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Farmstay With Mother and Two Daughters

The work task set for me involved four weeks in a regional town north of the city. Away from home for so long I felt private accommodation a better option than the usual motels or hotels. I selected and booked a farmstay providing breakfast and dinner, about twenty kilometers out of town. My arrival confirmed the wisdom of my selection. The house was about half a kilometre from the road, a large modern place with verandahs on all sides. Jean, the owner, greeted me with friendliness and courtesy. My room was to be in the bedroom wing, which I was to share with her c***dren. She gave assurance that they would not disturb me, in fact would help her look after me.

My room was a bright and airy, showing feminine touches, with a ceiling fan over the double bed and French doors onto the verandah. Out there were comfortable looking chairs for relaxation. The only minor drawback I could see was sharing the bathroom, situated at the end of a corridor past all the bedrooms, with the c***dren. Happy overall, I unpacked and put away my belongings, well attended to by a chatty Jean, before I departed for town to check out my work assignment.

At dinner that evening I met the rest of the family, two daughters; Simone, nineteen, worked at a pharmacy in town; s*******n-year-old Serena was studying business at the local TAFE College. Both helped their mother with the farm and any guests. Apparently Dad had departed long ago with a couple of boys, and someone else. The three women had decided to stay on against the odds, and be successful.

The meal was pleasant as we all learnt a little about each other, and shared a bottle of wine I’d brought with me. Apparently the girls always did the dishes after dinner while Jean attended to her bookwork. They were surprised I was happy to wash while they dried and put away. Later I decided to shower and read while Simone watched television, Jean worked, and Serena studied.

I lay naked, relaxing in the middle of the bed, French doors open to the verandah but security doors shut against the insects, fan slowly turning the air over keeping me cool, night-light on reading. I was enjoying my book in the comforts of home; thankful I was not in a motel. Soft tapping on my bedroom door interrupted my reverie. Before I could move the door opened. It was Jean. I was a bit flustered and suggested I make myself decent. She smiled in reassurance that a naked guest in her home was perfectly acceptable. She was getting ready for bed, already in a pink thin-strapped translucent nightie that stopped well above her knees, and wanted to make sure there was nothing else I needed before she retired. During this explanation she managed to come into the room, close the door, and sit on the edge of the bed. I know my body is nothing to rave about, but I had the impression she didn’t mind what she saw as she looked me over.
I took off my glasses, put my book aside, and listened to her. There was no doubt she was lonely, for conversation at least. As she talked I surreptitiously looked at her body. Her nightie rode high on her slim muscled thighs. Through the material some cleavage was evident. Thankfully my genitals showed no stimulating response to her presence. After chatting about all sorts of trivia Jean commented on my good condition for my age, the signs that I played some sport, and the fact that I shaved smooth from the navel down. It was while I was telling her about shaving every couple of days, and my opinion on that appearance, that her hand rested on my flaccid cock, to feel it’s smoothness she said.

I moved to make room for her. She stood and shed the nightie, to lie on the bed beside me. Her wiry build, based on hard physical work, was immediately apparent. She sighed and stretched herself out. I lay on my side. As she continued talking, now about how many months it had been since she’d been with a man, I listened and reached out one hand to massage her small neat breasts. Jean for the first time stopped talking. Her hand touched around my half hard cock. She felt her way around my shaft, head and balls. I suggested that she let me do the work, that she relax, layback and enjoy my efforts. In my mind was the thought that if I did well on this first outing I might capture her interest many more times over the next four weeks.

I leaned over her body, kissed my way over her face, ears, eyes, throat, and mouth. As my lips touched her she responded. Our tongues played together. My mouth reached her breasts. In turn I tongued and kissed my way around them, sucked her brown nipples. They rose up proud and hard. Satisfying sounds came from her mouth. I snail trailed and kissed my way down her belly. Her body gradually relaxed to my slow soft caring touch. My mouth moved over her mound. Teasing her I kissed and moved on. I shifted on the bed now kneeling between her slim legs, which she obligingly parted. I stroked her inner thighs with my wet tongue, down one leg to her ankle, foot and toes. I kissed her feet, sucked each toe. Jean began to writhe to my nerve tingling touch. I attended likewise to her other foot, then began to slowly, ever so slowly work my way back up her leg. As I reached her thigh I crouched on the bed. This time I went past her thigh, to her brown haired pussy. While the pubic hair on her lower belly was quite thick, over her slit it was fairly sparse. Her labia pouted at me.

Her aroma filled my nostrils as I bent my face forward to her vulva. I blew hot breath on her folds. She squirmed. I ran my tongue along her slit, from the folds of flesh hiding her clitoris to the cleft of her backside. I reached my hands around behind her thighs to lift them slightly, to tilt her body upwards, stretched up along her belly, and grasped a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. As I stroked my tongue along her slit, back and forth, her slit opened up before my eyes. Her labia became swollen, parted. Her inner pinkness became visible, wet with her increasing moisture and my saliva. The erect little clit poked out at me, on view for the first time. I touched and dabbed at it with my tongue. Her body shivered. I stroked it a little harder. I gently sucked on it. I bit it ever so softly with my teeth, held it in my mouth, and swiped it with my tongue. Jean’s hands found the back of my head. They pushed my face down into her hot open cunt.

I increased the rhythm of my efforts, using the response of her body as a gauge as to what felt best for her. The muscular contractions within her body began in her belly, thighs, and pussy. She wailed as she came, bucked her snatch against my face. Her cum drenched my mouth. She peaked and I lifted my face for air, to rest my cramped mouth and tongue. She looked down her body at me, a smile of inner peace and contentment on her face. Then she expressed the concern that she hoped her daughters hadn’t heard her. I assured her it was too late for that worry to stop us. Anyway she agreed with my idea that I should repeat the attentions to her pussy with my mouth. My tongue silenced her protests.

She reached her orgasm much more quickly. As I came up for air again, to kneel upright between her thighs while she recovered Jean suggested we now take care of my massive hard tool that strained towards my belly. I placed a pillow under her bottom. Kneeling forward I gently placed the swollen knob inside her open slit, resting against the beckoning orifice of her vagina. With no real effort my cock slid into her warm wetness, clutched by the tight muscular confines of her cunt. Resting my hands on either side of her body I rocked back and forth inside her, bending my head to suck at her nipples, to kiss her face. Taking my mind away from the marvelous sensations of my cock I watched her facial expressions as she lost herself in this fuck with me. As the pleasure built in her I leaned forward, intertwined her tongue with mine. Her response climbed quickly when I sucked at her tongue. I pumped into her cunt with long, hard, deep tool thrusts. She gabbled, moaned, groaned, writhed, and bucked as she came. Her response was too much for me. Just as she peaked I pounded into her deeply, out of control. My body shook and spasmed as my cock erupted deep inside her cunt. I fell forward onto Jean, and her arms and legs hugged me tightly into her. We recovered together. As I rested there, enjoying this intimate embrace, I was briefly distracted by a noise on the verandah. I lifted my head to look out, but couldn’t see out past the fly screens on the French doors because of the light in my room and the darkness outside. Probably just one of the cats or dogs Jean reassured me

I put on shorts to accompany her to the kitchen for a drink of water. With a kiss and hug we bid each other good night and went to our separate bedrooms.

Dinner next evening was a very pleasant affair, full of fun conversation, sharing another bottle of wine I’d brought home. I watched some TV with Simone, while Serena studied and Jean went off to her accounts. Simone and I found an easy rapport in spite of our age difference. We talked about her work and mine. We agreed we should meet for lunch one day when I got on top of my work
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Serena interrupted our conversation to ask if I would mind looking at a problem she had with her computer. As I followed her down the hallway to her bedroom I couldn’t help but notice her great looking backside, barely covered by scanty faded denim shorts. She sat on the chair at her desk in front of her computer. I leaned over her shoulder to look at the screen. When I looked down at her to discuss her program problem her free swinging pink tipped breasts in her bloused out top were very visible to my glance. So I knelt on the floor beside her chair. But a few thoughts went through the back of my mind; she knew I had seen her breasts; she wanted me to see them; what were her motives. Fortunately I was able to help Serena solve her problem. Just as I began to get off my knees she planted a warm wet kiss of thanks on my cheek.

I showered and went to bed to read briefly before sleep, wondered if Jean might come by again, thinking that if she did I’d have to take her through a range of activities if and when we did get together; hopefully frequently. I need not have worried. The light tap on the door heralded her arrival. She was fresh from the bathroom, a towel tied across the top of her boobs, just reaching the cleft of her thighs. The towel fell to the carpet as she climbed onto the bed. Again I listened as she lay beside me and talked. Idly I stroked and played with her body, not enough to distract her too much, just enough to slowly arouse her by the time she’d talked herself out
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Eventually Jean became aware of the fire building in her body. She asked me to make love to her. I in turn suggested that tonight she take charge of her own destiny. I positioned myself on my back in the middle of the bed, my head on a pillow. Jean followed my instructions, hands holding the bed head for support, kneeling with legs on either side of my upper body and head, pussy parted over my face. I looked up at her snatch, admired her labia framing her open gash. Just before contact between her pussy and my mouth I told her I wanted her to fuck me. Initially we had no rhythm together, but with practice we gradually got there. Jean found she could place her pussy on my mouth just so to get maximum benefit from my lips, mouth and tongue. Her clit mashed against my lip and nose while I stabbed into her vagina with my stiff tongue. Slowly she climbed to her orgasm, until she rocked out of control on my face.

She sat on my chest and rested. I looked at her open pink moist vulva. Beautiful. In response to her request to fuck I gripped her hips and lifted her down my body towards the hard cock that lay along my belly to my navel. I held it upright with one hand. She knelt high over it, slipped the knob inside the entrance to her vagina. She let herself go, impaled herself completely upon it, and buried my tool inside her cunt. I suggested she rest her hands of my chest for support. Again she had trouble initially getting her movements right for her. I simply lay there and watched her tits bounce and sway on her chest. Her second orgasm came quickly. While her cunt felt stupendous I knew she could probably get one more effort in before the situation took control of me. After a brief rest, laying on me, my cock still buried deeply inside her, she tried again.

As she began to climb her peak of pleasure I reached up around her arms and gripped her hard pointed nipples. The pleasure pain got to her, as did her fuck on my cock. Jean’s face reflected what she felt. Her open mouth sucked air into her lungs. She ground her cunt into my belly. She wailed loudly as her dam burst. The sight was too much for me. I bucked my cock up at her as she thrust down at me. We came together. My cock muscle throbbed as the cum spurted out of me into her.

Jean collapsed onto my chest. I held her tenderly, stroked her perspiring face and back. As we relaxed though again I felt someone was on the verandah. From the room I could see nothing. After some desultory conversation Jean decided it was time she went to her own bed. I turned the light off and called it a night too.

Next morning I was up early as always, in the shared bathroom at the end of the corridor when a small event occurred to cause me some thought. I was nude, standing at the sink shaving, true with the door not fully closed. Without warning the bathroom door was pushed wide open and in came Simone. She wore a very miniscule transparent nightie. Her breasts were clearly visible through the material. Simone propped immediately she saw me, apologised saying she thought her younger sister was using the bathroom, told me she was beginning to run late for an early start at work, and now that she was here would I mind if she had a quick shower while I finished my shave. I said that I’d leave the bathroom to her and finish my shave after she’d had her shower. Simone wouldn’t hear of that, told me we were all adults with nothing to hide, that she’d only be a few minutes under the shower. A little concerned, but wanting to oblige, I agreed.
In a flash she was in the bathroom, shut the door I later realised, and had her nightie off over her head. While she didn’t flaunt herself at me I nonetheless saw all her assets. Her breasts bounced, more than a handful. Her belly looked nice and flat. The flash of her pubic region gave an impression of light coloured hair to match that on her head. Her arse made me mentally drool, beautiful. On came the shower. I continued my interrupted shave. As Simone showered she talked, asked me did I sleep well, was my bed comfortable. With the rising steam my shave became difficult as the mirror fogged. The shower curtain snapped back. Simone asked me to please pass her the shampoo from the cupboard under the sink. As I retrieved it and walked over to the shower to give it to her she knew I was taking in the sight of her body under the water. I didn’t say anything. She thanked me, and closed the curtain. As I tried to finish my shave she asked me about shaving my genital area, wanted to know how often, did it feel good, saying she thought it looked good, and that she might try it one day
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I completed my shave as Simone finished her shower. She left the water running for me, and we squeezed past each other in the doorway. I washed. She dried herself. She called a cheery catch you at breakfast as she left.

That evening when I got home I was able to let Jean know I’d bought some massage oil and suggested to her that she might like to relax some time after dinner. Her eyes sparkled with mischievous lust. She suggested I come by her room when it looked like the girls were in their rooms for the night.

Her bedroom reflected her soft feminine taste, a cool place for rest and relaxation. She turned the radio on low with appropriate mood music. The lighting came from a reading lamp. We placed a large fluffy towel in the middle of the bed, to protect against oil spills, on which Jean lay face down. My hands were slow as I began my massage on her taut neck, shoulders and back. When I reached her buttocks I increased the eroticism of my touch. My fingers stroked up and down the crack of her arse, circled the puckered rosebud of her anus. Jean’s body responded. My wandering soft touch along her pudendum as I massaged the back of her thighs increased her sighs. I worked my hands along the back of her legs to her feet. She made most encouraging noises as I rubbed the oil into each foot, and each and every toe.

She rolled onto her back. Again my work over her arms, neck, breasts and belly was slow and steady. Much to her chagrin I gave her pussy no direct stimulation as my hands kneaded the muscles of one thigh, down the leg to her foot. As I worked my way back up her other leg she understood my method. This time I let the fingers of both hands completely explore her pussy as I knelt beside her. With one set of fingers I touched, teased, stimulated her clitoris. A couple of fingers on the other hand penetrated her vagina, rotated slowly into her, fucked in and out of her, opened her up as her muscles relaxed in lust and want. My efforts became easier. Soon Jean was asking me to put more of my fingers in her, to fill her cunt with my hand. Wanton lust took over her body. She lifted herself up at my hand. Her nipples were long, erect. She climaxed throatily, noisily. As she came down off her cloud I sat back on my haunches and watched her. She looked up at me and asked me to fuck her quickly, now, hard. Being a gentleman I readily complied!

Later when I left her room I asked her to spend the next day thinking about how we might pleasure each other in the evening. I suggested she think about a sixty-nine, with her on top. She said she had no experience at it but was willing to try.

Next day that plan was shattered. Jean phoned me at work to tell me her mother was ill and she needed to visit her urgently in the city, and would be away for a few days. To be fair Jean gave me the option of moving to a motel, or staying at the farm with the girls. Of course I said I’d stay and help her daughters. She assured me the girls would look after me as the houseguest, but would I mind occasionally driving Serena to a few social events. It was no problem. Jean departed reassured all would be well on the home front.

Simone and Serena had mixed feelings about their mother’s hurried departure. Jean had told them about her offer to me to move to other accommodation, but they were happy that I’d decided to stay. They were even happier when I said I could amend my working hours to give them a hand with the farm and household chores, including some cooking. Banter between the three of us soon had them cheerful and optimistic enough to generally discuss what mischief they might be able to get up to in their mother’s absence. Both reminded me that Jean had told them both to look after me, said with leers that made me wonder.

Later that night when I was sitting on the verandah having a nightcap Simone, on her way to bed, joined me for a chat. It really came as no surprise when she told me she knew her mother and I had been intimate with each other. She said on my first night in their home she’d heard her mother in my room then, when she’d got up to investigate, had seen us both on the bed together. Interestingly enough she confirmed it did not bother her; in fact she was pleased her mother had found someone to enjoy as it made her less stressed and more contented. I was a bit stunned at her reaction, but pleased it was not going to be a problem. Somehow I was not surprised Simone knew about the events that had taken place. But on the other hand I was concerned she had seen us, probably watched us, no doubt more than once.

On Saturday while Serena attended to the house my job was to accompany Simone in a four wheeled drive ute, with a tool box and a couple of dogs on the back, on a tour of the property to check stock, troughs, pumps and windmills. I was the gate opener and closer while Simone drove. Both of us wore work clothes, hats and boots. While I noticed Simone’s khaki shirt was unbuttoned enough for me to see she wore no bra, I ignored what I saw and conversed with her about our work and their property. By late in the morning we were both hot and dirty. Simone surprised me as she suggested a swim to cool off; I had no idea there was swimable water in the area.

The swimming hole in a river passing through their property, a couple of kilometers from the house, was of reasonable size with a floating pontoon in the middle. Simone encouraged the dogs to go for a run. On opposite sides of the vehicle we stripped off our work clothes. The water was brown and surprisingly cold. I swam out to the pontoon and climbed aboard, and noted my assets had shriveled up somewhat from the cold water. I reached down and gave Simone a helping hand up onto the pontoon. Discreetly I admired her well-proportioned figure. Her nipples were hard from the water. We lay on our backs on the well-weathered smooth timber to soak up the hot sun. I tried hard not to look too closely at Simone’s lovely young body. We talked and continued to enjoy the ease of each other’s company.

Simone moved to lie on her side; she rested one elbow on the timber, her head on the palm of her hand. Idly she reached over with the other hand and stroked her fingers through the hair on my chest. Her touch felt nice. She commented on the hardness of my nipples, and softly caressed them with her fingertips. I suggested she stop what she was doing; that I was much older than her; and all the other usual reasons one would use to avoid such a situation progressing further than it should in all propriety. She suggested that I put my scruples away as we were both adults. Back and forth the positive and negative exchanged continued while her free hand stroked over my chest, down my belly to my shaved pubic area. My hand gripped hers and I asked her to please stop. In response Simone leaned over me and kissed me on the mouth; her tongue worked passed my lips; the kiss long, deep, passionate. She placed a leg between mine, my hard cock stretched out along my belly no doubt obvious to her. While she continued to kiss me Simone moved on top of me, her hands in my hair, her legs outside both of mine, the length of my cock nestled cozily in her pubic hair, the mound of her pudendum against the base of my cock. She humped her slit over my cock, her tongued danced in my mouth. My hands grasped her lovely buttocks; my feet flat on the timber and my legs bent between her thighs supported her in her efforts. She masturbated herself on my body. It felt wonderful.

Simone’s movements increased in speed and intensity naturally, with little or no contribution from me, as the pleasure built in her body. My hands felt the heat radiate from her skin. She groaned into my mouth. Her body heaved and shook. She orgasmed hard, then collapsed against me. Gently I embraced her. Softly I caressed her, soothed her, as she came back to reality. Then I reassured her as she began to question what she had done. Finally she accepted the pleasure for what it was; and no, it wasn’t necessary for me to get my rocks off just because I sported an enormous erection. Nevertheless she still felt she owed me something. Another time, another place, maybe, I placated her. We agreed it was time to head home.

The water felt refreshingly cold as we swam back to the bank. Not shy now of our nudity we used our shirts to dry the hard to reach parts on each other’s body. Our touch was considerate. Our relationship had reached a new plateau. I noticed I was till very impressed with her youthful good looks and muscular tautness, but tried to be covert with my chemical physical reaction to her femaleness. We drove to the homestead for lunch with Serena
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The young lady had obviously been busy with her domestic chores. The house looked spotless and felt homely as always. There was washing on the line. Over lunch we discussed how things were going in all areas that needed to be covered in Jean’s absence. We talked about their plans for the evening. Serena and two girlfriends were going to a rare disco in town. She agreed that she’d appreciate me driving them in and picking them up later so they could all have a drink; particularly when I convinced her that I’d use the trip as an opportunity to visit my computer at work. Simone was being picked up by one of the local young men to look in on a band at one of the pubs.

Serena, resplendid and beautiful in a skimpy black frock, and I set off in to a neighboring farm to pick up her friends. I dropped the three of them at a hall and agreed to return at midnight. Work went well as I eased my conscience and the time passed quickly. Back at the hall there were plenty of people like me picking up the young ones. My three charges found me, but to my surprise all of the girls were pretty drunk, happy but wobbly drunk. I dropped the two neighbours off and watched them stagger into the house.

Back home I found Serena needed help to get out of the car. I supported her to the front door, got us inside with considerable difficulty, and walked her down the hall towards her room. I suggested she have a shower while I get some preventative measures organized to make her feel better in the morning. Fortunately she was not at all argumentative, just very funny in her drunkenness. I went to the kitchen to get a jug of cold water and a glass, and some aspirin from my travel kit.

When I returned to Serena’s bedroom instead of finding her in the shower she was slumped on the bed. I got her up. She asked me to help her. So there I was about to see the third and final female member of the family in the raw. I took off her shoes, and then stood her up. I held her upright while I unzipped her dress at the back. I moved the thin black straps off her shoulders and the dress fell about her ankles. I kept her upright and unclipped her bra. I moved to her front and took it off over her arms. Her pert breasts spilt free from the embrace of the bra cups. I kept my mind on the job and knelt in front of her. She held onto the top of my head. In turn I lifted each foot away from the dress around her ankles. I reached up and peeled down her pantyhose. Again, but with some difficulty, I stepped her out of it. Next I pulled her briefs over her bottom and down her legs. I tried to ignore the delights of her physical attributes.

In the bathroom I set the water temperature right and finally got her under the shower. I left her there letting the water run over her face and body. Returning to the bedroom I gathered up her clothes and took them to the laundry. I checked Serena under the shower. I turned the water off and told her to stand in the shower stall while I dried her. She was well aware of her vulnerability to my gaze and touch. Nevertheless I ignored any sexual connotations in my task; but it was nice to dry her smooth back, firm buttocks and shapely long slim legs. I turned her around and softly carefully dried her face. She grinned lopsidedly at me as I worked the towel over her lovely pink tipped titties. What do you think she asked me? Beautiful I told her as I continued my task down her belly and legs. Part your legs I requested. I dried her inner thighs and light brown haired pussy. She commented how good it felt, and asked if I thought she looked good there. Just wonderful I answered. I got her to clean her teeth before supporting her back to the bedroom.

Serena refused to put on bedclothes. Not bothering to argue I got her to take the aspirin and a couple of glasses of water. I briefly brushed her hair. Done at last I tucked her into bed and told her to call me if she needed anything. Then she told me she needed me. Another time I replied. I sat on the bed for a few minutes and stroked her hair. Quickly she fell asleep. I turned off the light and wondered how she’d feel in the morning. Tired, I went to bed and soon slept.

Some brief time later my sleep was disturbed by the sound of a car door slamming, and a car accelerating hard and fast away from the drive. I got up and looked out my French doors. Simone walked in determined fashion towards the front door. I asked her if she was okay. She said yes, but that she’d just had a fight with her boyfriend, and she was sorry she’d disturbed me. She asked if her sister was home. I advised she was in bed, a bit drunk, but now basically okay. Simone said she was going to have a quick shower and go to bed herself. I bid her good night and went back to bed, and again quickly fell asleep.

My next moment of conscious awareness was strange. I felt I was dreaming, but awoke slowly and pleasurably. As I awakened I was aware I was laying on my side; a soft, warm naked female body was molded completely against me; breasts pressed against my back; pubic hair against my bottom; thighs and legs against the back of my legs; a hand over my body gently stroked my hard cock. A soft voice whispered to me that she knew I was now awake. Simone!

I rolled onto my back. Don’t say anything she said, just let me enjoy this moment with you; and fastened her mouth on mine. So I couldn’t say anything, though much went through my mind. My body dictated my decision. Thank god for a vasectomy some years before!

I moved her underneath me, returned her kisses with heat and passion, roamed my hands across her taut young body. My lips moved over her face, ears, neck, throat, and breasts. Her nipples were hard. My fingers caressed her belly, moved through her soft pubic hair, and slid along her wet slit, focused on the tiny hard nub of her clitoris. Simone pulled me tight against her body, wrapped her arms and legs around me, and responded hotly to my touch. The heat soared within both of us. There was no turning back. I enveloped Simone beneath my body. My cock was erect, hard. It rested in the fold of her gash. I placed the tip of my cock in the entrance of her vagina. Her hands grasped the cheeks of my arse. She pulled me tightly to her. My tool slipped into her hot clutching depths. I fucked her gently, slowly, and deeply. Our tongues intertwined. Her wetly cunt clasped my cock. I maintained a steady momentum. Simone climbed to her orgasm. She gasped, groaned; rocked her body against me; spasmed around me. I eased off the speed and force of my pistoning cock, just gently and slowly slid in and out of her depths.

As Simone returned to reality I briefly paused, lifted her thighs up around my buttocks, asked her to clasp her legs behind me. Now I fucked her harder than before. I plunged my tool hard and deep into her tight cunt. I held her face in my hands and tongue kissed her. My cock pumped in and out of her hot pussy. My balls slapped against her arse. I talked dirty to her, told her how hot she was, how tight her cunt felt, urged her to fuck me hard. Again she climbed quickly to her pleasure heaven. Her body rocked against me as an enormous orgasm burst through her body. She wailed and screamed, shivered and shook. I slowed the pace; let her recover just a little.

Again I moved her legs, this time with knees bent up beside her breasts, my arms between her thighs and calves, hands on the bed on either side of her body to support myself, her arse and snatch tilted up at my tool. I fucked harder, faster, more roughly than before. I talked to her, urged her to fuck me hard, to think only about my cock as I plunged it in and out of her dripping cunt. Simone urged me to fuck her, told me she wanted to feel me cum.

The pressure pleasure built in my balls and belly. Simone’s nails clawed at my back. Her mouth sucked at my tongue, her cunt clenched at my cock. Perspiration drenched our bodies. She wailed her way to orgasm. I grunted and groaned, cried out in ecstasy, as the spunk pulsed and pumped out of my cock into the gaping depths of her hot tight cunt. Slowly, slowly we returned to reality on the bed, our bodies entwined, our kisses and caresses gentle.

We lay side by side on the bed and let our bodies cool. Cum dripped from my flaccid tool. Simone said she could feel cum running out of her, and loved it. She asked did I mind if she slept for a while in my bed. I reminded her that we should be concerned about her sister. She said she’d be up before her. We slept.

Next day I was up very early, Simone still sound asleep in my bed. I checked Serena. She too still slept. I had a quick shower and shave, put on a T shirt and shorts; decided to do some of the household and farm chores; watered the small vegetable patch; fed the dogs and chooks; collected the eggs; fed a couple of pigs in a sty down behind the implement shed. Back at the house I made a cooked breakfast with strong coffee, on trays, and woke each of the girls in turn. From each of them I received knowing looks and coy smiles, for different reasons of course.
They arranged that Serena, accompanied by myself, would do the paddock check. Grinning at us Simone told us to behave ourselves. Serena drove, I did the gates. She shyly thanked me for looking after her so well, and asked me not to tell her mother. I assured her it was our thing. We had an interesting happy few hours together, and worked hard too.

Sunday afternoon was quiet and restful. Simone did some ironing. Serena and I had a siesta, separately. Early that evening Simone had a girlfriend invite her to accompany her to the local drive-in; Simone offered to include Serena and I, but we both declined; Serena to study, me to read. As she left Simone suggested we both be good, with a smirk. I wondered about that!

An hour or so later I had a shower, put on a pair of shorts and adjourned to the verandah with a nightcap. Apart from soft light spilling from Serena’s bedroom doorway the verandah was in darkness. I sat and relaxed. Serena’s security screen door slid back and she looked out along the verandah towards me. She said she heard me, was going to take a break from her books, and asked if I minded if she joined me. Of course not, and yes a drink would be nice.

When I returned from the kitchen the verandah was in complete darkness. As my eyes adjusted I saw Serena in a chair on the other side of the table opposite mine. I gave her the drink and we sat and talked. In the moonlight I became aware that she didn’t have too much on. She wore a white sheer thin strapped negligee that hardly covered her breasts, and certainly didn’t cover anything below her navel. And she was pantieless. My cock lurched in my shorts, but I overtly acted as if nothing was amiss.

Initially our conversation was desultory and aimless. Eventually though Serena raised the subject of my care of her the previous evening. I suggested she forget about it; but she insisted she had enjoyed my removal of her clothes, my drying her after the shower, my putting her to bed. She wondered why I hadn’t taken advantage of her, was it a problem with her physique. So we had a brief dissertation on my values. But I assured her she was attractive, and told her that right now I felt she was trying to take advantage of me. She surprised me by forthrightly agreeing that this was her objective. Then she dropped the bombshell. She said she knew about my intimate relationship with her mother, that she had seen me massaging Jean as she walked along the verandah, that on her return she had seen us having sex; that she suspected that Simone and I were also up to mischief. She felt it was unfair that she missed out on all the fun; that she was mature enough to know what she wanted. What could a man say in response to all that; not much. But I mused to myself about the ability of these women to keep such accurate tabs on each other. Simone’s previous subtle remarks took their complete perspective in my mind. I knew then that I could not beat these women at their game. So I, at that moment, chose to go along for the ride. It was time for action.

I put my drink down on the table, shed my shorts and jocks, stepped over to Serena, took the drink out of her hand and placed it on the table, told her to lean forward and lifted the negligee over her head, and dropped it with my clothes on the floor. I knelt on the floor in front of her chair.

My hands on each the cheeks of her backside pulled her forward on the chair. I placed a leg over each of my shoulders. Her soft downed pussy was exposed in the moonlight to my view. My tongue dipped into her snatch, and slid along her slit to the cleft of her behind and back again. Serena slipped further down the chair and raised her gash up to my mouth. My lips and nose nestled in her hair, my tongue found her little clitoris buried in the folds of her labia. My fingers parted her flesh petals. I swiped my tongue over her clit. She groaned. I moved my mouth over and through her sex she tasted sweet; she smelt good. I stabbed deeply into her vaginal opening with my tongue. Serena bucked her body at me, fucked my face. I now concentrated on her clitoris. I sucked the bud into my mouth. I teased at it gently with my teeth. I tongue stroked it. Serena began to go crazy. She fucked my face, her hands gripped at my head. Her body climaxed. Nectar flowed from her cunt onto my lips, into my mouth.

I untangled myself from her legs and stood up. My hands reached for hers, and I pulled the shaky young woman to her feet. I placed her hands on the verandah railing, bent her forward at the waist so she rested her head on her hands, parted her legs in a wide stance, and moved behind her. The moonlight glowed softly on the white flawless skin of her smooth back. I reached one hand between her legs and opened her wet gash wider. With the other hand I guided my hard throbbing cock inside her. The swollen knob rested in the orifice of her vagina. I reached a hand around her thighs to rest my fingers on her erect clitoris. My other hand grasped her breast, fingers gently tweaked at a nipple. With a small rock of my body my tool entered her cunt.

Serena thrust her arse and her snatch back at me as I fucked her slowly, steadily, firmly, and deeply. The muscles of her cunt snugly clasped my cock. She felt sensational. In a few minutes the sensations had built in her body to the point where she began to vocalize her fuck; yes, fuck me harder, fuck me deeper, fuck me faster; oh, yes. I obliged. The heat radiated from her body. Slick moisture from her gash wet my fingers. Her breast bounced in my other hand, the nipple elongated in my fingertips. I drove my cock deep into her vagina, hard and fast like she wanted. Serena climaxed. She wailed her pleasure to the stars. Her muscles tensed, she arse ground back at me, her cunt spasmed around my shaft, squeezed my knob. She peaked. She shivered. I wrapped my arms around her, held her tight, until she ever so slowly began to relax from her sexual passion.

I eased my tool out of her. Quickly I cleared the table of ashtray and glasses. Serena said she needed to rest. I agreed, led her to the table, laid her down on it, her bottom on the edge, her feet just touched the floor. I lifted her legs vertically in the air, resting on my chest, an ankle on either side of my neck. With one hand I placed my still erect cock back where it belonged, in her wet slit, knob just penetrating the entrance of her love tunnel. With ease it slipped inside her. I leaned forward, rested my hands on either side of her body on the table, her legs stretched along the front of my body. This fuck was for me.

As before I started slowly enough but this time, let my own feelings of lust and desire dictate my pace. The situation soon got the better of me. I buried myself completely in her on each inward thrust. I withdrew until just the tip of my cock remained in her. My balls slapped against her arse as I thrust in again. The pleasure gradually steadily built inside me. I was out of control. I pounded into her. The pressure grew. I cried out as I came. My tool pumped my spunk into her depths. Just as I intensely peaked Serena came too. She grunted, groaned gutturally, and uttered filth. I stood with shaking legs as she completed her climax, my tool buried in her depths. As we slowly slid down the other side of our twin peaks I moved her legs down on either side of my body. I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Stupendous she said. I had to agree.

We tidied up the verandah, wiped down the table. Still nude we went inside. By mutual unspoken agreement we showered together, tenderly washing then drying each other. Time for bed, separately; not before I received a long warm hug and very long kiss goodnight. I was that tired I didn’t even hear Simone come back home
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Life on the farm went on. Jean rang Simone to see how things were, to say she’d be away a while longer. And phoned me to ask if I was still happy to stay on as a guest, if her girls were looking after me. Jean said she looked forward to our sixty-nine when she returned; so that was not forgotten. I changed my working hours, started at four in the morning and finished around midday, so I could help with chores around the farm. Serena’s attendance at TAFE allowed some flexibility too.

The two girls sexually seemed to work in rotation on me. While I never visited their rooms, one or the other climbed into my bed each night, and mixed up their daytime dalliance with me. While I soon knew who would come gliding through my bedroom door each evening, sex around the farm was at the whim of whichever one I shared the workload. As the weather was warm to hot the swimming hole was a favorite location for both of them. Nudity or near nudity in and around the house was commonplace. Naturally I was very happy with the arrangements; my performance and staying power became extraordinary, and they benefited. I introduced them to as much variety as possible. A couple of incidents are worth relating.

One afternoon I worked in the implement shed a couple of hundred meters behind the house, checking lubricants, starting and running engines, generally tidying up. I wore a pair of shorts and work boots. Through a doorway I saw Serena move the sprinkler on the house lawn. As I kicked over one of the tractors she looked towards the shed. Down the gravel road she walked, her arse swinging wickedly when she saw I was watching her. Happy and friendly as always we chatted about how our respective jobs were going. She hung about as I finished with the tractor.

She followed me as I wandered about the shed looking for the gear I needed to carry out a harmless act of perversion with her. I found an old carpenter’s trestle and placed it on the floor under a roof beam. In the tool room I found a coiled length of rope. I threw the rope up over the beam, so I had two ends of the rope available for my use.

I stood Serena in front of me under the beam. Slowly I undid the buttons on her khaki work shirt. I eased her arms out of the sleeves, pulled the tail out of her skimpy denim shorts, and dropped it on the floor. I looked at her lovely pert pink tipped breasts. Under my gaze her small nipples, surrounded by pink areolae, hardened. She ran her tongue over her lips. I reached forward and undid her shorts. They dropped around her ankles. I gripped the waistband of her tiny panties, pulled them down until they joined her shorts. I bent down and had her step out of her clothing. With one end of the rope I loosely bound her wrists together. I helped her stand on the trestle, legs apart. I pulled on the free end of the rope until her hands were upright over her head. I tied the other end of the rope around a wooden support out in front of her, to enhance her awareness of her bondage.

Serena silently watched me as I walked around her admiring my handiwork and the musculature of her body. I stopped in front of her and slowly, teasingly took off my shorts. My semi hard cock sprung free, jutted out from my body, pointed at her. I stroked it while I contemplated her. I moved behind her. Using just the tips of my fingers I reached up high on her back, trailed my fingers lightly over her skin, across her shoulder blades, softly and slowly down her spine. My fingers stroked slowly along the nerve endings in her firm buttocks, strayed across the rear of her slit, down the inside of her thighs, along the shapely calves of her long slim tapered legs. Her body shivered, her skin goose bumped.

I stood in front of her once more. She looked at my hard cock and me. My hands reached up and caressed her breasts, massaging them, teasing the tips of her nipples. My soft touching finger tips dances over her belly, through her light coloured soft wispy pubic hair; down the inside of one thing to an ankle, up the other legs from ankle to thigh. The tips of my fingers toyed with her slit, stroked between her legs, dabbed ever so lightly along the length of her peeking pouting pink labia.

Using the tips of two fingers I stroked deeper into her slit. Her sex flower opened, strings and beads of clear moisture covered the rich pink of her flesh. The fingertip of my other hand dabbed at her tiny budded clitoris. Serena groaned. Her leg muscles shook. I moved.

I sat on the trestle between her legs, my legs behind her, my face level with her snatch. Tilting my head back I dipped my tongue into the parted folds of her flesh. Her aroma filled my nostrils. My tongue worked all over her, stroking, sliding, dabbing; I slid it into the orifice of her vagina. I sucked her clit. She came. She cried out, her leg muscles quivered, her cunt spasmed. Clear gelatinous mucous flowed out of her over my face. She tasted wonderful.

Afraid she might topple I got up, undid the rope, stepped her down off the trestle, and removed her bonds. She hugged herself to me, still shivering. Serena spoke for the first time since we had begun; she’d never done anything like that before; it blew her away.

Serena stepped in front of the trestle, leaned forward and rested her hands on the timber, her breasts hanging erotically, legs parted, bum thrust out behind her, swollen slit open between her thighs, and looked back over her shoulder at me, a leering smile of invitation over her face. She looked irresistible. I answered her call. My cock slid into the warm welcoming burrow of her cunt, my hands holding her tiny waist pulled her body to me as I plunged my thick shaft into her depths. Our fuck was ferocious, fast with lust and passion. We fucked each other like a****ls, Serena pushing her body back at me on each inward thrust deep into her hot tight cunt. We did not last long. She began to shudder; and spunk coursed up my shaft and shot into her tunnel. We ground against each other as we orgasmed. My arms wrapped around her for mutual support, my legs weak with released stress. We stayed welded body to body for some time as we slowly recovered. Eventually I eased my diminishing cock out of her. Serena stood up, turned and embraced me, and her kisses smothered my mouth. We let each other go. Cum ran down the inside of her legs. Sweat ran off our bodies. We gathered up our clothes and headed to the house for a shower, together.

One evening I had cooked dinner and we shared a couple of my bottles of crisp white wine; all three of us were in excellent spirits. Towards the end of the meal I asked about our activities for the evening. No one was doing anything outside our usual routine of a midweek night at home. I suggested to Simone and Serena they might like to watch, after we’d done our minor household chores and showered, an X rated movie that I’d borrowed from a bloke at work. They readily agreed, saying it would be a new experience for them to sit through something like that in their own home.

I mixed the three of us long icy cocktails. I wore a pair of bright satin boxer shorts for the occasion; Simone had a pretty but short nightie on, with skimpy white panties clearly visible; Serena wore a very wispy nightie through which all the details of her breasts could be seen, and no panties. Trust her! I sat in one of the recliner rockers, Serena in the other recliner, Simone on the settee.

The previews were mildly interesting. The feature story was about a young lady attending college in America, and the sexual mischief she got herself into with other girls and some hunky guys. The actresses had great bodies, huge tits, shaved pussies. The actors had big pecks and massive peckers. As the story line unfolded with one sex scene after another my attention was divided between watching the on screen action and the two young ladies beside me in the lounge room. It did not take long for them to get restless.

Simone suggested we were all overdressed for such a movie. She stood up and disrobed, flung her nightie and panties in a heap on the floor. Serena simply leaned forward and discarded her nightie. Come on they urged me, we want to see which scenes of the movie turn you on too. Off came my boxers. I leaned back in my chair. Simone stretched out her legs, rested her feet on the coffee table. As the movie rolled on Simone now and then brushed a hand, apparently subtly, between her legs across her snatch. The younger Serena was not so subtle. In a scene where the principal character was on her back being fucked by one hunk with a massive tool while she attempted to suck another monster whose owner knelt beside her face, Serena lay back in her recliner chair, her face fixed on the screen, and began to masturbate. One hand grasped at a nipple, her other hand strummed on her sex. Now that made my cock harden. It grew, rose, and lay up along my belly. Simone noticed that I watched Serena. She looked at Serena too, fascinated by her sister’s open display. The sight excited Simone. Her feet drifted apart on the table, her hand strayed between her legs, her fingers played up and down along her slit. I watched, fascinated.

The scene on the video changed. Two actresses took turns at oral sex with an actor. Simone knelt between legs in front of my chair. She licked the swollen plumb of my knob, tongued down the veined length of the shaft, around my shaved balls. Serena, still manipulating herself, sat up and watched her sister. Simone sucked my tool into her mouth, not deep throat, but sensational nonetheless. The shaft glistened wetly with her saliva. My knob left her mouth with a plop. Simone told her sister that she was not used to this, her mouth ached, and to come and help her.

Serena knelt beside her, took hold of my cock in her hand, sucked centimeters into her mouth. Enthusiasm made up for lack of finesse. The two girls shared my cock, sucking back and forth between them; and watched the screen action or the other sister’s efforts, while they rested. It seemed like they competed with each other. The sensations built and took hold in my belly. I struggled to hold on, but them told them they would have to stop soon before I came all over them. The movie gave them their idea for our finale. Simone sucked me harder, deeper. The veins bulged along the length of my shaft. My cock throbbed. Grunts and groans came from my throat. As I came Simone pulled her mouth away but continued to pump my shaft with her hand. White spunk shot out the end of my cock. It splattered over Simone’s face. She pointed my cock at Serena. Cum splashed over her tits. I sank back in the chair as I peaked. Simone had cum dribbling down her face. White bubbles dribbled over my swollen knob. Serena leaned forward, took my cock in her hand, and licked the fluid from me. Shivered coursed through my body.

The sisters knelt back, looked at each other and laughed. Simone reached out for Serena and smothered my cum all over her titties. Serena touched her sister’s cum spattered face. She said she thought it might be good for her complexion.

Jean phoned her daughters to say she’d be home at last by the end of the week. When I arrived home from work on Friday evening Jean’s car was in the carport. She caught up on all the farm news from her daughters; they were lavish in their praise of my help. The girls and I looked after the meal that evening. Jean was tired after her long drive and went to bed early. Serena came to my room that evening and took care of me in her usual energetic fashion.

Saturday night both girls went out; Jean and I had the house to ourselves. After a very pleasant meal with wine we retired to her bedroom. She had obviously fantasized about our activities during her absence. Passion, enthusiasm and lust flowed through her body. It didn’t take her long to want to progress from kisses and caresses to try the sixty-nine I’d previously suggested
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I placed myself in the middle of the bed on my back. Jean knelt over me, her knees on either side of my shoulders, her pussy above my face, open, pink, moist, labia swollen, clit erect. My hands reached around her body, grasped the cheeks of her backside, pulled her down onto my mouth. Her hands gripped my hard tool. I paused in my oral sex with her, felt her warm mouth engulf me, her tongue lathe and her teeth gently sc**** my knob. She sucked my shaft into her throat. I concentrated on her parted pussy, breathed her musk sexual aroma into my nostrils, stroked over her clit, tongued into her vagina, mashed my face into her sex, soaked in her juices. We worked diligently at each other. I tried not to think about her mouth and my cock, concentrated instead on my mouth and her gash.

Slowly but steadily her body responded to my efforts. Soon she orgasmed, ground her cunt over my mouth and nose. Her body shuddered. Jean came noisily, my cock temporarily forgotten. As she returned to the present she was a bit apologetic. It took some reassurance that all was well. We tried a repeat performance.

Jean worked hard at my cock, licked the shaft, sucked my balls, and bobbed her mouth up and down on my knob. It felt sensational. My concentration on her wet pussy surrounded by her now swollen fleshy cunt lips was less than before. Nonetheless she began her climb of her peak of pleasure. I too felt the pressure build in my body. I successfully strove to await her orgasm. She got there by seconds. Just as her body spasmed on my face my cock jerked and pulsed in her mouth.

When we finally lay side by side on the bed the results of my orgasm were evident. White streaks of my cum covered her face and neck. I kissed it from her. We lay relaxed in each other’s arms, and talked. As we heard the first car come home I went to my own room.

I continued my stay until my work task was complete. Not a day passed when one of the three women did not take care of me, and themselves. Eventually, reluctantly I departed; with a promise to return. I did too, frequently. My clients in that town received excellent personalized service, often. I stayed at the farm, always. Their hospitality continued at its usual exceptionally high standard.