinging tightly around my neck.

We made it easily to the kitchen with Sarah stuck limpet-like to me. I found two glasses and filled both. Perching Sarah's bottom on the table I offered her a glass, she drained it! I gave her the other and she sipped it gratefully. "Yes, I needed that Jack. Thanks a lot, but what about you?"

"Hang on baby, time for a refill!" I said as I swung back to the sink to fill the empty glass. I drained that just as Sarah had and re-filled it. "Maybe we should finish this off upstairs so we can sleep comfortably afterwards." I suggested.

"Good thinking, but same rules stud -- I keep this damned dick deep in my dark crevice until it unloads, OK?"

I nodded and set off jerkily up the narrow stairs. By the time I reached the bed the motion of my movement had brought Sarah across the crests of several little orgasms. We just made it to the bed before her grip gave out.

"Now! Fuck me now! Please drive that sperm deep into my aching cunt Jack. Now fuck me quickly."

I wasn't sure that I had either energy or the sperm she craved! But I was willing to give it a try. I pulled her legs up to my chest and started driving deliberately slowly.

"Fuck me harder Jack, please nail me rigid you old bastard!"

Such unladylike language almost had me laughing rather than exalting my passion but I steadily increased the pace allowing my hips to slap hard against her buttocks on each inward drive. Soon she was wailing and pressing her extended legs hard against my shoulders but I pressed on with determination. Each inward drive resulted in a loud slap as my hips flattened her skinny buttocks. Soon I felt the age-old tingle of cum being loaded into the firing mechanism. Then, as I increased the pace even more, Sarah screamed and writhed but I couldn't stop. One last mighty thrust and I thought my balls would crumble as my sperm churned through them and lashed along my aching dick deep into her spasming cunt.

I kept my cock lodged inside her and fell forward just holding myself from crashing down onto her sweating body. I could feel her gripping and draining my dwindling cock as she seemed to be milking it for every drop of sperm. Eventually there was nothing left to give and my little sagging soldier slipped off duty with an unceremonious plop.

We lay panting for several minutes. Gradually we calmed and Sarah rolled me off, she leaned over and sucked our combined juices from my dead cock. "Thank you little Jack," she murmured as she kissed the tip then stood, pulling me upright.

"Let's get into this comfy bed. I really need to sleep, OK?" she whispered.

"Just need to visit the little boy's room first. I'll check the candles downstairs too."

By the time I returned she was almost asleep. She mumbled "Sing to me Jack. Sing that song you were humming in the park please."

'Blimey' I thought, 'This woman drains me dry then wants a song!'

Nevertheless I smiled nicely, sorted out my sleepy head and started "Gently on My Mind" as slow and low as I could get it. Sarah sighed, relaxed and murmured "Thank you Jack, I like that." I continued, struggling to remember the words but with a few la-la's and a bit of ad-libbing kept going long enough to lull her to sleep!

I turned out the light, kissed her naked shoulder and joined her in dreamland.

Continued in Chapter Two . .