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211 A young Soldier returns
At eight the next day he was feeding calves, pigs and hens, collecting eggs and finally fetching the dog, a border colley named ‘Eric.’
Together they walked the old familiar fields, where he had played as a young boy, the sun shone, the birds sang, he had achieved some of the fantasies of his adolescent years, had a good leave so far and all was right in the world.
Eric, having a right old time chasing rabbits, butterflies and any other creature that dared to move, by eleven they returned to the house, Ellie greeted the dog as an old friend, he sniffed at her then moved to mother, quickly burying his nose in her lap as she sat in the rocker. She laughed and fondled his head, as Ellie explained that “Eric had been the last dog in Tim`s life, he had bequeathed him to Jed and Mary.”
She added that “when training the dog, Tim had had the a****l screw her as a punishment” though for what she couldn’t remember, but said it wasn’t much of a punishment as “she had loved it,” but since Tim passed soon after, she had not dared do it again as she had not felt safe with the dog on her own and of course he was Jed`s dog now anyway and she could hardly borrow him for a night of lust could she!
Again, laughter peeled around the kitchen, the thought of his aunt begging the use of the old boy`s pet dog too much for him.
“Look” he said, “today I was going to peg you out as uncle Tim had, out in the orchard, as you said you would like to do that and all this other stuff for old time`s sake, now you will have to both take a vote as to which it`s to be today, as mother is going home on the six o`clock bus.”
Mother said that she was not keen on the dog idea, though she liked dogs, she had never liked them enough to want to make love with one and how she loved the idea of being unable to influence what was happening to her sexually that’s why she had such a joy of bondage, giving herself to her son to enjoy his fantasies, like hucow and wax games!
Ellie said” she was up for anything and didn’t care as long as they all enjoyed it and there was no fall-out!” So, it was decided that as Jed was away perhaps the orchard bondage was the way to go if that’s what he wanted them to do. His wide grin said it was to him more than acceptable.
The three bearing some rope, some big pegs and a sledge hammer, appeared in the old orchard, the women wearing just those old smocks they had worn to the dairy and their wellingtons which he insisted they left at the gate. Barefoot now he allowed the women to select where they wished to be staked out, saying that they were here for three hours each so to choose carefully.
They selected a spot near the apple trees, keeping well away from the plums where the three pigs were browsing on the dropped fruit. Ellie stripped and for a change Mother attached the ropes to her wrists and ankles while he pounded the pegs into place, the younger sister lying face up and allowed her to secure her tightly spread-eagled, enjoying a crafty fondle of her younger sister`s soft sex as she did so.
She then dropped her own coat, and lay passively next to her, till he had her secured in the same way. Her pubes still matted with the red wax, her pale body contrasting to the green of the soft grass, as she reconciled her mind to the bound situation it now found itself in.
He sat on the grass between them, and with a thin twig in his hand supposedly to remove any insects that landed, he began asking questions; Ellie first he asked, “what the most sensual or erotic thing she had ever done was” her answer that “his filling her in the dairy had been one of her best!” But with Tim being hung from a beam in the barn for a whipping one evening and being caught by old Enoch their ancient carter, was perhaps the most erotic and humiliating as Tim to ensure his silence had allowed the old boy to have a “watch of the punishment” and later at the old boy`s request, to give her “a few strokes of his horse whip,” which she said, “hurt like hell, but she didn’t begrudge him as it was probably his last taste of sex in this world as he died the very next week!”
He asked the same question of his mother, flicking her with the twig to irritate her skin as he did. Her reply had him laughing again, as she said that “she had enjoyed teasing her son in his adolescent years, while all the time, when-ever she was over here on the farm being screwed by his Uncle Tim, and having sex with Ellie, as much as she could without a hint to him!”
She had found the night at the pool the most erotic of presents she had ever enjoyed and thought though she loved being used by his uncle, and enjoyed the bondage and the pain, she found the humiliation of telling Sam all the details, the most erotic thing in the strange lives they had carved out for themselves, Sam being so shy.
He asked if “his dad knew everything she had ever done sexually?” to which she said she had “always been honest, as all partnerships are based on trust” and that “he would do well to remember it in the future.” She went on that “even at this moment she and Ellie were trusting him, or they would never have submitted them-selves, would they here, tied as they were, at his mercy?” to which he admitted he had never seen things that way, but he would in future he promised. Just then a motor horn tooted by the house so he hastily kissed each in turn, then said he would be back soon, and walked away, leaving them at the mercy of anything that crawled or flew.
He found the young postwoman stood at her van, with another of the parcels which he signed for. He asked her name and she told him ‘Muriel’ he reintroduced himself as ‘John,’ then he shocked her by bluntly asking if she fancied his aunt…
She turned a shade of red and stuttered a bit, so he went on that; “the branch of the army he was in, he worked with the WRAC, the women`s army, and as a young and randy squaddy it pays to be able to pick out the ones that had a tendency towards other women, as it saved time and money!” he chuckled and said that “yesterday he clicked she was one of these ladies, and knowing that his Aunt was ‘bi’ to say the least she should wait till they had gone home and try her luck” saying he “thought she would be in there, from what his aunt had said after she had driven away, sadly aunty was tied up right now but he knew she was interested!”
A very red Muriel, grunted her thanks and was quickly in the driving seat, thanking him for the tip and driving off rapidly, leaving him stood in a cloud of diesel fumes clutching the parcel. He went inside, Eric, barely raising his head from the warm carpet in greeting, a disturbed fly droning around his head. Leaving the parcel in the care of the dog a bulb lit in his brain so collecting something from the pantry he set off back to his captives.
He was soon with the two women, Ellie had a rather annoying caterpillar on her ankle which he carefully lifted to her great relief, though it was short lived as he placed the hairy monster on her left breast. He explained that he had told “Muriel the post woman that she ought to try it on with you, my pretty aunty, as you are both bi and lonely, but that you were tied up a bit at the moment and would be till we went home in a day or two!” Ellie looked horrified at the audacity of this grinning young man the caterpillar forgotten as he went on to ask; “if the fly`s etc were a nuisance!”
Ellie, muttered that “they were not too bad, as they, were more interested in the plums further down the orchard, as were the pigs,” and his mother confirmed that, so he produced from his pocket a jar of strawberry jam saying, “he was now going to change all that!”
The next five minutes, to the horror of the two women, he spent smearing both women`s sex and breasts with a coat of lavishly applied jam smeared on with erotic tenderness. As a final ‘cherry on the cake’ he fetched some of the plums splitting open two over ripe ones and placing them just in their respective sexual orifices, then retreating to the gate and settling on the top rail ate the remaing fruit while waiting the wasps
Within ten minutes the first had landed on his mother, god alone knows how these maligned insect, do it, but the word must have been rapidly passed, in another ten both women found they were a picnic table to dozens of the little black and yellow b**sts.
Skin crawling now, neither women dared make any sudden movements, desperate not to make any moves for fear of stings, especially to their erect nipples or sex. Both victims silently aware of their tormenter sitting nonchalantly munching plums while happily grinning down from the gate, watching their abject discomfort. Mother cracked first, he knew she would, head shaking desperately, trying to dislodge one persistent little insect from walking across her nose, the annoyed wasps rising from the vantage point, then within seconds settled once more on the sticky body, first one woman then the other, wriggled, jerked and attempted to shift the little critters. Ellie`s sex particularly smothered with the little horrors.
The wriggling bodies attracted the old boar, he ambled towards the twitching feast, followed dutifully by the two sows, neither women saw them coming until mother found herself snuffled by the wet nose of the big rough boar. He sloughed at the jam oblivious of the insects, his tongue slurping jam from her tender breast, a cloud of wasps angry swirling around the big rough head. Ellie distracted watching the ongoing action to her sister, suddenly found herself the subject of the two sows, one snuffling at the plumb still protruding from her sex, the others tongue on her right breast. Desperately she tried to reject the fruit, lodged in her channel by squeezing her muscles, but the over ripe fruit only burst and made matters worse. She began to curse the world, him, the pigs, wasps, especially, threatening him, cursing like a trouper and telling his fortune generally. Jerking hard at her unmoving bonds, the old sow snuffling at the squashed fruit, her sister slurping at Ellie`s tender breast both oblivious to her curses.
Laughing he climbed down, aware now of the dangers, shooing the three heavyweight feasters from the women, fearful that one would step up onto the secured women, realising ½ a ton of pig pirouetting on a soft belly would have done the women few favours! He relented releasing first his mother then the still cursing Ellie, they were soon up and waving their arms to deter the still present wasps neither made an attempt to dress and still barefoot they ran to the nearest loose box through the mud of the roadway, oblivious of stones, mud or calf muck between toes, Ellie leading, grabbing desperately at the hose, turning it on them both the cold water soon washing away the residue of jam, plumbs, mud and filth form their bodies cold though the water was, it was relief from the beaten wasps retreating now back to the orchard.
He appeared with their coats and the wellingtons, mother growling at him as she dressed, about wasps which he knew she had always hated.
Dressed now they returned to the house, boots off at the door in they went, the lazy dog laying still on the carpet, hardly raising his head, nor bothering with the three intruders to his doggy dreams.
During their ordeal John had sported a rampant erection, revelling in his victim `s discomfort and fears. He now tried to interest the women in relief but was refused by his mother on the grounds he was “a sadistic bastard and because of the jam and wasps he had no chance!” he turned to Ellie, who in solidarity with his mother, said, “she would rather screw Eric!” his somewhat chastened reply was a scornful “yeh if you can wake him!”
To which she regarded him for a moment with a long serious look then dropped her cloak, went down on all fours and called “Eric… screw-time.” Instantly the dog leapt up as bright as a puppy, he approached her his tongue, lapping at her face in a long-wet lick, his version of a kiss, his errection suddenly unsheathed, as he walked round his bitch, twice, Ellie still as a statue, waiting, expectant, while he sniffed at her wetness.
With a lunge, he leapt up, hips jerking as he tried desperately to lodge what was now a large stiff prick deep in her cavity. Three four five times he struck out then with a grunt he found her target. Forelegs gripping her waist, sweating with the effort he was putting into shagging his former mistress, drool dripping from his jaws, back curved as he attempted to get further into her body, she was herself obviously enjoying the using of her body so intensely, breathing hard as her first climax approached, she began to moan, saying that “his knot is swelling inside me and… OH GOD” she was shouting now s, ITS FLOODING ME, OH GOD, ITS RED HOT, OH MY GOD ITS SO PAINFUL, SO WONDERFUL OOOH. She quietened, concentrating on the a****l,and supporting their combined weight stilled, his dick embedded deep, time standing still drool pooling on her back, the kitchen quiet, both onlookers gazing fixedly at the woman on her knees and elbows the dog deep in her body fixed on her backside like seaweed on a rock well attached, her belly distending as he continued to pump his seed into her belly. The ordeal continued for a good ten long minutes, bar Ellie groaning there was little sound, Suddenly Eric, swung his self around swivelling in her body to stand arse to arse, relieving her of his extra weight, another minute or two and he stepped away dragging himself from his bitch, the long bloodshot tool swinging free, followed by a flood of his cum splashing onto the hard floor, the dog returning to his carpet by the stove to lick and clean the receding tool. Ellie collapsed onto her belly muscles tired from supporting her body belly like a stretched balloon still blowing seed from her used sex. Her one gasped comment being, “Jesus H Christ, he`s grown!”
At eight the next day he was feeding calves, pigs and hens, collecting eggs and finally fetching the dog, a border colley named ‘Eric.’
Together they walked the old familiar fields, where he had played as a young boy, the sun shone, the birds sang, he had achieved some of the fantasies of his adolescent years, had a good leave so far and all was right in the world.
Eric, having a right old time chasing rabbits, butterflies and any other creature that dared to move, by eleven they returned to the house, Ellie greeted the dog as an old friend, he sniffed at her then moved to mother, quickly burying his nose in her lap as she sat in the rocker. She laughed and fondled his head, as Ellie explained that “Eric had been the last dog in Tim`s life, he had bequeathed him to Jed and Mary.”
She added that “when training the dog, Tim had had the a****l screw her as a punishment” though for what she couldn’t remember, but said it wasn’t much of a punishment as “she had loved it,” but since Tim passed soon after, she had not dared do it again as she had not felt safe with the dog on her own and of course he was Jed`s dog now anyway and she could hardly borrow him for a night of lust could she!
Again, laughter peeled around the kitchen, the thought of his aunt begging the use of the old boy`s pet dog too much for him.
“Look” he said, “today I was going to peg you out as uncle Tim had, out in the orchard, as you said you would like to do that and all this other stuff for old time`s sake, now you will have to both take a vote as to which it`s to be today, as mother is going home on the six o`clock bus.”
Mother said that she was not keen on the dog idea, though she liked dogs, she had never liked them enough to want to make love with one and how she loved the idea of being unable to influence what was happening to her sexually that’s why she had such a joy of bondage, giving herself to her son to enjoy his fantasies, like hucow and wax games!
Ellie said” she was up for anything and didn’t care as long as they all enjoyed it and there was no fall-out!” So, it was decided that as Jed was away perhaps the orchard bondage was the way to go if that’s what he wanted them to do. His wide grin said it was to him more than acceptable.
The three bearing some rope, some big pegs and a sledge hammer, appeared in the old orchard, the women wearing just those old smocks they had worn to the dairy and their wellingtons which he insisted they left at the gate. Barefoot now he allowed the women to select where they wished to be staked out, saying that they were here for three hours each so to choose carefully.
They selected a spot near the apple trees, keeping well away from the plums where the three pigs were browsing on the dropped fruit. Ellie stripped and for a change Mother attached the ropes to her wrists and ankles while he pounded the pegs into place, the younger sister lying face up and allowed her to secure her tightly spread-eagled, enjoying a crafty fondle of her younger sister`s soft sex as she did so.
She then dropped her own coat, and lay passively next to her, till he had her secured in the same way. Her pubes still matted with the red wax, her pale body contrasting to the green of the soft grass, as she reconciled her mind to the bound situation it now found itself in.
He sat on the grass between them, and with a thin twig in his hand supposedly to remove any insects that landed, he began asking questions; Ellie first he asked, “what the most sensual or erotic thing she had ever done was” her answer that “his filling her in the dairy had been one of her best!” But with Tim being hung from a beam in the barn for a whipping one evening and being caught by old Enoch their ancient carter, was perhaps the most erotic and humiliating as Tim to ensure his silence had allowed the old boy to have a “watch of the punishment” and later at the old boy`s request, to give her “a few strokes of his horse whip,” which she said, “hurt like hell, but she didn’t begrudge him as it was probably his last taste of sex in this world as he died the very next week!”
He asked the same question of his mother, flicking her with the twig to irritate her skin as he did. Her reply had him laughing again, as she said that “she had enjoyed teasing her son in his adolescent years, while all the time, when-ever she was over here on the farm being screwed by his Uncle Tim, and having sex with Ellie, as much as she could without a hint to him!”
She had found the night at the pool the most erotic of presents she had ever enjoyed and thought though she loved being used by his uncle, and enjoyed the bondage and the pain, she found the humiliation of telling Sam all the details, the most erotic thing in the strange lives they had carved out for themselves, Sam being so shy.
He asked if “his dad knew everything she had ever done sexually?” to which she said she had “always been honest, as all partnerships are based on trust” and that “he would do well to remember it in the future.” She went on that “even at this moment she and Ellie were trusting him, or they would never have submitted them-selves, would they here, tied as they were, at his mercy?” to which he admitted he had never seen things that way, but he would in future he promised. Just then a motor horn tooted by the house so he hastily kissed each in turn, then said he would be back soon, and walked away, leaving them at the mercy of anything that crawled or flew.
He found the young postwoman stood at her van, with another of the parcels which he signed for. He asked her name and she told him ‘Muriel’ he reintroduced himself as ‘John,’ then he shocked her by bluntly asking if she fancied his aunt…
She turned a shade of red and stuttered a bit, so he went on that; “the branch of the army he was in, he worked with the WRAC, the women`s army, and as a young and randy squaddy it pays to be able to pick out the ones that had a tendency towards other women, as it saved time and money!” he chuckled and said that “yesterday he clicked she was one of these ladies, and knowing that his Aunt was ‘bi’ to say the least she should wait till they had gone home and try her luck” saying he “thought she would be in there, from what his aunt had said after she had driven away, sadly aunty was tied up right now but he knew she was interested!”
A very red Muriel, grunted her thanks and was quickly in the driving seat, thanking him for the tip and driving off rapidly, leaving him stood in a cloud of diesel fumes clutching the parcel. He went inside, Eric, barely raising his head from the warm carpet in greeting, a disturbed fly droning around his head. Leaving the parcel in the care of the dog a bulb lit in his brain so collecting something from the pantry he set off back to his captives.
He was soon with the two women, Ellie had a rather annoying caterpillar on her ankle which he carefully lifted to her great relief, though it was short lived as he placed the hairy monster on her left breast. He explained that he had told “Muriel the post woman that she ought to try it on with you, my pretty aunty, as you are both bi and lonely, but that you were tied up a bit at the moment and would be till we went home in a day or two!” Ellie looked horrified at the audacity of this grinning young man the caterpillar forgotten as he went on to ask; “if the fly`s etc were a nuisance!”
Ellie, muttered that “they were not too bad, as they, were more interested in the plums further down the orchard, as were the pigs,” and his mother confirmed that, so he produced from his pocket a jar of strawberry jam saying, “he was now going to change all that!”
The next five minutes, to the horror of the two women, he spent smearing both women`s sex and breasts with a coat of lavishly applied jam smeared on with erotic tenderness. As a final ‘cherry on the cake’ he fetched some of the plums splitting open two over ripe ones and placing them just in their respective sexual orifices, then retreating to the gate and settling on the top rail ate the remaing fruit while waiting the wasps
Within ten minutes the first had landed on his mother, god alone knows how these maligned insect, do it, but the word must have been rapidly passed, in another ten both women found they were a picnic table to dozens of the little black and yellow b**sts.
Skin crawling now, neither women dared make any sudden movements, desperate not to make any moves for fear of stings, especially to their erect nipples or sex. Both victims silently aware of their tormenter sitting nonchalantly munching plums while happily grinning down from the gate, watching their abject discomfort. Mother cracked first, he knew she would, head shaking desperately, trying to dislodge one persistent little insect from walking across her nose, the annoyed wasps rising from the vantage point, then within seconds settled once more on the sticky body, first one woman then the other, wriggled, jerked and attempted to shift the little critters. Ellie`s sex particularly smothered with the little horrors.
The wriggling bodies attracted the old boar, he ambled towards the twitching feast, followed dutifully by the two sows, neither women saw them coming until mother found herself snuffled by the wet nose of the big rough boar. He sloughed at the jam oblivious of the insects, his tongue slurping jam from her tender breast, a cloud of wasps angry swirling around the big rough head. Ellie distracted watching the ongoing action to her sister, suddenly found herself the subject of the two sows, one snuffling at the plumb still protruding from her sex, the others tongue on her right breast. Desperately she tried to reject the fruit, lodged in her channel by squeezing her muscles, but the over ripe fruit only burst and made matters worse. She began to curse the world, him, the pigs, wasps, especially, threatening him, cursing like a trouper and telling his fortune generally. Jerking hard at her unmoving bonds, the old sow snuffling at the squashed fruit, her sister slurping at Ellie`s tender breast both oblivious to her curses.
Laughing he climbed down, aware now of the dangers, shooing the three heavyweight feasters from the women, fearful that one would step up onto the secured women, realising ½ a ton of pig pirouetting on a soft belly would have done the women few favours! He relented releasing first his mother then the still cursing Ellie, they were soon up and waving their arms to deter the still present wasps neither made an attempt to dress and still barefoot they ran to the nearest loose box through the mud of the roadway, oblivious of stones, mud or calf muck between toes, Ellie leading, grabbing desperately at the hose, turning it on them both the cold water soon washing away the residue of jam, plumbs, mud and filth form their bodies cold though the water was, it was relief from the beaten wasps retreating now back to the orchard.
He appeared with their coats and the wellingtons, mother growling at him as she dressed, about wasps which he knew she had always hated.
Dressed now they returned to the house, boots off at the door in they went, the lazy dog laying still on the carpet, hardly raising his head, nor bothering with the three intruders to his doggy dreams.
During their ordeal John had sported a rampant erection, revelling in his victim `s discomfort and fears. He now tried to interest the women in relief but was refused by his mother on the grounds he was “a sadistic bastard and because of the jam and wasps he had no chance!” he turned to Ellie, who in solidarity with his mother, said, “she would rather screw Eric!” his somewhat chastened reply was a scornful “yeh if you can wake him!”
To which she regarded him for a moment with a long serious look then dropped her cloak, went down on all fours and called “Eric… screw-time.” Instantly the dog leapt up as bright as a puppy, he approached her his tongue, lapping at her face in a long-wet lick, his version of a kiss, his errection suddenly unsheathed, as he walked round his bitch, twice, Ellie still as a statue, waiting, expectant, while he sniffed at her wetness.
With a lunge, he leapt up, hips jerking as he tried desperately to lodge what was now a large stiff prick deep in her cavity. Three four five times he struck out then with a grunt he found her target. Forelegs gripping her waist, sweating with the effort he was putting into shagging his former mistress, drool dripping from his jaws, back curved as he attempted to get further into her body, she was herself obviously enjoying the using of her body so intensely, breathing hard as her first climax approached, she began to moan, saying that “his knot is swelling inside me and… OH GOD” she was shouting now s, ITS FLOODING ME, OH GOD, ITS RED HOT, OH MY GOD ITS SO PAINFUL, SO WONDERFUL OOOH. She quietened, concentrating on the a****l,and supporting their combined weight stilled, his dick embedded deep, time standing still drool pooling on her back, the kitchen quiet, both onlookers gazing fixedly at the woman on her knees and elbows the dog deep in her body fixed on her backside like seaweed on a rock well attached, her belly distending as he continued to pump his seed into her belly. The ordeal continued for a good ten long minutes, bar Ellie groaning there was little sound, Suddenly Eric, swung his self around swivelling in her body to stand arse to arse, relieving her of his extra weight, another minute or two and he stepped away dragging himself from his bitch, the long bloodshot tool swinging free, followed by a flood of his cum splashing onto the hard floor, the dog returning to his carpet by the stove to lick and clean the receding tool. Ellie collapsed onto her belly muscles tired from supporting her body belly like a stretched balloon still blowing seed from her used sex. Her one gasped comment being, “Jesus H Christ, he`s grown!”
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