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“I went to the allotment today, dear,” Sarah revealed as her husband sat at the small dinner table.
Sarah sat opposite and started to eat her dinner with her husband Allen.
“Have the rabbits got to the vegetables yet?”
“No not yet the small fence you put up has kept them at bay for the time being. They’ve devastated several other plots thought,” Sarah went on as she ate, “I had a go at weeding that plot we’re resting when Derrick made some very suggestive remarks to me.”
“What did he say?” Allen asked curiously. He’d seen Derrick eyeing up Sarah on several occasions while they worked the allotment.
“Well, he’s been chatting me up for the past six weeks or more. Today, though he came on really strong and invited me into his shed where he wants to show me his special tool!”
Allen chuckled. “You sure he’s not just playing around with you, I mean ‘special tool’ it’s a bit corny.”
Sarah smiled too, “Yeah I know. It’s just that he came on really strong and wouldn’t let it rest. He just kept coming back over to me on any pretext and asked over and over again.”
“If he’s pestering you I’ll speak to him if you want?”
“No, I don’t want to make a scene.”
Allen continued to eat his meal and pondered on what his wife had said. For some time, Allen had harboured the fantasy of his wife going with another man, which he’d shared with Sarah. He’d never thought it might be an older man that could achieve his dream. Derrick was an old codger who worked his plot to give himself something to do in his retirement. When Allen and Sarah got the plot next to Derrick’s the old boy must have thought his luck had changed with a young good-looking woman next door.
“What are you going to do the next time he approaches you?” Dick asked as he finished his meal.
“Don’t know, laugh it off like I’ve done up till now,” Sarah said also finishing her meal, “It’s obvious what sort of tool he wants to show me.”
“Is it?” Allen asked with wry smile.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, he’s got an above average cock.”
Sarah looked shocked, “How on earth do you know that?”
“The other week I noticed Derrick was taking a piss beside his hut and saw it. It definitely was above average.”
“And that’s where it’s going to stay - in his trousers. I’m thirty-one years old; he must be going on seventy.”
“So?”
“Look I know we’ve discussed this scenario with another man but I was expecting to be doing it with someone closer to our ages, not someone old enough to be my Granddad.”
“Okay, as I’ve said we won’t do anything until you’re comfortable with it and not before.”
“I’m flattered that he finds me attractive enough to flirt with me but that’s as far as it’s going to go.”
Eight weeks later Allen came home from work early for a change and parked his car behind Sarah’s car. On entering the house, he found Sarah sitting at the kitchen table drinking a coffee.
“Hi sweetie how’ve you been?” he asked as he put his case down and removed his jacket, “You been to the allotment today?”
“I’m fine, it’s been a lovely day,” she replied, got up and made Allen a coffee, “I went to the allotment this morning.”
“I’ll get changed and we can go back and do some more, what do you say?”
“Yes, if you want, Derrick’s back!”
“Is he now?”
“Huh huh,” Sarah placed Allen’s coffee on the table and sat.
“I asked him where he’d been, he said he’d been in hospital for an operation on his back and he’s okay now.”
“Blimey is he ok to work on his allotment?” Allen asked concerned.
“Apparently, but he was more interested in knowing if I’d made up my mind to see his special tool.”
“I see, what did you say?”
“Nothing really, I just said don’t be silly and laughed it off telling him that I have my own special tool.”
“That was nice what did he say to that?”
“Nothing, all the time I was there though he wouldn’t leave me alone. He was becoming very persistent so I came home.”
“Look, I don’t mind having a few words with him if he’s becoming a pest,” Allen suggested seriously.
“No, it’ll be okay I’m sure he’ll get the message one day.”
“Hmm, maybe you should call his bluff?”
“What go along with his suggestion?” She was clearly shocked at her husband’s remark.
“I wouldn’t be surprised to learn if you agreed to see his special tool he’d run the other way. Men are sometimes like that all mouth and no back bone.”
“But what if he doesn’t – it’s a bit of a risk isn’t it?”
“Maybe, if it starts to get out of hand then just walk away.”
“That could be easier said than done,” Sarah said concerned.
“Look it’s probably a load of banter or flirtation so don’t worry too much about it.”
Sarah wasn’t so sure; she gave her husband a weak smile and finished her coffee.
The day had been warm and Sarah was wearing shorts and a loose-fitting top with no bra. She didn’t have to wear a bra, as her tits were small and very firm.
As they arrived at the allotment, Allen noticed Derrick was putting his tools away and preparing to go home. As soon as he spotted Sarah he came out of his little shed with a spade in his hand.
As they passed the old man to get to their plot the lecher didn’t take his eyes off Sarah. Allen could see his eyes moving from her tits to her crotch and back again as he couldn’t decide what to look at first her jiggling tits or the tightness of her shorts.
“How you doing, Derrick you better now?” Allen asked as he came up to him.
“Yeah, quite good really,” Derrick replied.
“I expect the rest you got in Hospital made a lot of difference?”
“Did me the world of good, Allen I’m raring to go now, girding up me loins as they say.”
Allen laughed, “So you’re raring to go are you; real horny like?”
“Sure am, Allen I’m hornier now than I’ve ever been.”
“You need to find yourself a woman to satisfy that horniness?”
Derrick gave wry smile, “Well I’m working on that at the moment,” he said as he unashamedly looked at Sarah.
Allen watched him and realised that he really was after his wife. He could see the lust in his eyes as he watched Sarah’s arse while she bent over putting some tools on the ground.
“Well I suppose I’d better get on,” Allen said bringing Derrick’s mind back to reality.
“You’ve got a fine woman there, Allen.”
“Thanks, Derrick I think she’s a real stunner.”
“That’s for sure,” Derrick agreed still watching Sarah.
“So, who’s this woman you’re working on then?” Derrick asked.
“Oh, she’s a stunner as well, but she’s so far refused to play.”
“Why’s that then Derrick; a strapping mature man like yourself shouldn’t have difficulties in getting a good woman.”
Yeah right,” he replied flippantly, “Woman of my age are only after someone to sit and watch TV with and reminisce. The young ones only want you for your money and the ones in-between don’t even look at you; they’re either too busy looking after the kids or are so neurotic about keeping up with the fashion that they don’t even have the inclination to even look at an old codger like me.”
“There’s plenty of fish out there, Derrick you just haven’t found it yet.”
“Hmm,” he replied as he looked at Allen then back at Sarah. She was still sorting out the tools we’d bought with us.
“Well I’ve got work to do, see you later.”
Derrick grunted.
Allen joined Sarah and they set about the tasks in hand. Allen kept his eye on Derrick as time ticked away and he was doing very little with the spade in his hand. He could see the old man was openly staring at Sarah and when she bent that bit further to pull out a stubborn weed, her top fell forward revealing a lot of tit. Derrick’s eyes would nearly pop out of his head.
Allen then glanced over at Derrick’s tomatoes and called to him, “Hey Derrick, your tom’s look a bit droopy don’t they need a drink?”
The old man looked at his plants and called back, “You’re right, Allen I’d better go down to the standpipe and get some water.”
Without further ado, he picked up two watering cans and headed for the standpipe at the southern end of the allotment.
“Sarah how about I leave you alone to see what happens?” Allen suggested.
“I don’t know, Allen I’m not sure I want to do it.”
Allen ignored her hesitancy, “How about I leave, drive up the road a bit and then walk back and come in from the other entrance Derrick won’t see me I’ll be shielded by the huts over there. I’ll be able to sneak back and keep an eye on things.”
“Honestly, I don’t know, Allen. I wasn’t expecting it to happen like this.”
“Come on we have to be quick he’ll be back soon!”
Sarah looked at her husband anxiety written all over her face. Allen kept looking down the allotment for Derrick and then back at Sarah. They were silent as he allowed his wife a few moments to think it over.
“He’s coming,” said Allen looking at his wife.
Sarah just nodded her head and went back to weeding.
Derrick was back and watering his Tomatoes. After allowing a couple of minutes to pass Allen spoke in a voice loud enough for Derrick to hear, “I’ve got to pop home, sweetheart forgot a couple of things.”
Allen leaves the plot and walks hastily to the car. He saw the old man watch him drive away, he drove out of sight and parked up. He doubled back on foot and entered the allotment where he said he would. The sheds on this side of the allotment hid him from Derrick’s view. He was now just seconds away from watching Sarah take up Derrick’s offer of seeing his ‘special tool’.
He was about to move closer to Derrick’s hut when a voice called to him, “Hello there, Allen how are you?”
Allen spun round thinking he’d been discovered. Instead, he found fellow gardener, Jack Chapman whom he hadn’t seen for over a week.
“Hi, Jack.”
“Where you been lately young man?”
“Nowhere just work and that.”
“You know that Birch Sap wine I was brewing?” Jack whispered as if it were a state secret.
“Yeah,” Allen replied wanting to move on to Derrick’s hut.
“Well it’s ready for tasting, thought you’d like to be the first.” He offered with a sly smile.
“Couldn’t it wait... ?”
“Come on, come in to me shed, lad I’ve got a couple of glasses already for us.”
“But...”
“No buts, now lad let’s get drinking.”
Allen reluctantly followed Jack into his shed. Jack had always been a good friend to Allen so he thought he’d just try his wine and then get the hell out of there. Jack, at eighty-four can be extremely persuasive and knowledgeable and yet after ten minutes or so can be completely boring his only topic of conversation being home brewing and carrots.
Jack passed the glass of wine to Allen, “This is me Birch Sap wine; it’ll warm the cockles of your heart, Allen,” he said with a huge grin.
Allen had tasted Jack’s wine in the past and had to show he liked it when it was total crap. On this occasion, the liquor went down just as Jack said it would with a mild explosion of warmth when it hit bottom.
“Hey, Jack now that’s not bad. Hmm that was nice do you mind if I just pop over and see Sarah to let her know where I am.”
“Sure, lad you go ahead I’ll have another glass ready for y’ when you get back.”
“That’ll be good, Jack why don’t you save me a couple of bottles and I’ll take them home with me.”
“You mean that, son you’re not just saying that are y’?”
“No, no course not, Jack you bring me a couple of bottles and I’ll pick them up tomorrow night.”
“Alright then tomorrow night,” Jack agreed happily
“Well I’ve got to see Sarah I’m already late.” Allen went to leave the old man’s hut.
“Allen me lad... ?” Jack’s voice was soft and wanting.
Allen turned, “What’s up old man?”
“Thanks lad, thanks for giving me the time of day. Your dad would be proud of y’.”
Allen smiled and quickly left the shed. In double quick time, he rushed back to his car and drove it back to the allotment. Rushing down the narrow grass path, he headed towards Derrick’s hut. He couldn’t see either of them. As he got closer to the shed the door opened and Sarah emerged looking flushed indeed.
Derrick stepped out and saw Allen coming towards him, he quickly stepped back in, but not before Allen noticed he was still doing up his trousers. Anticipation ran through him as he wondered what they had been doing. Derrick called after Sarah, “If you want me to show you anything else, Sarah then don’t hesitate to ask.”
Allen returned to his digging while Sarah was once again weeding unable to look up at her husband.
Derrick in double quick time put his tools away. Allen watched him as he looked over at them. He saw the lust in his eyes and a smug smile of satisfaction on his face.
Allen looked down at his wife and asked, “What happened?”
Sarah’s reply was brief and uttered in a shaky fearful voice, “He had me!”
Allen looked up to find Derrick had gone. His emotions were full of confusion as he tried to work the ground with the knowledge that the owner of the plot next to theirs, a sixty-seven-year-old man, had fucked his thirty-one-year-old wife just a few minutes ago. His cock was semi-erect and his heart was beating hard not from rage or jealousy but from lust, knowing that his fantasy had just been realised.
Once he was sure, Derrick had gone they too packed up their things and went home. The drive to their place was done in silence neither one of them knew of what to say.
Once home and sitting at the kitchen table, Sarah had made them a glass of lemonade each, “I want you to tell me what happened?” Allen asked.
“Can I take a shower first?” She asked knowing Derrick’s spunk had soaked into her panties. She felt dirty, used, and desperately wanted to shower. Even though Allen wanted her to have sex with another man it didn’t make it any easier on her feelings of betraying his trust and more importantly the fear of losing his love, as she still loved him dearly.
“No I want to know what happened in that shed.”
“Didn’t you see anything?” she asked concerned.
“No, I did as we planned...”
“As you planned,” she cut in sarcastically.
“I parked the car in Beaufort Road and came back to the allotments. However, as I came passed the shed old Jack Chapman stopped me and he got me to try some of his homemade wine. By the time I got out of there, I thought it best to return to the car and make it look as though I’d just returned. I could tell something had happened by the way you walked out of his shed and the flushed look on your face.”
“So, you weren’t there for me,” Sarah gasped.
“Was I needed?”
Sarah looked at her husband and realised that after all that had happened he never got to watch.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?”
Sarah pondered on the implications of what happened and she realised she still loved him and always will. He’s her man.
“Okay, once you had driven off he was pestering me...
“ ... You decided on seeing my special tool, Sarah?” Derrick quietly called over to her.
“I don’t think so, Derrick. You shouldn’t keep asking me – it’s not right. I’m a married woman and have my own special tool.”
“Come on, Sarah I want to show it to you.”
Sarah stood up, “And if I do will you behave?”
“Um, yea sure,” he replied with a shocked looked that Sarah had agreed.
Sarah looked about the allotment and then said, “Okay, let’s go and see your ‘special tool’.”
Sarah went to Derrick’s shed with him following. Her heart beat hard in her chest. She’d noticed Derrick’s surprised look when she agreed to this, maybe Allen was right after all.
Sarah entered the shed to find it a mass of clutter. A small bench stood under the window that was so grubby you could hardly see out of it. She wondered how Allen was going to see anything. The bench was also a mass of clutter.
Derrick turned to face Sarah with his flies open and his cock out fully erected, “What about this for a special tool,” he grinned revealing yellow teeth that a dentist hadn’t seen for years.
Sarah just stared at it, mostly in disbelief. It was definitely three inches longer than her husband is.
Derrick reached over, closed and fastened the door. He then took Sarah’s hand and pressed it against his rock-hard cock. Her fingers automatically curled round his stiffness and she found herself playing with it. At the same time, she was aware of Derrick undoing her shorts.
“Do like the feel of my special tool, Sarah?” Derrick asked his voice full of lust.
Sarah felt her Denim shorts fall down her legs revealing her scantily black panties to the old man who was now plunging her hand straight down the front of them, “Open up for Granddad, Sarah,” he urged.
In a whirl of excitement, Sarah opened her legs and her reward was the pleasant movements of his fingers rubbing her sex. The feelings coming from between her legs were growing fast and she gasped at the intensity of it.
“Take y’ top off, Sarah,” he ordered.
Again, without a second thought she obeyed the old man and lifted off her top exposing her tits the old man’s gaze.
Derrick gasped, “ ... y’ have lovely tits, lass better than I thought that’d be,” he said drooling and started mauling them, squeezing her young flesh and pinching the nipples. He then leaned forward and started sucking on each in turn.
The thirty-one years old housewife gasped at the pleasure this old man was giving her.
While she pulled on his cock, Derrick released a nipple from his mouth with loud smacking sound, “Hasn’t y’ old man got a special tool like mine?”
“Yes,” she gasped from the sensation from her tit, “But it’s not as big as yours,” Sarah replied without thinking.
Derrick chuckled.
Sarah regretted her rash words as some sort of betrayal of Allen.
“My cock can reach places hubby’s never been,” he said taking a nipple back into his mouth nibbled on it.
Again, Sarah gasped with a gentle moan escaping from her lips.
His hand was still in her panties working on her clit, “I’ve dying to get in y’ knickers for weeks!”
A grunt escaped Sarah’s lips as her excitement grew; she knew that if he kept this assault on her clit she would come off on his finger. She found herself pushing down on his hand as her orgasm grew.
Derrick leaned forward and sucked on Sarah’s neck, squashing her tits with his chest, “I’ve dreamt of this day for months and I’m now going to fuck you Sarah and spunk you deep.”
Sarah suddenly thought of Allen. Her conscience brought thoughts of betrayal and divorce and if Allen, the instigator of it all was watching. Her lust very quickly quashed these thoughts. Her husband wanted her to do it from the start. Now, here she was standing in a garden shed with another man, a man old enough to be her grandfather with his hand in her panties pleasuring her minge while she pulled on his cock. Her lust was driving on caused by the movements of his fingers in-between her sex lips. She was forcing her cunt down onto his hand and she was panting from the pleasure of it.
“Are you ready, Sarah? You ready to be fucked?”
In a rash moment of extreme sexual excitement, her orgasm on the verge of completion Sarah groans, “Then do it – I’m ready!”
She really was on heat with his gorgeous fingers in her panties and the excitement of being practically naked in Derik’s shed made her mad with lust; a feeling she’d not had since her college days.
Derrick spun her round to face the grubby window, “Brace yourself lass – against the bench,” he ordered.
Sarah complied while he dropped his trousers and moved up close behind her. She felt his knees slide down between her legs as he stooped; his fingers pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and she felt him sliding up into her cunt.
“Oh, Christ he’s in me!” she thought as Derrick straightened his body driving his cock deeper inside of her.
“God, he’s right up me!” She thought, “So deep!” She’d never had a cock penetrated so high up inside her before and she braced herself as he began to fuck her cunt.
Derrick’s hands came and grabbed her dangling tits and pulled back on them using them for leverage, he licked the back of her neck making shivers ripple down her back. Sarah was in heaven.
She gasped – cried out, “Oh God!” Her body convulsed in orgasm her climax swarming over her body.
“That’s it lass come on my cock, you love it, don’t you?” Derrick spoke panting in her ear as he continued to back away at her hairy minge.
“You like it up you don’t you, Sarah?” Derrick gasped in his own lust. He could feel her cunt muscles throb on his cock. The wait was worth it, he thought. This woman’s minge is so slick; I’m going to have fun with this one.
As he lunged into her, Sarah felt herself pushing back onto his cock.
“Did you like coming on my cock, Sarah?”
“Huh, huh,” she whispered sheepishly. She could feel another orgasm growing, nurturing within her cunt.
“Good girl, now I’m going to spunk you, Sarah,” Derrick grunted and leaned back slightly forcing the rest of his cock up into her cunt.
The thirty-one-year-old wife cried out, “Ah!” She felt her cervix give and the old man’s cock slip right into her womb, “Ah!” His right up me, in my womb, she thought. The very thought of being penetrated so deeply brought on another orgasm. Her body went rigid as the orgasm exploded in her minge; then convulsed in time with the intense pleasure throbbing in her cunt.
Derrick made short sharp thrusts into her body, his cock so deep into her womb that Sarah could hardly believe. Then he seemed to heave once pull back a fraction then heaves again. Again, she felt her womb stretch to accommodate him – then she felt his cock expand then throb.
A guttural cry exploded from her throat as she felt the old man’s cock spurt its first shot of hot sperm into her womb, “Ah, oh yes I can feel you!” Sarah pushed back against him; she felt his hands on her hips pulling her back onto his cock while it was pulsating, gushing spunk into her cervix.
Sarah slumped forward onto the bench, she felt him soften. She was breathing as though she’d run the marathon.
His cock slipped from her cunt and she stood up and turned to face her lover.
Derrick picked up her shorts and handed them to her, “You’d better get decent before hubby gets back, we don’t want him to suspect anything, do we?”
She was in a daze. Nevertheless, managed to smile at him and then pull her panties back into place over her swollen labia. She took her shorts, stepped into them, and made herself look respectable.
Without saying a word, she moved to the door unlocked it then opened it, “Can we do it again, girly?” Derrick asked as he put his cock away the same cock that had just been in her womb.
Still in a sexual haze, she looked sheepishly over her shoulder. Sarah could still feel her cunt pulsating from the shag she’d just received.
“I’ll think about it,” She replied, “I’ll let you know tomorrow.” It was all she could think of to say as she felt her panties fill with the old man’s spunk.
“Okay, can y’ tell me though, did I ... did I spunk you good or what?”
Sarah suddenly thought of her husband. Had he heard her crying out in orgasmic bliss while this sixty-eight-year-old man had taken her, fucked her deeper than she’d ever been. Moreover, leaking from her cunt was his sperm where she could still sense the old man’s throbbing cock up in side of her. The feeling was exquisite.
Sarah looked at the half open door, “Yes, you spunked me good,” she replied and walked out of the shed to see her husband walking along the path towards her.
Sarah looked at her husband from across the table, “That’s what happened.”
“You sound as though you enjoyed it,” Allen said with a genuine smile.
“I never thought it would be like it was,” Sarah revealed, “it’s ironic really.”
“How so?”
“The fact that an old man thirty years my senior had taken me and given me so much pleasure.”
“You enjoyed it them?” Allen asked again.
With a wry smile, Sarah replied, “Yes.”
“And are you going to allow him to do you again?”
Sarah hesitated. Her panties felt soaked through from the old man’s spunk she could feel it against her sex and thighs. “I don’t know I don’t want to hurt you, Allen. Derrick did ask me if he could see me again but I said I’d let him know.”
“Sarah I’m so turned on, look,” Allen pulled his cock out and Sarah saw the small cock with its red engorged knob, “I really do need some release.”
“Darling I’m so sorry.” She said as she got up and went to him dropping to her knees.
“No, sweetie ride me, put it in,” he gasped.
She gave him a strange look, “Are you sure you want to do that, I mean, I haven’t washed myself.”
“Sarah, please do it.”
The thirty-one-year-old housewife drops her shorts, panties, and stepped out of them. Allen saw the wetness around his wife’s thighs. Her pubic hair matted with another man’s spunk. Looking down as his wife straddles his lap he sees sperm dangling from her cunt and then his cock was sliding into her body. With a groan, he feels his wife’s slick cunt glide over his cock as she starts to ride him.
“Do you know what turns me on so much?” he said looking up at her.
“No what?” Sarah asks as she too felt the slickness of her cunt and the way his cock glides in and out of her quim. Sarah knew she’d been royally fucked not an hour ago, and now she’s fucking her husband with the old man’s spunk still in her minge was heightening her pleasure to the point where she was near to orgasm.
“That I’m fucking my wife with another man’s spunk up her,” Allen gasped his own pending orgasm about to explode.
Sarah couldn’t believe it; fucked by an old man who made her come on his cock then to come home and fuck her husband with the old man’s spunk still in her cunt. Her body convulsed throwing her head back she cried out, “God, I’m coming!”
With a growl of extreme pleasure Allen shoved his cock up into his wife and shot a deluge of spunk into her cunt.
Sarah shook and gasped as her climax washed over her body, falling forward and leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder. After a few minutes and her breathing had regained some sort of normality she asked tentatively, “You don’t mind if I let Derrick have me again?”
Allen lifts her upright and looked into her eyes, “No I don’t mind but there will be rules.”
Sarah kissed him, “I love you, Allen.”
“I love you to, Sarah.”
For the rest of that night and into the early hours of the morning they continued to make love, until finally, exhausted they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
After a time, Allen woke. His mind was in turmoil, he just couldn’t believe he allowed his wife to let another man have her. Now he must face the possible consequences – would she now drop her knickers for any man that comes along. Would she fall in love with someone who could pleasure her better than him?
He just couldn’t believe it.
“What have I done?” He whispered into the darkness.
He thought hard and long over most of the issues that rattled through his head. His mind reeled again at the prospect of losing her, that was never his intention all he wanted to do was to see her being taken, watch her come on another man’s cock. Now everything could backfire on him by putting everything he treasured and loved the most on the line just for lust.
“No, no she wouldn’t, would she?” he thought, throughout last night she’d repeatedly told him that she loved him and would never leave him. Sarah had always believed strongly in the promises made in the wedding vows but now they are broken, forever.
For several hours, he lay with Sarah gently sleeping beside him, his thoughts swinging around in circles never forming a conclusion of what he should do. Earlier he’d indicated to Sarah about some rules he wanted to introduce, but he knew if he did it would be impossible to enforce and would require Sarah to keep to the rules. Yet they had both broken the cardinal rule of marriage so why would more rules make it better. These and more daunting ideas sapped his already exhausted mind and eventually he fell asleep.
He awoke to find Sarah already up. He looked towards the window and saw the English weather had put paid to any work outside the house and more importantly any work at the allotment.
After visiting the bathroom, he dressed and found Sarah in the kitchen placing a fried egg on some toast, “Here you go sleepy head tuck into this,” she said with a large smile and handed him the plate.
With her remark, he looked up at the kitchen clock and saw the time, “Christ is that the time a quarter past ten, I really didn’t mean to sleep in that long.”
He sat at the table and took a sip of his coffee that was already prepared and then tucked into his meal.
Sarah sat opposite him, “So what have you got planned for today?”
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Incest Porn SitesThanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...
When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...
“Well, hell,” Thea said as she wiped the beads of perspiration from her face. “I guess ‘spring’ is here, huh?” “Yeah. It’s supposed to be cooler at higher elevation,” I replied. We took a few minutes in the shade by the rocks before rejoining our boyfriends. The four of us had driven up into the pass to hike. According to the weather report, the last coolness of a fading winter was supposed to continue through mid-week, but they were wrong. Actually, from our view from Eagle Point, where we’d...
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The Fappening‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...
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Fetish Porn SitesAbsinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...
After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...
Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...
kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestThelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...
Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...
Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...
Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
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He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...
There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...
Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...
“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....
Once a upon a time, a long long time ago yesterday in fact. Today I began my plan to catch the elusive one. The one who rescues clothespins from clotheslines. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my...