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The Farmer - Part 2 free porn video
We left our hotel, turned onto the lane opposite and drove slowly along between the high hedges. In five minutes we passed the gate where the track ends and after turning a corner drove into a farmyard with a stone farmhouse to one side. We parked, walked to the door (or more accurately G hobbled hanging onto me) and hit the knocker hard on the wood. In a few seconds we heard footsteps on the other side, the door opened and there was the farmer looking well scrubbed and quite smart. “Come in, take the door on the right”
We walked down the hallway, our footsteps ringing on the flagstones that seemed to be centuries old, before entering into a comfortable lounge. We turned to face our host.
“Welcome to my home, my name is Tarquin”. We introduced ourselves, but he had obviously seen my quizzical look at his name.
“My mum was reading a trashy novel, the hero’s name was Tarquin and she stuck me with it! Everyone calls me Quin, that started when I was really young - there was a pop song called “the mighty quinn” so everyone called me Mighty Quin.
There was rustling in the hall, Quin smiled “let me introduce my wife”. A strikingly pretty 50-ish woman was standing in the doorway. Hair tied back in a bun, a smile on her face and an unmissable pair of magnificent mammaries thrusting her blouse out from her body. “This is Irene, but everyone calls her Reenie”
“Dinner is ready. Quin - please bring our guests into the dining room”
We passed through the hall again into the adjoining dining room, with the table set for a feast. Quin seated us facing each other, with G he pulled back her chair before she sat down. Reenie started bringing in the serving dishes, then the plates piled with chicken meat. Quin poured white wine, explaining this was from English g****s grown on a neighbouring farm.
The meal was delicious, so much so we could not hold back our praise. Quin explained “The chicken was running around the coop this morning and we have grown all the veg here, everything organic.”
“How did a guy like you become a farmer?”
“I was brought up in a poor part of East London, destined to be a waster just like many other black k*ds - but for one thing - there was a city farm, one of the first and I took to helping more and more. Eventually I got a few good O Levels and went to agricultural college. After that I worked on farms, gaining experience but never expecting to have my own land. Then there was a huge stroke of luck - I won a lot of money on the football pools and that’s how I got the farm”.
“Reenie’s dad owns the next farm down the valley, he helped me a lot and I fell in love with Reenie. We’ve got an empty nest now, just the two of us”
The meal passed by quickly, the conversation and wine flowed easily. Finally we sat there sated, Reenie said to Quin “Please take our guests into the lounge while I clear up dear”
G stood up, a bit shakily (and not just from her ankle), Quin took her hand gently to lead and support her. I turned to Reenie and volunteered to help her clear away, she seemed very pleased with the offer.
G’s story
Quin led me slowly through to the lounge, supporting my weak ankle but so softly and gently for a big man. When we got to the sofa I turned to thank him, looked into his twinkling eyes and was lost again. He leant into me, we kissed chastely at first before his tongue slipped through my lips. His hands clasped behind me and pulled me into his body, I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I wanted him to make love to me again, but could not forget my husband was in the kitchen with this man’s wife. I broke away and sat down, looking longingly up at his handsome black face. Quin sat next to me on the sofa, ran one hand gently up and down the side of my face and laid the other across my lap, gently pressing my trousers against my flesh inside.
“We can’t do it now, Reenie and S will come and see us”. He smiled his enigmatic smile, lent into me and kissed me deep again, his fingers pulling down my zip, sliding in under the hem of my panties until he found my wet, wet lips. He teased them apart and pushed in until he was buried up to his wrist, then alternated between pulling and pushing. The effect spread to my clit, the pleasure was almost unbearable and I lost all control, my hips pumping as my orgasm hit, my cries stifled in his mouth. He didn’t stop, I couldn’t stop him, my clit felt on fire and I came again and again until he decided to let me down. As I finally relaxed and became aware of the room I turned my head to the door and saw, to my absolute horror, S and Reenie standing, staring, transfixed by the scene in the room.
S’s story
It didn’t take long for everything to be taken out to the kitchen. Reenie pointed to a small side room and said “The dishwasher is there, can you pass stuff to me while I fill it”. She leant over to open the machine and as her blouse and skirt tightened the outline of her bra and panties became quite prominent. “Can you get the tablets please”, pointing at a bag on the worktop further inside the room. I squeezed round her and took one out, then reached over to put it in her hand. She half stood up and her full, round bottom pushed up into my trouser front, then quite deliberately she started to rotate her hips while pressed into me. The reaction was instant, a full on boner. She knew exactly what the effect would be! She stood up, turned around and pushed her lips onto mine. We played with our tongues while her hand was rubbing on the bulge in my trousers. My hands went around her back, then slid forwards until each one cupped her bra, squeezing her beautiful breasts, which increased her arousal. “We must finish the job” she murmured softly. So the mundane task of passing and stowing crockery and cutlery was constantly interrupted by more snogging and groping.
The clear-up done we stood in the centre of the kitchen, snogging deeply. I lifted her skirt up and ran my hands up her thighs, finding stocking tops where I might have expected tights. My fingers slid around until I found the hem of her panties, then moved further in and started to massage her sex though the thin material. She groaned and thrust her hips hard onto my hand, inside her crotch the panties were quite damp, she was well aroused! I found the waistband and pulled down the whole garment. It trickled down her legs and she kicked it off her feet with abandon. I was free to explore her most sensitive places, my fingers entered her vagina, felt her pubic bone, slid out again and settled on what seemed to be a rather large Clit, the whole area free of hair, shaved as smooth as a b*bies bottom.
Round and round, taking her nearer and nearer, her whole body moving under my control. She latched onto my mouth, moaning in pleasure before her body shuddered in orgasm. We stood breathing hard, looking deeply into the other’s eyes, a magical moment neither wanted to end.
Reenie unzipped my trousers, knelt down, took my cock out, pulled my foreskin down and started to suck, oblivious of the pre-cum juice covering the head. I groaned just like she had done. Then we both heard noises coming from the lounge, a muffled yelling from G. Reenie stood up, grabbed my stiff cock and virtually pulled me out of the kitchen and along the hall.
We were in the lounge doorway, Reenie gently wanking me as we took in the scene of G hidden under Quin, orgasming hard as his hand thrust in and out of her cunt. As they quietened down G turned and looked at us, a vision of horror on her face.
I realised she was in a panic, there was only one way to reassure her. I turned to Reenie, lifted her skirt, bent my knees to drop slightly, then pushed forward and up. I slid in so easily, Reenie gasped and as I repeatedly thrust into her she groaned and started to thrust her hips in sync. Our lips met and we kissed deeply. No more than thirty seconds had elapsed before I withdrew, we stood pressed together and both looked towards G and Quin. The panic had passed.
G’s story
I was panicking, S standing seeing me in ‘flagrante delicto’, nowhere to hide, no excuse to offer. My shock was compounded when he lifted her skirt, entered her body and started to fuck, but suddenly I understood - he had given me permission to enjoy Quin. I had been unable to see my husband was standing in front of me with a woman holding on to his dick. Oh dear! Now they had gone, S being meekly led away by that woman - goodness to where and what she wanted from him.
Awareness of my body returned, I felt the need for Quin again, for him to satisfy my carnal self. Quin sensed my relaxation, his fingers started to play on my clit, my body responded naturally and my need turned urgent. He took his hand out, I cried “No, don’t stop, I need you”. His face smiled gently as he released my trouser waist, unzipped me and pulled them down with my panties. I rolled over onto my knees and raised my hips to help, then he knelt facing my exposed labia, shuffled forward until his cock was at my entrance, then pushed in sharply until he was buried inside me all the way, our bodies fused as one. I He started to pump slowly, out, in, out, in. Then I heard quite distinctly a muffled boof, boof, boof from upstairs that I recognised as the sound of a bed-board hitting a wall as lovers fucked, oblivious of anyone outside their sexually aroused bodies. It meant that Reenie and S had gone all the way and I was free to do the same. It also meant I could fully enjoy Quin again. “Fuck me Quin, please fuck me hard”, I could hardly believe it was my voice saying that. He needed no more encouragement, his great black cock filling my vagina, every stroke magnifying the pleasure in my clit. I came again,again,again as he pounded me until I felt him stiffen, then hold his movement buried deep inside me as his cum jetted into me and his cock jerked in orgasm.
I had wanted this man so badly, now he was spent I needed to smother him in my love, he lay down beside me on the sofa and we cuddled and kissed in post coital bliss. Upstairs the headboard was no longer banging, I wondered if Reenie and S were enjoying the same quiet time, wrapped together. Quin brought our reverie to an end, “Let’s go upstairs and see the other lovebirds”. We tieded ourselves, clothes restored, zips zipped and left to go upstairs.
S’s story
As we left the lounge, my cock stuck stiffly out of my trousers, Reenie pulling me by the hand this time, along the hall, upstairs and into their bedroom. A superking bed filled much of the space, Reenie wasted no time in releasing my trousers and underpants, letting them fall to my ankles. I stripped quickly while she took off her skirt, exposing the hold-ups encasing her legs and a pair of vivid red and black panties. Then she unbuttoned her blouse, throwing it casually to one side, I could not look at anything other than her magnificent boobs squeezed into a bra that matched her panties. I reached around her back and released the clip, her breasts fell out and hung down, her nipples erect and a large brown areola surrounding each one - magnificent, a sex goddess just for me.
She stepped forward and held my erection in her hands, I cupped her breasts, one in each hand, gently fondling and squeezing. Her breathing deepened and she lifted her face, mouth open, tongue flicking, inviting me to join our bodies together. We fell onto the bed, mouths pressed together as I mounted her, penetrated her, worshipped her with my body. We were in erotic heaven, I pounded my cock inside her, the violent movement shaking the bed, the headboard hitting the wall with a dull thud as every thrust hit home. Time stood still, only one thing mattered, increasing the pleasure in my cock head, wanting it to explode inside her. And it did, and she came as my cum flooded into her cunt.
We were still locked together, still kissing, cock in cunt, breathing heavily with the exertion, gradually calming down when Quin and G appeared in the doorway. G looked radiant, like the cat who got the cream. I rolled off Reenie, my cock flaccid and covered in her juices. G came to me, lay on the bed and kissed me deeply. Quin walked around the bed and lay with Reenie. Four people exhausted from sex enjoying the intimacy of sharing a bed.
A little later we were all showered and went down to the lounge. Reenie brewed coffee, Quin poured drinks, sherry for the lasses, cognac for the men. As we sat relaxed and sated Quin asked “When does your holiday finish”. “This is our last night, driving home tomorrow”.
“We have a holiday let cottage across the yard, it’s not booked for the next few nights, would you like to have a couple of extra days with us, no charge and Reenie’s home cooking”.
It didn’t take more than two seconds and a quick glance between us to say “Yes please”.
Eleven o’clock the next morning we checked out of our hotel and started the short drive to the farm.
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