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Lady Chatterley's Lover - My Version (summer free porn video
As with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies (lol) - you choose which you think they are!
Names are real in the hope that the people involved will read about themselves and get in touch, (except where because of reasons that should be obvious, it could cause the person to be put in an embarrassing situation)
If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! And if you recognise yourself – get in touch
After the soft porn films of the Stud and the Bitch, another came out, Lady Chatterley’s lover. It stared Sylvia Kristel (yes her of Emmanuelle fame) and Nicholas Clay. As a film it was a bit of a flop, unless you happened to be a over sexed, rampant teen…..like I was.
So it was the summer of ‘81, hot, dry and just the sort of summer that begs for a road trip to the sand dunes of Porthcawl. About two dozen of us one balmy summers evening decided that we’d had enough of the pub we were off to sleep in the dunes.
Everyone went their separate way, collected tents, sleeping bags, what ever and met up at the chippie on main street. A convoy of 6 cars made it’s way along the motorway and down to Porthcawl.
In my car were me, my girlfriend Sue R, a mate and Sue R’s friend from college.
Getting there about 10pm we all decided to get take outs from the Dirty Duck before making for the seclusion of the Newtown dunes.
Once there we drove off to a natural sand dune lake and parked up. Before long we’d gotten a fire going. Some had put on their swimwear and gone in the lake, assuring us it was surprisingly warm. Others went for more firewood and before long most of us were led around the fire watching the glowing embers floating off into the night sky.
Before long the topic of sex was raised. It was never far away, after all we were all quite young! A challenge was raised, who could tell the best sexy story.
Most of them were good, but then someone call for me to have an attempt. So with Lady Chatterley’s lover fresh in my mind I suggested an alternative to the love scene, and it went something like this.
Mellors, fed up with Bertha, his wife, sexual bullying decides that he’s is going to have her, to take her, to ravage her. So he asks her to bring his tea to his wood shed, as he is working late during a shoot.
Bertha does so and walks in on Mellors, naked. She demands to know what he is doing and strides forwards to him, where Mellors then grabs her wrists and holds her tight. Mellors tells her that she is to do his bidding or she will suffer for it and looks across to the table where there is a cane on it.
Bertha riles at being told what to do, that’s her role and struggles to free herself.
Mellors tries to force Bertha to her knees where she will then be facing his semi erect cock. His superior strength wins through and Bertha begins to crumple. But it is a cunning plan and as she falls mellors grip weakens. She spins around to make an escape, but Mellors catches hold of her skirt and holds tight.
Bertha wriggles and her skirt frees itself.. Mellors, holding the skirt throws it over Bertha’s head, covering her completely and disorientating her. As Mellors has the advantage he snatches a rope off a chair and rushes around so he is in front of Bertha.
Bertha, finally gets herself out of her skirt cage and see Mellor. She raises a hand to scold him, but no sooner than she does a noose captures it. In surprise Bertha simply stares, but she is spun around so quickly she becomes dizzy.
It is this lack of comprehension that causes Bertha to not realise that Mellors has tied her one arm to the one upright of the fire guard. She cries out in anger, but it’s too late, Mellors has the other hand tied to the other fire guard upright.
Bertha is tied tight. The heat from the fire causes her cheeks to flush, or is it the urgency with which Mellors is taking her.
Mellors tells her she has been for too long keeping him from his husbandly rights and he intends to have them, but for now he’s going to punish her.. Putting an arm under her waist he pulls her back until her arms are stretched out completely. Bertha’s breasts fall towards the earthen floor. Mellors reaches under and tugs at her buttons on her blouse. Not wearing any form of bra Bertha’s tits fall out and Mellors pinches hard on each nipple.
Bertha wonders if this is the extent of Mellors punishment, she needn’t. After pinching hard on her nipples Mellors moves around to Bertha’s backside. Bertha is wearing white cotton bloomers, the type where the crotch is open. Mellors pushes a box between Berthas legs spreading them wide and stopping her from closing them.
Bertha is actually surprised at Mellors forcefulness but also angry, very angry and shouts out for him to stop and release her.
Mellors says nothing, and does nothing, He stands and watches Berthas fanny, exposed between the white of her bloomers. Then he takes the cane and standing to one side swishes it down on to Bertha’s bottom.
Bertha cries out in shock and agony. She demands he stop at once, but before another word can be said years of sexual frustration is brought to bear with another and another and another strike of the cane.
Bertha begins to buckle and Mellors places a hand between her legs to raise her back up. Her fanny is quivering and Mellors is ridden with sexual excitement. He roughly pushes in two fingers and Bertha pushes back on to them. She demands to be taken by Mellors and now. But Mellors, having brought her back to her feet strikes her again with the cane and again.
Berthas bottom ripples with each stroke and she yells out. Again she buckles and Mellors this time insets three fingers, filling Berthas fanny. This time her fanny is wet with a sticky fluid and Bertha begs for the caning to stop and for Mellors to fuck her. Her language is common and her demands real.
Mellors sees that he is fully aroused and slides in between Berthas legs. Parting the open crotch of Berthas bloomers her notices the red welts of the cane on the white of her bottom, but this excites him more and he stabs at her wet fanny with his manhood. Each thrust in makes Bertha cry as much as she did when he was canning her, only this time she doesn’t try to escape she pushes back trying to take in as much of Mellor as she can.
Suddenly cold air fills the hut as the door bursts open as Lady Chatterley enters. She is dripping wet from the thunderstorm that is raging outside, a storm that neither Bertha or Mellors had noticed.
Such was her rush to enter Lady Chatterley, Constance, had not noticed either Mellors or Bertha, not until that is she drew alongside them.
Riven with lustful thoughts of Mellors and having not had any form of sexual pleasure since her husbands injury in the war, other then playing with herself, Constance stood there taking in every nuance of the sight before her. The view of Bertha tied over a box, legs forced apart. The sight of Mellor, erect and buried deep in his wifes fanny, the way Berthas breasts hung down, still swinging from the pounding Mellor had just been doing.
She should leave immediately, but she was soaked through, it was thundering outside, and she so wanted to be part of what was going on. So she slipped of her wet outer clothes, and stood before Mellors, her pale pink cami nickers and top clinging to her perfect form.
She directed Mellors to continue and he hesitated for a while but the demands of Bertha to be released not only from her bonds but from this situation as well just made him the more excited.
He pushed into Bertha harder and harder and she wriggled and fought him back harder and harder. Constance came up behind Mellors and knowing how to excite a woman reached around him and felt his erect cock enter into his wife. Using his cock as a guide she felt further along until she reached Bertha’s blub and slowly in rhythm to Mellors thrusting, pushed the blub from one side to the other.
Berthas prostrations soon ended and became demands to take her, to use her, to let her experience the nirvana of orgasm. No sooner than she demanded this then it arrived in an explosion of expletives and quivering of muscles.
Mellor pulled out as he was spent out. Cum dribbled out from Berthas open fanny and the sight of white, creamy seed was such that Constance became driven by desire to taste it.
Plunging forward she buried herself into Berthas used fanny and coated her face with Mellors cum. Some she lapped at, some she swallowed, some she breathed in.
Bertha not sure who was doing this didn’t struggle until she saw out of the corner of her eye Mellors watching this event. Then she screamed like a fishwife and fought hard against her bonds. Constance gripped hard Berthas legs, she wasn’t done with her yet. But Bertha couldn’t help but start to enjoy the gentle touch of a woman’s tongue, because even though she struggled hard, Constance hadn’t hurt her not once.
Then, suddenly it stopped. Bertha had felt another orgasm rise from deep within her, one like she had never felt before, and in truthfulness wanted it to continue, but now Constance lay besides her on the table, and she instructed was Mellors to have his way with her. Bertha was to watch her husband take the lady of the house and there was nothing she could do about it.
Mellors, fully aroused by the sight, and having always had a yearning for Constance, took immediate advantage of this offering and as Constance lay back she pulled aside one leg of her silk cami nickers and allowed him to enter her freely.
Bertha shouted out demands that he stop, but Constance confirmed that he was to continue and what’s more he was to use his hand to bring Bertha to another orgasm. Constance gave him directions on what to do and how to do it. Constance turned her head towards Bertha and told her to become part of the moment, to enjoy what was happening, not to struggle and Bertha obeyed.
So as Mellor pushed his erect cock hard in to Constance, he also pushed in harder his clenched fingers into Bertha. Bertha being already wet with excitement and now with Mellors cum meant that Mellors could slide in his hand all the way to his knuckles. However Constance on the other hand, having not experienced a man for many years was considerably tighter. And it’s this tightness that brought Mellor to his second orgasm so quickly.
Constance asked him to remain inside her as she finished off what he had started and she touched herself in such a way as to bring her to her orgasm quickly. All this time describing to Bertha what she was feeling. This assisted Bertha in also reaching another orgasm.
It was at this point that I tailed off in my story and I realised that everyone, and I mean everyone had shut up and they were all listening to my story with great concentration.
Shortly afterwards one couple went to their tent, another went off in their sleeping bags and another to their car.
Within half hour or so everyone who had a partner had gone, gone to bed (?), gone to fuck each other brains out (?). Only the single boys and girls were left around the fire.
I went off to the car with my girlfriend, Sue R, and thinking I might be in for a good time also I couldn’t have been more wrong. Seems my imaginations were too much for Sue R and she thought me to be over sexed, immoral, and she told me that a scene like I spoke about would never be happening with her.
The following morning Sue E said to me that my story had been the sexist thing she’d heard, and that I’d gotten everyone fucked that night. I told her not quite, that I hadn’t. She said to me that it was a shame and if ever I were free…..
Well a few weeks later my Sue R decided that she didn’t want to be together any more, so I rang Sue E and we had a great time!
Names are real in the hope that the people involved will read about themselves and get in touch, (except where because of reasons that should be obvious, it could cause the person to be put in an embarrassing situation)
If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! And if you recognise yourself – get in touch
After the soft porn films of the Stud and the Bitch, another came out, Lady Chatterley’s lover. It stared Sylvia Kristel (yes her of Emmanuelle fame) and Nicholas Clay. As a film it was a bit of a flop, unless you happened to be a over sexed, rampant teen…..like I was.
So it was the summer of ‘81, hot, dry and just the sort of summer that begs for a road trip to the sand dunes of Porthcawl. About two dozen of us one balmy summers evening decided that we’d had enough of the pub we were off to sleep in the dunes.
Everyone went their separate way, collected tents, sleeping bags, what ever and met up at the chippie on main street. A convoy of 6 cars made it’s way along the motorway and down to Porthcawl.
In my car were me, my girlfriend Sue R, a mate and Sue R’s friend from college.
Getting there about 10pm we all decided to get take outs from the Dirty Duck before making for the seclusion of the Newtown dunes.
Once there we drove off to a natural sand dune lake and parked up. Before long we’d gotten a fire going. Some had put on their swimwear and gone in the lake, assuring us it was surprisingly warm. Others went for more firewood and before long most of us were led around the fire watching the glowing embers floating off into the night sky.
Before long the topic of sex was raised. It was never far away, after all we were all quite young! A challenge was raised, who could tell the best sexy story.
Most of them were good, but then someone call for me to have an attempt. So with Lady Chatterley’s lover fresh in my mind I suggested an alternative to the love scene, and it went something like this.
Mellors, fed up with Bertha, his wife, sexual bullying decides that he’s is going to have her, to take her, to ravage her. So he asks her to bring his tea to his wood shed, as he is working late during a shoot.
Bertha does so and walks in on Mellors, naked. She demands to know what he is doing and strides forwards to him, where Mellors then grabs her wrists and holds her tight. Mellors tells her that she is to do his bidding or she will suffer for it and looks across to the table where there is a cane on it.
Bertha riles at being told what to do, that’s her role and struggles to free herself.
Mellors tries to force Bertha to her knees where she will then be facing his semi erect cock. His superior strength wins through and Bertha begins to crumple. But it is a cunning plan and as she falls mellors grip weakens. She spins around to make an escape, but Mellors catches hold of her skirt and holds tight.
Bertha wriggles and her skirt frees itself.. Mellors, holding the skirt throws it over Bertha’s head, covering her completely and disorientating her. As Mellors has the advantage he snatches a rope off a chair and rushes around so he is in front of Bertha.
Bertha, finally gets herself out of her skirt cage and see Mellor. She raises a hand to scold him, but no sooner than she does a noose captures it. In surprise Bertha simply stares, but she is spun around so quickly she becomes dizzy.
It is this lack of comprehension that causes Bertha to not realise that Mellors has tied her one arm to the one upright of the fire guard. She cries out in anger, but it’s too late, Mellors has the other hand tied to the other fire guard upright.
Bertha is tied tight. The heat from the fire causes her cheeks to flush, or is it the urgency with which Mellors is taking her.
Mellors tells her she has been for too long keeping him from his husbandly rights and he intends to have them, but for now he’s going to punish her.. Putting an arm under her waist he pulls her back until her arms are stretched out completely. Bertha’s breasts fall towards the earthen floor. Mellors reaches under and tugs at her buttons on her blouse. Not wearing any form of bra Bertha’s tits fall out and Mellors pinches hard on each nipple.
Bertha wonders if this is the extent of Mellors punishment, she needn’t. After pinching hard on her nipples Mellors moves around to Bertha’s backside. Bertha is wearing white cotton bloomers, the type where the crotch is open. Mellors pushes a box between Berthas legs spreading them wide and stopping her from closing them.
Bertha is actually surprised at Mellors forcefulness but also angry, very angry and shouts out for him to stop and release her.
Mellors says nothing, and does nothing, He stands and watches Berthas fanny, exposed between the white of her bloomers. Then he takes the cane and standing to one side swishes it down on to Bertha’s bottom.
Bertha cries out in shock and agony. She demands he stop at once, but before another word can be said years of sexual frustration is brought to bear with another and another and another strike of the cane.
Bertha begins to buckle and Mellors places a hand between her legs to raise her back up. Her fanny is quivering and Mellors is ridden with sexual excitement. He roughly pushes in two fingers and Bertha pushes back on to them. She demands to be taken by Mellors and now. But Mellors, having brought her back to her feet strikes her again with the cane and again.
Berthas bottom ripples with each stroke and she yells out. Again she buckles and Mellors this time insets three fingers, filling Berthas fanny. This time her fanny is wet with a sticky fluid and Bertha begs for the caning to stop and for Mellors to fuck her. Her language is common and her demands real.
Mellors sees that he is fully aroused and slides in between Berthas legs. Parting the open crotch of Berthas bloomers her notices the red welts of the cane on the white of her bottom, but this excites him more and he stabs at her wet fanny with his manhood. Each thrust in makes Bertha cry as much as she did when he was canning her, only this time she doesn’t try to escape she pushes back trying to take in as much of Mellor as she can.
Suddenly cold air fills the hut as the door bursts open as Lady Chatterley enters. She is dripping wet from the thunderstorm that is raging outside, a storm that neither Bertha or Mellors had noticed.
Such was her rush to enter Lady Chatterley, Constance, had not noticed either Mellors or Bertha, not until that is she drew alongside them.
Riven with lustful thoughts of Mellors and having not had any form of sexual pleasure since her husbands injury in the war, other then playing with herself, Constance stood there taking in every nuance of the sight before her. The view of Bertha tied over a box, legs forced apart. The sight of Mellor, erect and buried deep in his wifes fanny, the way Berthas breasts hung down, still swinging from the pounding Mellor had just been doing.
She should leave immediately, but she was soaked through, it was thundering outside, and she so wanted to be part of what was going on. So she slipped of her wet outer clothes, and stood before Mellors, her pale pink cami nickers and top clinging to her perfect form.
She directed Mellors to continue and he hesitated for a while but the demands of Bertha to be released not only from her bonds but from this situation as well just made him the more excited.
He pushed into Bertha harder and harder and she wriggled and fought him back harder and harder. Constance came up behind Mellors and knowing how to excite a woman reached around him and felt his erect cock enter into his wife. Using his cock as a guide she felt further along until she reached Bertha’s blub and slowly in rhythm to Mellors thrusting, pushed the blub from one side to the other.
Berthas prostrations soon ended and became demands to take her, to use her, to let her experience the nirvana of orgasm. No sooner than she demanded this then it arrived in an explosion of expletives and quivering of muscles.
Mellor pulled out as he was spent out. Cum dribbled out from Berthas open fanny and the sight of white, creamy seed was such that Constance became driven by desire to taste it.
Plunging forward she buried herself into Berthas used fanny and coated her face with Mellors cum. Some she lapped at, some she swallowed, some she breathed in.
Bertha not sure who was doing this didn’t struggle until she saw out of the corner of her eye Mellors watching this event. Then she screamed like a fishwife and fought hard against her bonds. Constance gripped hard Berthas legs, she wasn’t done with her yet. But Bertha couldn’t help but start to enjoy the gentle touch of a woman’s tongue, because even though she struggled hard, Constance hadn’t hurt her not once.
Then, suddenly it stopped. Bertha had felt another orgasm rise from deep within her, one like she had never felt before, and in truthfulness wanted it to continue, but now Constance lay besides her on the table, and she instructed was Mellors to have his way with her. Bertha was to watch her husband take the lady of the house and there was nothing she could do about it.
Mellors, fully aroused by the sight, and having always had a yearning for Constance, took immediate advantage of this offering and as Constance lay back she pulled aside one leg of her silk cami nickers and allowed him to enter her freely.
Bertha shouted out demands that he stop, but Constance confirmed that he was to continue and what’s more he was to use his hand to bring Bertha to another orgasm. Constance gave him directions on what to do and how to do it. Constance turned her head towards Bertha and told her to become part of the moment, to enjoy what was happening, not to struggle and Bertha obeyed.
So as Mellor pushed his erect cock hard in to Constance, he also pushed in harder his clenched fingers into Bertha. Bertha being already wet with excitement and now with Mellors cum meant that Mellors could slide in his hand all the way to his knuckles. However Constance on the other hand, having not experienced a man for many years was considerably tighter. And it’s this tightness that brought Mellor to his second orgasm so quickly.
Constance asked him to remain inside her as she finished off what he had started and she touched herself in such a way as to bring her to her orgasm quickly. All this time describing to Bertha what she was feeling. This assisted Bertha in also reaching another orgasm.
It was at this point that I tailed off in my story and I realised that everyone, and I mean everyone had shut up and they were all listening to my story with great concentration.
Shortly afterwards one couple went to their tent, another went off in their sleeping bags and another to their car.
Within half hour or so everyone who had a partner had gone, gone to bed (?), gone to fuck each other brains out (?). Only the single boys and girls were left around the fire.
I went off to the car with my girlfriend, Sue R, and thinking I might be in for a good time also I couldn’t have been more wrong. Seems my imaginations were too much for Sue R and she thought me to be over sexed, immoral, and she told me that a scene like I spoke about would never be happening with her.
The following morning Sue E said to me that my story had been the sexist thing she’d heard, and that I’d gotten everyone fucked that night. I told her not quite, that I hadn’t. She said to me that it was a shame and if ever I were free…..
Well a few weeks later my Sue R decided that she didn’t want to be together any more, so I rang Sue E and we had a great time!
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