Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2012 20:46:43 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Horseshoe. Part Three.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part Three.

   Peter Black strode up and down his office carpet, dictating scathing
letters to both the agents of the Horseshoe and to Stephen Mattock for the
event that had transpired at the place where he lived. To the first for
letting such a person buy a house there, and the second for reporting it.

   `That second letter we will deliver in person,' Peter Black said to his
secretary, Adrian White, `when we get home. Is that all now? I'm quite
exhausted after this week!'

   `Yes sir,' Adrian replied.

   That's what Peter liked about Adrian. At work, he kept to the outer
appearance of master and servant at all times. While at home, they were
equals, lovers. Alluded to be so by all and sundry, but never proven.

   It was with ill humour that they drove down to the estate that Friday
evening. The journey passed in silence with Peter reading the latest memos
and Adrian waiting to take notes as required. The chauffeur sounded the
horn at the gate and they were quickly passed through.

   Thanking the driver, they exited the car and watched it leave as they
entered their home.

   `What a fucking week,' Peter said, throwing his briefcase onto a chair
in the lounge and slumping down into another as Adrian went to the little
bar and mixed two drinks for them both.

   `You've worked hard this week,' Adrian said, giving Peter his glass and
stroking his hair. Peter grasped the hand and kissed it.

   `Thank you Adrian. You've helped me get through it.'

   `That's what I'm supposed to do,' he said, using the kissed hand to
stroke Peter's face. `Now's the time for you to relax. Have your drink and
I'll go and fix your bath.'

   `No,' Peter said, grasping Adrian's hand and pulling him close, kissing
him, `I'll fix your bath. You've worked much harder than I have this week.'
He pulled him down onto his lap and they kissed each other with much
passion. It wasn't long before they were both naked, on the floor, kissing
each other before turning round to take the erection of each in their
respective mouth's. Licking and sucking upon each other till they both
came, jerking off into each other's mouth and swallowing before licking
themselves clean.

   They shared everything in the house. They slept together in the same
bed, shared the huge bath washing each other. Then dressed in similar
kimonos, would cook their dinner and serving it up on a large platter,
would sit on cushions and serve each other with delicacies from the dish
while drinking their wine.

   After the meal, though still having more wine to drink, would settle
back on the cushions and watch smuggled videos of men with other men while
they fondled and played with each other, reserving their anal pleasures
till they went to bed.

                                                         *

   The other anal pleasure being had that night was by Sven, Klaus being
the recipient on bended knees on the bed and being thoroughly fucked by
Sven. Natasha was the onlooker, knowing that when he'd finished butt
fucking Klaus and peeling off the used condom, she would be required to
finish him off by sucking him till he was clean of his own sperm. The only
consolation to this was that Klaus would then be between her thighs,
licking and nibbling at her clit, giving her an orgasm.

                                                         *

   Stephen Mattock was furious with the letter that Adrian had dropped
through his door from Peter Black. He screwed it up and threw in the
direction of the waste paper basket. He then vented his anger on Margaret,
telling her not to send an invitation to the turd over the way. Too late,
she told him. The invitations had already been delivered, but maybe he
wouldn't come anyway. It still didn't stop his pontificating all through
dinner and even up until the time they went to bed. Alice, still in the
spare room at the back, cringed at the sound of his strident voice,
carrying into the room she was occupying. She cried herself asleep,
thinking of David.

                                                         *

   Vanessa was curled up with a book, reading, but not taking in the
written word. Her thoughts were with Jane Wilson. The body, the breasts,
the thighs and what lay there for her, fantasising as to what could be
between them. She closed the book and let her mind range over the many
scenarios that would culminate in both of them satisfying each other in a
woman's way. Maybe I should start writing books she thought, under another
name of course, of the pleasures of the flesh and she fell asleep thinking
along these lines, the bedside lamp burning throughout the night.

                                                         *

   While in the Wilson's home there was Jane, lying alongside a gently
snoring Jim, was having similar thoughts as to how she would act if she had
the courage to go through it with another woman. What should she do? How
did you do it? Could she? Could she? Playing with her breasts, she finally
went off to sleep.

   Judy too was dreaming and playing with herself, thinking of having Mark
inside of her, but wondering if Karl was as big. Then there were the two
men on the night shift, Carlos and, whatever his name was. They needed
looking into as she furiously began frigging herself to an orgasm before
she fell asleep dreaming of a gang bang.

                                                         *

   They were still partying in number eight. The four of them were sitting
on the floor playing a complicated game of rummy. A bottle of vodka was in
the middle with shot glasses before each of them. When someone declared
rummy, the hand with the least matching cards had to take a shot of vodka,
and also remove a piece of clothing.

   Each had started wearing ten items; a pair of socks being counted as
one. At this stage, Stephen was only wearing a hat. George still had his
pants on. Silvia still had her bra and knickers on, but Celia was losing by
being completely naked. She was the one now vulnerable to forfeits by the
losing all of her clothing. Apart from losing all ten items, she had also
had ten shot glasses of vodka. It was the player to the left that dictated
the forfeit, and when she lost the next hand, to the cheers of the others,
she first had to drink a shot of vodka and await the forfeit as mentioned
by Mike. In spite of the drink he had taken, his prick rose up as he
announced her forfeit.

   `Kiss each love part of the persons present.'

   She hiccupped as she went onto her knees and slowly bent her head and
kissed the top of his prick. She then shuffled round to George, who let his
erection out of his pants for her to kiss. Silvia pulled the gusset away
from her crotch for her to kiss her sex lips before she went and sat back
down to the cheers from them all.

   George lost the next one, and to his dismay, Celia said, after he had
downed his vodka that he had to do the same forfeit she had done. This
meant him kissing the sex of Celia and having to kiss the head of Stevens
cock, which he did, much to the laughter of all before he finished with a
kiss to Silvia's private parts.

   The party changed when Steven lost and Silvia said that he was to fuck
Celia. For an instant, everybody was sober, but then the drink took over
again, and they all laughed as Steven crawled over to Celia, knocking the
bottle over and went between her legs. He looked back at Silvia, who
nodded, so he looked down at Celia who also nodded and opened her legs for
him.

   Without further ado, he pushed himself into her and her legs went up to
allow him full entry. When he was fully inside her and started to fuck,
Silvia beckoned to George and taking off her bra and knickers, lay back on
the floor. George was quickly over and stuck himself into Silvia. So the
party was joined, so to speak. Both men fucking the partner of the
other. When the men had come, spending their load. They staggered to their
feet and went upstairs with Silvia spending the rest of the night with
George, and Steven with Celia.

   Steven, as was his wont, still rose early, but Celia caught hold of
him. Crying out that she loved him more than she loved George, and that it
hurt her that he was with Silvia, but had accepted George because it meant
that she could be close to him. The night that they had just shared was a
dream come true for her, and begged that he take her one more time. She
turned round on the bed, her arse high in the air, her sex showing wide
between her thighs.

   He couldn't resist the proffered opportunity, so he climbed back on the
bed and took her doggie fashion. Holding her hips in his hands, he pushed
his erection inside and fucked her again, thinking that this must be
somewhat like having it off with a man, holding their hips and coming in
from the rear. He came with savage thrusts, wondering if this was what it
was like doing it to a male. He would find out later that it was, but that
was still in the future.

   He went out for his normal run. First the two laps of the estate before
the run down the country lanes. Watched again by Vanessa as he ran round
the estate, also by chance, Judy. She had gone downstairs to get an orange
juice from the fridge and had wandered into the lounge drinking it. She saw
him come out from his house and start his limbering up exercises as he went
round the estate.

   Wow, she thought. Does he want a running mate? She shot upstairs and
donned a pair of shorts and track shoes, plus a tight halter top, and was
back down within three minutes. She was able to get out of the house just
in time to catch him on his second turn round the estate.

   `Can I join you?' she asked, falling into step beside him.

   `By all means. It's four miles if you're up to it,' he replied.

   `No sweat,' Judy answered, mentally gritting her teeth. So the pair of
them jogged off down and through the gate on their four mile run. Mike
liked the idea of having a running mate, especially a female with breasts
like hers that jiggled and bounced about as she ran. Dropping back
slightly, he also liked the way her bum moved inside her shorts. He drew
level with her again, watching her tits and promptly tripped and fell over.

   `Oh Mr Stevens,' Judy cried as she went back to him and knelt down to
look at the graze on his knee.

   `Mike. Call me Mike. Mr Stevens is my father,' he said, looking down the
front of her halter top as she kneeled before him. He liked what he could
see, and would like to see more of them if he could. He leaned back onto
his elbows and cried out again as he sat up again and looked at his
elbow. Some of the skin had been torn and it was bleeding.

  `We'd better call it a day,' Judy said, `I don't have a handkerchief with
me to bind it, so we'd better get back and get that arm and leg seen
to. Here, take my arm.'

   He grasped her arm and let her help him up to his feet. He put his arm
round her shoulder as he hobbled off the road to the side. He stumbled at
the grass edge and fell down, pulling her with him. He twisted his body as
he fell so that he landed on his back with her bouncing on top of him. Used
to being tackled in football by twelve stone brutes, her body was a feather
by comparison, her breasts squashed against his chest.

   Judy giggled as she lay atop of him and gladly accepted his kisses as
they lay at the roadside. As they kissed, she became very aware of his
feelings because she could feel him getting hard beneath her. She wriggled
her hips, evincing a groan from him.

   `Let's move a bit more into the woods,' she whispered into his ear, and
then got up and helped him to stand. Arms around each other, they moved off
the grass and into the trees. As soon as they were out of sight of the
road, they frantically kissed each other as they struggled to undress.

   Breaking off the kissing only to pull the halter top off over her head,
her large breasts springing into view. She quickly dropped her shorts as he
did with his, and with his erection squashed between them, they sank to the
woodland floor and fucked each other.

   Judy was over the moon. With her legs wide open and the great
footballer, Mike Stevens in between them, his hard cock inside of her,
fucking her. Many girls would give their right arms to be in her position
now. She held him tight as he kept thrusting in and out, moving in time
with him and having an orgasm at the same time as she felt him shudder as
he came inside her.

   They got dressed and arm in arm, walked back to the estate. Just before
they got to the gates, they stopped and kissed again, Mike feeling and
giving her breasts a gentle squeeze.

   `Thanks for letting me come with you. The operative word being "come",'
she whispered.

   `It's me that should be thanking you. Thanking you for having me,' he
whispered back as she giggled. They gave each other a final kiss, and then
jogged the last few yards to the gate. Karl let them in and they carried on
to their respective homes.

   Judy gave a wave to Mark who was just knocking at number five. Margaret
answered the door.

   `Good morning Mrs Mattock. These are the keys to number one for Miss
Drupe,' he handed her an envelope, `they've cleaned the place up, and she
can go back in whenever she's ready.'

   `Thank you young man,' she replied, taking the envelope from him, `I'll
tell her.' She closed the door and went into the breakfast room and gave
the keys to Alice. She looked up at Margaret, tears in her eyes, `Must I
go?'

   `Yes dear. You've got to face up to it sometime.' Margaret put her arm
around Alice's shoulder as she saw the tears start to roll down her face.

   Alice said goodbye at the door and thanked Margaret for what she had
done for her and made her way down slowly towards number one, but stopped
at the bottom of the path that led up to the house. She stood there for
several minutes before looking round. She saw Karl watching her from his
office and turned round and went towards the office. Karl got up from his
chair and met her at the door.

   `Hello Miss Alice. Er...glad to see you looking... er...fine,' he
stammered. He blushed as he remembered seeing her naked body, the way her
breasts swung as she ran out of the house and into his arms. `How can I
help you?' he finished up.

   `First I want to thank you for...for looking after me when... when...'

   `It was the least I could do, Miss Alice.'

   `There is one small thing that I would like you to do for me,' she said
in a little voice.

   `You name it, you've got it.' Karl grinned.

   `Would you...would you walk me to the house.'

   `Certainly.' He got his cap and putting it on, escorted her back across
the road and up the path to the front door. Alice hesitated with the keys
in her hand, and then suddenly held them out to Karl.

   `Oh, sorry,' he said, taking them from her and inserting the key,
unlocked the door for her. She watched the door swing open then turned to
Karl.

   `You might think this a little strange, but...but I don't think I could
go in there alone. Could...would you go in first for me, please?' Karl
could see the tears in her eyes, that were also pleading with him to say
yes.

   `Okay Miss Alice. I understand,' he said, and taking her hand, led her
into the foyer. He felt her shudder and stop as she looked at the door of
the room where it happened. He could almost smell her fear of that room and
so he put his arm round her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. Releasing her
and leaving her standing there, he crossed the hall and opened the door and
went in.

   The blinds were up and sunlight shone into the room. His heart had been
hammering inside his chest as he had opened the door, expecting to see
David's almost headless body still lying on the floor. But the room was
clean and spotless, and even smelt clean. He walked into the centre and
looked round back at the open door.

   Alice saw him waiting, so she tentatively walked towards the room, but
stopped at the threshold. Karl walked over and took her hand and led her
into the room. Her grip was tight and she stood very close to him as she
moved around the room with him.

   `Now that wasn't so bad, was it?' he asked as they moved out into the
foyer, and led her to the kitchen. Here, he made her sit down and he made
some coffee and put a cup down in front of her.

   `Where's yours?' she asked.

   `Alice,' he said, taking her hand again, `I can't stay here all day. I'm
supposed to be on duty at the gate. Now I'm just down the drive. If you
need anything, just give us a call and one of us will come running. I'll
look in when the shift changes, okay?'

   `What time will that be?' she sniffled.

   `Eight o'clock. I'll look in then,' he gave her hand another pat and
left her sitting at the table.

   For the rest of the day, in spite of it being Saturday, there was no
further movement within the estate. At eight o'clock, the shift at the gate
changed with Carlos and Antonio taking over. The taxi that brought them,
waited for Mark and Karl, for the return trip back to town. Karl told them
to hang on for a minute while he just looked in to see if Alice was okay
and trotted up to the house and rang the doorbell. Alice opened it and
smiled as she saw him.

   `Come in,' she said, opening the door wider.

   `I can't. The taxi's waiting. I just stopped as I said I would to see if
you are alright.' Tears welled in her eyes as she wrung her hands.

   `I cooked dinner for you. You said you finished at eight, so I got it
ready for you,' she said as she started to cry.

   Karl was very discomfited at her crying like that in the doorway. He
looked back at the gate to see the taxi waiting there. He looked back to
Alice and saw the pleading look in her eyes and made up his mind.

   `Okay. Let me just tell the taxi to go off.' He ran back down to the
gate and briefly explained to Mark. He waved him goodbye and trotted back
up to the house. It was a grateful look he got from Alice as he entered and
she shut the door behind him.

   He not only followed Alice but also his nose, which had detected the
most appetising aroma he had ever had the pleasure to smell. The kitchen
lighting had been turned down low and two candles flickered on the table
that had been laid for two. Her face was flushed as she sat him down and
went to the stove and dished up dinner.

   Karl dabbed his lips with his napkin, politely hiding the small burp
that was caused by him overeating such an excellent meal. Alice did the
coffee and they made small talk as they drank. He then helped with the
washing up, or, rather, he dried the dishes that she passed to him, which
he stacked on the side when dried, then dropped the towel on the side.

   `Alice. That was the most beautiful meal I've ever had, and I thank you
very much,' he said, moving over and giving her a peck on the cheek, `but I
should really be going home now.'

   `No!' Alice cried, flinging her arms round him. `Don't leave me alone
here,' she started to sob. `I don't think I could stay here all night on my
own. Please, please stay.'

   She clung to him, crying on his shoulder, and he couldn't help but put
his arm round her shoulders as she cried. He patted her back and said,
`Okay, okay. But let me make a phone call.'

   `Your wife?' she asked in a small voice as she pulled back from him.

   `No. My mum. She must be getting worried that I haven't shown up
already.'

   Alice followed him into the lounge where he made his call and then
turned, and she went into his arms.

   `I'm sorry to cause you all this trouble, but I just cannot stay here on
my own tonight. I'll make it up to you, I promise,' she said, kissing him
full on the lips which caused quite a stirring in his lower
regions. Without turning off any lights, she dragged him upstairs, and with
rather obscene haste, undressed him and herself, and they got into bed
together.

   Her naked body against his as she kissed him, roused Karl till his prick
couldn't but be felt by Alice as she nestled up close to him. And feel it
she did! Not only with her body, but also with her hand and then her mouth
as she took him in. Sucking and licking him as he moaned under her touches,
until she reared up from the bedclothes and straddled him. Sinking down,
taking his rampant erection inside of her, moaning as she felt his hardness
expand her insides.

   He gasped also as his prick slid up into her, her breasts heaving just
above him. He reached up and massaged them as she moved on his hips. Moving
backwards and forwards, rasping her clit against his pubic hairs, giving
out groans that grew louder as she came to her climax.

   He could feel her wetness dribbling down his legs as she bounced on him,
and he held her hips, arching his back and bucking as he suddenly started
to shoot out his load up inside her.

   She fell across him, her breasts he could feel, squashed against his
chest. Wow, she's some dame he thought.

   `Karl,' she murmured into his chest.

   `Yes honey?' he replied.

   `Go down on me like Dav...Go down on me, please?'

   She moved so that he slipped out of her, and rolled onto her back. He
leant up on his elbow and looked down at her luscious body. Even though he
had just come inside her, and that it was still there, he couldn't resist
the chance to lick at her sex.

   He kissed her lips, then her breasts as he moved his mouth down over her
stomach and then moved in between her thighs. His kisses at first were
tentative, but her groans and movements made him bolder, as he started to
use his tongue to excite her clit and with the odd dart into the vagina.

   Getting settled into the task, he shifted his body and with his fingers,
parted her sex lips and slowly rasped his tongue up and down her soft pink
flesh. Her body started to tremble violently and her thighs gripped his
head as she orgasmed. The sweet liquid filled his mouth as she came. He
kept on licking and sucking as she tugged at his head to free his ears from
between her thighs.

   `Turn round, but don't stop,' she gasped. So with a crab like motion, he
scrabbled round on his knees and she helped him lift his leg over her body
so that he was still licking at her sex, but now she could grab his tool
and take him once again into her mouth.

   It was his turn to gasp as she did so. Taking him in completely, right
up to his balls. It was his first time in a sixty nine position, and tried
to concentrate on his licking as her mouth and tongue sucked on him. It
took him a great effort to keep his knees locked as her mouth moved up and
down on him, resisting the urge to push down, which he knew would choke
her.

   His whole body shook as he came in her mouth and felt with his mouth
that she had also come. He continued to lick her as she did to him, and he
heard her sigh and let him drop free from her mouth. Then he swung back
over from her and moved up and kissed her with his wet mouth. She clung to
him, kissing him as they held each other as they both drifted off to sleep.

   It was full daylight when they awoke, and Karl was surprised that he was
still capable to have the strength to perform again, though at a more
leisurely pace. He couldn't really believe his luck to have this beautiful
naked woman beneath him as he slid in and out of her. Seeing her eyes shine
at every inward thrust, her hands squeezing his ribs every time he moved,
made him slow down. He wanted the moment to last, to keep those eyes
smiling back up at him, but nature took over and he came, shuddering as he
jerked out his load and fell onto those soft full breasts.

   She held him tight with her arms and legs, keeping him tight inside her
while she cradled him, loving the full weight of him atop her. Then the
tears started to flow silently down her cheeks as she thought of David,
gone now forever. Gone now when just two points up on the Stock Exchange
would turn him into a sex machine, ripping her clothes off there in the
office and making violent love to her on the floor. What would she do now?
Would she just take any man now, like the one she was holding in her arms
when she wanted a hard prick inside her?

   Karl, sensing something was wrong, raised his head up and saw the
tears. He pulled out and moved up the bed alongside her and held her in his
arms, crooning words of comfort to her as her sobbing now came out and she
cried. They lay like that, in bed, for the rest of the morning.

   Karl stayed with her till Monday morning.

                                                         *

   By mid morning, the Horseshoe was very quiet in the late spring
sunshine. The pop stars were at their recording studio. Stephen Mattock was
at his empirical office while his wife Margaret was shopping. Peter Black,
M.P. was at his office in Whitehall with his secretary. Football practice
had emptied number eight and Alice kept to her bedroom in number one. Jim
Wilson had taken Judy into town, as she had wanted to do some shopping
while he wanted to buy some books.

   Jane had wandered about the house after they had left. She had made a
perfunctory effort at dusting, but kept drifting back to the lounge window
to gaze at the house opposite. Her mind visualising the fingers of Vanessa
pecking at her typewriter and then pecking and moving over her body. Shall
I or shan't I, the thought constantly coursing through her head every time
she looked over the road.

   Her knees started to tremble when she decided she would go over and she
definitely felt a fluttering in her stomach as she seemed to be forcing her
feet to move as she crossed over, and approached the opposite house. Her
hand shook as she pressed the doorbell and stammered out a greeting when
Vanessa opened the door.

   `Come in, come in,' enthused Vanessa, `just what the doctor ordered. I
needed a break and company for coffee,' ushering Jane in and through to the
kitchen. Jane made a show of having difficulty pulling the chair out from
the table and Vanessa was quick to see it and pull it for her to sit down.

   `Is it the back again?' she asked solicitously. Jane nodded, feeling her
cheeks burn at the lie. `Well let's just have a nice cup of coffee and then
we'll sort you out,' Vanessa bubbled, silently thanking the Gods and quite
sure that there wasn't anything wrong with her back. They chattered
inconsequentially over coffee, Jane in trepidation, Vanessa in exultation
at what was going to shortly happen.

   Vanessa insisted that Jane continued sitting down while she washed up
the two cups and then helped her upstairs to her bedroom. Jane did as she
was told, and undressed to bra and panties and lay face down on the bed
while Vanessa got the oils from the bathroom. She returned to the bedroom
and admonished Jane lying there.

   `Now let's take off that bra! How can I do your back and chest properly
with that on.' Putting down the oils, she straddled Jane and unclipped the
bra and pulled it out from under her. Vanessa then took her own bra off,
the skirt having being discarded whilst in the bathroom. Then with her
hands oiled, started to massage Jane's back and shoulders. With those
fingers pressing and moving over her muscles, Jane couldn't suppress the
groan of pleasure that she felt. Nor could she stop the slow burn in the
pit of her stomach as Vanessa's thighs rubbed the cheeks of her
buttocks. As if reading her mind, Vanessa said, `The cheeks of your bum
could do with some toning up,' as she moved off and prodded them. `Let's
take these panties off and do them next.'

   Without waiting for an answer, Vanessa had moved off the bed and firmly
pulled them down and dropped them on the floor. Jane was glad that Vanessa
couldn't see her face buried in the coverlet as she was sure it had gone a
bright red. Then the oiled hands moved up and down the twin humps, the
fingers kneading the soft flesh down to the crease of her upper thighs. She
gave a little gasp as the fingers slid between them as first she did one
thigh and then the other. Jane could feel herself get wet as those fingers
moved so close to her sex as they moved back and forth, so close but not
quite touching it. She felt a pang of regret when the fingers stopped
moving and were withdrawn.

   `That's enough of the back,' Vanessa said, giving the bottom a light
smack, `now roll over and we'll do the front.' Jane obediently rolled over
onto her back and Vanessa then straddled her thighs again, rubbing some
more oil onto her hands. Jane's eyes were immediately drawn to the large
breasts swaying before her as Vanessa massaged her rib cage, and waited
till the hands started to move over hers before looking up into Vanessa's
eyes. Vanessa saw the look in them and also had seen where they had been
looking before.

   `You can touch them again if you want to,' she said, as she gently kept
her hands moving over Jane's own breasts. Vanessa moved up across the
stomach so that they were closer still to the uplifting hands. Jane gently
rubbed them as they slowly swayed above her. Fingers brushing the nipples
making them rise to hard little knobs.

   `Kiss them Jane,' she said softly, moving forward so that they were just
above Jane's face, and lowering one into the opening mouth. From then, the
massaging was finished and sex took over. Vanessa had no problem in opening
Jane's legs and transporting her into realms of ecstasy. She experienced
orgasms that she had never had before, those lips and fingers lifting her
high and then higher till she felt she would burst. And burst she did in
great shuddering convulsions, her insides on fire and fingertips, toes,
lips and ears all tingling at the same time. Her body was covered in a fine
film of perspiration when Vanessa surfaced and lay beside her, taking her
into her arms, their breasts crushed between them as Jane passionately
kissed Vanessa before fully realising what she was doing. Embarrassed, she
broke off the kisses and lay back on the bed, her thoughts all of a jumble.

   Vanessa, knowing the signs, and being a master with words, soothed her,
allayed her fears that what they were doing was not wrong, but beneficial
to inside turmoil. So good with her words, it wasn't long before Jane was
between her thighs, licking and sucking and eventually bringing Vanessa to
an orgasm of her own. Though not done with the same expertise, but not bad
for a beginner Vanessa thought. Laying Jane back down on her back, Vanessa
gave her a good wipe down with some rough towels, removing the oils prior
to her taking Jane back round the world.

   This started off by gentle kisses on the mouth before moving south,
bringing her to another orgasm before it being reciprocated in the sixty
nine position with Jane being shaken to the core by yet another one.

   It was a weary Jane who staggered back home to a shower and an afternoon
of sleep before her husband and Judy came home.

   For Vanessa, it was a bath where she luxuriated and purred as a cat that
has caught the mouse, letting her mind roam back over the past few hours.

                                                         *

   When Jim and Judy passed through the gates, Judy asked her father to
stop a moment, and she jumped out of the car and went to the gatehouse.

   `Meet me at the back of the house in twenty minutes,' she said quickly
to Mark, `in the woods,' she finished off before dashing back to the car.

   `What was that about?' her father asked.

   `Oh! How was the girl in number one.'

   `And?'

   `Okay, as far as he knows.'

   `Yes that was bad. Poor girl has had it rough,' he said as he drove on
up to their house.

   `But what about him?' Judy retorted as she got out of the car, and not
waiting for an answer, picked up her shopping and went into the house. She
dashed upstairs and quickly got the binoculars out and looked down at the
gatehouse. She saw Mark talking to Karl and watched as he got his cap and
come out of the door to begin a round of the properties. Putting the
glasses back, Judy went to her room and changed her clothes to the least
she could wear and get away with. Also, if they got torn or dirty, it
didn't matter. She suddenly shot into the bathroom and took her birth
control pill that she had forgotten to take that morning.

   Feeling safe now, she went down and strolled out into the garden and
slowly worked her way up to the edge of the trees, and after a quick look
round, stepped through the bushes and into the woods. She looked round and
found a suitable tree to pose against and was ready as she heard Mark come
blundering through the brush.

   He stopped, panting for breath when he saw her, laying against the tree
in a ridiculous pose of one leg up against the bole behind her.

   `You've seen too many movies,' he said, moving close up to her, `posing
like that, but it looks good.' He took her into his arms and kissed her. As
they kissed, their bodies pressed up close to each other, she could feel
his hardness against her stomach.

   `Where can we go,' she asked breathlessly as they broke apart.

   `This way,' he said, taking her hand and pulling her further away from
the house. Within a few minutes they were on the edge of a wheat field
where there was a wide strip of grass between the wheat and the woods.

   `Perfect,' she said, sitting down, waiting for him to join her. With a
quick look round, he sat down beside her and started to try to kiss her.

   `I've not come for kissing,' she said, shrugging him off. She pulled the
halter over her head, baring her breasts. `I've come here for a fuck, so
stop fucking about,' as she undid his belt and helped him off with his
trousers. Judy unclipped her skirt as he took off his pants and lay back
waiting for him. She watched his erection bounce and sway as he got between
her legs and put her hand down to help as he missed with his first stab at
her.

   With his cock in the right place, she lifted her legs and let him slide
into her, moving her bum on the grass for him to get in deeper. It didn't
take him long before he came with much grunting and falling on top of
her. She used her vaginal muscles as much as she could, trying to squeeze
something more out of him to no avail. She lay there passively as he
withdrew and let him kiss and stroke her breasts as some sort of after
play.

   That's the last fuck from me, Judy said to herself. What did I see in
him the first time, she wondered to herself? She pushed him off and got
dressed, ignoring his talk of how he loved her. He didn't stop talking as
he dressed, asking her when could they do it again.

   `When I feel like it,' she hissed furiously as she left him still
struggling with his clothes. She ran back through the trees, crying with
frustration, and because of the tears, went in the wrong direction.

                                                         *

   `My God woman! Aren't you ever satisfied?'

   `Not since I married you,' Margaret snapped back as the chauffeur tooted
the horn for the security gates to be opened. The twenty year difference in
their ages, she the younger, was beginning to show. The bickering continued
from the car into the house.

   `I give you everything you want. This house, your clothes, an unlimited
expense account. A place in society!'

   `What society?' she screamed at him. `We're shut away here in this
fucking wilderness surrounded by cretins. We were society back in
London. We were the couple to be seen with! I was the hostess at any gala's
or functions that we attended! What are we now? Country fucking bloody
cousins, that's what!'

   `The luncheon didn't go smoothly I gather,' Stephen Mattock said looking
into the mirror, smoothing down his hair before going to the drinks
trolley.

   `You're goddam right it didn't! That fucking cow Featheringshaw snubbed
me! Me! The one who brought her into our circle of friends. Friends? I
don't see half of them now. The other half are with her!' She spat out the
last word.

   `Drink this and go and have a bath,' Stephen said, handing her a large
gin and tonic. She took it from him and took a large gulp and, taking it
with her, left the room. He wandered out into the kitchen just in time to
see Judy running across the grass towards the kitchen door. He opened it
just as she arrived.

   `Oh! What are doing here?' Judy gasped out, her hair dishevelled, bits
of grass sticking out of it. Dirt stains on her halter top as well as on
her short skirt.

   `My dear,' he replied smoothly. `I live here. You must be the young lady
from next door.'

   `Oh dear. Oh dear, you must please excuse me. I've just come out of the
woods and I thought this was my house.'

   `You look as though you could do with this,' Stephen said, proffering
the half tumbler of gin and as she took it, he put his hand under her arm
and gently eased her into the kitchen. Judy took a gulp as she entered and
nearly tripped over the step, making her choke on the half-swallowed
mouthful of gin.

   Stephen patted her on the back and helped her into a chair. She sat down
and when the coughing finished, emptied the glass.

   `Would you like another drink?' he asked, very politely. Still trying to
stifle her cough, Judy nodded.

    `Why not come through to my study. It's more comfortable there. `Judy
got up and followed him through the lounge and into his study. He gestured
to a sofa and Judy sat down while he opened a false panel in the bookcase,
which revealed a rather extensive drinks array. Using the optics there, he
poured out two gins and topped them up with tonic and ice from the bucket
that was there. He handed her a glass, which she accepted with a nod.

   `You seem to have been out exploring in the woods,' he said, sitting
down next to her, his arm draped across the back of the sofa, `and seemed
to have met some kind of ungrateful animal?'

   `You can say that again,' she grimaced, taking a healthy swig of her
drink, finishing it.

   `Another?' he enquired mildly.

   `Yes please,' Judy replied, holding out her glass. She lay back into the
sofa, and to try and appear blasé, crossed one leg across her other
knee. On returning with her drink, Stephen couldn't help but notice that
she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath the skirt. Without any appearance
of noticing this fact, passed her the full glass, minus a lot of tonic and
sat down closer to her this time.

   `This ungrateful animal, I take it, didn't act as a gentleman?' he asked
turning closer to her.

   `You can say that again,' Judy repeated herself.

   `I sympathise with you my dear,' his hand moving to rest on her knee,
`the young men of this generation do not know how to behave as a gentleman
should.'

   `You can say that again,' she hiccupped, `I think I've already said that
once'

   `Twice my dear,' he replied, his hand patting her knee but with his hand
coming to rest further up her thigh, `but no matter. I deplore a man who
cannot, when in the presence of such a beautiful young girl, act as a
gentleman should.' He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze.

   `Another one?'

   `Yes please,' she slurred, emptying the glass and holding it out. He
took it from her and refilled it as before.

   `What do you expect from a man?' he asked, putting the full glass into
her hand.

   `Well at least a little kiss and some sort of silly endearment
before...well, you know what I mean.'

   `Judy my dear. May I kiss you and see if I can understand what you
mean?'

   She gave him a wicked grin, `Sure. Why not? You're a gentleman aren't
you?'

   Stephen leaned in closer, his hand still on her thigh, which he gently
stroked as he kissed her on the lips.

    `They're like soft rose petals,' he breathed, and kissed her again. `Oh
to be young again. To taste often such soft lips, sweet lips, lips that
speak volumes about the person that they belong to.'

   `Oooh,' she giggled, `that's what I mean.'

   He leaned forward, and she accepted his kiss again.

   `Then, as a gentleman, I would put my hand upon your breast and ask if
it was permissible.' His hand moved and cupped a breast before she could
reply, and kissed her at the same time.

   `He would then, on your agreement, slip his hand up inside to cup it in
his hand.' This also he did, again kissing her before she could
answer. Keeping the kiss longer, his hand gently moulded her firm breast
for several seconds.

   `Then he would gently ease her upright and considerately help her take
off her top. 'Mesmerised by his smooth talk, she allowed herself to be
pulled upright, and even helped him to do exactly what he`d said. This was
dropped onto the floor as she lay back, not at all self-conscious as he
looked at her naked top.

   `Then the gentleman would gaze stupefied. Yes stupefied at the sight of
the two wondrous mounds that he beheld. He would talk of how proud they
stood out. How beautiful proportioned they were. Only God could make such
wonders for a woman for man to admire.

   I, being a gentleman would then ask permission again, to touch, feel,
caress...and even kiss such wonders of nature. I humbly beg, as a gentleman
as, as...a man, to do the same?'

   Bewildered by the drink, all Judy could do was stare in incomprehension
as to what he was saying, and didn't object when he bent his head and
started to kiss her breasts. The way he nibbled on her nipples and sucked
them, gave her a glow deep down inside her belly. So with this feeling
within her, she let him play with her tits. There was no objection either
when his hand slid further up and under her skirt, and has he kissed her
again, let his fingers find their quarry.

   Judy let her body slide further down into the sofa so that she could
open her legs further to let the questing fingers home in on their
objective. There was no objection either when the clip on her skirt was
released. His mouth and fingers were taking her where no man had ever taken
her before, so there was again no objection when they slid to the
floor. Such was her arousal that she even helped him frantically to get his
trousers off, and couldn't help but grab at his erection and rolling back,
guide it into her.

   Here the older man's experience told, because, as he fell atop of her,
he kept his full weight off her with his hands. Only when he was in
position did he lower his body to slide his full length into the young
nubile body beneath him. Then with an almost robotic precision, he slowly
thrust himself in and out of her.

   With her legs going up, helped him get full penetration. Pushing in till
his lower stomach ground against her mound. Then withdrawing till just the
head of his cock remained inside her, before moving forward again. Slowly
teasing and then filling her with his member. Arching his back, he was able
to force himself deeper than any man had ever done before to Judy, and she
was loving it.

   She was reciprocating by lifting her hips to meet his downward thrusts,
suffering agonies of ecstasy as the head of his cock rasped her clitoris,
gasping for the relief of an orgasm, which wasn't long in coming. Stephen
used his weight to hold her down as she came in a most violent
fashion. This being her first ever orgasm, it was of the most intensive
inner feeling and turmoil that she had ever experienced, and her body
reacted by moving and trying to thrash around with the most erotic and
ecstatic feelings that she had ever had.

   She didn't know, or care, if he had come, but she couldn't wait to
worship that large organ of pleasure, for as soon as he slipped out and
rolled over, she was on her knees, taking him into her mouth and sucking
for all she was worth. It took some effort on his part to pull her up into
his arms, and she didn't stop kissing him till she ran of breath.

   Panting, he held her close, `Darling,' he said, his breath coming in
short gasps, `don't overdo it.'

   Those few words seemed to release her from the grip of sexual
abandonment that she was in, and with a great exhalation of breath, rolled
over onto her back on the floor. Stephen raised himself up his elbow and
looked down as she lay there, her large breasts heaving up and down as she
fought to control her breathing. Her breasts trembling and shivering as she
took in great gulps of air.

   What a wonderful sight, Stephen thought as he looked as this young naked
girl lying alongside him; and what a lucky man am I to have had the chance
to fuck such a creature.

   He shook himself and raised himself up and dragged a Mexican blanket
chair cover down and draped it over her. Not really wanting to cover that
beautiful sight of her naked body, but to preserve the image of being a
gentleman in her eyes.

   `This my dear, is how a gentleman treats his lady. Before, and after,'
he said, stifling his need for more air after this very extensive use of
oxygen and physical exertions. He cuddled her and spoke words that are part
and parcel of a post coital experience.

   He eventually got up and went to mix them another drink, keeping his
back turned for her to get dressed. He turned with the fresh drinks in his
hand, but she was still there lying on the floor. The blanket had been
tossed aside and she lay there with her legs open. He couldn't but admire
her physical attributes there on open display. The wetness visible between
her thighs, the large breasts heaving up and down in time to her heavy
breathing.

   `Fuck me again,' she slurred, `it was so booootiful,' she crooned, and
held up her arms to him. She must be blind, he thought. I've got a paunch
that sags and bags under my eyes, but his cock raised itself up at the
sight below him. He put the two glasses down and lay down beside her, his
rampant erection now laying flat against his stomach. He leaned over and
kissed her.

   `Suck me first,' he whispered into her ear, and she complied. Raising
herself up, she leaned over and took him into her mouth, running her teeth
down his shaft, and then teasing her tongue around the inside of his
foreskin. Her hand grasping the base of his erection and then moving it up
and down as she sucked.

   `Now get up onto it,' he ordered, and reluctantly letting go of him,
raised herself up and swivelled her hips to be astride of him. Then lowered
herself down on and guiding him, taking all of it inside her ready body.

   What a beauty, he thought as she sat astride him, his cock buried deep
up inside of her. Those tits are enough to die for, let alone the vagina
that's holding my cock. God I'm in heaven.

   Those bouncing tits above me and the hot sex sucking me dry as she
bounced up and down on him. With a wild frantic bounce she gave out a low
scream as she orgasmed and fell forward onto his chest. There wasn't any
resistance when he rolled her off onto the floor and got up shakily to his
feet. He hastily dressed in case his wife had heard her last scream, and
helped Judy up and helped her to dress.

   But Margaret never appeared, so it was with some relief that Stephen
drank deep of his gin and tonic and saw that Judy drank some of hers.

   `God, I love you,' she slurred, her eyes not quite focusing.

   `No you don't,' he said in his soothing voice, `you've just had a
wonderful experience. But if you remember this tomorrow, you'll find me
just as accommodating as today, and being a gentleman, will not breathe a
word to anyone. Now I think it's time you went home.'

   As he helped her up, she drained the glass and let him take it from her
and put it on the side. He took her to the front door and gently guided her
towards her own house.

   `Remember me in your dreams' he said quietly as she weaved her way
across the lawns to her own home.

                                                         *