My Sex Packed Holiday Incest Version Chapter 7 A Cider and a Fuck
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I must have had a restless night, because when I woke up the next morning the top sheet was on the floor and I was sprawled naked on top of the bed with my legs apart, showing off everything I’d got. I smiled as I thought of Matt waking up and seeing me like that, and examined myself briefly for evidence of fresh semen, in case he hadn’t been able to resist jerking off over my naked body. But as far as I could tell he hadn’t indulged himself in that particular perversion. Maybe he was starting to run out of spunk at last.
I had a shower, and got dressed. For some reason, I was feeling especially horny already, so I decided to have a “no underwear” day. I slipped on an oversized t-shirt over my bare top half (I didn’t want it to be too obvious that I had no bra on) and a summery skirt that was long enough to protect my modesty when I was sitting down (as long as I kept my knees together).
By the time I’d wandered downstairs, my parents and Matt had almost finished breakfast. Mum and Dad announced that they were going to drive to the local cider farm to stock up with a few litre bottles before we went home. I perked up at this. Although I’d planned to go on the beach again, I’d recently developed a bit of a taste for proper cider, as opposed to the watered-down muck that’s served in most English pubs outside the West Country. And I wouldn’t be driving so there would be nothing to stop me sampling a few of the different brews that would hopefully be available to taste.
“I’ll come too, if that’s okay,” I said.
My dad laughed. “Okay, just as long as you don’t drink too much. How about you, Matt?”
Matt smiled.“I’ll stay here, if that's okay,” he said. “I’ll go on the beach instead. The surf doesn’t look too bad this morning.”
I suspected he was looking forward to getting Sally by herself, although it would be just his luck if she went off with her mum instead. But that was his problem.
“Well, don’t stay in too long,” said my mum, who just couldn't stop being motherly, even with other peoples' children.
“And don’t drown,” I added, and Matt stuck his tongue out at me.
“Do you need to get anything?” said my mum. She’d probably noticed I hadn’t got a bra on, but I didn’t think it was that obvious in my loose t-shirt, and besides, we weren’t going anywhere posh. Anyway, she didn’t always wear one herself: I’d definitely taken after her in the boob department. Small but perfectly formed, and well able to pass the pencil test.
“No, I think I’m fine,” I said, and she didn’t say anything else, so that was ok.
So off we went, my dad driving, probably hoping that my mum would drive back if he had a drink.
It was only about twenty minutes drive to the cider farm. I say cider farm, but it was really just an ordinary farm that made a bit of cider on the side. There wasn’t a proper shop, but one corner of a big hay-barn by the farmhouse had been fitted out with a basic serving area, behind which a row of barrels of cider were racked up. There were a few tables, benches and bales of hay lined up for those people who wanted to sit and have a few drinks right there, but most of their business came from take-outs sold to passing trade. They sold the cider in plain plastic containers (like milk), in one, two and four litre sizes, which were filled straight from the barrel. It was very low-tech, but the cider was lovely, even if some of it was rather strong.
When we rolled up, the farmer himself was busy tasting the latest batch with a lad who looked about twenty, and who I guessed must be his son. As soon as it was obvious that we were actually going to buy something, he was very happy to let us taste the different brews on offer. I sampled a couple that were a bit dry for me, but there was a sweetish one that was absolutely delicious, and my dad bought me a pint of it.
There obviously wasn’t much proper farming that needed doing that morning, because the farmer soon got chatting with my parents about the cider business, and how his family had been making it for years and years, using apples from their own orchard. It was obviously his pride and joy.
“Do you fancy a quick look at the orchard?” he said. “It’s only a few minutes walk away, just round the back of the barn. Bring your drinks. John here can mind the shop for half an hour or so.”
My parents made the right sort of enthusiastic noises (well, my dad did).
“It’s a bit muddy, mind,” the farmer went on, looking at my flimsy footwear, which wasn’t really designed for tramping around fields.
“Oh, I’ll wait here,” I said. “I’ve got my drink and a book in my bag, so I’ll be fine.”
I sat myself down on one of the benches, got out my book, and had another swig of cider. But I’m afraid my mind kept getting distracted, mainly watching John, the farmer’s son, as he idled about behind the serving counter, sorting out the take-out containers.
Not beating about the bush, he was a real hunk. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his abs, and when he turned his back I couldn’t help admiring his trim bum in his jeans. Not only that, but I noticed that he kept glancing up at me as I sat at the table sipping my cider.
Maybe it was the effect of the cider, or maybe I was just feeling horny, but I wondered just how closely he was looking at me. It might give him a little treat if I let him see that I was going commando. I casually pulled my skirt a little further up my legs, then parted my thighs just enough, so I knew that my plump mound and the line of my labia would be visible. Next time he looked my way, he’d get an eyeful.
I pretended to be looking at my book, but I saw him almost do a comedy double-take when he noticed my knicker-less state. He very quickly began finding “work” to do that meant he could keep looking over at me. Then I noticed his hand seemed to be getting a bit active at crotch level, out of sight behind the counter. It looked very much as if he was having a wank down there.
Well, two could play at that game. I casually slipped my hand down between my legs and pulled my skirt right up so that my hand could get at my pussy. Gently, I began to rub at my labia, then slipped a finger between them, up into the sticky wet depths of my tight vagina. I looked at him as I was doing it, deliberately challenging him to catch my eye. As soon as he saw me looking, I smiled, to let him know that I was enjoying the fun. Judging by his arm movements, he was enjoying himself too.
I slipped a second finger up inside me, then withdrew them both, glistening with my juices. I raised them to my nose and sniffed the sweet, fresh scent of my arousal. Licking my lips sensuously, I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked off the juices. I felt like such a slut, but I do love having a dirty flirt. I put a hand on the bulge of my left breast and squeezed it through my loose t-shirt, feeling my nipple get hard.
I’d had enough teasing; it was time for some action, so I beckoned to him to join me. He looked guiltily over at the door to the barn, and then came over, carrying a container of cider. He’d tucked his cock back inside his jeans, but I could see the massive bulge down his leg.
“Did you fancy a top-up?” he asked, with a dirty grin on his face.
“A top-up would be nice,” I said, giving an equally dirty smile back, “Unless you have something else you can give me.”
“Fucking hell, you don’t mess about, do you?” he said.
“There’s no time for messing about,” I answered. “My parents and your dad aren’t going to take all day, so if you fancy doing something about that lump in your trousers, we’d better get a move on.”
As I said this, I reached out and ran my hand over the bulge, and felt it twitch excitedly.
“Fuck me, I wish all the girls down here were like you,” he said.
“I bet you anything they are when they’re on holiday,” I said. “Come on; is there anywhere we can go that’s a bit less public?”
“I can’t go too far in case anyone comes. Let’s just go round the corner here,” he suggested.
So we quickly went round the corner of the drinking area, to where the bales of hay reached up high to the roof of the barn. As soon as we were out of sight of the door, John got to work: he was a fast mover, I’ll give him that. He put his arm round me and pulled me against him. His lips were against mine, and I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue straight into his mouth. I can be pretty fast too, when I put my mind to it.
His hand went straight down to my bum and squeezed my cheeks though my skirt. As we kissed, he began to pull up the hem so his hand could find my bare flesh. I gave no resistance, and this seemed to encourage him even more. While one hand continued to caress my bare bottom, the other pushed up under the front of my t-shirt and began to play with my braless tits. His hands stroked at my nipples, and I felt my little buds rise up, hard and aroused. He tweaked them between his fingers, pulling gently, then squeezing hard, almost painfully. I love having my tits handled, and I could feel myself getting even wetter between my legs.
John’s hand edged between my bum cheeks and slid down towards the bulge of my pudenda. I felt one of his fingers slide between my outer labia and tickle at the entrance to my vaginal passage.
Pushing him away briefly, I began to undo his belt. I could feel the solid bulge of his cock inside his jeans, straining to get loose. I knew my mum would soon get bored with poking round orchards, and could be back at any moment, so we didn’t have all day.
“Hang on a minute,” he said, “I’d better get a blob.”
Good point! Maybe he thought he couldn’t be too careful with a dirty girl from London like me, but it saved me having to use one of my own. I assumed they’d heard of STDs in rural Devon, but you can’t be too careful. He ran quickly to his jacket, got a little packet out of his wallet, and came back to me. I unfastened his jeans and pulled them down to his knees, along with his pants. His cock sprang out, almost fully hard. I took hold of the shaft and rolled it between my hands, pulling down the foreskin to free his bulging purple knob-head. I could feel it expand even further as I caressed it, and a little squirt of pre-cum shot out over my wrist.
“Oh, you messy boy,” I giggled.
With my other hand, I gently cradled his balls, massaging them carefully, nipping at the loose skin while being careful not to crush the sensitive testicles themselves. Meanwhile, he took the condom out of its packet, positioned it on his knob, and carefully rolled it down the hard shaft. His hands were shaking slightly as he did so – he was obviously as eager as I was.
I leant back against the bales of hay, and pulled my skirt right up, parting my legs. I could feel the sharp points of the cut hay pricking the backs of my legs. John positioned himself between my legs, and I took his cock in my hand. He was quite a lot taller than me, so he had to bend his knees slightly to get the tip in position, but it was quickly nudging at the entrance to my hole, finding its way between the folds of my labia. I went up on tiptoe, then held his cock in place as I lowered myself onto it as he pushed upwards into me. Then he was in, my vaginal walls expanding smoothly to accommodate his thickness.
I sighed as I felt him filling me. It felt so good to have a proper thick, hot dick inside me at last. Without any hesitation, he began to thrust into me, pushing me back against the pile of hay. I was so wet that there was a real squelch each time he thrust home, and I felt a few dribbles of my juices starting to run down my bare leg.
He pushed the front of my t-shirt up again and bared my left breast, before beginning to fondle my perky little nipple. I let myself go, gasping and squeaking at each deep, hard thrust. I clenched my vaginal muscles around him, trying to suck him in deeper, my little tits bouncing up and down like a couple of jellies.
His jeans and pants had slipped right down round his ankles, and I put my hand behind his back and squeezed his bare arse cheeks. I do like a nice firm bum on a guy, and his was just the job. With each of his thrusts, I pulled him into me, his balls slapping against my thighs. He was banging me so hard I thought the pile of hay bales might collapse. I had a feeling he might not last long – but that was good really, since we didn’t have much time anyway.
I felt him start to shudder. “Ah, fuck, love, I’m gunna come,” he groaned.
“Oh fuck yes, that’s good, come in me,” I murmured, encouragingly.
Then he let out an enormous groan as he came, filling the condom with his sticky spunk as his cock twitched and pulsated inside me. As he pushed into me one final time, his heavy breathing in my ear, I heard voices and footsteps walking past just outside. Oh shit – they were on their way back already!
Quicker than I’d believed possible, John pulled his still hard cock out of me, and bent down to pull up his pants and jeans. His cock was still twitching, and I could see how full the condom was with his semen. He was in such a hurry that he didn’t even have time to take the condom off, but just stuffed it back into his pants. It was easier for me – all I had to do was pull my t-shirt back down to cover my tits, and smooth my skirt as tidily as I could. By the time his dad and my parents had strolled back into the barn, he was back behind the counter and I was sitting at the table, taking a deep swig of cider.
“Thanks for the tour,” said my dad to the farmer, “But I think we’d better be going now, before Annie drinks you dry.”
“Yes, dear, you do look a bit flushed,” said my mum to me. “You’ve probably had enough for now.”
I smiled. “You’re probably right, though it is really good stuff. I think you should buy an extra litre of this one.”
Driving back to the hotel in the car, I felt pleasantly relaxed, and not just because of the cider. I hadn’t come myself, but it seemed like ages since I’d snatched a quickie like that, and my pussy still felt nice and tingly. I hoped John had managed to sort out the condom before his cock went totally soft and it slid off, filling his pants with a load of cold, sticky semen. At least we hadn’t had to worry about what to do with it; I remember once tying one up and carrying it round in my bag all evening, wrapped in a piece of tissue. A few trails of my own pussy juices were drying on my legs, but at least I couldn’t detect any smell of sexual secretions in the car. Even so, I kept my legs well together, to be on the safe side.
Coming up in Chapter Eight: find out what happens when Abi’s husband, Chris, arrives at the hotel, and catches us in the shower together
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VoyeurHe watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous part. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 09 DAY 15 and Back Home Day 01 ************************ After an early breakfast I just had time pack my bags before the coach was due to pick me up. I was feeling quite depressed as I went down and checked-out at reception. I wore the same skater skirt that I’d arrived in and a tube top that wasn’t see-through...
Many of us probably grow up believing in the fundamental goodwill of other people. I know that I was raised to think that most people are honest and could be trusted to do the right thing. However, this story describes a couple of situations in my life where I was taken advantage of by others, with very significant consequences.My name is Ed, and I was born and raised in an average, middle-class home just outside of Montgomery, Alabama. I am reasonably intelligent but was only a mediocre...
InterracialIntroduction: mandy and i go to crete for a holoday, she isnt very outgoing sexuakky but she is fucked in every hole, body modified, and life will never be the same again We arrived at our apartment in Crete at about 4 in the afternoon, hot and sweaty and tired from a 5 hour flight from the UK. We needed a break we had decided as we were not getting on fantastically well so me and the wife left our kids with their grandparents and jetted of for a week of sun, sea and sex. The sex we got was not...
afternoon, hot and sweaty and tired from a 5 hour flight from the UK. We needed a break we had decided as we were not getting on fantastically well so me and the wife left our kids with their grandparents and jetted of for a week of sun, sea and sex. The sex we got was not what we had in mind and this is our story. The apartment had a shared pool with one other villa, when we got out of the cab, the couple in the other villa were laid out on sunbeds,...
"Oh for God's sake, you can't be bloody serious."Mum was mad, spitting mad and I almost felt sorry for the little clerk behind the reception desk.There'd been an almighty cock up with our booking and I don't really think it was his fault, but he was the one getting it from mum.After she and dad split up, she'd decided to go away for a holiday and asked me if I wanted to go with her as I'd just split from my girlfriend after three years."Yeah, why not?" I agreed and we went on line to find...
IncestAuthor: kamaraju (I thank Mr.Chacko for sharing the details of his wife’s adventures and Miss Sindhu for sharing her experiences and giving me freedom to add spice. Sandhya’s experiences prior to marriage are Sindhu’s and after marriage are Mrs.Chacko’s. Please send suggestions and comments to or ) I couldn’t hold back my tears and hugged my mother and cried bitterly. Everyone including Mother thought that I was crying because I was leaving them and entering an unknown territory of Husband’s...
This is again only FANTASYIt wasn’t long after we returned from Florida that the thought of the next year’s holiday came up. My wife still didn’t want to try any swinging outside of our main holiday time (afraid she might meet someone she knew if we tried it in the UK) but after the last 2 year’s holiday she said she loved the freedom she got for a week or so each year. The last 2 years had opened her up to naturism and being around naked people so she said that all future holidays had to have...
I woke up in the morning feeling a bit dirty and sticky after the previous night’s shenanigans. I glanced over at Matt’s bed: he was still dead to the world, although judging by the bulge under the sheet he was going to wake up with a pretty impressive morning erection. I smiled to myself, tempted to lift the sheet and have a look, but decided against it. It wasn’t time to get up for breakfast yet, so I lay in bed playing quietly with my pussy until I could put it off no longer, then got up and...
LesbianAt the start of the year my hubby, J and I were having dinner with some friends, Julie and Paul, when we got to talking about summer holidays. I knew Julie and Paul had been going through a tough patch so when they suggested we all book somewhere together I thought it could do them good. To save money we booked a big apartment that had two double beds in the same room. Privacy wouldn't be an issue really. We'd all seen each other naked and certainly weren't shy about performing in front of each...
Bisexualby Vanessa Evans If you haven’t read ‘Emily’s First Solo Holiday’ and ‘Emily’s Home Life Changes’ I suggest that you read them before reading this. Part 01 Before I tell you about my second solo holiday I think that it’s best that I tell you about some of the things that Jack has been making me do since I wrote about how my home life has changed. I think that it’s right to say that I am VERY happy living with Jack and being his submissive exhibitionist. We’ve even talked about us being...
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In January this year I went on a holiday. My Daddy thought it was a great opportunity to train His slut. I had a car to my disposal, lots of time and tinder at that place worked like crazy. I could get a new dick in a matter of minutes. Daddy set a goal for me to fuck 10 dicks. He was so proud that I exceeded that objective! I love to please my Daddy by being more and more slutty and using my cunt like it supposed to be used: getting all the dicks I can!Holiday dick #127Slutty, Polish 30-yo...
Holiday surprise part3On return to our suburban life style, we spent the first week, catching up on everything. I had a commission to complete as well as my Monday to Friday work as a bus driver and that of course had to come first. Before I started I had the frames made, as I did not want to send the completed work to the framers, the men there knew both me and my lady wife and there`s no point in inviting a reputation is there, and giving my local carpenter a cheap thrill is not what it`s...
I stood there in my black dress watching them slowly lower the casket into the ground. Standing next to me was my mother, who was weeping softly. Next to her was my sister Jennifer, and she seemed the saddest of us all. Perhaps she was remembering her own mother and father's funeral who had both died when she was just a young girl. On the other side of the casket I could see Crius standing next to Dennis with an impatient frown. He seemed so out of place, and the expression on...
The story you are about to read is a complete work of fiction. None of the events depicted here actually happened. Any similarity to any actual person, place, or event is entirely coincidental.I promised I’d deliver the story about what happened between my daughter’s friend Sandi and myself. Well, here it is. Ah, memories…The summer afternoon of Kimberleigh’s 16th birthday party was a hot one. The sun was blazing overhead and made me thankful for the cool shade of the trees in the...
TabooSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
by Vanessa Evans A girl goes on holiday to find ways to live her exhibitionist fantasies. Part 1 Hi, my name is Sadie and I’m and exhibitionist. No, I’m not at a meeting of exhibitionists anonymous I’m at home, my own small apartment typing this story. It starts about six months ago when I broke off my relationship with a young man that I’d been going out with for nearly a year. Why did I break up with him? Well basically he turned out to be a prude. We’d been making love in all sorts...
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episode 28 (This follows “The World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party”)Fall semester of my senior year at UGA had come to a close. It had been a wild and memorable semester that began with Jennifer and Mary Beth competing for my affection and the goal of a monogamous relationship. Most guys would think it would be awesome to have two girls seriously competing for them, but it was really an awful, stressful mess. The sex itself was great, but the emotional turmoil was not.Jennifer, upon hearing...
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