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179 SANDY AND THE LINCOLNSHIRE TRYST free porn video
179 SANDY AND THE LINCOLNSHIRE TRYST
This is a late entry, sent to me by the ex-husband of this lovely lady who at the time I write of was engaged in being cuckold to the k9 population of this country, his pretty wife was not only keen on k9 sex she was keen to advertise her services to owners at that time, our man driving her to the trysts, and assisting as he could. Anything he could do to keep his wife happy he would do and she usually sending me her scribe the bones of the story for stories for you my readers, this one slipped through the net and was never sent due unhappily to their separation.
So, Steve, that’s the hubby, came home one night to his lady, our Sandy, saying that a guy in Lincolnshire had replied to the add and that he had agreed to their terms and wanted them to visit his hound the following weekend if they could. They agreed it was convenient by telephone, made the arrangements and on the Friday after work off they set off, it was a fair trot on a Friday night with the traffic they arrived late and tired.
The village was one of those places that the main road nowadays bi-passed, sleepy and quiet, the house one of those houses made of Lincolnshire pebbles, detached and pretty, the chap answering the knocker a man in his 60`s a hunting type, long hair, beard, tattoos, named Harry and his dog a big sandy coloured mutt, probably a Labrador, or something near, with the name of Brutus. He had been worried about them not visiting, it being so late, but the traffic had been horrendous.
The cottage was clean and tidy for a single man`s occupancy, true it lacked those little feminine touches, but it was homely and pleasant, the host welcoming and they were soon in a pretty little room with a double bed.
They slept well, then at a reasonable time they were called with tea, and later a full English breakfast, Harry copping a subtle squiz at Sandy as he delivered the tea, and again as she sat at breakfast. He had decided to exercise Brutus and the morning being sunny, they all set off together for a walk, Harry being a fund of countryside knowledge spent his time pointing out natural items as they wandered along, stuff that townies like Steve and Sandy would never have noticed.
Sandy having noted the man`s interest in her at the bedside and the table had dressed in a light summer frock, and flip flops, the day being warm she wore no underclothing at all, and the dress was so thin that even with its pattern her nipples stood out through the materiel so Harry and Steve could easily see their outline. Both men enjoying the view, and tending to walk where they could see her outline highlighted by the bright sunlight. The dog Brutus foraging about as loose dogs do, but being fondled by Sandy whenever in reach, her usual way of getting to know the a****ls, squatting down to his level whenever she thought it appropriate, and the dog friendly and doing a bit of face licking. Harry copping a glimpse of her uncovered sex as she squatted or stood, his old dick causing a tent as he tried not to look too obvious, though Steve knew she had both seen and noted the size.
At one of the corners of a big field they stopped, and as she stooped to fondle the dog it lunged at her toppling her onto the soft grass. Her dress rode up and both Harry and Steve were presented with a view of her rump and naked legs that pleased old Harry no end, though he called the dog back and helping her to her feet, apologising profusely, straightening her dress for her in a gentlemanly fashion, while helping her up with a hand under her bust, copping a feel as he did. She laughed, saying it was lucky she wasn’t in heels or a dress that mattered. Then they all walked on. At the next field end they watched the geese, prevalent here in Lincolnshire, in a ‘v’ formation, wings gently flapping as they took themselves over us. She knelt to the dog and he tried to mount her, pushing her flat, at which she again laughed saying “he`s eager Harry has he not had any in a long while?” Harry said that “the randy old bugger hasn’t even had a bitch for a year or more and sadly neither have I!” he went on “he can smell you, just look at his dick” true enough a few inches of his red rubber like taper was protruding from the sheath, and Sandy laughed once more saying “that in that case we had best turn for home and quite soon I want this dog as much as he wants me and though the walk is nice Harry, I want that prick jammed deep into the bit you have been trying to see all morning.!”
A little red of face now, Harry silently pointed the way and they set off again, the dog at her side and Harry and Steve following, Harry quietly asking if Sandy was really his wife, which was confirmed, then asking “don’t you find this all a bit strange boy, do you really mind?” to which he got the reply that “if it was what Sandy needed, he had no objections, in fact it turned him on a lot and before you ask Harry, if she wants to have you afterwards that is ok with me too, but it`s her choice!” he went on that “she loves to be used by the a****ls, filled, and securely knotted, in some strange way she loves the pain and anything else is a bonus, OK!”
Harry his jaw open said it was “OK” then pointed out some partridge, muttering that “Sandy must have made an impression on Brutus too” saying, with some surprise, that “that old bugger normally would have chased them but to his amazement the dog had not left her side!” he also said he could understand that! Which caused Steve to smile
They walked quite briskly home, urged on by the knowledge that they were going to see Sandy bred by the old dog.
Sandy going upstairs immediately, Steve mean-while laying a plastic sheet to protect the carpet and Sandy`s knees from carpet burns while Harry washed Brutus`s feet clean of the mud from the fields.
Sandy reappeared dressed in a soft grey dressing gown and took a seat on the couch.
Harry by this time sat opposite her on the armchair drying the feet of the eager dog. They say that a****ls don’t understand us humans, I must tell you this one knew exactly what was on offer and that he was going to have it if she liked it or not, Harry having difficulty holding him back as Sandy slowly opened the gown to reveal her dark crinkly and damp brown labia, soft, expectant and excited.
Both Brutus, and Harry had eyes glued to the tender soft morsel, Steve took up his camera and took a picture or two, he knew the form promising Harry copies.
The dog was at Sandy`s behest allowed to advance to her and lick the wet labia, his tongue lapped at her wetness from rosebud to clit time and again, she threw her dark hair back and groaned her approval. ” Yes, yes, yes” she cried, her first minor climax coming as soon as the rough pink tongue touched her pleasure button.
She slid herself down to the floor, shucking the gown as she went. On her knees now presenting her lovely soft arse to the a****l.
He took no time working out his next move, with a scrabble he leapt on her tearing free from his master`s grasp and forcing the tip of the red tool into her in a hole in one go.
Harry took her place on the sofa, his eyes fixed on Sandy`s tits swinging in time to the trusts of her brown hairy lover, his forelegs clasping her round the waist and drool dripping on her neck. She told them that his prick was extending itself deep into her body, saying he was filling her and it felt huge, groaning and encouraging the a****l to “go on” and “fill me” “split me in two if that’s what you want,” her eyes rolling “yes, yes!” and “oh god that’s wonderful” as the brown hips thrust at her faster and faster, suddenly the thrusts stopped and so wet was she that the long red tool had slipped from her wet virgina, Steve quickly grabbed it and replaced it into his wife as she grunted her disapproval of the rigid prong near piercing her leg as he tried to locate his target.
He jiggled himself in closer, forced forward by Steve`s hand on his rump as he to her relief and obvious enjoyment, resumed the fast pace of before, gasping and groaning. Until he slowed and she almost shouted that he was knotting her. She, probably for Harry`s enjoyment explained that the knot was growing, her groans becoming near screams as her cunt-walls stretched to accommodate the tennis ball of a pink knot. She groaned “oh god “then “oh he`s filling me, its scalding hot, oh, oh, oh!” her belly visibly swelling now as he filled her more and more, her face contorting with the pain as he slowly filled her from the contents of those tight black balls, twitching under the tail end of the dog. Her arms shaking now from supporting the weight of her own body and that of the great dog, she knew as they all did she was his, his bitch, welded together till that great knot shrank.
Tears ran from the strain of supporting her body, Steve, sitting himself in front of her holding her up, helping take some of the stress from her arms. Harry his fly open now was openly working on his cock though she muttered to him that “he should save it if he wanted sloppy seconds!”
It took 17 long minutes before her agony eased, the dog backed himself from her still pumping seed out onto the carpet cover as he backed away. Her unplugged body like a waterfall of his goo, as she rolled onto her back, arms now released of the strain, she waved weakly at Harry who didn’t need any real telling, her legs wide, sex gaping, sloppy, inviting. Still dressed he knelt on the wet slippery sheet and slid himself into her and began to thrust.
She looked at Steve, he knew she could not feel the older chap slopping about inside her cum filled body, so he called the dog to him and led him over her face. Laying naked under the a****l Steve holding his head, she took his tip into her mouth, she sucked, savouring the taste till he grunted and she again grunted as he dribbled the last of his spend into her mouth, Harry believing he had caused her joyous groan filled her with his own tribute.
The dog being dry now he walked off and began to clean himself, Steve taking his place, for his wife to relieve her man`s full balls, harry now slumped along her back, a spent force.
She swallowed every drop, and slowly they all returned to the world around them
The afternoon was over, she lay collapsed on the cum sticky sheet, Harry sat on one side his wet trousers wrapped round his legs, his flaccid penis a limp wreck. Once more a picture told of the situation with a click. Sandy rose and wobbled away to the shower, cum still draining down her legs and chin. Steve, after dressing scooping up the sheet taking it outside and washing it off with the garden hose.
After a pot of tea, and some buns they sat together, Sandy with Harrys arm round her on the sofa, gently caressing her breast, Steve in the armchair, a satisfied Bruno at his feet, Harry asking if she would come and visit again one day…I wonder if they ever did.
, we got chatting about what we were there for, and a few times sandy crouched down to play with his dog, he was getting very excited and pushed her over a few times. we got back and like i said yesterday, sandy went upstairs, then came back with her dressing gown on and sat down and opened it andl et the fun begin, she was so wet the knot slipped out and we eased it back in, 17 minutes he knotted her filled her good , she even squirted after he pulled out lol
This is a late entry, sent to me by the ex-husband of this lovely lady who at the time I write of was engaged in being cuckold to the k9 population of this country, his pretty wife was not only keen on k9 sex she was keen to advertise her services to owners at that time, our man driving her to the trysts, and assisting as he could. Anything he could do to keep his wife happy he would do and she usually sending me her scribe the bones of the story for stories for you my readers, this one slipped through the net and was never sent due unhappily to their separation.
So, Steve, that’s the hubby, came home one night to his lady, our Sandy, saying that a guy in Lincolnshire had replied to the add and that he had agreed to their terms and wanted them to visit his hound the following weekend if they could. They agreed it was convenient by telephone, made the arrangements and on the Friday after work off they set off, it was a fair trot on a Friday night with the traffic they arrived late and tired.
The village was one of those places that the main road nowadays bi-passed, sleepy and quiet, the house one of those houses made of Lincolnshire pebbles, detached and pretty, the chap answering the knocker a man in his 60`s a hunting type, long hair, beard, tattoos, named Harry and his dog a big sandy coloured mutt, probably a Labrador, or something near, with the name of Brutus. He had been worried about them not visiting, it being so late, but the traffic had been horrendous.
The cottage was clean and tidy for a single man`s occupancy, true it lacked those little feminine touches, but it was homely and pleasant, the host welcoming and they were soon in a pretty little room with a double bed.
They slept well, then at a reasonable time they were called with tea, and later a full English breakfast, Harry copping a subtle squiz at Sandy as he delivered the tea, and again as she sat at breakfast. He had decided to exercise Brutus and the morning being sunny, they all set off together for a walk, Harry being a fund of countryside knowledge spent his time pointing out natural items as they wandered along, stuff that townies like Steve and Sandy would never have noticed.
Sandy having noted the man`s interest in her at the bedside and the table had dressed in a light summer frock, and flip flops, the day being warm she wore no underclothing at all, and the dress was so thin that even with its pattern her nipples stood out through the materiel so Harry and Steve could easily see their outline. Both men enjoying the view, and tending to walk where they could see her outline highlighted by the bright sunlight. The dog Brutus foraging about as loose dogs do, but being fondled by Sandy whenever in reach, her usual way of getting to know the a****ls, squatting down to his level whenever she thought it appropriate, and the dog friendly and doing a bit of face licking. Harry copping a glimpse of her uncovered sex as she squatted or stood, his old dick causing a tent as he tried not to look too obvious, though Steve knew she had both seen and noted the size.
At one of the corners of a big field they stopped, and as she stooped to fondle the dog it lunged at her toppling her onto the soft grass. Her dress rode up and both Harry and Steve were presented with a view of her rump and naked legs that pleased old Harry no end, though he called the dog back and helping her to her feet, apologising profusely, straightening her dress for her in a gentlemanly fashion, while helping her up with a hand under her bust, copping a feel as he did. She laughed, saying it was lucky she wasn’t in heels or a dress that mattered. Then they all walked on. At the next field end they watched the geese, prevalent here in Lincolnshire, in a ‘v’ formation, wings gently flapping as they took themselves over us. She knelt to the dog and he tried to mount her, pushing her flat, at which she again laughed saying “he`s eager Harry has he not had any in a long while?” Harry said that “the randy old bugger hasn’t even had a bitch for a year or more and sadly neither have I!” he went on “he can smell you, just look at his dick” true enough a few inches of his red rubber like taper was protruding from the sheath, and Sandy laughed once more saying “that in that case we had best turn for home and quite soon I want this dog as much as he wants me and though the walk is nice Harry, I want that prick jammed deep into the bit you have been trying to see all morning.!”
A little red of face now, Harry silently pointed the way and they set off again, the dog at her side and Harry and Steve following, Harry quietly asking if Sandy was really his wife, which was confirmed, then asking “don’t you find this all a bit strange boy, do you really mind?” to which he got the reply that “if it was what Sandy needed, he had no objections, in fact it turned him on a lot and before you ask Harry, if she wants to have you afterwards that is ok with me too, but it`s her choice!” he went on that “she loves to be used by the a****ls, filled, and securely knotted, in some strange way she loves the pain and anything else is a bonus, OK!”
Harry his jaw open said it was “OK” then pointed out some partridge, muttering that “Sandy must have made an impression on Brutus too” saying, with some surprise, that “that old bugger normally would have chased them but to his amazement the dog had not left her side!” he also said he could understand that! Which caused Steve to smile
They walked quite briskly home, urged on by the knowledge that they were going to see Sandy bred by the old dog.
Sandy going upstairs immediately, Steve mean-while laying a plastic sheet to protect the carpet and Sandy`s knees from carpet burns while Harry washed Brutus`s feet clean of the mud from the fields.
Sandy reappeared dressed in a soft grey dressing gown and took a seat on the couch.
Harry by this time sat opposite her on the armchair drying the feet of the eager dog. They say that a****ls don’t understand us humans, I must tell you this one knew exactly what was on offer and that he was going to have it if she liked it or not, Harry having difficulty holding him back as Sandy slowly opened the gown to reveal her dark crinkly and damp brown labia, soft, expectant and excited.
Both Brutus, and Harry had eyes glued to the tender soft morsel, Steve took up his camera and took a picture or two, he knew the form promising Harry copies.
The dog was at Sandy`s behest allowed to advance to her and lick the wet labia, his tongue lapped at her wetness from rosebud to clit time and again, she threw her dark hair back and groaned her approval. ” Yes, yes, yes” she cried, her first minor climax coming as soon as the rough pink tongue touched her pleasure button.
She slid herself down to the floor, shucking the gown as she went. On her knees now presenting her lovely soft arse to the a****l.
He took no time working out his next move, with a scrabble he leapt on her tearing free from his master`s grasp and forcing the tip of the red tool into her in a hole in one go.
Harry took her place on the sofa, his eyes fixed on Sandy`s tits swinging in time to the trusts of her brown hairy lover, his forelegs clasping her round the waist and drool dripping on her neck. She told them that his prick was extending itself deep into her body, saying he was filling her and it felt huge, groaning and encouraging the a****l to “go on” and “fill me” “split me in two if that’s what you want,” her eyes rolling “yes, yes!” and “oh god that’s wonderful” as the brown hips thrust at her faster and faster, suddenly the thrusts stopped and so wet was she that the long red tool had slipped from her wet virgina, Steve quickly grabbed it and replaced it into his wife as she grunted her disapproval of the rigid prong near piercing her leg as he tried to locate his target.
He jiggled himself in closer, forced forward by Steve`s hand on his rump as he to her relief and obvious enjoyment, resumed the fast pace of before, gasping and groaning. Until he slowed and she almost shouted that he was knotting her. She, probably for Harry`s enjoyment explained that the knot was growing, her groans becoming near screams as her cunt-walls stretched to accommodate the tennis ball of a pink knot. She groaned “oh god “then “oh he`s filling me, its scalding hot, oh, oh, oh!” her belly visibly swelling now as he filled her more and more, her face contorting with the pain as he slowly filled her from the contents of those tight black balls, twitching under the tail end of the dog. Her arms shaking now from supporting the weight of her own body and that of the great dog, she knew as they all did she was his, his bitch, welded together till that great knot shrank.
Tears ran from the strain of supporting her body, Steve, sitting himself in front of her holding her up, helping take some of the stress from her arms. Harry his fly open now was openly working on his cock though she muttered to him that “he should save it if he wanted sloppy seconds!”
It took 17 long minutes before her agony eased, the dog backed himself from her still pumping seed out onto the carpet cover as he backed away. Her unplugged body like a waterfall of his goo, as she rolled onto her back, arms now released of the strain, she waved weakly at Harry who didn’t need any real telling, her legs wide, sex gaping, sloppy, inviting. Still dressed he knelt on the wet slippery sheet and slid himself into her and began to thrust.
She looked at Steve, he knew she could not feel the older chap slopping about inside her cum filled body, so he called the dog to him and led him over her face. Laying naked under the a****l Steve holding his head, she took his tip into her mouth, she sucked, savouring the taste till he grunted and she again grunted as he dribbled the last of his spend into her mouth, Harry believing he had caused her joyous groan filled her with his own tribute.
The dog being dry now he walked off and began to clean himself, Steve taking his place, for his wife to relieve her man`s full balls, harry now slumped along her back, a spent force.
She swallowed every drop, and slowly they all returned to the world around them
The afternoon was over, she lay collapsed on the cum sticky sheet, Harry sat on one side his wet trousers wrapped round his legs, his flaccid penis a limp wreck. Once more a picture told of the situation with a click. Sandy rose and wobbled away to the shower, cum still draining down her legs and chin. Steve, after dressing scooping up the sheet taking it outside and washing it off with the garden hose.
After a pot of tea, and some buns they sat together, Sandy with Harrys arm round her on the sofa, gently caressing her breast, Steve in the armchair, a satisfied Bruno at his feet, Harry asking if she would come and visit again one day…I wonder if they ever did.
, we got chatting about what we were there for, and a few times sandy crouched down to play with his dog, he was getting very excited and pushed her over a few times. we got back and like i said yesterday, sandy went upstairs, then came back with her dressing gown on and sat down and opened it andl et the fun begin, she was so wet the knot slipped out and we eased it back in, 17 minutes he knotted her filled her good , she even squirted after he pulled out lol
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