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Three sisters [pt1]
Let`s set the scene; a farm out the back of nowhere near Northallerton, for you folks not of the mother country that’s a town in the English North Yorkshire moors, an area of outstandingly beautiful scenery, rolling massive moorland hills, small s**ttered solidly built family farms of local stone, hard-working places, giving a solid reliable feeling, and the native folks made of that the same, hard-working reliable form, mostly survivors of old Yorkshire families, but reliable friendly, helpful neighbour`s.
In this environment a couple living on one of the farms had three daughters, the first Charlotte, followed three years later by Mary, and another two years later by the last young Dawn
The first was girlish, the second cumley and the third, though as attractive as her sisters had slight tomboy tendencies. the three girls who as they grew became attractive young ladies, popular, and in great demand at dances, socials and the like, each as girls do, finding themselves friends of both genders, outgoing, fun though the youngest it would be fair to say was the shyest and least outgoing, When the oldest achieved 23 she selected a mate as most folk do and married. A while after When she was just 18 years old, Mary too married and set up home with her new husband on one of the farms, some miles away. Life trundled on, the farm though not the biggest, or best, thrived, it was a love filled home, their dream. they were hard working folk, in mark and Mary`s case after a year or two of struggling the little place thrived, they later were blessed with a son, the c***d was born, they called him Mark, after his dad. It was a birth not without problems and she was told there would be no more c***dren.
Dawn on the other hand, never did take a husband, though she was an independent little thing, like all of the three, exceptionally big of breast and attractive, but though popular and so on she took few boyfriends and for some reason she never did marry.
Charlotte however sadly could not conceive, so after exhaustive tests had to face life unable to have any c***dren, her c***dless marriage lasting just 12 years, though in reality she would have made an ideal mother. 5' 6"tall she had blue eyes and light brown shoulder length hair. She could be kind and sensitive, though she had and still has a fiery temper.
Mary`s husband had strong dominant tendencies, at one point he had asked though I suspect it was more demanded, that she would wear his mark, a small silver ring, not in the conventional way of course but pierced through some normally hidden point on her body. She decided to have it just above her clitoral hood, at that time of course, there were fewer places you could receive such a piercing and here in the wilds wasn’t one of them, thus they took a rare long weekend break in York, a day or two away, leaving the unknowing and unsuspecting Charlotte and her hubby looking after the little cattle farm that needed milking twice daily, and of course, their very young son.
He had made a booking at a tattoo parlour for that first evening, she knew and with butterflies filling her stomach. She was made of stern stuff than to refuse, and she also felt honour bound to have the expected painful experience, for the husband she so dearly loved.
After checking in at the hotel, (well ok boarding house in reality) they made ready for her ordeal and at the appointed hour they found themselves in front of the little shop, in a dark little backstreet At that time tattoos were for sailors, (and you don’t get a lot of them in York believe me,) or the navies of this world, the hard men, the odds and bods, weirdo`s and so on, a woman having her body pierced, or a tatt was then, shall we say less than the norm hence the out of hours apointment!
In answer to their knock, the dark shop doorway was suddenly bathed in the light of the open door, the big figure quickly invited them in locking the door behind them, after checking they were the booked couple, he invited them into “the studio,” in reality a back store-room with a single bulb, hung low on a cord lighting the elderly couch directly under the light, the rest of the room, hidden in deep shadows.
Her husband paid, cash up-front and the man asked her to undress. Now back then undressing in front of a strange man was not the most common of happenings, so though she was prepared, expected even, the removal of clothing, it was the first of her trials.
Stockings were the thing in those days, a glimp`s of which for any chap was unusual, but unabashed, perhaps to a little to excite her hubby, she raised her skirt, unclipped the things and slipped them down, next with a deep breath she dropped her knickers, perhaps a little defiantly, not showing more than she had too. Then she swang her backside onto the couch and lay back. The big chap chuckled, then with infinite care, making a point, he gently folded back her skirt, exposing the now naked sex, revealing parts until then only seen by her doctor, her husband, and perhaps before her marriage by the occasional young lover, but like all women at that time Mary would have been very tight lipped about that.
The big fellow was not a great communicator it seemed, as he just grunted; “where?” Her finger touched the exact spot she had chosen, he nodded, perhaps a little sad that it was not a more intimate spot, he liked more intermate spots, they tended to scream more, and of course and he liked screams, it was more of a turn on!
She lay back, her belly full of butterfly`s. As she lay waiting, her arm`s apparently lay relaxed at her sides, though a keen observer would have seen her clenched fists, nails digging deep into the flesh.
Next came the strike of a rag soaked in alcohol, or some sort of cold spirit, damp, stinging on the skin, washing the whole area round the site. That at least showed he had more than the basics, next came a clamp. he pinched the target flesh fetching the skin involved up into a small mound, on went a clamp, discomfort, the unexpected, not that she knew what to expect in this ordeal, but it was for him, her man, his mark, she fought the desire to leave, she needed all her mental strength, the tight pinch of the clamp expelling the blood, squeezing the nerves, she waited with baited breath, here it was the needle glittering in the light. She waited the strike of the thing, quickly the clamp came off and before the blood could rush back, that needle thrust itself into the numb meat, she screamed, not loudly it must be said, but a scream none the less, the needle never hesitated, on and on it trust, in reality, only perhaps a centimetre , but in her mind a good inch, as it travelled through tender flesh, bursting out through the skin again, then laying impaled through the area specially shaved in readiness, not an hour since by her loving husband.
The feeling was returning, hot and hard, his stubby fingers dragging the invading needle on through, and fumbling, feeding the ring, a small real silver ring, through the now vacant tunnel of invaded flesh. This indeed was the worst of the pain, pliers now clamped the ring into the tiny ball connector, never to be removed.
It was over, she had her husband`s mark!
More antiseptic, and she was able to sit up then return the cool knickers, ease up the stockings reclip them to her suspenders and still a little misty eyed, thank the man, before departing arm in arm with her very aroused husband, the unaccustomed ring feeling strange against her most intimate area.
The little ring soon became settled in her body, back at home the tiny thing during their sexual trysts, enhanced the feeling, added to the joy, it being capable of doubling the fantastic orgasms they regularly enjoyed.
The lad was now just a six-year-old when tragedy struck, with the loss of her husband, in a motor car accident, sudden and brutally their world came to an abrupt halt, it was to be the end of all their dreams, their hope`s smashed, gone in a moment, the little farm too much to keep on for a woman on her own, and the boy too young to take on the responsibility. As usual up in these hills, her family helped out,as did friends, with support and so on, the older sister now single, being especially helpful, moving closer to help, her motherly instinct clicking in and she helped with the young lad, as much as she could. But the farm was just too much for a single mother on her own, her only option was to sell and that she did, moving into a solid three-bedroom remote house, where she proceeded to bring up the little lad, supported especially by the older sister and by her family. Life slowly recovered, and the lad grew, living alone with his mother, who he doted on, and visited more by the older sister, than the younger, but it was a loving family environment.
The girls later lost their by now elderly parents, father first and mother a year later, it’s the way things are, the natural progression of life.
The lad showed an interest in his aunt, who spent a lot of time with him, however his mother, never one to shy away from life, found he was eager to learn, especially as time went on, about women, asking when he was just 9, how, “if women had no willies, how could they pee?” sworn to secrecy she showed him, it was the logical answer, however it was a break-through for the lad, slowly oh so slowly the boy was educated, at school naturally but at home sexually, and of course secretly, till at 14 they came to full intercourse, from then on it was a case of them being lovers on a regular basis. Not that the lad didn’t have girlfriends, he was a young man, just like all young men, eager to enjoy girls, though he had a distinct advantage on the other lads, of being quite experienced by then, courtesy of his loving mother.
Mary, luckily was happy with the situation, though she knew in her heart of hearts she was attracted to women almost as much as men.
Over the years the lad became a tradesman in building industry, his chosen profession in life, mother proud of the young man, and rightly so, at night they shared her bed, though she knew in her heart of hearts that one day he would leave her and take himself a wife.
The day came when he announced he had found that special girl, the one he wanted to marry. With a heavy heart she suggested he fetch her home to meet his now quite mature mother, just in her 60`s now, the lad having grown into a solid working man in his late 30`s. she felt this would be the end sexually for her, though she could never stand in his way.
The woman came and visited, and too her amazement she liked his choice, her name was Sharon, another busty Yorkshire lass, attractive, vivacious, outgoing, and easy to get on with. Mary knew instantly not only was this woman right for her son, she was right for Mary, as she was bisexual!
It took a while, but they soon ended up in bed together, later all three sharing their sexual lives, it was a fine situation, no one was left out, each happy to share, no jealousy, no bitterness, just love.
While Mark was at work, the women regularly made love, a strap- on was introduced, both taking and giving as the mood took them, and it was on one of these afternoons that potential disaster struck.
Till then no one outside the three knew anything about their sexual partnering, the sisters had had their suspicions of course, but no real evidence, however this all changed on a spring afternoon, a while after Sharon had moved in with the couple, or perhaps the couple had moved in with Mary, whichever the three now lived together, as a trio.
Let`s set the scene; a farm out the back of nowhere near Northallerton, for you folks not of the mother country that’s a town in the English North Yorkshire moors, an area of outstandingly beautiful scenery, rolling massive moorland hills, small s**ttered solidly built family farms of local stone, hard-working places, giving a solid reliable feeling, and the native folks made of that the same, hard-working reliable form, mostly survivors of old Yorkshire families, but reliable friendly, helpful neighbour`s.
In this environment a couple living on one of the farms had three daughters, the first Charlotte, followed three years later by Mary, and another two years later by the last young Dawn
The first was girlish, the second cumley and the third, though as attractive as her sisters had slight tomboy tendencies. the three girls who as they grew became attractive young ladies, popular, and in great demand at dances, socials and the like, each as girls do, finding themselves friends of both genders, outgoing, fun though the youngest it would be fair to say was the shyest and least outgoing, When the oldest achieved 23 she selected a mate as most folk do and married. A while after When she was just 18 years old, Mary too married and set up home with her new husband on one of the farms, some miles away. Life trundled on, the farm though not the biggest, or best, thrived, it was a love filled home, their dream. they were hard working folk, in mark and Mary`s case after a year or two of struggling the little place thrived, they later were blessed with a son, the c***d was born, they called him Mark, after his dad. It was a birth not without problems and she was told there would be no more c***dren.
Dawn on the other hand, never did take a husband, though she was an independent little thing, like all of the three, exceptionally big of breast and attractive, but though popular and so on she took few boyfriends and for some reason she never did marry.
Charlotte however sadly could not conceive, so after exhaustive tests had to face life unable to have any c***dren, her c***dless marriage lasting just 12 years, though in reality she would have made an ideal mother. 5' 6"tall she had blue eyes and light brown shoulder length hair. She could be kind and sensitive, though she had and still has a fiery temper.
Mary`s husband had strong dominant tendencies, at one point he had asked though I suspect it was more demanded, that she would wear his mark, a small silver ring, not in the conventional way of course but pierced through some normally hidden point on her body. She decided to have it just above her clitoral hood, at that time of course, there were fewer places you could receive such a piercing and here in the wilds wasn’t one of them, thus they took a rare long weekend break in York, a day or two away, leaving the unknowing and unsuspecting Charlotte and her hubby looking after the little cattle farm that needed milking twice daily, and of course, their very young son.
He had made a booking at a tattoo parlour for that first evening, she knew and with butterflies filling her stomach. She was made of stern stuff than to refuse, and she also felt honour bound to have the expected painful experience, for the husband she so dearly loved.
After checking in at the hotel, (well ok boarding house in reality) they made ready for her ordeal and at the appointed hour they found themselves in front of the little shop, in a dark little backstreet At that time tattoos were for sailors, (and you don’t get a lot of them in York believe me,) or the navies of this world, the hard men, the odds and bods, weirdo`s and so on, a woman having her body pierced, or a tatt was then, shall we say less than the norm hence the out of hours apointment!
In answer to their knock, the dark shop doorway was suddenly bathed in the light of the open door, the big figure quickly invited them in locking the door behind them, after checking they were the booked couple, he invited them into “the studio,” in reality a back store-room with a single bulb, hung low on a cord lighting the elderly couch directly under the light, the rest of the room, hidden in deep shadows.
Her husband paid, cash up-front and the man asked her to undress. Now back then undressing in front of a strange man was not the most common of happenings, so though she was prepared, expected even, the removal of clothing, it was the first of her trials.
Stockings were the thing in those days, a glimp`s of which for any chap was unusual, but unabashed, perhaps to a little to excite her hubby, she raised her skirt, unclipped the things and slipped them down, next with a deep breath she dropped her knickers, perhaps a little defiantly, not showing more than she had too. Then she swang her backside onto the couch and lay back. The big chap chuckled, then with infinite care, making a point, he gently folded back her skirt, exposing the now naked sex, revealing parts until then only seen by her doctor, her husband, and perhaps before her marriage by the occasional young lover, but like all women at that time Mary would have been very tight lipped about that.
The big fellow was not a great communicator it seemed, as he just grunted; “where?” Her finger touched the exact spot she had chosen, he nodded, perhaps a little sad that it was not a more intimate spot, he liked more intermate spots, they tended to scream more, and of course and he liked screams, it was more of a turn on!
She lay back, her belly full of butterfly`s. As she lay waiting, her arm`s apparently lay relaxed at her sides, though a keen observer would have seen her clenched fists, nails digging deep into the flesh.
Next came the strike of a rag soaked in alcohol, or some sort of cold spirit, damp, stinging on the skin, washing the whole area round the site. That at least showed he had more than the basics, next came a clamp. he pinched the target flesh fetching the skin involved up into a small mound, on went a clamp, discomfort, the unexpected, not that she knew what to expect in this ordeal, but it was for him, her man, his mark, she fought the desire to leave, she needed all her mental strength, the tight pinch of the clamp expelling the blood, squeezing the nerves, she waited with baited breath, here it was the needle glittering in the light. She waited the strike of the thing, quickly the clamp came off and before the blood could rush back, that needle thrust itself into the numb meat, she screamed, not loudly it must be said, but a scream none the less, the needle never hesitated, on and on it trust, in reality, only perhaps a centimetre , but in her mind a good inch, as it travelled through tender flesh, bursting out through the skin again, then laying impaled through the area specially shaved in readiness, not an hour since by her loving husband.
The feeling was returning, hot and hard, his stubby fingers dragging the invading needle on through, and fumbling, feeding the ring, a small real silver ring, through the now vacant tunnel of invaded flesh. This indeed was the worst of the pain, pliers now clamped the ring into the tiny ball connector, never to be removed.
It was over, she had her husband`s mark!
More antiseptic, and she was able to sit up then return the cool knickers, ease up the stockings reclip them to her suspenders and still a little misty eyed, thank the man, before departing arm in arm with her very aroused husband, the unaccustomed ring feeling strange against her most intimate area.
The little ring soon became settled in her body, back at home the tiny thing during their sexual trysts, enhanced the feeling, added to the joy, it being capable of doubling the fantastic orgasms they regularly enjoyed.
The lad was now just a six-year-old when tragedy struck, with the loss of her husband, in a motor car accident, sudden and brutally their world came to an abrupt halt, it was to be the end of all their dreams, their hope`s smashed, gone in a moment, the little farm too much to keep on for a woman on her own, and the boy too young to take on the responsibility. As usual up in these hills, her family helped out,as did friends, with support and so on, the older sister now single, being especially helpful, moving closer to help, her motherly instinct clicking in and she helped with the young lad, as much as she could. But the farm was just too much for a single mother on her own, her only option was to sell and that she did, moving into a solid three-bedroom remote house, where she proceeded to bring up the little lad, supported especially by the older sister and by her family. Life slowly recovered, and the lad grew, living alone with his mother, who he doted on, and visited more by the older sister, than the younger, but it was a loving family environment.
The girls later lost their by now elderly parents, father first and mother a year later, it’s the way things are, the natural progression of life.
The lad showed an interest in his aunt, who spent a lot of time with him, however his mother, never one to shy away from life, found he was eager to learn, especially as time went on, about women, asking when he was just 9, how, “if women had no willies, how could they pee?” sworn to secrecy she showed him, it was the logical answer, however it was a break-through for the lad, slowly oh so slowly the boy was educated, at school naturally but at home sexually, and of course secretly, till at 14 they came to full intercourse, from then on it was a case of them being lovers on a regular basis. Not that the lad didn’t have girlfriends, he was a young man, just like all young men, eager to enjoy girls, though he had a distinct advantage on the other lads, of being quite experienced by then, courtesy of his loving mother.
Mary, luckily was happy with the situation, though she knew in her heart of hearts she was attracted to women almost as much as men.
Over the years the lad became a tradesman in building industry, his chosen profession in life, mother proud of the young man, and rightly so, at night they shared her bed, though she knew in her heart of hearts that one day he would leave her and take himself a wife.
The day came when he announced he had found that special girl, the one he wanted to marry. With a heavy heart she suggested he fetch her home to meet his now quite mature mother, just in her 60`s now, the lad having grown into a solid working man in his late 30`s. she felt this would be the end sexually for her, though she could never stand in his way.
The woman came and visited, and too her amazement she liked his choice, her name was Sharon, another busty Yorkshire lass, attractive, vivacious, outgoing, and easy to get on with. Mary knew instantly not only was this woman right for her son, she was right for Mary, as she was bisexual!
It took a while, but they soon ended up in bed together, later all three sharing their sexual lives, it was a fine situation, no one was left out, each happy to share, no jealousy, no bitterness, just love.
While Mark was at work, the women regularly made love, a strap- on was introduced, both taking and giving as the mood took them, and it was on one of these afternoons that potential disaster struck.
Till then no one outside the three knew anything about their sexual partnering, the sisters had had their suspicions of course, but no real evidence, however this all changed on a spring afternoon, a while after Sharon had moved in with the couple, or perhaps the couple had moved in with Mary, whichever the three now lived together, as a trio.
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