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Well we were lying in the sun, in the aftermath of a sexual adventure, both me and the boy having just fingered the lady wife to a goodly climax the lazy bees buzzing in the bushes nearby, the odd fish skipping after a fly, splashing back into the tranquil water and disturbing the natural quiet. It was warm and idyllic, my son yesterday had been made a man by my lovely wife, lying beside us both, dozing, all of us naked, we hadn’t bothered with clothes, our holiday cabin being so remote.
The lad being the lad, quietly said to Joan, was she really serious about being ‘had’ till she was u*********s, as it seemed a bit extreme. She chuckled, then asked him “if he fancied trying it then?” he replied that “he doubted single handily it was possible,” to which remark she replied “Well thank you son, nice comment!” he was quick to add “with any one woman I doubt one man could achieve that, I mean how many men would you think it would take?”
She stared at him intensely, then said “are you serious?” he said he was, and she said that “she didn’t know it was just her fantasy but a few, and yes it was a fantasy she had always had and one day perhaps she would have to try it before she was too old. But it was in the same area as being kept as a bondage slave and used constantly as her captors wished, it took away the control and that was likely to be the key, though it was a fantasy, just that at the moment.”
The sun began slowly to fall, we were hungry, it had been a long sensual day sadly we had chatted today on a sex subject perhaps more than some folk do in a lifetime, we scooped up the rug, and together we trudged back up the slope to the cabin. Joan straight away went off to shower, her hair she said was like a mat. Jason and I started on a meal, chatting as we did; he asked if his mum “was always as sexy and adventurous ever since I met her?” to which I said “she had always turned me on since day one, but today had been a revelation in her coming clean and I have learnt a lot too.”
So he asked if I had any plans about making her fantasies happen, well to be honest I had given it a thought or two but so far I had been happy to let things evolve. So I said “which ones did he mean?” His reply took my mind by storm, He suggested “perhaps we could enlist some help and have a gang bang somewhere we were not known, perhaps 6 or a dozen men for her greatest fantasy, he said “we could just smack her backside anytime if that`s what she wanted, and we could do that here before we left keeping her as a bondage slave for the next couple of days till we were due to go home if we really wanted to fulfil her wishes!”
Just then Joan returned still naked and we sat to eat, the subject diplomatically dropped. The meal over, we washed up the dishes, and then watched telly for a while. Joan decided on an early night saying the sun had realy made her tired, so she toddled off to bed leaving my son and me with a film that we both had got into. After it finished we sat and chatted, my son suggested that next day we took his mother and used her like a sex slave for a day or two. The idea was not without merit, but I said “no” as I felt we could do better with the softly, softly approach, after all it had worked so far! He I thought reluctantly, toddled off to his bed, and I to mine Joan was asleep, and turned away my amorous advances, me being the one who had missed out all day I was not best pleased. During the night when up for a toilet trip, I again tried my luck, and Joan turned her back once more. Finally as the light of day did its thing, I tried yet again, this time she didn’t wake properly, called me Jason pushed me away and saying not again and turned her back. My balls were turning blue! I was annoyed and I lay thinking about Jason`s idea, and it had a lot more merit than it had had last night.
I got up early, and was sat with coffee when Jason arrived in the kitchen, over coffee we planned a surprise for Joan, we decided to keep her as a sub slave for the next 2 days, so she could experience at least one of her fantasies, I said I would give the other some thought.
There were a few practical difficulties to that of course, we were in the midst of nowhere in terms of toys and kit, however as I said earlier, unbeknown to my son, we have been bdsm swingers for some time and we do carry a pair of handcuffs and a couple of leather cuffs for ankles, and a dog collar for the odd games while away but the rest of our toys are hidden away at home.
Between us we assessed what bondage kit we had to hand, we found that other than the cuffs and collars we had a luggage strap or two, a length of light chain, a roll off gaffer tape, some cord, and a couple of bungee straps. Jason reckoned that would be more than enough, surprisingly not questioning the cuffs or collars. He suggested we used the woodshed at the back of the cabin, saying he reckoned “it would be more hygienic as we don’t want her pissing all over the indoor flooring, do we?” and “it`s out of the sun or the rain and with the doors closed no critters could get in!” he went on that “we will have mum say 36 hours to use, I suggest we take turns so we use the time well!” this young man had planned it all out and I had to laugh at his way of thinking and his thoroughness..
We sat and discussed the whole scenario, planning and deciding, (I won`t bother tell you what we decided it will be apparent as we go along...) Then off he went to the woodshed to sort out the logs and make a space to secure what we had decided to call ‘the subject.’
My part of the thing was to get her ready and trussed up, so taking a few items off I went to our bed and quickly snapped on the cuffs in front of her, she woke and I smiled at her and kissed her and she smiled back saying “oh want to play do you!” she let me put on her collar and anklet cuffs with a big grin, then with a fleeting look of concern said “but I need to pee” my answer was to run one of her scarves as a gag through her teeth tying it behind her head, this for her was something new, then her eyes showed relief as I stood her up and led her into the kitchen. She obviously expected me to take her to the toilet, she was alarmed and wide eyed when I led her outside and round to the woodshed. Here Jason met her and she looked askance of me, as if to say, ‘he has never seen her like this before.’
I laughed and released her gag, saying” Jason and I have decided to allow you a chance to live your fantasy of being our slave for the next 36 hours, enjoy it we are going to, then I placed the scarf around her eyes and Jason forced her to bend onto a pile of logs securing her hands ahead of her.
She referred to us as “a sadistic pair of bastards,” as I tied her ankles to the pile, and she went on that “this is an uncomfortable position boy`s and I still need a pee”
Jason laughed and said “well slave; you had best get used to it its where you stay for the next few hours and there aint no toilet brakes in this man`s army!” he began to laugh and slipped his hand up her leg under the thin and luckily old nightdress she was still wearing. She cursed us both and her own big mouth for getting her into this situation, whether she meant it or it was just part of the scene I am not sure but it seemed real enough to me and Jason and I laughed at her outburst which made her worse.
We left her to go make breakfast and to let her come to terms with her situation.
After we had eaten Jason made some porridge which he put in a dish and we returned to the subject now quiet and with a damp nightdress, he placed the bowl in front of her nose and said “breakfast” then we returned to the house as the rain started again, she was in the dry and Jason and I sat watching a film for the next hour or so. He produced a coin and said toss you for who has her first, he span the coin, I called, I lost, with a smile he set off for the woodshed, saying see you at 12.
Now what happened for the next hour I never found out? However when I went to the shed at 12 Jason said that he was hungry and would cook something for us, there was porridge round her face, her tits were hanging in a space he had dug in the logs purple and bound with the bungees, her nightdress tucked up on her back and her arse red from a recent handprint or two. She was a picture and I called after him ‘to fetch my camera as I knew some folks who would love this for their collection, my mates on line, such as Alibodge eddy in the UK!’ He laughed and said “ok” and was soon back. After the pictures were taken, off he went again and I released the bungees, the pain as the blood returned had her moaning as I slipped myself deep into her soft sexual tunnel; it was already warmly wet from her excitement and my son`s seed.
I stood her and secured her to a roof beam with the light chain to her collar, she said her thanks as the logs were getting uncomfortable, I laughed as she asked if we were going to finish the game soon? I told her “she was our slave and she would be here a while, each of us taking turns at her till we tired of the game, and that it was her fantasy so to be grateful” her reply was to question my parentage and to curse the day she had been open with her son.
I laughed and went indoors and we took turns alright and all night, disturbing her on the hour every hour on her uncomfortable sawdust floor bed, she wore a gag now and stood to order to be had over the logs. Cold cum dribbled down her legs, which trembled as she groaned and climaxed each time, her eyes shone and glittered in the lamplight and I could tell she was loving it, she was getting into the whole fantasy, perhaps more than we were.
At my age sex every two hours was asking a lot, and before the night was over I had overslept the 4 am call of my alarm, that meant it was not reset for 6, so it was Jason who called me at 7, saying it was my turn next as he had been ‘at it every two hours all night’ and wanted some sleep, I did not enlighten him. I cooked some food, and delivered it to her, no sense in letting her starve, I had to wake her and half asleep she stood once more like a puppet, turned faced the logs and took her place. I laughed fetched her back, and gave her the food, leaving to return to the kitchen and my own breakfast.
As I finished the washing up there was a tap at the door, I opened it and was faced with a large red faced lumber jack, an Irishman who introduced himself as Michael O’Hair.
I invited him in and over coffee he was he said the foreman of the gang working in the next valley, they would be shifting out the logs next week and the roadway would be in use by the gangs loggers all of who were paid by the trip, and he wanted to warn us! I took it they were like hell drivers! Luckily we were going before the rush started.
I asked how many were in the cutting gang and was told eight, the mind went into overdrive. I asked if they were randy sods and he said they were and that he was having trouble keeping them in line he could do with a cathouse, and he began to laugh. I explained I had a woman, who needed a seeing too, and for a few dollars I would supply her no questions asked for 1 night only but each man could only have her once each, and there was no links to be made to this cabin. The deal was done, he jumped at it so I told him there would be two handlers and the woman and to fetch us at six that evening, he must collect the cash and collect us himself, as well as supply a bed etc and return us after the ball was over.
We shook hands and he was soon away.
Jason got up after a while, and I explained the deal, he was shall we say happy as a sand-boy, we shortened her sentence to dinnertime, both had her again as we had during the night, then fetched her in and allowed her to bathe and sleep till teatime, we had said nothing about the timber crew.
While she slept Jason and I packed the car, ready for the trip home. She woke and we all sat at the table over coffee, she told us the night had been in her words “mind-blowing!” she had enjoyed being used and so on and she thanked us for making that fantasy come true. I told her it was not over yet!
She was to be ready at this table at five to six o’clock; she was to wear just her housecoat, her collar and some shoes. We would be doing the rest! She was not to say a word all evening and to do just as she was told, until we left for our own home. She said “but that`s not till tomorrow!” so I laughed and said we would see.
At 5 to six she sat at the table dressed as I had told her, toileted, bathed, powdered, and smelling as instructed of a good perfume. I attached the chain to her collar once more, and as soon as I saw the foreman`s utility coming up the road I kissed her and placed a small sack over her head, warning her again to stay totally silent all evening until she was in our car.
We led my beloved wife out and soon loaded our willing victim into the back seat of the utility, nothing was said and we soon bumped along the old rutted roadway, till a bunch of semitrailers all built up as accommodation was reached, it was “loggers heaven” O’Hair said. We were shown into one with an iron framed bed in the centre, and little else bar stores in racks on every wall.
Joan was helped onto the bed removing her housecoat as we did; I attached the chain to the bed-head more as a token than real security, and then removed her sack. She blinked at the unaccustomed light, her eyes taking in the whole place and situation in a single quick but searching glance.
Jason put his finger to his lips to remind her of her vow of silence, and then he said that this was to be her second fantasy, enlightenment arrived in her eyes and she looked thanks at me with eyes like saucers, I blew her a kiss and set up the camera on its stand with a smile.
Michael O’Hair the foreman was to be first, he was shall we say as big and robust a lover as he was a character. For 20 long minutes he had her hard and fast, she climaxed as she spewed his seed into her and he rolled off well satisfied. He thanked her and she nodded her acceptance as I opened the door to find an orderly queue formed at the foot of the steps, the game was afoot, some took just 5 minutes some a long 15, each thrust a fist of notes at O’Hair as they mounted the steps, each added to the fill in my lady wife, she was as still game as the fourth thrust and grunted into her full body as she had been at the start, there was little finesse, these men had worked for months in these woods, they were fit healthy mostly young men, they had had little to lose energy on, except those dammed logs 7 days a week, month after month, logs, logs, logs! Tonight though Lust was on their minds and they were not to be diverted by little things like gentleness or romance. It was bold raw hammer away sex, wham bang and if you are lucky thank you mam.
At the fifth she began to moan, Jason held her hand as the sixth appeared, a particularly big lad, he thrust himself uncaringly into her and she screamed as the giant prick stretched her wider, she was gripping Jason`s hand in a vice like grip. He took no notice, neither did the blunt logger thrust, thrust, thrusting, and he filled her with a final gasp laying for a moment on her limp body, and chewing on a breast.
The huge O’Hair shifted him off by grabbing at his neck with a huge paw and throwing the spent man at the door. There was no argument the foreman was a man mountain. The next man scuttled in and mounted her like a rat up a drainpipe, she by now was stretched and open especially from the last man, so it took this one a long slow quarter of an hour of persistent battering away, Joan was by now having yet another climax huge and heavy, gasps, eyes rolling and head flopping from side to side in what can only be described as a near fit type of action, her massive outburst triggered the man and he filled her as the rest had done before.
As the last chap mounted her and the hydraulic action of his piston filled her already full body, semen trickled from her like a geyser, her gaze fixed on me as her eyes silently begged for the queue to be gone and her ordeal to be over, I laughed and said “last one my girl,” and she looked very relieved as he began his ride, more mature than the rest, he was a real old time ladies man, he knew just how to touch her, how to get her to react, not for him wham and bang, he was a craftsman through and through, his skill evident in that he waited for her to climax again before nibbling at her nipples he took her over the top in a masterly fashion and filled her at the same time, it was poetry in motion, to have filled her and fetched her to this perfect finish was a skill, and was a fitting end to that wonderful evening. He kissed her, thanked her then withdrew, and as he wobbled away sated, we unchained her, clothed her in her housecoat and led her, a wet track trailing behind her, staggering back to the utility.
We were soon at the cabin, O’Hair thanking me and blowing a kiss to her as a goodbye as Jason helped her inside, He thrust a big bundle of notes into my hands. As the big motor roared away He became a distant memory.
We showered her, we dressed her and then we loaded her into the car, still a little dazed, she had been told to stay quiet until she was back in our car and she had done just that perfectly.
We locked up and I drove away, her thanks for allowing the reality of her fantasy to be realised, ringing in our ear`s.
Our holiday was over once again.
Well we were lying in the sun, in the aftermath of a sexual adventure, both me and the boy having just fingered the lady wife to a goodly climax the lazy bees buzzing in the bushes nearby, the odd fish skipping after a fly, splashing back into the tranquil water and disturbing the natural quiet. It was warm and idyllic, my son yesterday had been made a man by my lovely wife, lying beside us both, dozing, all of us naked, we hadn’t bothered with clothes, our holiday cabin being so remote.
The lad being the lad, quietly said to Joan, was she really serious about being ‘had’ till she was u*********s, as it seemed a bit extreme. She chuckled, then asked him “if he fancied trying it then?” he replied that “he doubted single handily it was possible,” to which remark she replied “Well thank you son, nice comment!” he was quick to add “with any one woman I doubt one man could achieve that, I mean how many men would you think it would take?”
She stared at him intensely, then said “are you serious?” he said he was, and she said that “she didn’t know it was just her fantasy but a few, and yes it was a fantasy she had always had and one day perhaps she would have to try it before she was too old. But it was in the same area as being kept as a bondage slave and used constantly as her captors wished, it took away the control and that was likely to be the key, though it was a fantasy, just that at the moment.”
The sun began slowly to fall, we were hungry, it had been a long sensual day sadly we had chatted today on a sex subject perhaps more than some folk do in a lifetime, we scooped up the rug, and together we trudged back up the slope to the cabin. Joan straight away went off to shower, her hair she said was like a mat. Jason and I started on a meal, chatting as we did; he asked if his mum “was always as sexy and adventurous ever since I met her?” to which I said “she had always turned me on since day one, but today had been a revelation in her coming clean and I have learnt a lot too.”
So he asked if I had any plans about making her fantasies happen, well to be honest I had given it a thought or two but so far I had been happy to let things evolve. So I said “which ones did he mean?” His reply took my mind by storm, He suggested “perhaps we could enlist some help and have a gang bang somewhere we were not known, perhaps 6 or a dozen men for her greatest fantasy, he said “we could just smack her backside anytime if that`s what she wanted, and we could do that here before we left keeping her as a bondage slave for the next couple of days till we were due to go home if we really wanted to fulfil her wishes!”
Just then Joan returned still naked and we sat to eat, the subject diplomatically dropped. The meal over, we washed up the dishes, and then watched telly for a while. Joan decided on an early night saying the sun had realy made her tired, so she toddled off to bed leaving my son and me with a film that we both had got into. After it finished we sat and chatted, my son suggested that next day we took his mother and used her like a sex slave for a day or two. The idea was not without merit, but I said “no” as I felt we could do better with the softly, softly approach, after all it had worked so far! He I thought reluctantly, toddled off to his bed, and I to mine Joan was asleep, and turned away my amorous advances, me being the one who had missed out all day I was not best pleased. During the night when up for a toilet trip, I again tried my luck, and Joan turned her back once more. Finally as the light of day did its thing, I tried yet again, this time she didn’t wake properly, called me Jason pushed me away and saying not again and turned her back. My balls were turning blue! I was annoyed and I lay thinking about Jason`s idea, and it had a lot more merit than it had had last night.
I got up early, and was sat with coffee when Jason arrived in the kitchen, over coffee we planned a surprise for Joan, we decided to keep her as a sub slave for the next 2 days, so she could experience at least one of her fantasies, I said I would give the other some thought.
There were a few practical difficulties to that of course, we were in the midst of nowhere in terms of toys and kit, however as I said earlier, unbeknown to my son, we have been bdsm swingers for some time and we do carry a pair of handcuffs and a couple of leather cuffs for ankles, and a dog collar for the odd games while away but the rest of our toys are hidden away at home.
Between us we assessed what bondage kit we had to hand, we found that other than the cuffs and collars we had a luggage strap or two, a length of light chain, a roll off gaffer tape, some cord, and a couple of bungee straps. Jason reckoned that would be more than enough, surprisingly not questioning the cuffs or collars. He suggested we used the woodshed at the back of the cabin, saying he reckoned “it would be more hygienic as we don’t want her pissing all over the indoor flooring, do we?” and “it`s out of the sun or the rain and with the doors closed no critters could get in!” he went on that “we will have mum say 36 hours to use, I suggest we take turns so we use the time well!” this young man had planned it all out and I had to laugh at his way of thinking and his thoroughness..
We sat and discussed the whole scenario, planning and deciding, (I won`t bother tell you what we decided it will be apparent as we go along...) Then off he went to the woodshed to sort out the logs and make a space to secure what we had decided to call ‘the subject.’
My part of the thing was to get her ready and trussed up, so taking a few items off I went to our bed and quickly snapped on the cuffs in front of her, she woke and I smiled at her and kissed her and she smiled back saying “oh want to play do you!” she let me put on her collar and anklet cuffs with a big grin, then with a fleeting look of concern said “but I need to pee” my answer was to run one of her scarves as a gag through her teeth tying it behind her head, this for her was something new, then her eyes showed relief as I stood her up and led her into the kitchen. She obviously expected me to take her to the toilet, she was alarmed and wide eyed when I led her outside and round to the woodshed. Here Jason met her and she looked askance of me, as if to say, ‘he has never seen her like this before.’
I laughed and released her gag, saying” Jason and I have decided to allow you a chance to live your fantasy of being our slave for the next 36 hours, enjoy it we are going to, then I placed the scarf around her eyes and Jason forced her to bend onto a pile of logs securing her hands ahead of her.
She referred to us as “a sadistic pair of bastards,” as I tied her ankles to the pile, and she went on that “this is an uncomfortable position boy`s and I still need a pee”
Jason laughed and said “well slave; you had best get used to it its where you stay for the next few hours and there aint no toilet brakes in this man`s army!” he began to laugh and slipped his hand up her leg under the thin and luckily old nightdress she was still wearing. She cursed us both and her own big mouth for getting her into this situation, whether she meant it or it was just part of the scene I am not sure but it seemed real enough to me and Jason and I laughed at her outburst which made her worse.
We left her to go make breakfast and to let her come to terms with her situation.
After we had eaten Jason made some porridge which he put in a dish and we returned to the subject now quiet and with a damp nightdress, he placed the bowl in front of her nose and said “breakfast” then we returned to the house as the rain started again, she was in the dry and Jason and I sat watching a film for the next hour or so. He produced a coin and said toss you for who has her first, he span the coin, I called, I lost, with a smile he set off for the woodshed, saying see you at 12.
Now what happened for the next hour I never found out? However when I went to the shed at 12 Jason said that he was hungry and would cook something for us, there was porridge round her face, her tits were hanging in a space he had dug in the logs purple and bound with the bungees, her nightdress tucked up on her back and her arse red from a recent handprint or two. She was a picture and I called after him ‘to fetch my camera as I knew some folks who would love this for their collection, my mates on line, such as Alibodge eddy in the UK!’ He laughed and said “ok” and was soon back. After the pictures were taken, off he went again and I released the bungees, the pain as the blood returned had her moaning as I slipped myself deep into her soft sexual tunnel; it was already warmly wet from her excitement and my son`s seed.
I stood her and secured her to a roof beam with the light chain to her collar, she said her thanks as the logs were getting uncomfortable, I laughed as she asked if we were going to finish the game soon? I told her “she was our slave and she would be here a while, each of us taking turns at her till we tired of the game, and that it was her fantasy so to be grateful” her reply was to question my parentage and to curse the day she had been open with her son.
I laughed and went indoors and we took turns alright and all night, disturbing her on the hour every hour on her uncomfortable sawdust floor bed, she wore a gag now and stood to order to be had over the logs. Cold cum dribbled down her legs, which trembled as she groaned and climaxed each time, her eyes shone and glittered in the lamplight and I could tell she was loving it, she was getting into the whole fantasy, perhaps more than we were.
At my age sex every two hours was asking a lot, and before the night was over I had overslept the 4 am call of my alarm, that meant it was not reset for 6, so it was Jason who called me at 7, saying it was my turn next as he had been ‘at it every two hours all night’ and wanted some sleep, I did not enlighten him. I cooked some food, and delivered it to her, no sense in letting her starve, I had to wake her and half asleep she stood once more like a puppet, turned faced the logs and took her place. I laughed fetched her back, and gave her the food, leaving to return to the kitchen and my own breakfast.
As I finished the washing up there was a tap at the door, I opened it and was faced with a large red faced lumber jack, an Irishman who introduced himself as Michael O’Hair.
I invited him in and over coffee he was he said the foreman of the gang working in the next valley, they would be shifting out the logs next week and the roadway would be in use by the gangs loggers all of who were paid by the trip, and he wanted to warn us! I took it they were like hell drivers! Luckily we were going before the rush started.
I asked how many were in the cutting gang and was told eight, the mind went into overdrive. I asked if they were randy sods and he said they were and that he was having trouble keeping them in line he could do with a cathouse, and he began to laugh. I explained I had a woman, who needed a seeing too, and for a few dollars I would supply her no questions asked for 1 night only but each man could only have her once each, and there was no links to be made to this cabin. The deal was done, he jumped at it so I told him there would be two handlers and the woman and to fetch us at six that evening, he must collect the cash and collect us himself, as well as supply a bed etc and return us after the ball was over.
We shook hands and he was soon away.
Jason got up after a while, and I explained the deal, he was shall we say happy as a sand-boy, we shortened her sentence to dinnertime, both had her again as we had during the night, then fetched her in and allowed her to bathe and sleep till teatime, we had said nothing about the timber crew.
While she slept Jason and I packed the car, ready for the trip home. She woke and we all sat at the table over coffee, she told us the night had been in her words “mind-blowing!” she had enjoyed being used and so on and she thanked us for making that fantasy come true. I told her it was not over yet!
She was to be ready at this table at five to six o’clock; she was to wear just her housecoat, her collar and some shoes. We would be doing the rest! She was not to say a word all evening and to do just as she was told, until we left for our own home. She said “but that`s not till tomorrow!” so I laughed and said we would see.
At 5 to six she sat at the table dressed as I had told her, toileted, bathed, powdered, and smelling as instructed of a good perfume. I attached the chain to her collar once more, and as soon as I saw the foreman`s utility coming up the road I kissed her and placed a small sack over her head, warning her again to stay totally silent all evening until she was in our car.
We led my beloved wife out and soon loaded our willing victim into the back seat of the utility, nothing was said and we soon bumped along the old rutted roadway, till a bunch of semitrailers all built up as accommodation was reached, it was “loggers heaven” O’Hair said. We were shown into one with an iron framed bed in the centre, and little else bar stores in racks on every wall.
Joan was helped onto the bed removing her housecoat as we did; I attached the chain to the bed-head more as a token than real security, and then removed her sack. She blinked at the unaccustomed light, her eyes taking in the whole place and situation in a single quick but searching glance.
Jason put his finger to his lips to remind her of her vow of silence, and then he said that this was to be her second fantasy, enlightenment arrived in her eyes and she looked thanks at me with eyes like saucers, I blew her a kiss and set up the camera on its stand with a smile.
Michael O’Hair the foreman was to be first, he was shall we say as big and robust a lover as he was a character. For 20 long minutes he had her hard and fast, she climaxed as she spewed his seed into her and he rolled off well satisfied. He thanked her and she nodded her acceptance as I opened the door to find an orderly queue formed at the foot of the steps, the game was afoot, some took just 5 minutes some a long 15, each thrust a fist of notes at O’Hair as they mounted the steps, each added to the fill in my lady wife, she was as still game as the fourth thrust and grunted into her full body as she had been at the start, there was little finesse, these men had worked for months in these woods, they were fit healthy mostly young men, they had had little to lose energy on, except those dammed logs 7 days a week, month after month, logs, logs, logs! Tonight though Lust was on their minds and they were not to be diverted by little things like gentleness or romance. It was bold raw hammer away sex, wham bang and if you are lucky thank you mam.
At the fifth she began to moan, Jason held her hand as the sixth appeared, a particularly big lad, he thrust himself uncaringly into her and she screamed as the giant prick stretched her wider, she was gripping Jason`s hand in a vice like grip. He took no notice, neither did the blunt logger thrust, thrust, thrusting, and he filled her with a final gasp laying for a moment on her limp body, and chewing on a breast.
The huge O’Hair shifted him off by grabbing at his neck with a huge paw and throwing the spent man at the door. There was no argument the foreman was a man mountain. The next man scuttled in and mounted her like a rat up a drainpipe, she by now was stretched and open especially from the last man, so it took this one a long slow quarter of an hour of persistent battering away, Joan was by now having yet another climax huge and heavy, gasps, eyes rolling and head flopping from side to side in what can only be described as a near fit type of action, her massive outburst triggered the man and he filled her as the rest had done before.
As the last chap mounted her and the hydraulic action of his piston filled her already full body, semen trickled from her like a geyser, her gaze fixed on me as her eyes silently begged for the queue to be gone and her ordeal to be over, I laughed and said “last one my girl,” and she looked very relieved as he began his ride, more mature than the rest, he was a real old time ladies man, he knew just how to touch her, how to get her to react, not for him wham and bang, he was a craftsman through and through, his skill evident in that he waited for her to climax again before nibbling at her nipples he took her over the top in a masterly fashion and filled her at the same time, it was poetry in motion, to have filled her and fetched her to this perfect finish was a skill, and was a fitting end to that wonderful evening. He kissed her, thanked her then withdrew, and as he wobbled away sated, we unchained her, clothed her in her housecoat and led her, a wet track trailing behind her, staggering back to the utility.
We were soon at the cabin, O’Hair thanking me and blowing a kiss to her as a goodbye as Jason helped her inside, He thrust a big bundle of notes into my hands. As the big motor roared away He became a distant memory.
We showered her, we dressed her and then we loaded her into the car, still a little dazed, she had been told to stay quiet until she was back in our car and she had done just that perfectly.
We locked up and I drove away, her thanks for allowing the reality of her fantasy to be realised, ringing in our ear`s.
Our holiday was over once again.
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