Bridgeford Tales, Part 2
By Alex Barton
[Author’s note: this story includes explicit descriptions of incest, lesbian and anal sex. It also includes reference to unsafe sex practices such as ass-to-mouth, rimming and felching. If you find this offensive please do not read it. All characters are aged 18 or over.]
Prologue
There are villages within fifty miles of London where pretty cottages with roses in the front garden, backing on to orchards and paddocks that slope down to lazily meandering rivers, have been a feature of the English countryside for hundreds of years.
Now, though, where once generations of families were born, married and lived in these villages all their lives, the cottages are being bought by wealthy people who want to own a second home in the country, or for wives whose husbands stay in the city from Monday to Friday and only return home at the weekend.
Naturally the ‘incomers’ think they have an enlightened attitude toward sexual promiscuity unknown to the insular rural communities on which they have grafted themselves. In fact village folk have been fucking their sons and daughters and each other’s husbands and wives for as long as they have lived in pretty cottages with roses in the front garden…
Pepper Owns Up
“Pepper? Have you ever wondered why there seem to be a lot of cars driving through the village as soon as it starts to get dark? Where are they all going…?”
Cinnamon Frampton, the newly married wife of Bridgeford’s veterinarian Nigel Frampton, poured herself another cup of coffee and then sat back down at the kitchen table where her sister, Pepper Winston, was cutting herself a second slice of the very rich chocolate fudge cake Cinnamon had brought back from London after attending a meeting with her boss to discuss her career.
“Hey, go easy!” Cinnamon said, slightly shocked at the way her sister had wolfed down her first slice and was now tearing into a second. “You’re going to have go jogging for a week just to burn off a single piece of that.”
It was eleven in the morning and Pepper was still in her pajamas. Her jacket was open and her bare breasts jiggled and bounced as she helped herself to cake, barely chewing before cutting off another piece with her fork.
“Sis…? Are your boobs getting bigger…?” Cinnamon asked, a little more shocked.
For many years she had been envious of her sister’s 34DD breasts which spread across the width of Pepper’s chest, her pink areolae at least three inches across, the tips standing out like little pencil erasers. Either Pepper had been playing with them a lot which Cinnamon knew she liked to do when she masturbated, sucking and biting her own nipples to heighten her arousal, or the craving for cake and Pepper’s massive boobs had another, simpler explanation…
“Pepper,” Cinnamon said quietly. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
Cinnamon’s slight shock at Pepper’s greed became full-blown concern as tears began to roll down her sister’s face, wracking sobs shaking Pepper’s body as she started crying, chewing, swallowing the cake filling her mouth and struggling to breathe all at the same time.
Ian Really Did Intend to be Faithful…
Ian Winston opened the door of his office. His secretary/receptionist Carol Upshaw was sitting at her desk, finishing a call.
“Certainly, Mr. Griffiths. Ian will see you on Friday at 2pm. As you’re a new client I’ll be sure to buy chocolate biscuits to go with the coffee.” Carol laughed and put the phone down.
“Trevor Griffiths?”
“Yes,” said Carol, obviously pleased with herself. “His business has a three million a year turnover. He said he’s been looking for a new accountant for six months.”
“Good girl,” Ian said, smiling at her. “How did you find out about him?”
“Jamie has been doing some design work for him. Trevor said he would have to pay him off the books because his accounts were in a mess.” Jamie was Carol’s husband who worked as a freelance web and print designer.
“Excellent. And did he connect what he’d told Jamie with your prospection call?”
“Oh yes,” Carol said. “Right away. But I turned on the charm and said we would be happy to help him sort out his accounts and suggest ways he could reclaim tax from the Revenue. That pleased him so much he wouldn’t have cared if his business affairs had been front page news in the ‘Gazette’.”
“Well, thank Jamie for me for giving you the heads-up. Clever man, your husband.”
“And what thanks do I get?” Carol said, grinning at him.
“Come into my office.”
Carol stood up and followed her boss who walked round behind his desk. She looked down and saw a tiny silver chain, about eighteen inches long, with two tiny crocodile clips at either end. She put her notepad down on Ian’s desk and began to unbutton her blouse until she reached the waistband of her miniskirt. Her eyes met Ian’s as she pulled the front of her blouse open to reveal her full heavy breasts, tanned golden brown from going topless during a recent holiday in the Canary Islands.
She reached down and picked up the chain, aware Ian was watching her every move. Holding it in one hand, she pinched her left nipple between her thumb and middle finger, making it stand up hard with her arousal. Carol opened the clip and winced when the teeth closed on the pink tip, biting in. Then she did the same to the other one.
Her breasts, linked now, rose and fell rapidly as she reached down and took hold of the hem of her skirt, pulling it up until the material was bunched round her waist. She was not wearing panties and her mons was shaved perfectly smooth, a little trickle of her cream running down the inside of her thigh.
Carol sat in the visitor’s chair and opened her legs.
“I’m ready, Sir,” she murmured, keeping her eyes down as she reached under herself to pull the cheeks of her ass open, displaying her erect clit standing proud of its hood, the moist pink inner surfaces of her pussy and the tiny bud of her asshole, dark pink between her tanned buttocks. Ian could see her anus glistened with lube which meant her husband had fucked her ass already that morning or she had prepared herself before leaving for work. Either way he was pleased.
“Good girl,” Ian said again, and walked round his desk, opened his flies to bare his prick, positioned it against Carol’s anal sphincter and fucked her furiously in the ass for the next ten minutes until he was ready to come when he dragged his cock from the tight clasp of her rectum and presented it to her mouth, slippery with lube and his cum. Trembling with ecstasy, Carol climaxed as she opened her lips to take Ian’s cock into her mouth, swallowing rapidly as he poured his spunk, thick and creamy, down her throat.
She knew if she had pleased him she might be allowed to take the clips off her aching breasts…
Pepper’s Unpleasant Dilemma
Cinnamon was sitting on the sofa, her arms round her sister, comforting her. Pepper was still crying but the flood was slowing which pleased Cinnamon because her thin cotton top was sopping with tears.
“Aren’t we supposed to be celebrating this joyous occasion?” Cinnamon asked, her hand stroking her sister’s silky blonde hair.
“I can’t!” Pepper moaned and Cinnamon wished she had stayed quiet. She gently eased Pepper back so she could see her face. Pepper’s eyes were red and she badly needed to blow her nose; Cinnamon handed her a tissue and Pepper gave a loud honk.
“And whyever not?” Cinnamon was getting mildly annoyed with her sister who hadn’t told her she was pregnant and now seemed to be doing the exact reverse of jumping up and down with excitement at the prospect of becoming a mother.
“Because I don’t know if the baby is Ian’s or Andy Brock’s!” Pepper wailed, fresh tears appearing in her eyes.
Very close to giving her sister a good slap, Cinnamon snorted dismissively.
“What does it matter? If you tell Ian he’s the father he has two ways to react. He can either invite Nigel and me round and break open a bottle of champagne to celebrate or he can insist you undergo a DNA test which could mean you miscarry so you should insist he holds off until the baby is born.”
Pepper sat dabbing her eyes with the scrunched-up tissue so Cinnamon handed her a fresh one.
“I mean I never thought I’d get pregnant when Andy and I had sex because all he ever wanted to do was sodomize me,” Pepper wailed. “But now and then he wanted to fuck my bottom without bothering with lube and I wouldn’t let him go in dry so he’d fuck my cunt instead.”
“Okay, but you were on the pill?” Cinnamon asked.
“Well…” Pepper said hesitantly.
“What does ‘well’ mean?” Cinnamon said, struggling to keep the edge from her voice because she knew Pepper’s tears were still near the surface.
“It was so exciting being fucked by Andy during the day and by Ian at night and I was just a bit overwhelmed…” Pepper said, letting her voice trail off. “I mean I’d take two pills the next day and there’s always a residual effect, right?”
“Yes, of course. Unless you forgot for more than a day,” Cinnamon said, her eyes meeting those of her sister.
“Well…” Pepper said in a little voice and Cinnamon wanted to slap her really, really hard.
It wasn’t bad enough Pepper cheated on the husband who loved her, there was a possibility she was now pregnant by the man Ian had beaten in a bare-knuckle boxing match he fought because he was so determined to win Pepper back. Whatever happened, Andy Brock must not find out: it would break Ian’s heart. And that was if Ian was prepared to accept paternity when Pepper told him. What a mess, Cinnamon thought, what a godawful mess…
A Surprise Revelation!
Kissing her sister goodbye after receiving a promise Pepper would let her know how things went when she told Ian she was pregnant, Cinnamon walked down the pathway of Pepper’s front garden and decided she would go home to seek Nigel’s opinion. Her mind was whirling with what she had been told, together with the discussion she had with her boss in London the day before.
Cinnamon worked for a leading fashion PR firm based in London. She enjoyed her job and was good at it but she also loved being newly married. She planned to turn Nigel’s rather spartan house which doubled as a surgery into a warm, welcoming home where she could help him in whatever way he needed during the day and then prepare dinner for them both at night, relaxing with him on the sofa to watch a movie before bed followed by a vigorous bout of fucking, sucking and anal sex.
Her boss, reluctant to lose her services, agreed to a trial period of allowing her to work from home while Cinnamon agreed to attend in person any major fashion event she organized. She discussed this with Nigel who thankfully agreed immediately, recognizing he had the best of both worlds.
Still preoccupied, Cinnamon let herself in by the back door. She and Nigel used the front door for his clients because it led directly to the room set aside for his practice. As she did so she heard a sound she recognized but dismissed as simply not possible.
But then the sound, of a woman in the throes of sexual ecstasy, was answered by the deep groan of a man equally transported by pleasure and this time there was no mistaking the sound because she heard it every day when her husband made love to her.
Enraged, grief-stricken that Nigel could be unfaithful so soon after their marriage, Cinnamon walked with determination over to the surgery door and opened it. As she suspected, Nigel was standing with his trousers round his ankles and to her Cinnamon’s horror and surprise, it was Mrs. Maloney, the Irish spinster lady who was their next-door neighbor, who was lying back on her husband’s examination table, her skirt bunched up at her waist, her bottom on the edge of the desk, her thighs straight up and her calves resting on Nigel’s shoulders.
Mrs. Maloney’s blouse was completely unbuttoned and her bra was unfastened in the back and pushed up in front, revealing her big heavy breasts and their erect nipples. Nigel had one hand on each of her thighs, holding them close against his body. Mrs. Maloney’s breasts jiggled and bounced in response to the deep, hard thrusts Nigel was making in her extremely wet cunt, obscenely loud slurping noises audible with his every thrust.
“Nigel, how could you!” Cinnamon cried, her hands to her mouth in shock and distress.
Nigel turned his face toward her and grinned which was not the reaction Cinnamon expected and made her suddenly so furious she barely heard what he said.
“It isn’t what it looks like, darling,” Nigel gasped as he arched his back, his hips spasming as he emptied his balls into Mrs. Maloney’s cunt, setting off the Irishwoman’s orgasm which made her cry out as she shuddered in ecstasy.
“I don’t think you’ve met my mother…?”
‘Oh God…Oh FUCK, Your Grace!!’
Jenny Grey, the Reverend Christopher Grey’s petite buxom wife, was the one woman everyone in the village felt sorry for. All and sundry knew the vicar’s idea of offering spiritual succor to his parishioners was perfunctory at best where men were concerned but passionately fervent where any woman even passably attractive was involved. Chris, like Andy Brock, was a devoted adulterer who avoided, unless absolutely begged otherwise, the dangers of unwanted pregnancy by engaging in enthusiastic and energetic anal sex with his conquests.
The curious thing was that the villager’s sympathy for Jenny, even extending to it being a major topic of conversation in the Bridgeford Arms every week, was based on a complete misunderstanding.
Everyone assumed Jenny did not know of her husband’s philandering. But she did. Quite simply, she was unconcerned because it gave her the literary inspiration she might otherwise have lacked. She was a prolific author of ‘bodice-rippers’, historical novels set in the English Regency period where women wore dresses with necklines so low the tops of their areolae were visible and men wore britches so tight if they were aroused every woman in close proximity could see their magnificent weapons.
Through her writing, Jenny understood Chris better than anyone in the village gave her credit for. She recognized that he, like the titled rakes in her books, could not help himself when it came to seducing the fairer sex. But what she was able to do, which her husband dared not in reality, was have him administer a damn good rogering to the many virginal young ladies he came into contact with at masquerade balls, in boxes at the opera, and weekend shooting parties.
There he could ravish them thoroughly. He could debauch them by forcing them to become habituated to the depravities of hearty slaps to their plump bared bottoms; make them swoon by entering every hole in their bodies, often more than once in a single sensuous scene, and even have them engage in vigorous intercourse with members of their own families, male and female.
In addition, her hero, modeled on her husband in every particular, could be challenged to duels by outraged fathers, brothers and fiancées, having so charmed the targets of his lust they willingly slipped away from the ballroom to the adjacent garden, there to be pressed back against a tree with their large breasts bared while the Duke of Wentworth (for Chris was always such in Jenny’s books) labored with his hands and mouth under their skirts. Invariably he would then turn them round to brace themselves with their legs open and their bottoms bared, apply the contents of the phial of oil he always carried in a pocket of his coat to their bumholes, and introduce them to the delights of being fucked in their pretty bottoms by his prodigious weapon until they quite fainted away with delirious passion.
To Jenny’s surprise, but undoubtedly because of a combination of meticulous research and the inclusion of sex scenes of a very graphic nature, generally not found in much less successful efforts by other lady erotic romance authors, her books sold in their thousands.
Indeed it always gave her immense satisfaction when she informed Chris she would have to go and visit an elderly aunt in London, Birmingham or Edinburgh (Chris once expressed surprise that Jenny seemed to have rather a lot of such relatives living in many of the UK’s major cities) where she was met by a publicist, escorted to the bookshop where she was scheduled to appear and dutifully autograph a great many copies of her books sold to adoring, usually female but sometimes male, fans.
If the male or female publicist was also a fan then, as a reward for efficiency and devotion, they would be invited to join Jenny for dinner, afterward experiencing whichever of the sexual pleasures they found most arousing in her books with the author herself.
As she labored at her laptop in the study she shared with Chris, their two desks facing each other, one piled high with books of sermons which acted as inspiration for the Reverend’s Sunday services, the other with drawers filled to capacity with silicone cocks, anal toys and tubes of lubricant, Jenny loved to look out of her window at the passing neighbors who often waved in commiseration. As she did so she smiled secretly herself because she was, at that moment, sitting on an enormous buttplug and the slightest touch of her fingers on her clit, which she allowed herself only when she met her quota of words written in a given hour, would make her moan with delight at the most glorious sensations imaginable.
Pepper Comes Clean
“Would you like a drink before dinner, darling?” Pepper asked Ian as he closed the front door behind him and put his briefcase on the hall table.
“That would be nice,” he said, following her through to the kitchen where she reached into the fridge for his favorite beer and took care pouring it into a long glass to maintain the creamy head. Ian had told her it was like drinking liquid velvet, but only if the cream at the top was carefully maintained when it formed.
“I made your favorite, steak casserole with tiny onions and mashed potatoes,” Pepper said.
“God, this beer’s delicious,” Ian said drinking half the glass in one go it tasted so good. “And dinner sounds delicious,” he said, putting the glass down and going across to slide his arms round his wife’s waist to pull her against his body so her huge breasts mounded against his chest, the deep divide between her breasts becoming even deeper and more inviting. “And you look utterly delicious,” he added, his voice hoarse with lust even though he had not long fucked Carol’s plump, receptive ass. Of course, being a more-or-less faithful husband, he had made sure to wash his face and freshen his aftershave before leaving for home.
“Thank you, darling,” Pepper said, and she slipped out of his arms to pick up two plates and put them in the oven to warm.
“Had a good day?” Ian asked, walking over to the sink to wash his hands.
“Oh yes,” Pepper said, sounding distracted. “I asked Cinnamon over so she and I could talk.”
“What about?” Ian asked, sitting at the table and waiting expectantly for the meal.
“About you, sweetheart,” Pepper said.
Ian suddenly felt his appetite disappear. Had she found out about him and Carol? Oh god, what could he tell her? He had insisted point blank, after he won the bare-knuckle fist fight against Andy Brock, that Pepper be faithful to him and he believed she had been.
But Carol’s long legs, her voluptuous breasts, the way she loved him spanking her bare ass when she was lying across his lap, encouraged him to insert ever larger buttplugs into her asshole in preparation for his sodomizing her lying face down on his desk, the way she let him put clips on her nipples which made her cunt so juicy his mouth filled over and over again with her delicious cream which he slurped down greedily, was utterly irresistible.
Pepper sat down and Ian saw her face was clouded with anxiety. Strangely, that both touched and reassured him. She didn’t look like she was going to announce she was leaving him or ask for a divorce.
He put his hands out and covered hers. “What is it?” he asked in a gentle voice.
“I’m pregnant,” Pepper said dully.
“But that’s wonderful news!” Ian cried. “Why didn’t you tell me the moment I came in? How long have you known?”
“I found out yesterday,” Pepper said, clearly still not pleased in any way.
Ian sat still, waiting for her to say more.
“I don’t know if it’s your child or Andy Brock’s,” Pepper said, her voice almost inaudible.
Ian was quiet for a moment and then he said firmly, “It doesn’t matter,” and stood up.
Pepper turned her face toward him, her eyes filled with misery. “Why?” she asked.
“All that matters is you’re going to have a baby and I’m your husband. You and I had sex all the time when you were seeing Andy because you were so horny and we have sex even more now you’ve stopped so the chances are I’m definitely the father. And, even if I’m not, I love you and we’re going to start a family, okay?”
“OH IAN!” Pepper cried in delight, throwing her arms round his neck and bursting into tears once again but this time for a very different reason…
All’s Well in the Eyes of the Lord…
Cinnamon was sitting on the sofa in her living room, a cup of tea in her hand, a homemade biscuit sitting in the saucer. She was still extremely upset but she was no longer crying. Mrs. Maloney, a petite and strikingly pretty Irish woman in her early fifties was sitting next to her. Cinnamon found it a little disconcerting that Mrs. Maloney, who insisted she call her Deirdrah, had not had time to pull her bra back over her enormous breasts or button up her blouse but seemed quite unconcerned as was Nigel who had left his trousers in the surgery and was sitting in only his shirt and tie, his cock still noticeably erect and glistening with Mrs. Maloney’s cunt cream.
“It was the nuns, you see,” Deirdrah Maloney explained. “They forced me to give Nigel up for adoption because I was pregnant out of wedlock and my Ma and Da, who were strict Catholics, wanted nothing to do with me. My lover, who was married, refused to countenance leaving his wife which left me nowhere to turn. When the nuns told me my son was gone from me forever I swore I would never rest until I discovered what had happened to him. It helped that I managed to make something of myself and put aside a little money so I could set a private detective onto helping me. He told me where Nigel was and that he was a veterinary, which made me so proud, and where he lived so when the house next door was up for sale I bought it immediately just so I could be near him.”
There was a deeply sad note in Deirdrah’s voice as she said, “I never told him who I was, of course, and I knew the couple who adopted him loved him to distraction. But I needed to be close to him, to hear his voice, and the only way I could think to do it was to buy a dog and ask Nigel if he would care for him. He did and of course that meant I could offer him comfort when he was lonely, as he was before you appeared, darlin’, and it was child’s play then for a woman who has kissed the Blarney Stone to charm him into her bed.”
Cinnamon looked across at Nigel and his eyes met hers as he mouthed, “I love you.”
“Oh it’s a little unusual, I grant you, even more so when one night I had been at the uisquebaugh to drown the misery of wanting to see my son and he turned on my doorstep when I was ready for bed and wearing only a thin robe that barely covered my arse and boobies, needing me to attend to him because he had gashed his hand on a nail while inoculating a frisky calf. He surely does enjoy his lovemaking does your husband as I’m sure you’re only too well aware and it would have taken more willpower than I had when I had dressed his hand and my great big breasts fell out of my robe inches from his mouth. Quick as lightning his hands were up the backs of my thighs, his face was nuzzling between the lips of my cunt and I was moaning so loud with pleasure I had to struggle not to faint with pleasure…”
Cinnamon couldn’t help it, she laughed out loud. “But how did -?” she started to say and Deirdrah smiled.
“I told you I’d been at the uisquebaugh? Well it was when Nigel turned me on my front and slid his hands under my breasts, fondling them at the same time as he sank the bloody great tool of his in my tight little arsehole that I let out a soft sigh of delight and said, “Oh god, Nigel darling son, that feels bloody wonderful…”
He, enjoying fucking my arse so much he didn’t stop for a second, spending the next fifteen minutes or so laboring in my bumhole and then, when he had filled my bowels to overflowing and he was lying back so I could lie with my head between his legs enjoying the taste and scent of my bottom on his great big dick, lifted up and said, “…son, Deirdrah?” and I had no choice but to tell him the whole story.”
“I know I should have told you sooner, darling -” Nigel started to say but Deirdrah cut him off.
“Cinnamon, darling girl, it was not his fault. I am a wanton woman who never ceases yearning to be filled in every hole with my dear son’s tool and when I saw you were round at Pepper’s and I expected you to be gone a little longer than you were, I took my chance and brought him some home-made biscuits, eager to hear about your honeymoon, how you were both finding married life and what your plans are for the future. Unfortunately I couldn’t help falling to my knees and reaching for the zipper of his pants in the hope of a bloody good shafting in all three holes and Nigel was just obliging with hole number two when you appeared.”
“Yes, I saw,” Cinnamon said, arching her eyebrow and glancing at her husband who had the grace to look sheepish.
“I am his mother and I know he loves you with every fiber of his being,” Deirdrah said, placing her cup on the coffee table and about to stand up. “If you resent my presence, and I would understand if you did, then I shall put my house on the market and move back to the Old Country; I have a hankering to live in a cottage in County Kerry with the sea birds and the breakers keeping me company.”
“No, that isn’t what I want at all,” Cinnamon said firmly. “It will take a little getting used to that my darling husband disappears over the fence every now to service his mother, but right now I think you mentioned Nigel was intending to fuck your bottom? Well it’s been several hours since he did that to me so I propose we take this upstairs where you and I can arrange ourselves on our bed so your darling son and my darling husband can satisfy both his women, going from one tight asshole to the other…”
“Praise be to God,” Deirdrah said and clapped her hands with delight. “I knew my boy married the right woman to make him happy.”
“And you as well I hope,” said Cinnamon as she reached out and took her mother-in-law’s hand and smiled happily at her husband…
Pepper is Examined Thoroughly
Only too well aware she had promised Ian she would be faithful when he defended her honor at the bare-knuckle contest held in the yard of the Bridgeford Arms, Pepper was finding it almost impossible to stop the reaction of her body as she lay back in the specially designed chair in the examination room of Dr. Gerry Reade’s surgery, her legs wide open, his fingers probing the inner walls of her extremely creamy vagina.
Pepper had been attracted to the doctor ever since the fight which he attended in a medical capacity and showed such concern for her welfare he insisted she lie down and open her blouse so he could palpate her breasts to check she was not suffering any ill-effects after seeing her husband knock Andy Brock unconscious.
To her surprise Dr. Reade insisted it was also necessary for him to apply his lips to her aroused nipples as he rested his head on the upper slopes of her breasts listening to her heartbeat. Pepper had always assumed doctors used stethoscopes with cold diaphragms that made her jump when they were first applied but Gerry, as he insisted she call him, would have none of that.
“A warm mouth and ear are much more accurate,” he said and Pepper had to agree he was certainly highly skilled at suckling her breasts while he listened to her very rapid heartbeat.
Naturally she wanted Gerry to examine her as soon as she found out she was pregnant and made the necessary appointment which, to her surprise, was within the hour. Pepper showered, dressed hurriedly in a tight sweater and even tighter jeans, pleased and saddened she could still fit into them while realizing it would not be long before she couldn’t, and walked to Gerry’s house where he saw his patients.
“Splendid news, splendid! Do come on through,” said Gerry heartily as he greeted Pepper who was surprised to find she did not have to wait with anyone else in his waiting room. She had always assumed family doctors were rushed off their feet but Gerry seemed perfectly happy to give her his undivided attention.
Pepper provided all the necessary details about her diet, past illnesses and general state of health, blushing slightly when Gerry asked without looking up from where he was typing on his computer if she still engaged in regular anal intercourse.
“Yes, because Ian loves it so,” she said. “Is that a problem?”
“Goodness no, not at all,” Gerry said. “It’s only a problem if it’s something you’re not keen on because, in the latter stages, it will be necessary for your husband or lover to fuck your bottom rather than your vagina in order not to do anything that might harm the baby.”
“Oh, that’s alright then,” Pepper said enthusiastically. “Ian usually does it to me every time we go to bed and, in fact, he ejaculated twice in my bottom last night. As you say, I think he was being very careful not to do anything that might mean I miscarried.”
“A very considerate man,” Gerry said, finishing typing and turning to her. “Now, slip those jeans off and let’s take a look ‘down there’ shall we? Make sure everything’s in perfect working order.”
Pepper unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her long, shapely legs. As she did so her breasts bounced and jiggled under her sweater and she felt her pussy lips becoming delightfully slippery in readiness for the doctor to examine them closely. She lay back in the chair and lifted her legs into the stirrups, blushing once again that the handsome doctor, with his black wavy hair, high cheekbones, full lips and perfectly smooth-shaven chin was able to see right inside her cunt. She blushed even more when she felt a little trickle of cum and lube ooze from her anus as a testament to how much sperm Ian had deposited in her bowels when he fucked her ass the night before.
“I hope you don’t mind but I don’t usually bother with latex gloves for vaginal and anal examinations,” Gerry said as he bent to examine closely Pepper’s pussy. “I find they dull the sensitivity of my fingers which is definitely not a good thing when one is examining for irregularities in the lining of the vagina or rectum. Is that alright, my dear?”
“Oh of course, Doctor – er – Gerry. Whatever you think is best,” Pepper said, closing her eyes at the delicious sensation as she felt two fingers from one of Gerry’s hand enter her cunt and two fingers of his other hand push past the tight muscle of her anus and into her asshole.
Since becoming pregnant her body seemed to become aroused astonishingly quickly with floods of cream pouring from her pussywalls at the slightest touch, her clitoris almost permanently erect and desperate to be stimulated so she could achieve orgasm. To her surprise, even when she did climax the little organ seemed to crave more, so insatiable had it become.
Which was definitely the case now. Pepper’s clit was standing proud of its hood, delightful sensations thrilling her body from deep within her cunt and bowels with Gerry’s fingers caressing and stroking inside her so gently yet firmly she found she was increasingly close to climaxing. In fact Pepper longed to bare her breasts so either Gerry could suckle and bite her nipples at the same time as he worked his fingers in and out, or she could do it to herself, cupping them in her hands and biting each one alternately to intensify her pleasure.
And then it hardly mattered whether her breasts were fondled or not. Pepper trembled, shook and let out a loud moan, arching her hips up as wave after wave of intense pleasure exploded within her, an absolute flood of honey pouring from her cunt which, in the interests of ensuring she was healthy, Gerry found it necessary to slurp up and swallow with obvious enjoyment. Pepper blushed her hardest when he appeared from between her legs with his nose, mouth and chin dripping with her cum which he took great delight in wiping off with his fingers and then licking clean.
“All in perfect working order,” he pronounced, to Pepper’s immense relief. “But I better make an appointment for you to come back at the same time every week for the full nine months so I can keep a very close eye on your genitals and anal sphincter,” he said as he walked across to the sink and washed his hands then returned to help a shaky Pepper out of the chair and dress, accidentally cupping her buttocks in her hands as he did so.
Much reassured, Pepper smiled happily at the doctor and said, “I’m so thankful you’ll be looking after me, Gerry.”
Gerry looked up from where he was filling in a note on his computer. “All part of the service, Pepper dear,” he said, and gave her his warmest smile which thrilled her because it was so typical of his wonderfully caring bedside manner.
Cinnamon the Crime Fighter!
Cinnamon usually slept very soundly, particularly when she and Nigel and Deirdrah had spent an evening engaged in a vigorous bout of energetic fucking that resulted in the back of her mouth being coated in sperm, a delightfully juicy feeling between her legs and a noticeable wet patch under her bottom due to a mix of lube and cum leaking from her anus. But she found it impossible to sleep when first one car, then another, then a third drove past the house and disappeared up the lane.
Where were they going and why, Cinnamon wondered, and should she tell Constable Pickthorne? Now, on the phone, or in the morning? She read the papers and listened to the BBC and they were all talking about the crime epidemic which was sweeping the countryside: the theft of red diesel fuel from farms.
Cinnamon knew red diesel was sold at a lower tax rate because it was used by farmers and in industries such as construction and mining. The only difference between red and ordinary diesel was the red dye which meant it could still be used in cars and that made it a highly attractive proposition for thieves because tanks were above ground and padlocked fuel compounds could be broken into very easily.
Cinnamon had no desire to be an investigative journalist but she did not condone lawbreaking and Bridgeford was such a quiet little community she couldn’t bear to think it might become a hotbed of crime. Theft could lead to burglary, drug use, robbery and even rape and their village policeman would soon find himself overwhelmed if it were not for the vigilance of concerned members of the public such as her.
She checked Nigel was sleeping soundly and slipped out of bed to use the toilet, doing her best to flex her rectal muscles to expel the mass of sperm her husband had emptied into her bowels. She pulled on a sweater and made her way quietly down to the hallway, locating her waterproof coat and pulling on her boots. She opened the front door without making a sound and turned to pull it closed when she froze in fear. She could hear heavy breathing coming from behind her.
Deirdrah’s German Shepherd Rex was sitting on his back legs, his eyes bright in the moonlight, looking at her expectantly.
Cinnamon breathed deeply to calm down and decided it might indeed be a good idea if Rex came along to look after her. Obviously the dog loved the idea and quickly went sniffing his way down the garden path, waiting impatiently for her to open the gate.
A car drove past Cinnamon and she saw it turn off about half a mile down the road. She decided to follow, following close to the line of trees in case another car came along and the driver saw her. She had no intention of falling into the hands of a hardened criminal who might smell cum on her breath and the scent of Nigel’s asshole on her fingers so she walked quietly and swiftly to where she had seen the car disappear.
To her surprise just off the roadway there were at least ten cars parked up next to each other, their lights off. ‘God,’ thought Cinnamon. ‘An entire criminal gang! I’m waaay out of my depth here.’
And then she saw flashlights shining, the type used in caravanning with big reflectors and heavy-duty batteries, and they were all pointed at something. Taking hold of Rex’s collar, Cinnamon inched forward, her mouth dry, her heart beating in her chest. She was determined to see what was going on so she could pick the criminal mastermind out of a police line-up, even if it meant she and Nigel would have to enter a witness protection program after giving evidence or risk being rubbed out as a consequence of squealing…
And then she whispered, ‘Oh fuck,’ to herself, a silly grin on her face. ‘I have been watching far too many US cop shows on TV…’ because the flashlights were pointed at a couple lying on a rug, the man underneath, his pants down round his ankles, the woman straddling his groin. Actually he was sitting up with the woman in his arms suckling her breasts and she was half-naked with her skirt pulled up round her waist, her blouse open to give him access. Both their bodies seemed unnaturally white in the artificial light and Cinnamon heard two things that gave her quite a shock.
The first was the woman was not a woman but a teenage girl and she suddenly cried out, “Oh god, YES, Dad, fuck me, fuck me HARD!!” while the second was a man’s voice who said, close to her ear, ‘Hello Mrs. Frampton. Never expected to see you here…” and Cinnamon turned to see Constable Ken Pickthorne, his cock exposed and his fingers curled round the shaft, smiling at her. So much for a bloody country crime wave, Cinnamon thought to herself, because she suddenly realized exactly what was going on.
It was called dogging, where men watched a couple making love who were aroused by being watched, a fact confirmed by PC Pickthorne who, never for a moment stopped stroking himself, obviously highly aroused by the sight.
“That’s Jed Desborough’s youngest sitting astride him,” he whispered. “Horny little thing she is, been fucking her father since the day she turned 18 and set off on a personal quest to enjoy as many new experiences as she could. Had her myself in fact; lovely tight little bumhole she’s got.”
Cinnamon tried not to play lady of the manor but this really wasn’t her cup of tea, even though she enjoyed seeing the young girl feed her father her breasts and bounce up and down energetically on his large, upright cock.
“Well I’ll be off then, Ken,” she whispered, not wishing to disturb the lovers or their audience. “Only wanted to take Rex for a walk and Nigel will be wondering where we’ve got to.”
“Right-o,” PC Pickthorne said in a tight voice and he let out a soft groan as a fountain of sperm jetted from the tip of his cock onto the grass. Cinnamon rolled her eyes and decided it was definitely time she was home in bed…
Women in Love
While Ian had forbidden Pepper ever to see Andy Brock again, and in truth she had no desire to see or give herself to him, she took great pleasure in her continuing close friendship with Andy’s wife Val who really seemed to need her, and not only in a sexual sense. It was as if Val regarded Pepper as the daughter Val she never had, albeit a daughter Val had no hesitation in taking to bed as often as she possibly could.
“He’s so bloody beastly to me,” Val said as she stripped off her clothes in Pepper’s bedroom. “I can be making dinner and he’ll suddenly force me to my knees and present me with his asshole to lick and then he loves making me suck him clean after he’s sodomized me – ”
Nodding her head in sympathy, Pepper decided discretion was called for and she better not tell Val Andy had made her do both those things and she rather enjoyed them because they made her horny and ready for more sex with him.
“Oh my goodness, that sounds awful,” Pepper said, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. She was naked underneath except for a pair of black shoes with four-inch heels which Val loved to see waving in the air when she fucked Pepper.
“Oh god, yes,” said Val, a note of misery in her voice. “He’s bloody addicted. His dick would have to fall off before he stopped trying to stick it in every woman he meets… I mean Jed Desborough’s youngest is only 18 and he’s had her more times than he’s had hot dinners.”
“Goodness, that young?” Pepper said, doing her best to sound shocked but rather admiring the youngest Desborough daughter for her adventurousness in engaging in public incestuous sex and going to bed with anyone who fancied fucking the living daylights out of her.
Pepper decided Val needed cheering up.
“Darling?” she purred, moving closer to Val. She had unbuttoned her blouse but was holding it together and then suddenly whipped it open, displaying her now-massive breasts to the older woman, loving the expression on Val’s face when they bounced and settled on her chest. “Notice anything?”
“Dear god, could those things get any bigger?” Val said, her eyes sparkling. She bent and put out her tongue, very gently licking and then biting the tip of one nipple and then the other, making Pepper shiver with desire.
“Oh yes,” Pepper moaned. “That feels lovely…”
“Your boobs are so beautiful,” Val said, her voice thick with lust. Then she lifted her head and her lips sought Pepper’s. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured before taking Pepper in her arms, their breasts mounding between their bodies, their tongues dueling in each other’s mouths, Pepper’s breath rasping in her chest.
Pepper fully expected Val to say, ‘I love you’ and then she would tell her about the baby but she didn’t. What she said was, “Lie down, darling, I want to fuck you so much…” and Pepper did as she was told, climbing onto the bed at the same time as she dropped her blouse on the floor.
Val climbed onto the bed next to her and reached down into her handbag. She brought out something wrapped in white tissue paper.
“Look at this, sweetheart,” Val said, her voice full of excitement. “It arrived from the States this morning and I rushed over because I knew you’d want me to use it on you.”
Peppers curiosity was piqued and her eyes widened when Val unwrapped the object.
It was a black double-ended strapless dildo made of silicone. The shaft, which went into Pepper’s cunt or asshole, looked to be around eight or nine inches long, the bulbous base that Val inserted into herself roughly a third that length. There were ridges along the top section of the cock designed to stimulate Val’s clit, and Pepper knew immediately why Val had chosen it: because the slender, smooth design could not be more perfectly designed for fucking her in the ass.
And Pepper knew that was about to happen when Val reached across for the lube on the bedside table and whispered in her ear, “Turn over on your stomach, darling.”
Excited and highly aroused, Pepper turned on her front, her breasts mounding beneath her body as she watched Val oil up the silicone cock. Then she sighed softly with delight as Val very slowly, gently and thoroughly oiled up her asshole, working her fingers around Pepper’s anal opening and then as far into her rectum as she could reach.
When Val decided Pepper was ready, she squirmed her body so the bulb was lodged firmly in her cunt and lifted herself on top of the younger woman, the shaft lying in the furrow of Pepper’s ass. She reached under Pepper’s body to fill her hands to overflowing with Pepper’s enormous breasts and whispered, “Put it in for me, darling. I want to be inside your beautiful bum.”
Pepper reached a hand back, slid it in between her bottom and Val’s tummy until her fingers located the silicone prick and positioned it on the opening of her asshole so all Val had to do was lower her hips which she did immediately, her moan of ecstasy echoed by Pepper’s even louder moan as first the tip and then the shaft of the dildo slid past her anus and into her rectum until the head was lodged in her bowels. Val was sodomizing Pepper with the black double-ended silicone cock and she loved it.
For long minutes the only sound in the room was the slurping noise Val’s cock made as she fucked Pepper’s asshole with the dildo. The scent of plundered back passage overpowered even the expensive fragrance Val liked to wear, heightening Pepper’s arousal as she breathed in the heavenly scent of her impaled rectum and surrendered to the tiny bites and kisses Val gave the soft skin of her shoulders, neck and under her ears as Val raised and lowered her hips, withdrawing and then plunging the surrogate cock so far into Pepper’s asshole she expected to taste it in the back of her throat.
“Oh god, I love this,” Val murmured.
“And I love you,” Pepper whispered, without thinking, suddenly aware Val’s pistoning thrusts had slowed.
Val put her face close to Pepper’s, her eyes searching her face.
“Do you?” she asked. “Do you really?”
“I said yes, silly,” Pepper said. “I want you to be my baby’s godmother so you’ll always have an excuse to come and see him or her.”
“Sorry? Baby? You’re pregnant?” Val said, her lips meeting Pepper’s in a passionate kiss before she could answer. “Oh god, that’s wonderful!” she added and Pepper cried out in surprise at the sudden intensity of Val arching herself up to place her outstretched arms either side of Pepper’s mounded breasts and fuck them both to climaxes so intense Pepper blacked out and only came to when she felt Val applying a cool flannel to her forehead. Pepper couldn’t help smiling because the silicone cock was still jutting out from Val’s mons and Pepper, constantly horny now she was pregnant, knew Val would be only too happy to give it a quick cleanse and then fuck her cunt to blissful satiation.
Carol in the Firing Line
“Morning Ian,” Carol called through to Ian Winston as she put her handbag on her desk, checked to see if there were any messages on her phone, sighed with relief when she saw there weren’t and then walked through to the kitchenette to fill the kettle to make coffee.
There was no response and she walked back to put her head round the door. “Ian?” she said, seeing him sitting at his desk, a piece of paper in his hand. “Are you alright?”
Ian looked up and Carol saw there were tears in his eyes. Her heart lurched in sympathy and she walked across to him.
“Whatever’s happened?” she asked. “Not the baby -?”
“No,” Ian said in a dull voice. “Mother and child are doing well. The father, however, or whoever is the father -”
His voice, full of bitterness, choked off and Carol walked round to his side of the desk.
“Please,” she said, kneeling in front of him so her face was close to his. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
Ian handed her a letter from a firm of solicitors. Their client, Andrew Brock, had become aware Mrs. Ian Winston was expecting a baby. If there was a possibility the baby might be the issue of their client, who in no way accepted liability for having made the said Mrs. Winston pregnant, then they believed it was necessary to establish paternity with a view to ensuring the baby would be properly looked after by its natural parents. To whit, should the results of a DNA test prove it to be the case, Andrew and Valerie Brock.
“Oh god,” Carol said dully. “Does Pepper know about this?”
“No. It was sent here. I opened it just now,” Ian said, looking up at her, his face mirroring his deep distress.
“What are you going to do?” Carol asked.
“What can I do?” Ian said. “Pepper warned me there was a chance Brock might have made her pregnant but I was so delighted by her news I dismissed it. Either she told Val who told Andy or he found out from someone at the bloody golf club but there’s no way I can refuse the DNA test because a court hearing would force me to agree. This is going to break Pepper’s heart…”
“Look, I’ll make us some coffee,” Carol said, doing her best to smile. “Then we can talk about it? Go through your options?”
“There are no ‘options’ if a DNA test proves the baby is Andy’s,” Ian said bitterly. “One way or another, Andy Brock has got his revenge on Pepper and I.”
Carol knew there was nothing she could do or say that would make Ian feel better. Reluctantly she left Ian alone holding the piece of paper and went back to making coffee. When it was ready she took a cup through to Ian but found his office was empty and his briefcase gone.
Realizing there was nothing she could do to help him other than go on running the office, Carol dealt with paperwork until midday, telling any clients who called that Ian had to go to London unexpectedly for a meeting of Lloyds underwriters he could not miss. She was about to take her lunchtime sandwich out of the fridge and make a cup of tea when she heard the office door open and she walked through to find Andy Brock standing in front of her desk.
Carol knew she had to be professional but her anger boiled over. “What do you want?” she snapped.
“Is that how you usually speak to clients, Mrs. Upshaw?” Andy said with a snarl. “Especially ones who’ve fucked you up the ass?”
“How dare you!” Carol said, her hand raised to slap his face but Andy was faster. He grabbed her wrist and held it steady.
“No less than the truth, sweetheart,” he said quietly. “Now where’s your boss?”
“Why?” Carol said, acutely aware Brock was still holding her wrist. Despite herself she remembered writhing in ecstasy under this man, the heat of his kisses on the lips of her cunt, the way he did to her what he did to every woman, force her to clean his cock with her mouth after it had been buried in her bowels. God forgive her for her wantonness but she loved doing that.
“I wanted to talk to him. See if he had received a particular letter.”
“Yes. This morning,” Carol said, unable to hide the bitterness in her voice.
“Good,” Andy said, smiling, his lips thin. “That’s my way of repaying him for humiliating me in that bloody boxing match.”
Carol allowed herself a little smile of triumph. Whatever Andy said or did, he would never be able to erase the memory of his defeat. He had been beaten fair and square by the better man and the whole village knew it.
Andy read her face and twisted her round so her back and buttocks were pressed up against his body, his hand covering her mouth. She knew he would not physically harm her but she could feel he was aroused and Carol knew she had given him the excuse he needed to punish her for gloating at him.
Andy dragged Carol over to the small sofa for waiting clients and sat down. He had to release her long enough to grab her physically and throw her over his knee, but the second he saw her draw breath to scream he slapped her across the face and hissed, “Don’t.”
Carol, realizing Andy could hurt her badly if he chose to, stayed silent.
But she did struggle and Andy held her down as he pulled her skirt up to bare her buttocks, laughing softly as he saw she was not wearing underwear. A moment later and he landed a hefty slap with his bare hand on one plump globe of her ass and then did the same to the other, both cheeks flaring bright red with the force of the blows.
Carol screamed and felt her eyes smart with tears the slaps were so painful. But they also had the effect sexual pain always had on her: her cunt flooded with her cream which oozed out to Andy’s evident delight and amusement. In fact he was so delighted he slapped her again. Hard.
Carol let out a low moan of pain and Andy responded by bending forward so she could feel his hot breath on the stinging skin of her buttocks. He used the fingers of one hand to pull open the deep divide between the cheeks of her ass to expose her anus, sliding the fingers of his other hand into the dripping wet opening of her cunt. Then he buried his face between the plump globes, his tongue probing for her anal opening which he penetrated, pushing his tongue as far inside her rectum as he could reach. Trapped between Andy’s greedy tongue and masturbating fingers, the pain of the spanking sending fiery jolts of arousal deep into her womb, Carol bucked and thrashed over Andy’s lap as she climaxed repeatedly.
As much as she hated to admit it, when it came to Andy’s mastery of her traitorous body, Carol was completely powerless to resist him…
Val Proves Her Love
Val screwed up her courage and knocked on the door. There was a moment’s pause and Ian Winston opened it.
“Go away, Val,” he said instantly.
“Please, I need to talk to you,” she pleaded. “To both of you.”
“You want to tell us it was you who told Andy about the baby and that you’re really, really sorry,” said Ian, heavy sarcasm in his voice as he started to close the door.
Instinctively Val put her hand up to stop him. She could see Ian was taken aback by her determination but that was the point. She was determined. Very determined.
“You better come inside,” Ian said, stepping aside. “Although I suspect you’re going to get a rough ride from Pepper.”
Val walked through to the kitchen. Pepper was sitting at the table, a box of tissues in front of her, her eyes red and, the moment she saw Val, blazing with anger.
“What the FUCK do you want?” Pepper screamed. “Have you come to gloat about getting your revenge that the bitch who screwed your husband is going to have to give up her baby? Come to tell me how much better a mother you’ll make? Even though your idea of being supportive to your pregnant friend is to fuck her cunt and ass with a bloody silicone cock?”
Val turned her head to see what Ian’s reaction was to this revelation but Pepper intervened.
“Oh don’t worry, he knows all about it. I even told him before that bloody letter arrived that I love you which he thought was really nice as long as I didn’t leave him for you and I told him I never would but you meant so much to me I didn’t want to stop seeing you. My idiot of a wonderful, loving husband said he totally understood which is the second time he’s had to forgive me for making a stupid bloody mistake.”
Very quietly Val said, “He didn’t make a mistake.”
“What?”
“I said he didn’t make a mistake,” Val repeated. “I would never hurt you and yes, I love you too. I would never come between you and Ian and if you ever said you wanted to stop seeing me I would understand. It would break my heart but I would understand.”
“Jesus Christ,” Pepper said, getting up to open the fridge and pour herself a glass of wine. She didn’t offer one to Val.
“Should you be drinking?” Val asked in a small voice, knowing her concern would be thrown back at her.
“Oh fuck off,” Pepper said. “If I’m your husband’s child why should I care,” and she took a big swig.
“Please don’t,” Val said, tears starting to her eyes. “And it’s not my baby, it’s yours and it always will be,” she said, looking at them both.
“How can you say that if Andy’s insisting on a DNA test?” Ian asked her.
“Look, I need to tell you both something,” Val said and glanced at the bottle of wine as she sat down at the kitchen table. “Can I have some of that?” she asked and Pepper poured her a glass and handed it across. Then, before either Pepper or Ian could interrupt, she went on.
“I told Andy because I was so happy for you both. It never occurred to me he would contest paternity but I suddenly saw the little cogs going around in his head and realized I had given him exactly what he had been looking for – ”
“The chance to get even with us for his humiliation,” Ian said.
“Yes.”
Val took a sip of the wine for courage.
“But he’s lost again, not won,” she said in a calm voice.
Despite herself, Pepper asked, “Why?”
“Because I told him I had had enough. That this was the last straw, that I don’t love him anymore and I want a divorce. No judge in the country will award custody of a baby to a divorced man, will they?”
“Oh god, VAL!” Pepper said, breaking into floods of tears and hurrying round to throw her arms round her lover’s neck, tears dripping down onto Val’s back which made Val smile. She turned her head and saw Ian wipe away tears from his own eyes, obviously trying to be a manly man however much he felt overwhelmed by Val’s decision.
“I haven’t a bloody clue how I’m going to manage or where I’ll live but I’m not going back there and I’m never going back to Andy even if he begs,” Val said in a firm voice. “Which he well might,” she added and reached for a tissue to blow her nose, a determined smile on her face.
A look passed from Pepper to Ian who nodded.
Pepper sat down and leaned forward to slide an arm around Val’s neck and pull her close. Then her mouth opened and Val felt herself drawn into the softest, loving kiss.
“You’ll live here,” Pepper said. “With us. We have room and then, when the baby’s born, you’ll be the second mother. If you want to, of course.”
“Want to?” she said, turning to look at Ian who confirmed what Pepper had said by a big smile. “Of course I bloody want to. Why do you think I’m divorcing that odious bloody man? Now I don’t know about you two but this calls for a celebration. And I don’t mean with wine or even champagne, you poor example for a mother, you.”
Pepper laughed for the first time since Val arrived. “What did you have in mind?” she purred.
“Why don’t we all go upstairs and see what happens?” Val said casually.
Pepper squealed with excitement jumped up, grabbed Val’s and her husband’s wrists and dragged them both upstairs.
Andy Celebrates His Freedom
Carol Upshaw was standing in her kitchen, drinking a glass of sparkling water to wash down the mouthfuls of her husband’s cum she had just swallowed. Ready for bed, she was wearing a shorty see-thru silk robe that barely covered the cheeks of her ass and tied at the waist under her bulging breasts. She had pulled on the robe as soon as she emerged from the shower and her husband Jamie told her she looked so intensely fuckable he wanted her to lie on her back while he squatted over her, his hips level with her face so he could thrust his cock down into her throat. He was so turned on it was only moments before Carol was swallowing what felt like a gallon of hot sperm, running the risk of drowning in the thick liquid.
Carol left Jamie recovering from the intensity of his climax, expecting he would be asleep when she went back to bed. Her husband was a sweet man and Carol knew he loved her but he had no idea how to cope with the intensity of her sex drive and sometimes she believed he had simply given up trying which was why her sex sessions with Ian and today with Andy Brock turned her on so much.
The thought of Andy slapping her bare ass made her shiver, her clit signaling it needed attention and Carol put the glass down.
When she masturbated she loved to stand bent forward so she could look down as she pulled the lips of her cunt open, her fingers paddling in her cream as she caressed her clit, first slowly and gently, then closing her fingers round the tiny bud and squeezing it hard to send an equal mix of sharp discomfort and sharp pleasure deep into her body. As she leaned forward her heavy breasts fell out of the robe and Carol decided she would give herself the special pleasure of cupping a breast and sucking its tip into her mouth at the same time as she stroked herself.
For several pleasure-wracked minutes, Carol let her mind fill with the memory of lying over Andy Brock’s lap, her breasts bared so her nipples rubbed against the wool of his pants, his face buried between the cheeks of her ass, still stinging with the pain of his hefty slaps. Thinking of the way he pushed his head greedily between her legs, smearing her cream over his face as he speared his tongue into her dripping cunt and then pushed it past the tight muscle of her anus, made her so aroused her legs trembled, an incredible climax surging through her body as she bit her nipple and pinched her clit to heighten the intensity of the waves of pleasure surging through her body.
And it was while she was standing lost in the pleasure of her orgasm that she suddenly realized someone was standing outside the kitchen window watching her.
Carol let out a scream of surprise, muffled by her succulent breast flesh. And then she saw it was Andy Brock and he was holding up a bottle of champagne, waving it at her. Carol stopped what she was doing and went to unlock the back door.
“God, you look fuckable,” Andy said as he walked into the kitchen.
“What are you doing here, and why did you come around the back?” Carol said, angry at the invasion of her privacy.
“I saw the light on, darling,” Andy said, putting the bottle down on the counter. Carol realized his eyes were drinking in her bare breasts and the swell of her mons, her cunt lips swollen with her arousal, her clit, standing proud of its hood, clearly visible.
“Jamie’s upstairs, you know,” she said, her eyes meeting his after they had swept from her long shapely legs to the rosebud of her mouth, wet with saliva from where she had suckled herself.
“And fast asleep after doing his duty giving his wife an obligatory fuck before bedtime I presume,” Andy said, twisting off the muselet on the champagne bottle. Then he eased the cork out skillfully without spilling a drop.
“Are we celebrating something?” Carol said, turning to reach up in a cupboard for two champagne flutes. Once again she was conscious that stretching up exposed the deep divide between the cheeks of her voluptuous bottom and she knew Andy’s gaze would be taking in every inch she revealed. She was not surprised that exposing herself to him turned her on.
“My freedom,” Andy said with a soft laugh.
“Sorry?”
“Val has left me because of that letter I had my solicitors send him,” Andy said. “She’s told me she wants a divorce, packed a bag and climbed into her car, I assume to drive the whole half mile to Ian and Pepper Winston’s house. I expect right now she’s cozily suckling Pepper’s humungous tits with Ian Winston’s cock up her ass.”
“You don’t sound very heartbroken,” Carol said, sipping the champagne which was delicious. Andy might be an unspeakable sexual predator, she thought, but he had good taste.
“I’m not,” he said, smiling at her. “That was why I did it.”
Carol wondered if the orgasm had fried her brains because all she could say again was, “Sorry?”
“I have absolutely zero interest in whether Pepper Winston’s baby is mine or the man in the moon’s, Andy said, grinning at her. “I paid £500 to my solicitor so I could create a huge pile of misery in the Winston household to get my own back on them both for humiliating me. I never intended to ask for paternity testing because the last thing I want getting in the way of my extra-marital activities is to be knee-deep in nappies and baby powder. God, just the thought is revolting,” he said and shuddered theatrically.
“You absolute sod,” Carol said, unable to hide her admiration for Andy’s deviousness. She paused and then asked, “And what about Val?”
“Ian and Pepper are welcome to her,” Andy said, putting his glass down. “She’s become a tight assed bitch who wants romance and flowers and orchestras playing in the background while she gets kissy-faced with another woman. Pepper will give her all the tits and pussy she needs and they’ll live happily ever after. Only not on my money because I shall contest the divorce on the grounds of her infidelity…”
Carol’s eyes widened in shock and surprise. She had no idea Val preferred sex with women, no idea Pepper was Val’s lover, no idea that Ian knew that Pepper and Val were an item. The worst thing was Andy’s statement, and the deviousness of his plan, turned Carol on something wicked and she licked her lips, aware Andy’s eyes took in the way her rapid breathing made her big breasts rise and fall, her nipples ache and trickles of her cream dribble from the lips of her cunt to slide slowly down the inside of her thighs. The room was suddenly supercharged with the scent of her arousal and Andy reacted by putting his glass down on the kitchen counter.
Carol’s breath hitched in her chest as he stepped forward and put his arms round her, his hands cupping her bottom through the robe. His eyes met hers as he bunched the material in his fingers, baring her cheeks as his fingers moved between her legs, sliding into the wetness dripping from her core. He did not kiss her and she did not want him to, needing his mouth on her breasts, suckling her nipples.
She reached up and pulled the robe down to her waist, spilling her voluptuous breasts into Andy’s hungry mouth at the same time as he used the cum from her orgasm to lubricate the middle fingers of each hand and push them past her sphincter muscle, pulling her anus open as far as it would go. The distension sent a thrill of discomfort and intense arousal up Carol’s spine and she bucked in Andy’s arms and climaxed, her body shuddering against Andy’s who ignored her soft whimpers and kept on finger-fucking her over-stretched asshole.
As soon as she stopped trembling, Carol reached down for the buckle of Andy’s belt, pulled it open and ran his flies down. His pants slid down his legs and Carol realized he had gone commando because he expected she would accommodate him. She didn’t know whether to be flattered or annoyed but what he whispered in her ear meant it made no difference.
“Olive oil?”
“In the cupboard,” she said softly.
“Pass it to me, then turn around and brace your hands on the kitchen counter.”
Always obedient, Carol did as Andy instructed. Her bare breasts heaving, aching to be fondled, her legs spread so her cuntlips were so open she felt her cum drip onto the floor, Carol closed her eyes in anticipation, listening to Andy flip the cap off the bottle, then the soft glug as he poured the oil onto his fingers. The next moment she felt the slippery head of his cock at the entrance to her asshole and the stretching started, followed by a delicious feeling of fullness as Andy’s cock traveled slowly along the walls of her rectum until the head was lodged in her bowels.
Carol groaned in ecstasy, loving that Andy knew what she needed was to have her ass fucked hard and he reached round to cup her breasts, the oil on his hands making them delightfully slippery as he kneaded and caressed their soft weight. His fingers closed on her nipples squeezing them harshly which Carol loved and she reached down between her legs, her fingers seeking the bud of her clit to stroke the super-sensitive little organ and in seconds she was climaxing again.
To Carol’s surprise and disappointment, the contractions of her rectum along the length of Andy’s deeply buried prick made him groan and she suddenly felt the rush of his hot, gooey cum into her asshole, his hips spasming against the globes of her ass as he ejaculated.
“Champagne spoil your performance then?” she said drily.
“Ha,” Andy said, his mouth close to her ear. “Just getting warmed up, darling, you’ll see,” and he closed his teeth on the lobe of her ear.
If Carol thought it was amazingly sensual and intense to feel Andy’s cock fuck her ass using the olive oil, she was powerless to do more than stifle her cry of ecstasy by hurriedly cupping her breast and suckling her nipple as she felt Andy resume his sodomy but this time with his cock sliding through the mass of thick sperm overflowing her rectum.
Fireworks went off inside Carol’s brain and her eyes rolled back in her head from the very first powerful thrust that Andy administered to her eager ass. This time his rhythm was forceful and his plunges were hard and fast and unfailingly balls-deep so she felt his glans pushing into the most intimate recesses of her bowels and his huge ballsac slap against her drenched labia at the end of each in-stroke. On the out-strokes, Andy pulled out about three quarters of his pulsing prick from Carol’s sperm-coated rectum before slamming himself to the hilt into her asshole, only to then quickly withdraw and forcefully slide back in again, and again, and again, making her lose herself in the pleasure that exploded in uninterrupted and breathtakingly strong waves from her overstuffed back passage.
For a moment Carol wondered what would happen if Jamie came downstairs and then she decided it really did not matter: he would see what a real man could do to a woman’s ass and the thought was so arousing she bucked and shuddered in orgasm, the tightening of her rectum along the shaft of his prick making Andy powerless to do more than slam his balls up hard against Carol’s pussylips as he stiffened and pumped out a second huge load of hot cum into her bowels.
Of course, once he had withdrawn his cock from her gaping ass, Andy insisted Carol sit down on a chair so her face was level with his still hard cock, now dripping with a mix of cum and lube. Carol knew she really should object when he made her do this but since she enjoyed it so much, what would be the point?
And besides, now that Val was out of the picture, she could set her sights on satisfying Andy’s depraved demands as often as she and he wanted and that, more than anything, was such an arousing thought Carol slurped every inch of Andy’s cock into her mouth and down her throat.
To be continued…
© Alex Barton, 2021