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Jennifer had always wanted to live out in the countryside, away from the hustle and bustle of city life. She often dreamed of sitting on the veranda of a homestead, looking down into the valleys on late afternoons when the cool breeze would refresh the land.

She had discussed this with her husband on many occasions, only to be told, "You're dreaming, girl. We can't make money out there in the sticks. And what would we do for jobs?”

Jennifer wasn't easily deterred though. Soon enough, she found an advert in a national newspaper advertising a job vacancy for a live-on-site mechanic on a sheep farm out in the countryside.

”Look, David, isn't this property near the area where you go on your annual hunting trip? This could be our chance to live our dream!”

”Hmm,” her husband replied, not so excited. David was a fitter, not a qualified mechanic. Though he did have a good understanding of engines and cars in general.

Jennifer was determined. “I don't care what you say. I'm sending in your CV.”

A couple of weeks went by and they heard nothing, not even a rejection letter. After breakfast the next morning, Jennifer decided to take another look at the job advertisement clipping that she had cut from the newspaper, to ensure she had sent all the required documentation for the job application. There was an email address at the bottom, so with nothing to lose, she sent an email asking if there were any problems, and could they at least have an interview to express their passion for the position.

Jennifer, being a housewife, waited at home, anxious, for most of the day, checking each hour for a response to her email. As the morning turned into afternoon, still there was no reply. It was getting late. David would be home soon, so she decided to start cooking dinner.

Jennifer was going to cook David's favourite, hoping to put him in a better mood. With his current job not going so well, it hadn't helped things much in the bedroom department. On top of many other problems, that seemed to be draining his enthusiasm between the sheets.

Jennifer was finding herself masturbating more and more often since David had lost interest in sex. She knew it wasn't her fault. At the age of thirty, she had an amazing body, and kept herself fit by being active around the house for most of the day.

As she prepared dinner, she cursed the damn company for not responding to her email. She and David needed this more than ever. They needed a change of surroundings, a change of lifestyle. Their marriage would fizzle out and die if they carried on like this, here in the big city.

Sure enough, on the next check, the email was there. Jennifer was too scared to open it at first, not knowing how she would cope with a flat rejection. When she finally plucked up the courage, it read: Please call the below number tomorrow at 10.am sharp.

They wanted a telephone conference with David. Jennifer was breathless with excitement. Could David really pull this off?

~~~

The married couple arrived at the farmhouse early on a fine September morning.

“Can you believe it, David?” Jennifer beamed. “We did it! We actually did it! Look how beautiful it is. Smell the fresh air...”

David wasn't quite as enthusiastic as Jennifer. Looking around he noticed a lot of run-down machinery. And the smell of animal shit hung heavy in the air. The place was a complete dive. He couldn’t believe he’d let his wife talk him into this. He’d be getting the sack from here as soon as possible.

”Hello, there,” a voice boomed in a Norfolk accent, startling the couple momentarily. “Glad you made it safe and sound. It's a dangerous climb up here, you know, especially in the wet.”

It was the property supervisor, Harold, wearing huge brown Wellington boots and thick overalls. The owners lived in Sydney, and only visited once a month to check over the accounts and things, so Harold ran the show.

Harold was your typical “farmer” type with a weather-beaten complexion and a bulbous pockmarked nose. His eyebrows were so bushy that they connected across his brow in a fuzzy strip and his unkempt bushy beard was made up of scraggly grey hair. Jennifer guessed him to be in his mid-fifties. Though he was short, with stooped shoulders, his potbelly made him seem stockier than he was.

Jennifer had spoken to him a few times on the phone, and he was just how she had envisioned him. She found herself warming to him immediately.

“Glad to be here, Harold,” Jennifer smiled. “Where's our house so we can get unpacked? It's looking a bit overcast, don’t you think?”

”Your place is down that south track, there, about forty yards away,” said Harold, pointing. “Come in here and have a cuppa first. I've just put the kettle on so it should be ready now. Come on in here and have a chat with old Harold.”

The married couple followed Harold into his quaint farmhouse and sat down for a cuppa.

“Do you live alone?” David asked.

Harold went on to tell them that he lived alone now since his wife left him some time ago.

“No loss!” Harold exclaimed. “She was an ‘orrible bitch anyway; and as ugly as sin. Good bloody riddance.” Harold sat down at the table with the married couple and handed them their tea before continuing. “It’s gonna be nice having a pretty young girl around here to brighten up the place,” he said, leering intently at Jennifer, his eyes roaming over her chest. “We don’t get many young women round these parts, but I’m sure we could find a thing or two for you to do, if you fancy earning yourself a few quid.”

“I’m up for anything, Harold. I’m just so happy to be here, I could kiss you,” Jennifer beamed. “I’m not afraid to muck in and get my hands dirty; I’m not scared of a bit of hard work.”

Harold went silent, the friendliness fading from his face, becoming a serious stare. His eyes turned to the floor, locking on to Jennifer’s flip-flop clad feet, then travelled up slowly, drinking in the exposed flesh of her smooth legs. “What about a bit of hard cock?” he murmured under his breath.

Jennifer and David glanced at each other then back to Harold, “Sorry, we didn’t quite catch that.”

Harold shook his head to regain his composure. “It's going to be pretty isolated up here for the next few months,” he went on, the friendliness returning to his face, his eyes back staring at their faces. “Shearing has just finished for the time being. It’s during the shearing season when this place is booming, people everywhere. I'm glad it's over for another year. It’s during this off-season when I get very lonely, though. Still, it won't be such a lonely spell now you two are here to keep me company.”

David smiled. “So my job will be keeping these old machines well oiled and maintained, I take it?”

“Yes, that’s right. As well as a few other things, but I’ll show you the ropes as we go along. We wouldn’t want to be talking about the running of this old place in Jennifer’s presence; we’ll end up boring the tits off the poor girl.”

The couple had to stifle a giggle at old Harold’s brazenness and Jennifer’s face flushed red like a beetroot.

David quipped, “Oh, don’t worry about Jennifer; her tits could do with all the attention they can get at the moment, whether it be boring or otherwise.

The sinister look returned to Harold’s face, his eyes again roving over Jennifer’s large bust beneath her summer dress. “Mmmmm, tits,” he whispered.

Jennifer became aware of his eyes burning into her bosom and felt her nipples harden in response. Harold’s eyes widened as the tiny nubs protruded noticeably under the material of her dress.

David became aware of the tension building between his wife and the old man. Jumping to his feet and gulping down his tea, he said, “Okay, we best be off then. We really need to get unpacked and settled in.”

Harold snapped back to reality. “Oh, okay, I’ll see you out. Do you have a beer, David?”

“Sure do,” David replied.

“Come over by yourself when you've finished unpacking, and I'll have a cold beer or two waiting for ya. We’ll have a few jars and talk business.”

The couple said their goodbyes and strolled slowly back to the car, ready to get unpacked and begin their new life.

”Penny for your thoughts, David,” Jennifer asked, walking beside him and linking her arm through his.

“He seems great. And he likes a beer, which is a bonus.“ David thought for a moment. “But I couldn’t help noticing the way he was ogling you. Your chest and feet seemed to take up a lot of his attention.”

“Oh, don’t be silly. He’s just a lonely old man. He’s probably not seen a pair of tits in the flesh for donkey’s years. He’s just desperate. And my feet do look awfully sexy in my new flip-flops, don’t you think? You can’t blame him for having a good stare. He’s harmless, David. Besides, if keeping Harold happy is the key to us staying here, then he can ogle me to his heart’s content.”

A concerned expression creased David’s forehead.

A month later…

They soon settled into their new environment, and all seemed to be going well for the married couple. David enjoyed his work, though he was never seen without a beer in hand. He and Harold had become great friends, with David spending the occasional evening over at Harold’s house discussing “work” as they called it.

It was awfully strange, but Jennifer would notice a real change in her husband’s libido whenever he returned home from Harold’s after a night on the booze. He would stagger in around midnight, drunk and sexually aroused, rip off her clothes and fuck her frenziedly, right there on the spot. Last time he had screwed her over the kitchen table and had even slipped a finger into her arsehole – he’d never done that before.

It was a nice change from when they lived in the city, where the stresses of life seemed to drain her husband’s sex drive. Whatever it was that Harold and David spoke about during their boozy evenings at Harold’s place, it was certainly doing the trick.

But Jennifer couldn’t help but be a little jealous that her husband was spending so much time with Harold. But since she was so overjoyed to be finally living the idyllic lifestyle that she had always dreamed of, she was content for the time being. Everything was just perfect. She was basking in a dream come true and had to keep pinching herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

Harold had visited Jennifer several times, mostly when David was out of the house. All indications looked good, except Harold’s behaviour around her was a slight cause for concern. He would be gentlemanly and kind one minute, then rude and crass the next. He was an odd person, to say the least. And he most certainly had an inclination for Jennifer’s tits and toes; he would stare at them with an almost hypnotic look, with ferocious intensity in his eyes, seemingly oblivious to his inappropriate behaviour. She was a married woman, for heaven’s sake!

Although she didn’t yet realise it, deep down Jennifer loved the attention Harold gave her. She would always make sure she was barefoot when Harold came calling; it gave her a sexual thrill to know he was lusting over that part of her body. She would also wear tight tank tops around Harold, and would feel her nipples stiffen like two rubber bullets as soon as his eyes locked on to her chest. But Jennifer never realised she was flaunting herself; it was all done subconsciously, without her really being aware of the sexual tension building in the room.

Jennifer had showered and was ready for an early night. The owners were visiting the farm the following day and staying for the weekend. The married couple were told by Harold to keep to sober habits and get around looking busy, as the owners were stuck up and didn't appreciate the country lifestyle.

He had also dropped a bombshell, telling the couple that the owners were unaware that he had employed David and had given the couple free accommodation as part of the employment deal. It was actually Harold’s job to keep the machinery maintained, but he felt too old to do it all by himself, and needed help. He wasn’t sure how the owners would react to the news.

Jennifer felt sick at the thought of being thrown out of the farmhouse and back into hectic and noisy city life. She would go to any lengths to stay firmly put, here on the farm, just where God intended her.

~~~

Harold spent most of the weekend with the owners and the two days flew by without incident. Monday came and the owners left, leaving Jennifer in nervous anticipation wondering whether the owners planned to let her and her husband stay.

It was early evening and David had persuaded Jennifer to have a glass of wine to calm her nerves. Before she knew it, one glass had turned into two, and then turned into nearly a whole bottle. Jennifer was slightly drunk by the time Harold phoned the house and asked David to go into town and pick up some parts for the tractor.

The town was about two hours drive each way. Jennifer thought it a rather strange request, having been for the monthly trip to the tractor shop just last week, so she decided to stay at home for a bit of quiet time and to finish her bottle of wine. After all, she could now celebrate; since David was being asked to run an errand for Harold, Jennifer assumed that this meant they were going to be staying on the farm – for the time being at least.

“Be careful on the road, David,” she said, smiling and happy. “I’ll have dinner ready on your return.”

Shortly after David left, Harold called and asked Jennifer to come down to his house, to discuss the situation with the owners. Apparently, the owners had a few issues that he needed to discuss with her personally, alone.

Jennifer was panicking now, close to tears, assuming the worse, realising now that she would go to any lengths to keep her life at the farm. What had they done wrong? They had only been there a month. How could they go back to friends and family as failures, having been thrown out after just a month? How could they go home at all? They’d sold everything they owned to move here.

Arriving at Harold's place a short while later, Jennifer sat down anxiously, waiting for Harold to pour her a beer before joining her at the table to discuss certain issues. Jennifer was looking hot and sexy, wearing flip-flops, a figure-hugging tank top and a short skirt, exposing plenty of flesh and flaunting the curves of her luscious young body.

Harold had good news as well as bad. Looking contrite, he began, “Jennifer, after my discussion with the owners regarding my ailing fitness and my ability to work alone, they have agreed to allow me an extra employee to help me with my daily chores.”

A surge of relief welled up within her and tears came to her eyes. Without realising what she was doing, Jennifer gulped down her beer, leapt out of her chair and pounced on Harold, flinging her arms around his neck and smothering his hairy face with soft kisses. Harold sprung into action, wrapping his arms around Jennifer’s waist and pulling her bottom down onto his lap. They were both still for a moment.

Harold was breathing heavily, becoming sexually aroused, taking in Jennifer’s intoxicating feminine scent, holding her body perched across his thighs. Jennifer, still slightly drunk and a little startled, sat stock-still, feeing the old man’s erection pressing against her firm backside as she nestled firmly in his lap.

Harold’s hands began to wander, one up the back of her tank top, the other slipping up her loose skirt and resting on her bare thigh, just inches from her pussy. Jennifer was disgusted that the old man had an erection and had forced her to sit across his lap, right on top of his hard cock. She couldn’t believe his audacity, fondling her body, treating her like a little slut. She knew she should protest, but she was momentarily dumbstruck, too shocked to move, immobilised by fear.

With his hands gripping her body hard to hold her still, he put his mouth to her ear, his bushy beard tickling her cheek, and whispered, “I’m sorry to get your hopes up, sweetie, but I’m not sure if you’re the right people for the position. And since you’re still in your trial period, the owners want me to make a decision – tonight.”

“What have we done wrong?” she asked nervously, feeling him wiggle his hips beneath her, stimulating his erection against her firm buttocks.

“It's David,” he snapped, squeezing the soft flesh of her upper thigh in his calloused hand. “He's a waste of space, shit at his job. And he’s a drunk. And I've got to pick up his slack,” complained Harold.

”Oh please,” Jennifer snivelled. “I can make him do better, Harold. Please give us another chance.”

“I'm prepared to do you favours, darling, as long as you're prepared to return them in kind,” he drawled in her ear.

Jennifer felt her mouth go dry and her face flare-up in a bright red blush. Startled and embarrassed, she suddenly knew where this was going, yet still couldn’t comprehend it.

”Harold, I can’t. I'm not like that. I’m a married woman, for heaven’s sake,” she whined, but her emotions contradicted her words, for her growing excitement was evident.

His busy hands were becoming rougher and more insistent by the second, his arousal reaching a feverish level. ”I'm not asking for sex, sweetheart. Just to play with those cute little tootsies and see you naked. You know, just some fun and games. It’s not too much to ask, is it?”

But his actions betrayed his words, for as soon as he had said that, his hand slipped higher up her naked thigh, before resting between her legs and negotiating its way round the gusset of her cotton panties. She gasped and her body trembled when she felt a sausage finger glide along effortlessly over her wet pussy before penetrating the moist hole at its centre. Slick with her juices, the finger slid deep into her vagina, wiggling once it had sunk in up to the knuckle, sending shivers of arousal through Jennifer’s young body.

The humility of it – this filthy old man was almost twice her age, nearly old enough to be her grandpa. It was dirty, unnatural, but her pussy wept and her body hummed with undeniable pleasure, a sexual pleasure she had only ever felt with her husband before now. Her feelings of guilt were easily pushed aside. After all, it was David’s fault for being useless that had landed her in this predicament in the first place. But if David ever found out, she knew he’d be heartbroken.

”But what if David catches us?” she breathed, her tone softening, relaxing slightly as the finger moving inside her sloppy-wet hole sent waves of heat through her now docile body. She had subconsciously accepted her fate, wanted it to a certain extent, if it meant staying on the farm, though it hadn’t registered in her mind just yet.

“He will be sent into town on errands, just like today,” Harold growled lustily, his free hand making its way up her top, fondling her unfettered breasts. “Now, take your flip-flops off and put those sexy feet up on the table. I want to be able to see them while I’m fondling your wonderful body. I've wanted to do this to you ever since you arrived. Come on, do as you’re told, sweetie.”

Sweating profusely and quivering all over, she kicked off her flip-flops and perched her dainty feet up on the table, complying with his demand.

”Wiggle those toes,” he panted, his clammy hand mauling her tits roughly while the other grazed a ragged nail harshly over her clit and squelched in and out of her juicy hole. Then his hips bucked wildly back and forth beneath her bum, thrusting his groin, bumping and grinding his erection against her buttocks, working himself up into a sexual frenzy.

His long, dirty fingernails dug into her tit flesh and scratched the sensitive walls of her inner pussy as he mauled her private parts with his hands. It began to hurt; she couldn’t take it any longer. “Oh, please be more gentle,” she pleaded.

He heeded her request and lifted her pliant body from his lap and slung her front first on the table as though she was a piece of meat. Harold then jumped up on the table, the rubber soles of his Wellington boots squeaking on the smooth surface as he straddled Jennifer’s backside, before kneeling down and sitting astride her buttocks facing her bare legs and feet.

Jennifer squealed when she felt his body weight bear down on her buttocks, locking her in position. He grasped both her ankles and pulled her feet up to his face, bending her legs at the knees. He held both bare feet to his face and inhaled deeply through his nose, consuming their scent.

Jennifer’s feet were very sensitive, especially her soles, so when the old man began licking and slurping her tiny toes, his bushy beard tickled the soles. She squirmed beneath him, laughing high and low, emitting shrill screams as the prickly whiskers tickled her feet. She tried desperately to pull her feet away, but he held them firm, all the while feasting on them. The tongue, slithering and snaking between her toes, heightened the pleasure, tickling her in different ways, eliciting a warm fuzzy sensation that consumed her body, making her feel euphoric.

The exotic sensations taking hold of her body were exquisite. She had never had her feet played with before, certainly not in this manner. The tickling sensation spread out all over her body, making every inch of her being tingle with desire. His mouth, slobbering and slurping over her feet, devouring her toes one by one, gave her chills up her spine like she’d never before experienced. Even though she was wriggling and squirming and screaming and begging for mercy from the tickling, the torturous sensations this old man was eliciting from her body, from the feet up, were truly wonderful.

Jennifer panicked, suddenly realising that she was in desperate need of a pee, and the relentless tickling was loosening her tummy muscles, making her bladder weak.

“Oh, good heavens,” she squealed. “If you tickle me any longer, I’m afraid I may just make a piddle, right here on your table.”

After he released one of her ankles, she expected him to stop and let her up. But instead, he held one foot firmly in his grasp and used his long fingernails to tickle the sole of her captive foot. The sensation was twice as strong as before, and Jennifer immediately felt her bladder give way. Her body bucked and she let out an ear-piercing screech when she realised her body had betrayed her and she was about to wet her panties.

“Oh, now we’re talking,” rasped old Harold. He pulled her legs apart and watched avidly as a wet patch formed at the crotch of Jennifer’s panties before seeping through the thin material and forming a pee puddle on the table.

Jennifer had never felt so humiliated. She let the golden stream flow from her body, cringing with embarrassment as she reluctantly urinated for the old man’s pleasure. But, surprisingly, for her, the humiliation added an extra level of enjoyment to proceedings. It was almost like her embarrassment, mingled with her inebriation and fear, spurred on her feelings of lust. This dirty old codger was opening doors that Jennifer never knew existed.

He lifted his weight from her buttocks before tugging her soaking wet skirt and panties down her legs and discarding them, leaving her bare from the waist down. Grabbing a handful of arse flesh, he squeezed hard, making Jennifer cry out in surprise. She squirmed with degradation when her arse cheek was yanked to one side before the tip of a forefinger tickled and stroked the puckered hole of her anus. She clenched her sphincter closed, closing off the entrance before the finger could invade her anus. The humiliation of pissing herself was quite enough for now.

A hand came down onto her buttocks, hard, the palm stinging the soft globes of her arse.

“Now, you behave and do as you’re told. Otherwise, your arse will be red raw by the time I’m finished with ya! Understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed meekly. The old man’s dominance and forcefulness gave her an unexpected thrill. And the slap had rocked her body with a renewed surge of sexual pleasure.

“Now you stand up and take your top off. I want you completely naked and dancing a Highland Jig for me."

She did as he asked, stood up and removed her top, leaving her young body completely bare. “I-I-I beg your pardon?” she stammered, hoping she had heard him wrong.

”I'm going to play a Scottish tune on the record player, and you're going to dance a Highland Jig, naked, for me.”

The Highland Dance music started playing, loud and fast.

“Please, Harold,” she begged. “I can’t dance. I’ll feel stupid and make a complete idiot of myself.”

“Dance!” he demanded. “Get those knees up nice and high. I wanna see you dance as you’ve never danced before. Get those tits bouncing.”

She started slow and unsure, half-heartedly, her arms locked down by her sides, her feet going up and down as though gently jogging on the spot. Her face was bright red and her body trembled with the sheer degradation of it all. Not only was she completely naked with her prized assets on show for the pervy old codger to ogle, but she was now being made to dance like a complete fool, with her tits bouncing and jiggling, along to bagpipe music.

Harold snuck up behind her holding a thin bamboo cane and proceeded to spank her bare arse. Whack-whack-whack! “Come on, girl,” he barked. “Get those knees up nice and high, in time with the music. I want to see those tits jump high, touching your chin. Let’s hear the soles of your feet slapping against the floor.”

He spanked her bare arse one last time, even harder, and she let out a shrill scream. It stung like hell, and spurred Jennifer into action. She danced the jig the only way she knew how – jogging on the spot with her knees reaching her chest; her tits flapping about wildly with each step and her soles slapping loudly against the floor; her arms rigid behind her back and her entire body glowing red in a fierce blush.

Harold watched the humiliating spectacle with avid interest, touching her up occasionally with the cane, quietly impressed with her efforts, but never letting on, keeping her diligent. This degrading charade went on for twenty minutes. At the end of the song, her legs were like jelly and her poor soles burned red from slapping against the hard floor. The song finished and Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief.

“Impressive performance, my dear. You danced the Highland Jig very well. I can’t wait to watch it back on my computer. I may even upload it to my website,” he giggled mischievously.

Jennifer scanned the room frantically. No, he wouldn’t have filmed her humiliating ordeal, surely not. He was a dirty old bastard, with a masochistic side, not an evil person. As she searched the room for a camera, she caught a glimpse of the old man tugging off his boots, revealing dirty white socks with a big toe protruding from a hole at the top of each sock. He was already naked from the waist up. His torso was matted in a coarse layer of grey hair and his potbelly made him look like he was pregnant.

Once he was down to his underpants, he locked Jennifer in his gaze, observing her nakedness, unable to believe his luck. Happy in the knowledge that this beautiful young wife was now his property, to do with as he pleased, to degrade and fuck for his amusement, to loan out to his friends and family, to be used as a little fucktoy.

Dropping his underpants to the floor and exposing his nasty old cock, he demanded, “Get down on all fours and bark like a dog.”

Jennifer stood wide-eyed and mouth gaping, transfixed by the monstrosity standing hard and erect between the old man’s legs. It looked truly horrific; she had never set eyes on anything so angry looking, so nasty and hideous. And the coarse layer of hair at its base was so dense and scraggly she guessed he hadn’t trimmed it for a good few decades. It had no foreskin, the enormous head fully exposed, throbbing, glowing a bright shade of red, with a globule of secretion hanging from the slit.

Other than David’s, she had never seen another man’s cock up close and personal before. David’s was small and cute and friendly-looking. Compared to the thick hunk of man meat snarling at her from between the old man’s legs, David’s was tiny.

As he approached her, he demanded once more, “Do as your told and get down on your hands and knees.”

Jennifer complied, dropping to the floor on her hands and knees, watching with trepidation as the revolting organ swayed between the old man’s legs with every step he took. He stood in front of Jennifer and grabbed a handful of her hair before yanking her head back, forcing her to look up at him. Though her view was slightly obscured by the throbbing beast at his groin, she could see his stern expression, the lust in his eyes, the mischievous glint flash across his hairy face.

“Now bark, you filthy dog!” he demanded, spittle flying from his mouth and sprinkling the young wife’s face.

Jennifer’s whole body flushed red with embarrassment. “Ruff-ruff-ruff,” she barked shyly.

He yanked her head back further by the hair so she was looking up at the ceiling, then took hold of his filthy cock and slapped it all over Jennifer’s face. The slapping sound resonated around the sparsely furnished room as his hefty organ spanked her about the face – her cheeks, forehead, nose, lips – splattering her skin with its gooey secretions.

Jennifer clenched her mouth shut and closed her eyes, feeling the slime oozing from its tip splashing all over her smooth face. He spent a good few minutes slapping his cock all over Jennifer’s face. Her pretty features were smeared with translucent liquid by the time he had finished.

“Bark for me; louder this time,” he snapped.

“Ruff!“

As soon as Jennifer opened her mouth to bark, old Harold rammed his chunky cock into her mouth and let out a loud grunt.

Jennifer felt a renewed surge of sexual energy as the beefy cock stretched her lips wide and invaded her warm mouth. It rested on her tongue, twitching, the bulbous head crammed tightly in her gullet. It was large, masculine, and the feel of it in her mouth gave her a sudden jolt of excitement that spurred on her actions.

Still holding on to her hair, he swayed his hips back and forth, gently, again and again, fucking her face in a slow, monotonous rhythm. Jennifer gave his old cock a ferocious suck and started nibbling and slobbering all over his meaty shaft as it impaled her face. Then her hand reached for his heavy balls, squeezing, fondling, tugging harshly on the hairy sack, almost as if she was determined to tear them off.

When old Harold fished his cock from her mouth, Jennifer breathed in deeply, watching him walk to her backside, preparing mentally for the fact he was about to invade her vagina with his monster cock. When the head of his beast kissed her pouting lips, she pushed back in anticipation, knowing it was going to stretch her pussy and touch parts of her body her husband’s chipolata could never reach.

She felt his potbelly rest on the small of her back and then sweaty fingers pry open her pussy lips before the large mushroom head pushed past her tight entrance and into the warmth of her married pussy. Harold took his time, probing gently, breaking her in gradually.

But since Jennifer had never encountered anything so big, before he had even begun his first full probe for depth, the stretching sensation had turned her scream into a breathless gasp. She had never had an unprotected cock inside her before. She never used contraception herself, so David had always worn condoms. She had never felt flesh-on-flesh contact before. Immense friction was building already, and he hadn’t even started thrusting yet.

He held her still, hearing her gasp and moan, as he sank himself all the way in, stretching her pussy walls wider than they’d ever been before, then held himself balls deep. He knew he was now in virgin territory, deeper than any cock had ever delved before. Then he used long, slow, thrusts as he felt her walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

Jennifer’s body shook uncontrollably, gasping a long protracted sequence of groans and moans. Then she shrieked loudly when he landed an open palm slap, square across her naked arse before speaking nastily.

“What would your pencil-cocked husband think if he saw you now, eh? Taking a cock at least twice as big as his, bareback. Watching his timid wife being impaled on a monster cock, like a piece of meat on a spit. I’ve stretched you so wide that the next time David sinks his maggot into your hole, he won’t touch the fucking sides.”

His taunting words gave her another thrill. The thought of her husband being in the same room, watching this crude spectacle, watching his sexually inexperienced wife being debased in such a disgusting manner, gave her unexpected pleasure.

Talking of the devil, Harold’s phone began to ring – it was David calling.

“There you are,” said Harold, handing the phone to Jennifer. “That’s your husband on the phone. Pick it up.”

Jennifer hesitated; how could she speak to her husband while in this position, being screwed from behind by dirty old Harold’s chunky rod.

But then Harold snaked a hand down by her side and beneath her tummy, locating the nub of her clit before strumming it like a guitar string, while his free hand grabbed her hip. “Fucking answer it,” growled Harold as he started pounding her pussy hard and fast, pushing her to the brink of orgasm.

Jennifer accepted the call and put the phone to her ear.

“Hello, is that Harold?” she heard her husband ask.

Harold rubbed her clit frantically and increased the speed of his thrusts. That, combined with the sound of her husband’s voice, knowing she was being fucked senseless by another man with her husband at the other end of the phone, was so incredibly arousing that it drove her over the edge.

“N-n-n-nooooo,” she panted. “It’s-It’s-It’s… Jennifffffeeeerrrrrr! Oh, good God. Oooooohhhhh yeeeeeeeah,” screamed Jennifer, as the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced tore through her body like a bolt of lightning.

The sound of Harold’s thighs slapping loudly against Jennifer’s arse, mingled with her cries of passion were loud and clear enough for David to hear.

“Jennifer?” David snapped, alarmed. “What’s going on? What’s the matter with you? Why are you answering Harold’s phone? Why are you screaming?”

The orgasm tearing through her body seemed to last forever. “Oooooohhhh. I’ve just s-s-stubbed my toe… on the coffee table,” she panted through gasps and groans. “It really…h-h-hurts. Oooohhhh, yeah, that hurts so bad.”

“Is Harold there? Put Harold on, please. I need to speak with him.”

Jennifer passed the phone back to Harold, just as his orgasm was bubbling to the surface.

“Hello,” Harold panted, ramming his cock hard into David’s wife, feeling his balls dance inside their hairy sack, churning a huge amount of sticky cum, ready to be ejaculated into the unprotected depths of Jennifer’s womb.

“Hello, Harold.” David was concerned by the strange sounds in the background. He could still hear his wife moaning and groaning and the loud slapping noise. “Is Jennifer okay? She said she stubbed her toe. It’s not serious, is it?”

Howling like an animal, Harold felt Jennifer’s inner walls suck around his shaft like a suckling mouth. His balls repeatedly contracted and relaxed, pumping semen, inseminating her young body with his nasty old man seed. With each contraction of his balls, a loud grunt escaped his mouth.

David, now close to tears, continued panicking at the other end of the phone. “Harold! Why are you grunting? What on earth’s going on?”

After the tenth spurt of spunk, Jennifer’s vagina was full to bursting. Plugged by the beefy cock inside her, a tight seal had formed, preventing any cum from escaping her body.

“Hello… David,” Harold breathed down the phone, just as the tight seal began to fail under the immense pressure building inside her distended vagina. “What’s up, lad? I’m a bit busy here at the moment.”

“What is going on? Why are you both making those weird sounds? Why are you both panting and out of breath?”

Harold peered down just as thick, white semen began to leak from the seal formed by his cock. A squelching sound accompanied the leakage as it oozed out and trickled down around Jennifer’s thighs and Harold’s balls. They were both a mess, both drenched in sweat from head to toe. Breathing heavily, trying to catch their breath, trying to gain control of their senses. Their loins were caked in thick spunk. A white puddle of goo had formed on the floor beneath their panting bodies.

With a satisfied smile, Harold slid his softening cock out from Jennifer’s cum filled depths, creating a loud sucking sound. He watched delightedly as cum leaked from Jennifer’s slit, forming a small stream down her pouting lips before dripping to the floor, then spoke to her husband.

“Sorry about all the ruckus. Jennifer stubbed her toe, you see, and in my haste to run to her aid, I tripped over and smacked my head on the wall. We’re having a hell of a time of it here. What can I do for you, anyway?”

As David began to speak, Harold walked back around to Jennifer’s front before waggling his deflating cock in her face, demanding she sucked their mingled juices from the chunky shaft.

“I’ve broken down,” David said. “I’m about forty miles away, down a dark country lane. My breakdown cover only covers a twenty-mile radius, so I’m seriously screwed out here. You’ve gotta come pick me up.”

Harold smiled mischievously as he peered down at David’s wife running her tongue over his cock, tentatively lapping up the juices coating the thick shaft. “Well, that is a predicament. Can’t you leave the car there and get a cab back?”

“Christ! I’m in the middle of nowhere, miles away from civilisation. A cab would cost a fortune. I can’t afford that. Can’t you come get me?”

Jennifer was reluctantly suckling the last remnants of juice from the head of his drooping cock, when he replied, “I’ve had a good drink tonight, David; I can’t drive. You’ll just have to sit tight and I’ll come fetch you in the morning.”

“But - but - but…”

Harold hung up the call before David had a chance to speak. Stroking his fingers through Jennifer’s silky blonde hair, he waggled his flaccid cock inside her mouth and said, “Our fun and games have only just begun, sweetheart. I’ve got big plans for tomorrow. After all, David’s gonna be away for at least a few days yet; I’ll see to that. So why don’t we take a stroll back to your house and both get our heads down for the night in your marital bed? You can walk back naked with a feather duster jammed up your arse.”