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A Summer Escape into the Country
By Jack Hawkins
The question often posed in NYC is "can you pass?" and boy can I pass. It
takes years of practice but I can tell you that Erica passes with flying
colors. Even my city bank manager is convinced I'm a woman.
Still sometimes a girl wants to escape the city life and one summer I
heard of a cute little house for rent; Memorial Day to Labor Day - far in
the Connecticut countryside. A young woman, Jessica Easthampton, who
worked for House Beautiful was on assignment in Europe and needed to
sublet her darling little house. I'd heard of her and loved her style.
When I moved in, I spent that whole Memorial Day just going through her
wardrobe. Her bathroom too was full of wonderful organic soaps and other
goodies. I had a wonderful bath and shaved, luxuriating in her silks and
Gucci slippers. Lucky girl she is, I thought, what it is to work in
fashion and get given all theses clothes and samples. I cooked something
simple and tucked myself into bed early, enjoying the feeling of her
Egyptian cotton sheets against my freshly, smooth shaved body.
Little did I know how lucky I was to be that next day. Though I hardly
slept (it was so terrifyingly quiet compared with my New York loft) I was
ready to adventure early the next morning. Deciding to dress up in her
wonderful Indian print dress with crinoline petticoat, I put on her black
patent high heels with little white socks, which I turned down to show
the frilly hems. As I looked in the mirror and swung round for a better
view, the faded print looked so fifties Connecticut and the swish of the
crinoline made me all excited. I thought, her bustier, one of those old
fashioned ones with bones, held in my waist perfectly. Her silk cami felt
so good that I decided to wear no panties. How I longed for that fresh
Connecticut breeze on my bottom!
I set out in the car and picked up some basics from the five and dime. I
noticed a young man watching me as I walked across the car park. I
glanced over and I guess you'd say I flirted. Well, he was good looking.
Deciding to show off my car and drop the rag top I over reached myself.
I'm just not used to cars, you see, and struggled; besides, its not a
woman's job. Bending over I felt that little breeze and looking back over
my shoulder saw him walking over in my direction.
'I wonder if he caught a glimpse of my bottom,' I thought. 'Maybe,
no....' A little too far but I hope he liked the look of my legs. Those
dirty old men in New York certainly wet their pants over me...."
"Here, you do it like this," he said immediately taking control and
folding the roof down neatly. I noticed his strong arms and frame. He was
was young, maybe eighteen or twenty, and his complexion blond, his eyes
blue. "Would you mind giving me a lift? It's just a few miles up the
road?"
Well, my dear readers, you can imagine; I just couldn't believe my luck.
"Well, of course, I can," I purred.
I learnt his name was Edward. Here with his parents on holiday; an only
son. When I dropped him off that first time at his parents', I put my
hand firmly on his thigh and insisted we would see each other soon; 'like
tomorrow' I said. The next morning couldn't arrive any quicker and I had
already fantasized about every inch of him. I would be the Mrs Robinson
and this boy would be my man.
It turned out that he was every bit as anxious and had caught my every
signal. I pulled up a mile from the Five and Dime on the way to his
parent's house and parked the car down a track and out of sight.
He was all over me as soon as I pulled on the handbrake. He was so
suprisingly strong and I felt as though I could just melt into this young
man. His kisses were immature; strong and forceful, painfully impatient.
I had to slow him down and teach him how to French kiss slowly. When I
opened my eyes, he was staring into mine as though asking what he should
do next. I was ruffled when I dropped him off and looked quickly in the
mirror to adjust my hairband.
'Might he have realized,' I thought, 'that I'm not the woman he thinks I
am?' But he was even more anxious than the day before to meet me. Perhaps
that afternoon?
"Could you do some gardening for me? I'll pay you and it's not really
heavy work. It's just that I promised the owner you see..." I began
coquetishly. "I'll pick you up at three? Yes, the Five and Dime."
Sure enough, he was there waiting for me and we drove back to my place.
Upstairs, I pulled the bedroom curtains and lit a perfumed candle. The
most frivolous silk baby doll was hanging on the door, the bedsheets
turned just casually as though not intended. I had chosen a long kaftan
to wear with an Indian turquise belt. I wore my long hair back in a pony
tail and put on my silver hoop earings. 'It's the sort of thing Mrs
Robinson would wear,' I was thinking. I peeped out of the window and saw
him working with the garden spade turning over the weeded garden; poor
thing, I'd given him so much to do. But he'd been so pushy earlier in the
car. I wanted him to work up a sweat before getting into the reason why
he'd come. Perhaps now was just that time.
I opened the window and shouted down. "I've some home made lemonade in
the kitchen. Why don't you stop for a while and have a break. I'll join
you....."
Downstairs, I put my glass down and could almost feel him embarrasment as
to whether he should lead or wait. When I saw that sweat on his smooth
muscled chest and a delicoius bulge just where it should be, I decided it
should be me.
"I wonder if you could fix something upstairs for me?" I couldn't believe
how lame the question was but could almost feel his closeness as he
followed me up the stair.
I can't even remember walking into the bedroom before he was on top of
me. He was kissing again and I was melting. I thought I was to be in
charge but I was wrong. He took out a silk stocking and gagged me,
pinning me down, I thought he was about to rape me. I was trapped.
"I know your secret," he threatened. There was no hint of what he'd say
next as he spreadeagled me and tied my hand and feet to the bed. My
stomach was in knots and I thought I was going to pee or something worse,
here on the bed on all these clean sheets. Maybe this is where I'll be
found on Labor Day, tied to the bed some grissly crime scene. I tried to
cry out. He saw my fear.
Now he was on my chest, sitting back on his heels, lifting up my kaftan.
His member, right in front of me, was now bigger than I'd ever seen it.
It stood proud like a tree stretching from his groin across his stomach
and almost reaching to his chest. His body was almost hairless excpept
for that clump of forest at the base. He swung to one side and picked up
the neckline of my kaftan.
"Do you know what? I think I might find something under here?"
I saw him looking at my perky B cup breasts.
"Those won't fool me because I think there's more down here..."
His strong hand moved down to the hem of my kaftan then with one tug
lifted it up to expose my naked shave legs, thighs and little clitette.
Even with all this excitement, it hung flaccid and little, tucked into
it's little nest of heartshaped pubic I had fashioned with my razor.
He was just staring at it expressionless. I held my breath as he took out
a carving knife from under him. I hadn't seen him take it from the
kitchen. I wish I'd had some warning as I felt the cold steel against the
withered sack holding my tiny little stones.
"This is really sharp. Can you feel the edge yet?" he asked pushing the
knife into my skin without breaking it.
I was sweating and shivering with fear, convinced that he was now about
to clip me. Once and for all, I would lose that little thing which swung
around between my thighs.
Edward stopped and put the knife to one side.
"You thought I was going to castrate you didn't you?"
Still gagged, I was nodding with pleading eyes, begging for salvation.
"You're wrong. I want you to have it. You see I've known all along. As
soon as I saw you struggling with your ragtop I knew you were different.
Now I can do with you want I want."
His head moved down across my chest until I could only see the blond
curls on the back of his neck and then I felt him take my cock. The
little thing grew in his mouth until it back as hard as a little thin
stick. I could feel the suction in all it wet pleasure. 'How well he does
it,' I was thinking, 'it seems as though this boy has had much more
practice than I'd presumed.' When my little release filled his mouth, he
gulped it down greedily and started to untie my legs and arms.
Now I remembered that tall tree of his and with my legs free, I lifted
them up and put them over his broad shoulders. My free hands searched
for his rod and grabbed it, guiding its length towards my love hole now
stretched wide open, gaping wide, the muscles fidgeting nervously in
anticipation of the stretch to come. But his rigid young rod was thin and
it shot in so deep and so quickly that I felt if hit my very inside.
Still gagged, I screamed as my hands now clasped onto the downy fur of
his round ass and my nails dug so deep they broke his skin, painting red
marks across his freckled butt. Then I felt his warm gush as though I'd
tapped a geyser and his sticky fluid rushed back, first filling my hole
then pouring the excess down his rod and across my legs. His body dropped
on top of mine with such a heaviness it took me ages to free my arms and
take off my gag.
Such was his youth that not five minutes had passed before his dirty
penis was growing again in my mouth and then it was my turn to squat on
top of him. I took his newly extended rod in my love hole at my own
speed. I did this bouncing on him for hours while my inside muscles took
the strain and my little flaccid thing just flapping against his tummy. I
could see Edward loved my breasts and was staring at them as they jiggled
in front of him. I leant forwards so one nipple was almost with his reach
then feeling his member get deeper, bent forward so he could take my
nipple in his mouth. I felt the flood gates open once more and his body
shudder. He cruelly bit my nipple and as he did my little stick
ejaculated like a fountain across his shoulders and face. My body dropped
to his and so too did my lips. As I kissed him I could taste my salty
cum.
***
Well readers, I did say earlier that I had struck lucky but sadly it
wasn't to last. Young Edward had to leave; Back to Boston with his
parents' house and no doubt to dubious bars where Edward could search out
his 'particular types'.
I was left to mope around the house and I did for days. Who wouldn't?
After all, Edward had been that dream which only happens once every blue
moon. I'd had to go to the doctor's too. My 'private areas' had been
'molested' as I tried to explain to him as best I could. I swear it was
the first time this country doctor had ever clapped eyes on a fair
creature such as I. I made a good impression for he prescribed some
really heavy new hormones. They shrinked my stick even further and grew
me up top so I had to really push my breasts into Jessica's bra cups.
Looking in the mirror, they seemed so large now that they positively
bloomed for all to see. I chose to emphasize my size and began to wear
more flowery dresses like an English farm girl. My lipstick was now
almost always bright red and I started to use powder.
I thought Mr Hugh Roberts sort of cute. After Edward, weeks went by with
no sex at all; 'nada', my dear readers. So when I started fantasizing
about this old Buic salesman in town, you'd think I was mad or I was
getting desperate.
First of all he was over weight and wore his old suits like old sacks.
His ties were of the brassy wide kipper ties from some other era. The
ties always had stains, either beer or grease it was hard to tell. Oh of
course, I've forgotten to tell you. Last but not least he was mostly
bald; the strands that he had did have carefully swept over his bald
patch and held there with Brylcreem.
One day, he filled my car with gas and began to show me round the lot,
explaining which car was best and for what reason.
"This TBird is the car you should have next," he said opening the door
like a gentleman but then breathing on my neck and smelling my Dior. "A
lovely woman like you would set the scene in this."
"Now, Mr Roberts, behave yourself," I said teasingly, pouting my lips as
though I might one day leave a lipstick ring somewhere naughty.
He took hold my waist. I could tell that his hand felt corset not flesh
and I thought he was going to pinch my bottom. He didn't but guided me
into the passenger seat as he walked round and got in beside me for his
standard sales pitch.
I thought his eyes doleful and his face fat. His upper lip had a thin
pencil-line moustache. His slack jaw dropped as he spoke so it seemed
that his head disappeared into his thick neck. Apart from his Brylcreemed
hair already described, others popped out from unexpected places; his
ears, nostrils and even above the knot of his floral ties.
I got into the habit of stopping by just to chat or sometimes he'd offer
coffee. He had an apartment with a kitchenette over the garage and one
day I went up looking for sugar. It was sparcely furnished and the
kitchen table had a plastic coating like the ones people use normally for
shelves. He'd left his breakfast plates; grease from bacon and eggs
probably and an opened Wonderloaf by the kitchen sink. Maybe it was this
awful scene or the way he was obviously googling at my tits that I left
that day revolted by my fantasies of having sex with him.
Of course it didn't stop me and the next day I was in the showroom again
pretending to look at his new shipment of cars. Hugh, for now we were on
first names, offerred to 'take me for a spin'. I was tarty that's for
sure and I'll admit that I leant forward so he could almost smell the
Dior on my breasts. Today they were almost flopping out of Jessica's
tight bodice. They were also creating what seemed to be a tent in Hugh's
vast baggy trousers. He took off his jacket and laid it on the back seat.
As he did there was a waft of Old Spice and old sweat from whatever pale
flesh quivered under that big loose shirt of his. He was wearing brightly
colored braces which clashed with today's selected tie.
As he tuned the car onto a smaller rode, he did something quite revolting
and unexpected. Unzipping himself while still driving, he pulled out the
biggest piece of sausage I've ever seen. I looked down at it as he pulled
back the forskin to show a large pale muscled head. The forest from where
this thing had sprouted was carrot red and seemed to have no end until it
reached to those sprouts above his floral tie.
My groins ached and as though I could do nothing else, my head dropped
towards his big piece of meat. A second later and my nostrills were
buried deep in his pubic hair, my eyes staring at his yellowed, urine
stained underwear. His smell overwhelmed me but my tongue pushed further
between the flaccid foreskin and it's hard head tasting every inch of its
pale days-old coating. I closed my eyes. I bobbed my head as his shaft
grew larger. This was no boy-dick like Edwards, this was fat and thick.
'Oh my,' I wondered, 'would I ever be able to stretch my little anus to
take such a fat thing? He'd split me apart, I'm sure.'
He came far too quickly and it sprayed over Jessica's dress. When he
drove back to the forecourt there was someone waiting and I rushed out
back into my car and drove home. Thank goodness he had no idea where I
lived. It was a secret and it would remain so. As soon as I was home I
took a bath and washed his semen out of my hair. I swore like South
Pacific that I would wash him 'right outta my hair'.
The next morning I was standing in the forecourt with a small suitcase.
Groins still aching desperately I had phoned him as asked if I could stay
with him, making some excuse that I had lost some hotel reservation and
had nowhere to stay. I could almost see him slobbering on the phone when
I heard I could stay and that he'd love to 'see those bouncy peaches
running around his apartment'. I thought again of his threadbare living
quarters and imagined ironing his shirts and trying to make the place
more feminine. In the suitcase I'd packed some frilly window drapes for
his bathroom and a clean shower curtain.
It was the first night. He had been drinking Coors beer all night. I
couldn't imagine how much and he was a bit drunk. The rusty springs of
his bed made such a noise that I thought it might disguise the sound of
his grunting and panting. All his bedclothes smelled of mildew and I
looked across his back at all the hairs sprouting like cabbages on his
shoulders. I guided his member into my anus while his rough beard scraped
my face sore as his wet slathering doused my face and makeup. Just like
Edward, he found out. At first, when his fat thick hairy paws groped
towards what he hoped was my slit, I guided them away to my tits. But
then he insisted and I was powerless as he found my little stick. Howling
in anger, he got up out out bed and slapped me across the face. I tasted
blood. Grabbing my hair, he then dragged me across the room on the floor
and then sat on me.
Literally pushing his bum into my face, he yelled, "Is this what you want
to fuck you little whore? Come on now, do it with something else. I said
do it!'
I was terrified. At first, I had now idea what he meant then I
reluctantly pushed my tongue in further and started slowly to nibble his
hole. He was groaning with pleasure.
"Do it more otherwise they'll be hell to pay for. Go on let me feel that
tongue of yours right inside.'
I did what he said and though I was revolting myself in degredation,
started to flick my tongue as deep as I could possibly penetrate. The
hairs around his hole were matted and I then realised what I was eating.I
opened my eyes and that huge meat of his hung flaccid, it's forskin
hanging loose. I then thought I saw it move and then it happened.
I felt the warm fountain of urine drench my body and thought it would
then stop. But that huge beer belly of his held a resevoir and before
long he had hold of my hair again and shoved his penis, still spouting,
into my mouth. I gagged and it spurted down over my breasts.
When he saw my breasts he pulled me up against him and started sucking on
them like a baby. His dick grew fat and huge again and I felt it pressing
hard against my little stick. He then roughly turned me around and
carried be to an old archchair and threw me over so my hole was again
pointing up in the air and ravaged me.
I woke early the next morning and packed my suitcase. I showered and
dressed. This was disgusting, I'd had enough and would leave.
I walked over to Hugh. He was laid on his back and was snoring loudly.
Just like in the car my head dropped as though involuntary and I placed
my lips on his. I felt his moustache and opened my eyes to see his. We
had made up.
"Do you want me to?" I asked gently.
Hugh just nodded and his double chin bounced twice in recognition. I felt
that wonderful sausage of his grow again in my mouth and this time it
didn't spurt intil it was deep inside me once more.
After showering once more, I explained that I would be leaving. My
groins were still aching. My little rental house was still there, waiting
for my next adventure.
To be continued......
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