Larry Murphy was surfing the internet, and glancing around furtively every few seconds to make sure nobody was coming his way, when an instant message popped up from Yvonne: Are you free after work?
Yup, typed Larry. Why?
Would you like to come to dinner?
Sure – sounds like fun.
Cool – I’ll see you at about seven-ish then.
The rest of the afternoon passed slowly, and Larry, who had stayed up late the night before, caught himself almost nodding off a couple of times. It had been a slow day. When five o’clock finally arrived, he switched off his computer, left the building, and drove home. He changed into a more casual outfit, watched some television, and then left for Yvonne’s house. He arrived with a couple of minutes to spare, and was let in by Graham.
“Hi!” said Larry. “How are you, Graham?”
“Fine thanks,” said Graham. “Come in, come in. Haven’t seen you in a while – how are Joan and Yvonne’s lessons going?”
“Really well,” said Larry. “Both of them have made wonderful progress in the past month or so. Yvonne in particular is a fantastic student – she could be competition-ready quite soon, I think.”
“Excellent,” said Graham, pleased. “Well, sit yourself down. What can I get you to drink?”
“I seem to recall you’re a Carlsberg man,” said Larry. “One of those would be lovely, thanks.”
“Coming right up,” said Graham. He left the room, and returned a minute later with drinks. “Hey,” he said, with a fierce expression on his face, “what’s this I hear about you having sex with my wife?”
Larry’s face turned pale. “Um, I didn’t … um, well… how did you…?” he stumbled awkwardly.
Then Graham burst out laughing. “Only joking, Larry,” he said. “Yvonne explained the whole thing to me. I’m sure I’d have been aroused too, if I’d been in that situation with someone else’s sexy wife.”
“Oh!” said Larry, relieved. “Well, rest assured it won’t happen again. It was quite a unique and unfortunate combination of circumstances.”
“That’s all right, Larry,” said Graham. He handed Larry his drink. “The ladies are upstairs, by the way. They’ll be down in a minute.”
In fact Joan and Yvonne were having a little chat. “Graham and I are going to talk to Larry about something tonight,” said Yvonne, “but I wanted to tell you first.”
“Mum, you look so serious!” said Joan. “What’s the big deal?”
Yvonne sighed. “Joan, I’m pregnant,” she said.
Joan’s jaw dropped. “Congratulations, Mum!” she exclaimed, and she hugged her mother. “Wow!”
Yvonne smiled as she disengaged. “I’m afraid it’s not quite as straightforward as you think, though. You see, it’s not your father’s.”
Joan stared, stunned. “What?” she cried.
“Keep your voice down, please,” said Yvonne nervously.
“Mum, I can’t believe you had an affair!” said Joan.
“I didn’t,” said Yvonne. “It was an accident.”
“An accident?” echoed Joan. “How do you accidentally have sex with someone? And who was it, anyway?”
“It was Larry,” said Yvonne.
Joan jumped to her feet. “What? Larry?”
“Hush!” said Yvonne. “It was when we drove up to Scarborough. His car got stuck in a muddy field and we had to walk to a B&B. We were soaked when we got there, and there was only one room available, and only one bed in it, so we sort of had to cuddle up naked together.”
“This is unbelievable!” said Joan, pacing up and down in front of her mother. “And what, it just slipped in?”
“Well … Larry was very aroused – and I could hardly blame him for that. So I thought I’d let him masturbate … but it was cold, and I didn’t want him to stop snuggling up to me … so I let him masturbate between my legs. And … yes, it slipped in. Just at the wrong moment.”
“Good grief!” said Joan.
“Yes,” said Yvonne. “And of course it was the wrong time of the month…”
Joan chuckled. “Well Mum, I think that was awfully silly of you, but I suppose I can’t be too judgmental.” She bit her lip. “You see, I have some news of my own.”
“Oh?” said Yvonne. “What’s that?”
Joan sat back down, and looked at her knees. “I’m pregnant too.”
Now it was Yvonne’s turn to jump to her feet. “No!” she said. “You’re only sixteen! I thought you were being careful!”
“I was!” said Joan. “Well, mostly. I can’t take the pill, as you know, but I was making them use condoms, all the time! I was being very good about that. Until … one time…”
Yvonne sighed. “So who was it?” she asked.
Joan hesitated, then said, “Larry.”
Yvonne was speechless for a moment. Then, “I’ll kill him!” she managed.
“Hey, don’t be like that!” said Joan. “It wasn’t his fault.”
“Not his fault?” said Yvonne, raising an eyebrow. “How so?”
“I sneaked into his room while he was asleep,” said Joan. “I was pissed off with him because he wouldn’t have sex with me. I climbed on to him, and … well, he didn’t wake up. But I think he was dreaming about having sex, because he came inside me just before he woke up.”
“Oh my God!” said Yvonne.
Joan giggled. “He was horrified when he realised it was me,” she said.
“I’ll bet he was!” said Yvonne. “That poor man. Joan, that was an awful thing to do. And illegal, I might add.”
Joan nodded. “Well, I’m sorry. But it happened, and I’m pregnant. I confirmed it last week.”
Yvonne sighed. “What a pair we are, Joan. Both pregnant by the same man. And he’s downstairs, and has no idea.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Joan.
“I was planning to go downstairs and tell both Larry and your father right now,” said Yvonne. “Have a rational, adult discussion about the matter with the three of us. Now I think perhaps you should come with me.”
“Dad doesn’t know?” asked Joan in surprise.
“Not yet,” said Yvonne grimly. “I only found out myself this morning. I’ve had irregular periods before, and I hoped this was just an unusually long wait. But the test confirmed it.” She patted her daughter’s knee. “All right then,” she said, “let’s go and face the music.” As Joan stood up, Yvonne looked wryly at her daughter’s buttocks, which were peeping below the hemline of her extremely short dress. “Do you think, perhaps, under the circumstances, a longer dress might be more appropriate?”
Joan pulled a face.
“Never mind,” said Yvonne with a sigh.
Downstairs, Yvonne checked on the casserole she had prepared. The timer was still showing fifteen minutes. She took a deep breath, and went through to the living room. “I have some news,” she said to Larry and Graham. Both men looked up. “I’m pregnant,” she said.
There was a stunned silence, during which Joan stifled a giggle. Then Graham said, “Is it Larry’s?”
“Who else?” said Yvonne, annoyed. “You know what happened, and it’s obviously not yours.”
“Oh God!” said Larry. “Yvonne, I’m so sorry! And Graham! Oh wow!” He put his head in his hands.
“I’m pregnant too, Larry,” said Joan. “It’s also yours.”
Yvonne glared at Joan. Graham exclaimed, “What!”
Larry looked up in horror. “Oh my God!” he said.
“Don’t worry, Larry, she told me how it happened,” said Yvonne. She turned to Graham. “Joan took advantage of Larry in his sleep.”
“Joan!” said Graham, shocked.
“All right, all right,” said Yvonne. “Let’s not post-mortem this thing. I think we simply need to decide what’s to be done.”
Larry placed his hands firmly on his knees, having reached a decision. “I will, of course, be happy to do the honourable thing.”
“What do you mean?” asked Yvonne. “Marry Joan?”
Larry nodded, and Joan burst out laughing.
Yvonne smiled. “That won’t be necessary, Larry. I don’t even expect you to pay child support. This wasn’t your fault.”
“But I will support the baby, if Joan chooses to keep it,” insisted Larry.
Yvonne looked at Joan. “I hadn’t even thought to ask,” said Yvonne.
“I’m keeping it,” said Joan immediately. “I love babies.”
“All right then,” said Yvonne. “I’ll be keeping mine, too.” She looked sharply at Graham, but her husband simply shrugged his shoulders. “No opinions, Graham?”
“Oh, I have a few,” said Graham. “I’m not at all happy at the prospect of having to raise two children that aren’t my own.”
“You don’t have to raise mine,” retorted Joan. “I can do that myself.”
“How?” her father inquired. “Are you going into the workforce at sixteen? Or do you have a boyfriend you haven’t told us about, that will be prepared to raise another man’s child?”
“She doesn’t need to work,” said Larry quietly. “I’ll help out in any way I can.”
“Actually,” said Joan, “I think I want to marry Larry after all.”
Larry looked up at her in surprise. Her parents both looked shocked. “Darling, Larry’s more than twice your age. Don’t make a decision like this based on one unfortunate accident…”
“I don’t think it’s unfortunate,” said Joan defiantly. “I want a baby. And I think Larry will be a good dad.”
“But … do you love him?” asked Graham, perplexed.
Joan shrugged. “I like him. Maybe I could get to love him.”
Larry cleared his throat. “Um, I sort of feel the same way about Joan.”
“Well that’s a splendid basis for a marriage,” remarked Graham wryly.
“It’s absurd,” said Yvonne, frowning. “Isn’t there someone closer to your own age that you’d prefer, Joan?”
Joan shook her head. “All the boys at school are really immature,” she said. “They just want to drink and have sex and play video games. They’re really irresponsible.”
“I’d have to agree,” said Graham, “having met a few of them. Oh, but wait – what about that Robin fellow?”
“Robin Wood?” asked Joan. “Dad, he’s gay!”
“He is?” said Graham.
“Totally,” said Yvonne, nodding. “All right Joan, but don’t you think you’re just too young to be getting married? You’re only sixteen. When the baby comes, you’ll still be sixteen. We can help you raise the baby, and you can still get an education.”
Joan pouted. “I can still get an education with Larry supporting me,” she said. “Can’t I, Larry?”
Larry nodded. “Of course,” he said. He looked thoughtfully at the floor in front of Joan, then started to get up from his chair.
Yvonne held up her hands quickly. “Let’s not rush into anything, okay?” She turned to Graham. “Why don’t we invite Larry to come with us to Scotland? Eight days of camping and sailing – it will be a good opportunity for us all to get to know each other a bit better. Then Larry and Joan can decide if they still want to get married.” She rolled her eyes a little as she said this.
Joan smiled. “Yes, I like that idea,” she said. “Larry, would you like to come with us?”
“I’d love to,” said Larry. “If Graham is okay with it.”
Graham sighed. “All right, I suppose it’s a good idea,” he said.
“But can we both be off work at the same time?” asked Larry.
Yvonne nodded. “Jill can cover your job, and Pam can cover mine. They might have to enlist Andy’s help, but they should be able to manage by now.”
“All right!” said Larry. “So when are we going?”
“In a couple of weeks,” said Yvonne. “We’ll figure out the details after dinner. In the meantime, let’s eat.”
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Two weeks later, Larry was hanging over the front of the Coleman’s sailing boat, staring down into the clear water. “Ooh, a jellyfish!” he said.
He had to admit that sailing so far had been a very pleasant experience. With no sound of a loud motor to disturb the peace, he had simply enjoyed the lapping of the little waves against the hull, and the heat of the sun as it offset the cool breeze blowing across the water. This was their second day on the water – yesterday they had sailed out to a little island halfway across the sea loch, and had a picnic lunch on a flat grassy area overlooking a shingle beach. Nobody else was on the island, and although it was small, it was fun to explore. They had seen seals. It had stayed fine during the morning, but after lunch it had clouded over and begun to rain. Cutting short their expedition, they had returned to the tents and played monopoly while the rain pattered overhead.
Today was beautifully sunny, and warmer than yesterday. Graham had suggested finding an island with a nice secluded beach for a bit of sunbathing. The lack of wind meant that their progress was slow, but by midday they were entering a small inlet, at the end of which was a short stretch of pale sand. Joan grabbed the painter (which as Larry had learned meant the rope attached to the bow), and, as Graham turned the tiller hard to port, leaped from the gunwale into the shallow water. Her white panties flashed beneath an impossibly short skirt whose ragged hem suggested that she had trimmed it with scissors.
They ate lunch, then Joan stripped off her clothes in order to sunbathe. Yvonne half-heartedly objected to this, but all Joan would say was, “It’s only Larry – and he is the father of my baby, after all.” Graham, an avid reader, stripped to his swimming trunks and stretched out on a towel with The Da Vinci Code.
“Aren’t you even going to explore the island first?” asked Yvonne.
“Not while we have this beautiful sunshine,” said Graham. “I need to work on my tan while I have a chance.”
“Suit yourself,” said Yvonne. “But I’m going to explore. Joan darling, won’t you at least put some knickers on? What if a boat goes past?”
“What if it does?” said Joan. “I don’t care if they see me naked.”
“Well you should! At least turn on to your front, if you hear the sound of a motor approaching.” She turned to Larry. “Are you sunbathing? Or do you want to come and explore?”
“I’d like to explore, if you don’t mind some company,” said Larry.
“I don’t mind at all,” said Yvonne. “There’s plenty of island to explore, and it’s always more fun with two.”
They set off up the hill, and after only a few minutes reached the island’s summit. From here they had a great view of the rest of the island, as well as other nearby islands, some hardly more than mounds of dark rock. The mountains on the mainland looked impressive and bleak, and to the west the loch joined the sea, where other, larger islands lurked palely in the haze.
Yvonne and Larry almost walked into a goose’s nest as they tramped through the long grass, but they scurried quickly to one side as the mother goose honked loudly and flapped at them. Descending gradually, they negotiated a small grove of trees and a dense cluster of bushes before emerging on a rocky shoreline at the far end of the island.
“Look!” said Yvonne. “Another beach.”
“So I see,” said Larry. “How do we get down there?” The beach seemed to be bordered on all sides by a rocky cliff, which was not terribly high but nevertheless looked too steep and unsafe to climb down.
“Let’s try over here,” said Yvonne, pointing to the left. She led the way to a place where the grass gave way to rock, which sloped down towards the water’s edge. It soon became apparent, however, that they could not climb down just here. In fact, just here the rocky lip actually overhung the water slightly – Larry could see straight down into the water, where clumps of kelp swayed in time to the rise and fall of the swell at the surface.
“Further along?” suggested Larry.
“If you like,” said Yvonne, taking off her t-shirt. Underneath she was wearing her one-piece swimsuit. “I’m going to jump in right here, and swim around to the beach.”
“It’s a bit of a long way,” said Larry dubiously.
“Don’t be a wimp,” said Yvonne, laughing. She took off her shorts and shoes.
“Are you just going to leave your clothes here?” asked Larry.
“Why, do you think a seagull might make off with them?”
“Well no, but…” began Larry. Then he said, “I left my swimming trunks in my backpack.”
“Then just wear your underpants,” said Yvonne. “Or skinny-dip.” She laughed again. “Or wait here – I don’t mind.” And, with a squeal, she jumped into the water feet-first. A moment later she surfaced. “Ooh, it’s cold!” she exclaimed.
Larry hesitated for a moment, then he started to take off his clothes. When he was down to his boxer shorts, he stepped up to the edge, and performed a near-perfect swan-dive. He entered the water cleanly, and immediately angled upwards. His face was lashed by kelp, which alarmed him – he had not meant to dive so deeply. He surfaced.
“That was a bit risky!” said Yvonne. “You shouldn’t dive headfirst into water this shallow. I know the bottom’s sandy right here, but still!”
The water was very cold. Larry swam briskly to warm himself, but almost immediately he realised something was wrong. “My boxers!” he said, reaching down to his groin. “They’ve come off!”
Yvonne laughed. “Told you you shouldn’t have dived headfirst!”
Larry swam around, looking for his boxer shorts, but he could not see them. “Damn it!” he said. “I can’t see them! They must still be down there somewhere.”
Yvonne laughed again. “Never mind, Larry. I won’t look if I can help it. We’ll just swim round to the beach, then go back and get our clothes.”
“All right,” said Larry, his teeth already chattering. “Come on then.”
They swam around the point, but on the far side they found not the beach they were aiming for, but a series of gently sloping rocks which afforded easy landing access. They swam until they could feel the bottom, then climbed out, Larry keeping his hands over his crotch in order to preserve his modesty. This was particularly necessary since he was enjoying a little too much the sight of Yvonne’s large breasts filling out the top of her swimming costume, and her cold nipples making prominent bumps of their own.
The sun felt very nice after their cold swim, and Yvonne stretched out on the rock to warm as much of herself as possible.
“That sun’s pretty strong,” said Larry, “considering it’s only May.”
“Yup. Strong enough to burn, if you’re not careful. Thank heaven for waterproof sun lotion.”
Larry lay on his back next to Yvonne, taking care to keep his crotch covered. It was not long before the water had evaporated from his skin, and he was beginning to feel pleasantly warm. The rock beneath his back was also warm, although it was hard and not very comfortable. Something else was bothering him, though.
“I seem to have absorbed a lot of sea water, or something,” he said. “I don’t suppose there’s a loo anywhere on this island, is there?”
Yvonne chuckled. “Just go in the sea,” she said. “That’s what I did.”
“You did?” said Larry. He looked around for a more private location, but saw nothing obvious. When he turned back towards Yvonne, she was rubbing her abdomen.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. Then his eyebrows shot up. “Is it … kicking?”
Yvonne snorted. “At two months? You’re joking. No, I just need to go to the loo, that’s all.”
“I thought you’d just been,” said Larry.
“Number two,” said Yvonne. “It’s been … quite a long time.”
“Oh yes?” said Larry. “You’ve been holding it in on purpose again? Have you discovered you enjoy doing big dumps, like Joan?”
Yvonne blushed. “I can kind of see why she likes it,” she said. “It’s actually quite pleasant, once you get over the smell.”
“Well,” said Larry, “don’t let me stop you. It’s a perfect time and place, if you think about it. You could go in your swimsuit, then wash it out in the sea, and neither Graham nor Joan would be any the wiser.”
Yvonne smiled. “Oh, I don’t know…”
“It’s not like you haven’t done it in front of me before,” added Larry.
“True,” said Yvonne. “Oh well, I suppose it is a good opportunity…” She said nothing for a moment, and then let out a little grunt of effort. She raised her knees, and Larry curiously watched the material of her swimsuit between her buttocks as a lump began to form there. The lump grew, and grew, and started to push the elastic away from Yvonne’s skin. She lifted her bottom off the rock, reached down, and tugged the back of her swimsuit downwards, to make more room. Then she settled back down, and continued to push.
The bulge widened, and became more lumpy. As it grew bigger, it started to sag down towards the rock, while Larry moved in to peer more closely at the unfolding events. After a minute or so, the bulge was the size of a misshapen Galia melon. The elastic had begun to depart from Yvonne’s skin again, and Larry could see the poo inside. With Yvonne’s next push, a gap briefly appeared between the poo and her skin, and Larry caught a glimpse of a fresh turd emerging from Yvonne’s anus.
Yvonne stopped pushing, and lay panting for a second. Then she opened her eyes. “What the hell – are you watching me, Larry?”
“Sorry – it’s fascinating,” said Larry, sitting back up. “Have you finished?”
“No,” said Yvonne. “I’m just having a rest.”
“You may want to put some of it round the front,” said Larry. “The back’s getting pretty crowded.”
Yvonne carefully turned over on to her hands and knees. Reaching back with one hand, she started kneading the poo in her swimsuit, forcing it downwards so that her gusset began to bulge with poo.
“Careful!” said Larry. “It’s starting to come out of the side.”
“Oh,” said Yvonne. She pressed against the elasticated seam with a couple of fingers, and clumsily tried to squeeze more poo down over her pussy.
“Hold it – it’s coming out of the other side now,” said Larry. “Do you want me to hold the elastic in place while you work the poo downwards?”
Yvonne hesitated. “Okay,” she said.
Larry smiled, and used both hands to keep the seams of Yvonne’s swimsuit pressed against her skin, while she squished the poo around her buttocks, guiding it downwards so that it slid between her gusset and pussy, and started filling out the front. After a couple of minutes, it was all transferred, leaving the material of her swimsuit clinging stickily to her buttocks, and a huge bulge protruding from her abdomen.
She started to push again, and a new lump immediately formed in the back of her suit. With each successive push, it grew larger and lumpier, until there was so much that it squished together to form a uniform, rounded bulge. When it was almost as large as the bulge in the front, she stopped. “That’s it,” she said.
“Very impressive!” said Larry.
Yvonne slowly stood up, and the twin bulges oozed downwards a little. She smiled, rather embarrassed. “Well, what now? Shall we go around to that beach?”
“You’re not going to swim like that, surely?” asked Larry.
“No, but we could walk around the shoreline,” said Yvonne. She started walking gingerly over the rocks. Larry followed, massaging his erection, his eyes glued to the huge bulge in his colleague’s swimming costume.
They soon arrived at the beach, only to discover that it was rather muddier than it had looked from above. There was a short jump down from the rock on which they stood, and Yvonne went first.
“Oh crap!” she squealed, as she sank to her upper thighs.
“Woah!” said Larry. “That looked pretty solid to me. Is it quicksand?”
Yvonne was struggling to free her legs, but this was only making her sink more quickly. As the sand rose over her bottom and hips, the poo in her swimsuit was pushed upwards, so that it started spreading up around her belly and up her back.
“Give me your hand,” said Larry.
Yvonne did so, but Larry was not able to pull her without falling off the rock he was standing on. “This is no good,” he said. “I’ll just end up in there with you at this rate. Maybe I can find you a branch or something.”
Yvonne looked around. “I can’t see anything!” she said, her voice betraying her fear. “Do something – please, Larry! I’m sinking!”
“Relax,” said Larry soothingly. “You’re not going to sink over your head. That’s a myth – you’ll just sink until you’re as heavy as the quicksand you’ve displaced. Fortunately the tide’s on its way out, so you needn’t worry about getting drowned. Just calm down, and stop struggling.”
“Easy for you to say!” said Yvonne unhappily. The quicksand was now up to her middle. As she wiggled back and forth, the poo in her costume worked its way further and further upwards – it was now forming a long bulge just beneath her breasts. At the back, it was spilling out of the top of her swimsuit.
Larry lowered himself on to the mud, testing it with his feet. It wobbled like jelly as he tapped it. Putting his weight down gently, he started sinking, but not so fast that he could not walk. He had spotted what might be a plank or branch at the far end of the beach, and so he started to walk carefully towards it.
“Where are you going?” asked Yvonne, a note of panic in her voice.
Larry dropped to all fours, and started to crawl – this made him sink less quickly. “I’m going to get that branch, or whatever it is,” he said.
It did not take him long. The plank was rotten and brittle, but it was better than nothing. By the time Larry got back to Yvonne, the poo had been pushed up around her breasts, and was spilling out of her cleavage. The quicksand, or rather quick-mud, was on the same level now as her nipples, which were pressing into a half-inch thick layer of poo.
Larry climbed back on to the rocks, and held out the plank to Yvonne. “Grab this,” he said. When she did so, he braced his feet and pulled. Unfortunately he could not do this and still keep his erection covered, but Yvonne, to her credit, managed to keep her eyes averted.
Slowly but surely, Yvonne rose from the quicksand. Larry pulled and pulled with all of his strength, and had to rest several times, but eventually Yvonne was at a point where she could wiggle one leg free, and then the other. She climbed on to the rocks and sat down next to Larry, almost crying with relief. “Thank you Larry!” she said.
“Don’t … mention it!” he replied breathlessly.
Yvonne wiped at her neck with her hand, and wrinkled her nose as she saw poo on her fingers. “I think I’ll go and wash myself off in the sea,” she said.
She walked down to the water’s edge, and then waded out about twenty feet, at which point she was still just at thigh-depth. “Damn it,” she said, “I’m sinking even here!”
“Just keep moving about,” said Larry.
“I’m going to take my swimsuit off,” she reported. “Turn around!”
Larry dutifully did so, and waited while Yvonne washed herself and rinsed out her costume. Then he heard a squeal, and a splash. He turned back. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
She was floundering about in the water. She got to her feet, naked, and started wading quickly back to the shore, covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other hand. “I got stung!” she said. “There are jellyfish all over the place!”
“Where’s your costume?” asked Larry.
“There was a jellyfish in it!” she said. “It gave me such a shock – I was rinsing it out, then I lifted it out of the water, and there was this jellyfish in it! I dropped it, and then I felt this stinging on my leg, and I looked into the water, and there were all these baby lion’s mane jellyfish around me!”
“Lion’s mane – are those the red ones?”
“With the long tentacles – yes!” said Yvonne. “I’ve never seen so many in one place before.”
“Oh dear – are you badly stung?” asked Larry. He cleared his throat. “I’ve heard that a remedy for jellyfish stings is, um…”
“Yes I’ve heard that too,” snapped Yvonne, climbing back on to the rocks. She sighed. “I suppose it’s worth a try.” She sat down, keeping her breasts and pussy covered. Then she spread her legs apart. “Just there, on my thigh. Can you see?”
Larry nodded. But there was a problem. “I can’t pee with an erection,” he mumbled.
“Why the hell do you have an erection?” Yvonne demanded.
“I’m sorry!” he said. “It’s not intentional. But you’re naked…”
“Just try to think of something else,” she said crossly.
Larry tried, and eventually managed to get himself a bit softer. “All right,” he said. He aimed for the reddish mark on Yvonne’s thigh, but initially misfired.
“Good God, Larry!” gasped Yvonne, as a stream of Larry’s pee hit her belly and trickled down behind her hand over her pussy.
“Oops, sorry,” said Larry, redirecting his aim and hitting the red mark squarely. Then he clenched. “Anywhere else?”
Yvonne paused, then nodded. She moved her hand, while still keeping her nipple covered, so that Larry could see another red mark, just next to her areola. He aimed at her breast, and unclenched. This time he scored a direct hit first time. “Anywhere else?” he asked, playing his stream around the red mark.
Yvonne recoiled as splashback droplets caught her on her cheek and lip. “No, that’s it,” she said.
Larry aimed downwards, and finished off by bathing the mark on her leg again. Then his stream became a trickle, and when it stopped, he shook it. “I suppose we should go back and get our clothes now,” he said.
Yvonne nodded. “Thanks,” she muttered. She got to her feet, taking care not to reveal anything as she did so.
“No need to thank me,” replied Larry. “I know that wasn’t much fun for you.”
The cliff overhanging the rocks on which they stood was almost vertical. There were no obvious means of climbing it that did not involve wickedly sharp handholds and footholds. “We’ll get cut to ribbons if we try to climb up there,” said Larry.
Yvonne nodded. Then she gestured. “The far side of the beach looks a little easier, maybe,” she said. “But I don’t want to get stuck again.”
“Just do what I did, and crawl on your hands and knees,” said Larry. “That worked pretty well.”
“All right,” said Yvonne.
“If you like,” offered Larry, “I’ll follow behind you and make sure you don’t get stuck.”
She snorted. “And have you ogling my arse all the way? No thanks – you can go first.”
“And have you ogling my tackle all the way?” said Larry, grinning.
“All right – we’ll go side by side,” said Yvonne, rolling her eyes. “Just keep your eyes forward.”
They proceeded together across the beach, making steady progress until they reached a place where the mud was firm enough for them to stand up. Looking around, they saw that there was not really any decent place to climb up.
“Do you think we could make it up that bank?” asked Larry. He was pointing to an almost sheer slope of what looked like hard clay, which started on the other side of a buttress of darker and harder rock. A narrow gap of about three feet separated this slope from a small outcrop of rock which protruded from the muddy beach.
“I don’t think so,” said Yvonne doubtfully. Then she furrowed her brow. “What’s that?”
Larry looked up to where she was indicating. “It looks like … a rope? Cool! Must have fallen off a ship.”
“But how did it get up there?”
Larry shrugged. “A storm, maybe? Anyway, I’ll see if I can reach it. Don’t look.” He walked over to the base of the clay slope, and jumped up, trying to catch hold of a tree root that was sticking out about nine feet up. On the second try, he caught it, and with some difficulty managed to pull himself up until he could dig his toes into a small hole in the bank. From here, he managed to clamber up until, standing on the tree root, he could grasp hold of another root, this time at the top of the slope. He climbed up the rest of the slope, then, standing at the top, said, “Ta daa!” Then he quickly covered his crotch with his hands as Yvonne looked up at him.
“Congratulations,” she said. “Can you grab the rope from there? There’s no way I’m going to be able to follow you up without it.”
Larry looked uncertainly at the rope. It was caught in a bush which was growing halfway up the slope. A very thorny-looking bush. Lowering himself down the slope and then dropping into the bush looked like a very painful proposition. “I don’t think so,” he said. “I think maybe I might have to try grabbing it from halfway up the slope.”
He carefully climbed back down until he was hanging by the lower tree root. One end of the rope was dangling from the bush less than four feet away. He tried to reach it with one hand, but it was too difficult to hang on with one hand and grab the rope with the other. He kept missing it by a few inches. Eventually, his arms tired, he gave up and dropped back down beside Yvonne.
“It’s just out of reach,” he said, panting. “I think we’ll just have to find another place.”
“Oh come on,” said Yvonne. “You’re just going to give up? You were so close!”
“You were watching?” he inquired.
“I wasn’t looking at your dangly bits, so don’t look so shocked,” said Yvonne. “What if we cooperate? Maybe I could stand on your shoulders or something.”
“Hey, that would work,” agreed Larry.
“How high off the ground do you think it is?” she asked.
“Not sure. Ten, maybe eleven feet?”
“Well your shoulders are about five feet off the ground, I’d guess, and I’m five foot six,” said Yvonne. “Should be easy.”
But it was not easy. No sooner had they walked to the spot just beneath the rope, when they realised that the ground was far from firm. “Oh crap,” said Larry as his feet sank almost immediately. He hastily pulled them out with a squelching sound. “I’m going to sink like a stone just here, with you on my shoulders.”
“Bother,” sighed Yvonne. “Well, what else can we try?”
Larry looked up at the tree root. “What if I hung on to that root, and you climbed up me… Wait, no, I don’t think I could hang on with both our weights pulling me down.”
Yvonne nodded towards the rocky outcrop next to the slope. “What if you braced your feet against that?”
Larry frowned as he tried to picture Yvonne climbing up him like a ladder from the top of the outcrop. “Sounds like a good way to do my back in.”
“What if you had your back against the slope, and your feet against the rock?” suggested Yvonne. “You could form a sort of L-shape, and I could sit on your legs and reach across to the rope.”
Larry pondered this. “I’m not sure my legs are up to the job,” he said. “Maybe if I can bend my knees…”
“Want to try?”
He nodded. “Why not?” he said. He returned to the bottom of the slope, and jumped up to grasp the root. Turning himself around, he swung his legs up and planted his feet on the outcrop. To his satisfaction, he could bend his knees and still keep his back firmly against the slope, and his feet planted solidly against the rock. “Okay,” he said. “How are you going to get up?”
“I’ll climb the rock,” said Yvonne. This meant using her hands, and Larry smiled as he watched her large breasts swinging and bouncing while she climbed. He also noticed that her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat little triangle. As she reached the top of the rock, he quickly looked away. “All right,” she said, “I’m going to straddle your legs and make my way towards you.”
“Hold on,” said Larry quickly, fearing that his legs would buckle. “I’d really rather you didn’t try sitting on my legs until you can get past my knees.”
Yvonne, her arms now covering her breasts and pussy, frowned. “How do you suggest I accomplish that?” she inquired.
“Put your feet either side of mine,” said Larry, “and then lean forward until you fall against the slope. “Grab the root with your hands, and then lower yourself on to my legs.”
“All right – I think I can manage that,” she said. “Oh for heaven’s sake, Larry.”
“What?”
“Do you have to get so excited?”
“It’s a natural physiological reaction!” said Larry, aggrieved. “Jeez, Yvonne, are you entirely unaware of how good you look?”
Yvonne smiled despite herself. “Well, thank you,” she said. “I’ll just try to ignore it.” She leaned out over the gap, and then grasped the tree root as she fell against the clay slope. Her feet slipped off the rock, and her lower half swung rapidly towards Larry, her pussy brushing over his right knee. Then she collided with him, her left breast squishing into his face, whereupon she lost her grip on the tree root and dropped down into his lap. She gasped as his erection slid up inside her.
“Ow!” said Larry. Unlubed, it had been a slightly painful entry. Also, the sudden landing had been tough on his arms.
“Good grief, Larry, couldn’t you have pointed it somewhere else?” she said in annoyance.
“Not really!” he gasped. “Quick, just grab the rope, if you can – I don’t think I can hold on very long!”
Yvonne tried to dig her toes into the clay, so that she could lift herself off Larry’s penis, but she could find no good purchase.
“Hurry!” said Larry.
“All right all right,” she responded irritably. “I didn’t plan on doing this with your hard-on inside me, though!”
“Nor did I!” gasped Larry, staring in awe at her large breasts, which were just inches from his own chest. They were surprisingly shapely considering Yvonne was a thirty-eight-year-old mother.
Yvonne sighed, and leaned over to the right as far as she could. Her outstretched fingers managed to grab hold of the rope’s frayed end, and she pulled it towards her. She was almost sitting upright again when the rope stuck. She could pull it no farther. “It’s stuck on something,” she said.
“Well can you just hang on to it and swing down on the end of it?” asked Larry. “Then we can pull it down from the beach.”
“No!” said Yvonne. “I’d swing right into those sharp rocks, and then drop down into quicksand! I think not!”
“My arms are dying here,” said Larry. “Can you shake it loose?” He craned his neck to look up at the bush. “It looks like it’s caught on that dead branch. If you can flick it over the end of that branch, you might manage to get it free.”
Yvonne flicked the rope, which caused it to shift along the dead branch by about half an inch. It also caused Yvonne to bounce in Larry’s lap, which meant that his penis slid out a little and then back in again. “Keep flicking it!” he gasped.
She did so, and little by little, the rope travelled along the length of the branch towards its end. Meanwhile, Larry’s erection was sliding in and out of Yvonne’s vagina, which, together with her breasts bouncing up and down in front of him, was bringing him rapidly towards an orgasm.
“Oh God!” he gasped.
“Keep holding on!” said Yvonne. “It’s getting close to the end of the branch.”
“I think I’m about to come!” said Larry.
Yvonne turned to stare at him. “Don’t do that!” she said. “Think of something else.”
“Like what?” said Larry desperately.
“Um, I don’t know. Tell me your thoughts on getting married to Joan. Do you think it’s a good idea? And by that I mean, is it a good idea for her, and for you?”
“Honestly?” said Larry, trying to ignore the burning in his arms, “I don’t think she’ll want to go through with it. Keep flicking, for heaven’s sake – my hands are slipping off this root!”
Yvonne flailed the rope up and down, her arm making a vigorous circular motion. The rope had come to a knot in the branch, and was moving no further. Yvonne increased the vigour of her flailing, and thus the amplitude of her bouncing upon Larry’s erection. “Why do you think that?” she asked.
“Uh … oh … ohhh …. AAHHH … OHHH!” cried Larry, hanging on to the root for dear life. “I just don’t think … she’s all that interested in me…”
“But she’s dying to get married,” said Yvonne. “She told me so herself. She keeps fantasising about her wedding. God knows what she’ll want to wear – the shortest wedding dress in the universe, no doubt.”
This image did not help to cool Larry’s excitement. He tried to think of something else – anything else – while Yvonne’s cunt slid up and down on his erection, but he could tell his climax was getting close … so close…
“And it’ll probably be obscenely low-cut, too,” Yvonne mused. “Of course she’d love it if her nipples accidentally popped out during the exchanging of the vows…”
“AaaaaaAAAAHHHHH!!!” cried Larry, as he shot spurt after spurt of cum up into Yvonne’s vagina. “Sorry!”
She sighed. “Oh really, Larry,” she said. With a final flick, she managed to free the rope, and it fell off the end of the branch. “Got it!” she announced triumphantly. With a few more tugs and flicks, the whole thing came free, along with part of the bush which had broken off.
Then Larry’s hands slipped off the tree root, and they both tumbled down to the mud below. Yvonne picked herself up and brushed mud from her legs. “Well, I suppose I can’t exactly get more pregnant. But thank you, Larry, for your wonderful self-control.”
“Well you just had to talk about Joan in a short wedding dress with her nipples popping out!” said Larry, getting to his feet.
“Oh,” said Yvonne. “Sorry.” Then she remembered to cover her breasts and pussy – but after a moment she dropped her arms. “Oh what’s the use?” she said with a sigh. “You’ve seen everything anyway. So come on – get up there and tie off that rope or something.”
Larry tried to do this, but his arms were so tired that he could no longer pull himself up. “Damn it!” he said, hurling the rope to the ground.
“Just calm down and take five minutes to rest,” said Yvonne. “And talk to me. Don’t worry about what Joan wants, for a moment. I want to know what you want. First of all, do you find her attractive?”
Larry stared at Yvonne. “Hell yes!” he said. “She’s gorgeous – like her mother, I might add. And she’s very sexy, of course, and very sweet when she wants to be. It’s just … she’s got some growing up to do.”
Yvonne nodded. “Yes, like all teenagers she can be a bit sulky and petulant,” she said. “But she’ll grow out of that, Larry.”
“I also worry that she’ll not be a faithful wife,” said Larry. “You know she likes to show herself off to any man she sees.”
“That’s true,” admitted Yvonne. “But there’s a difference between exhibitionism and sluttiness, you know. She and I had a little talk, and it seems that apart from you, she’s actually only had sex with one other person.”
“Really?” said Larry in surprise. “I thought you told me she was very promiscuous?”
“I thought she was,” said Yvonne. “But it turns out it was the same man, on several occasions. I found a pack of birth control pills in her room, but it turns out she only used them for a month, because they gave her acne.”
“So who was it, this man?” asked Larry.
“I can’t tell you,” she said. “I promised Joan. Well, I’ll tell you that it was one of her teachers, but I can’t tell you which one. She made me promise not to take any action against him, which is annoying because really he ought to be sacked. And thrown in jail – she was only fifteen at the time. I just hope to goodness he doesn’t do it with anyone else.”
“Wow,” said Larry. “I imagine, though, that if she threw herself at him the way she did at me, she was probably pretty hard to refuse.”
“Yes, there is that,” Yvonne agreed. “But it’s still no excuse for statutory rape.”
“All right,” said Larry, “I think I’ll try again.”
He jumped up, grabbed the root, and this time he managed to pull himself up. Two minutes later, he was tying the rope to an oak sapling. As Yvonne climbed with her feet, Larry hauled her up by turning around and around, winding the rope around his body. As she neared the top, he walked backwards away from her. Within moments she was standing beside him. He unwrapped the rope from around himself. “Whew!” he said. “We made it.”
They returned to their clothes, put them on, and went back to rejoin Joan and Graham, who were still sunbathing. Graham was fast asleep.
Joan looked up. “You took your time!” she said. “Did you find anything cool?”
“Not really,” said Larry. “We found another beach, but it was nearly all quicksand. Very nasty.”
“Cool!” said Joan. “I’d like to see that!”
“Oh no you don’t,” said Yvonne. “We had a hard enough time getting off that beach.”
“Oh, but I want to see the quicksand! Larry will make sure I don’t get into trouble, won’t you Larry?”
Graham was just waking up. “Who’s in trouble?” he said. “Joan again?”
“Not yet,” said Yvonne. “She wants to go and see a beach that Larry and I found. It’s all quicksand.”
“Sounds dangerous,” said Graham.
“Oh please, Dad!” said Joan. “You can come round in the boat in half an hour and pick me and Larry up.”
Graham looked at his watch. “No, we’d better be heading back,” he said. “There’s not much wind and we’ll be tacking a lot, so I think we should get moving. Come on everyone, let’s pack up.”
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The rest of the holiday was a lot of fun. On their second last night, they went to a local pub for dinner, and Larry and Graham played a few games of pool. Then Joan announced that she was not feeling well, and Yvonne said that she would take her back to the camp site.
“Shall I come back for you in an hour or so?” she asked.
“It’s only a mile,” said Graham. “Larry and I will walk – it’ll be good for us.”
“All right,” said Yvonne.
Three hours later, Larry and Graham were playing darts, and not very well. Both had had a little too much to drink. “Oops!” said Graham, as his dart hit the wall next to the dartboard.
“Maybe we’d better get back,” said Larry.
Graham nodded. “All right. Let’s go then.”
It was dark outside. “Oh heck,” said Graham. “I don’t suppose you have a torch with you?”
“Nope,” said Larry. “We’ll just have to navigate by the stars, I suppose.”
Graham looked skyward. “What stars?”
Larry laughed. “Come on – we’ll just follow the road.”
The streetlights ended after a hundred yards or so, and a hundred yards after that, it was difficult to see much. They could tell when they were walking on tarmac as opposed to grass, however, and it was not long before they saw lights from the camp site. They followed these, but found themselves splashing through a damp ditch.
Graham cursed. “We turned too early, I think,” he said.
After wandering around the camp site for twenty minutes, quite by chance Graham stumbled into his own car. “Oops,” he muttered. Then he felt around, and found a broken wing mirror. “Hey!” he said. “This is my car!”
“Ooh good,” said Larry. “Which way is it facing?”
Graham checked carefully. “Forwards,” he announced. This sent both men into fits of giggles. “All right, all right,” said Graham. “Seriously now. Okay…” He turned and walked towards a dim tent-like shape. “This must be mine and Yvonne’s,” he said. “Yours is over there.” He opened up the zipper and ducked inside. “Hello darling,” he said. “’Fraid I’m a little tipsy. But I can still manage a little rumpy-pumpy if yer up fer it.”
Outside, Larry headed for his own tent, but then he stopped. Over the past few days, Joan had kept inviting him to spend the night in her own tent, but so far he had declined. Tonight, however, he stumbled over to Joan’s tent, unzipped it, and crawled inside. It was pitch dark, so he moved very slowly and carefully. He took off his clothes, and felt around for the top of Joan’s sleeping bag. Joan had actually zipped hers together with a spare, which was what her parents did with theirs, and she had told Larry this in the hope that he would join her one night.
Larry eased himself into the bag, and was delighted to find Joan naked and facing away from him. He snuggled up to her, and his erection pressed between her buttocks. He reached down and slipped a finger inside her, which made her moan softly. Apparently she was not quite as sound asleep as she had pretended to be. After lubricating her labia with her own juices, Larry slid his erection inside her, and started to slowly thrust in and out of her.
As the minutes went by, he increased the speed of his thrusting, and, reaching around her, he grasped her right breast in his hand. He squeezed it while he fucked her, and gently pinched her nipple, and then, with a quiet groan, he shot his sperm into her. Cuddling up to her with his penis still inside her, he quickly fell asleep.
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He awoke to the sound of birds singing. With a smile of recollection, he stroked the naked girl next to him, and rubbed his already-hard erection between her pussy lips. Reaching down, he guided himself inside her again, but she reached back, pulled him out, and directed him instead to her anus. After a slow and careful entry, he buried himself to the hilt in her rectum, and gently fucked her while she moaned quietly. It did not take long for him to reach his climax, and he held her body close as he squirted his semen into her rectum.
“Ugh, darling, couldn’t you have pulled out? You know I hate having your sperm up there.”
Larry froze. That was not Joan’s voice. His penis quickly shrank, and popped out, as he realized he had just had sex with Yvonne … again. “Oh God!” he said. “Yvonne?”
She spun around to face him, her eyes wide. “Larry!” she exclaimed. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I thought this was Joan’s tent!” jabbered Larry. “I swear I didn’t know it was yours! Graham and I must have got turned around last night when we came home!”
She recoiled. “Ugh, your breath! Didn’t you even brush your teeth last night? You stink of beer.”
“I was drunk!” said Larry. “We both were! I was too tired to go hunting for my sponge bag … but anyway, that’s beside the point!”
Yvonne’s face paled. “Where’s Graham?” she asked.
“He went into the other tent,” said Larry. “Oh my God! Joan’s tent!”
Yvonne scrambled out of the sleeping bag, and threw on a t-shirt and a pair of panties. “Get out of there,” she said, “and get dressed!”
Larry hurriedly complied, then he followed Yvonne out of the tent. Then he watched nervously as, without ceremony, Yvonne unzipped Joan’s tent and stuck her head in. “Graham! Joan!” she snapped.
Larry peered past her, and saw Graham blearily opening his eyes. He was cuddled up to Joan’s back, much as Larry had been doing with Yvonne. When he saw Yvonne, he frowned in puzzlement, then looked at the girl he was spooning. “Agh!” he yelled. “Oh no! Oh my God! No!”
Yvonne hissed at him, “Tell me you didn’t have sex with our daughter last night!”
Graham merely looked up at his wife with a tragic expression. At that moment Joan, waking up, turned round and saw her father behind her. She yelped. “Dad! Ugh, gross! That wasn’t you last night, was it?”
Graham bounded from Joan’s tent as if propelled by a rocket. He tugged his jeans on, then he sank to the ground with his head in his hands. “Oh my God,” he said over and over again.
It was an awkward breakfast. Nobody could look anybody else in the eye. Eventually, however, Yvonne put down her plate and said, “Look, this morning was traumatic for us all, and I imagine it will prey on all our minds for some time. But I believe it was an honest mistake, though a very stupid one, on Graham’s and Larry’s part, so I think we should just try to put it behind us.”
“Easy for you to say,” muttered Joan. “You didn’t have to wash your dad’s sperm out of your pussy.”
“Don’t be disgusting, Joan,” said Yvonne.
“Why did you park the car this way around?” demanded Graham. “We always back in! If you’d backed in, we’d have known which tent was which!”
“I’m sorry,” said Yvonne, puzzled. “You’re blaming me for the fact that you got drunk, came home late, and had sex with your daughter?”
Graham subsided sulkily. “I’m just saying I wouldn’t have got confused if the car had been the right way around,” he muttered.
“Might I make a suggestion?” asked Larry.
Yvonne shrugged. “Go ahead.”
“I’m just thinking … might it be best if we cut short our trip, and go home today? In view of … things?”
“I’m not sure that will help much, Larry,” said Yvonne. “Thanks, but a nine-hour car journey spent in uncomfortable silence is going to be intolerable.”
“Maybe,” said Graham, “we need to spend some couple time today. Yvonne and I can go and do something together, and Larry and Joan can spend the day together.”
Joan looked hopefully at Larry, who smiled back at her.
“I think that’s a very good idea,” said Yvonne. “Of course, we only have one car…”
“Joan and I can hang around here, if that’s all right,” said Larry. “We can take a walk along the beach, have a swim … we’ll be fine.”
“All right then,” said Graham. “Do you fancy a trip to Oban, darling?”
Yvonne nodded. “Okay,” she said.
Half an hour later, as soon as Yvonne and Graham had driven away, Joan giggled. “Alone at last!” she said to Larry. “Whatever shall we do?”
“Are you okay?” asked Larry. “I mean, aren’t you a bit freaked out?”
Joan shrugged. “I’m okay,” she said. Then she shuddered. “It was kind of gross, finding out that the man who had sex with me last night was my own dad, but don’t worry – I’m not going to be traumatized for life by it.” Then she grinned slyly at Larry. “But you had sex with Mum, didn’t you? When you thought she was me?”
Larry sighed heavily. “Yes,” he said.
“Well then, I think you need to make it up to me!” said Joan. She scrambled back into her tent, and stripped off her t-shirt and panties. “Come and get me!”
Larry smiled, and followed after her. Stripping off his clothes, he climbed into the sleeping bag with her. “I suppose this is a little overdue,” he said.
“I’ll say!” she replied.
He eased himself into her cunt, and smiled down at her. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he said. Then he sighed. “But terribly young.”
“I’ll get older,” she promised. “But I kind of like the idea of being a young mum.” She wrapped her legs around his back. “Anyway, shut up and fuck me.”
Larry did so, and he groaned with pleasure as he came inside her. As they lay together afterwards, he stroked her hair fondly, and said, “So, you really want to do this marriage thing?”
“That’s not much of a proposal, Larry,” she said in a disapproving tone. “You’ll have to do better than that.”
He chuckled. “I’m not ready to propose yet,” he said. “I’d like to talk about it a bit first.”
“Well I’m sure it’s what I want,” said Joan. “As long as…”
Larry raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“As long as you’ll still let me wear little skirts in public, and flash my panties, and fill my knickers with poo,” she said in a rush.
Larry smiled. “I love that you do those things. Why would I want you to stop?”
Joan sighed happily. “And you won’t mind that other men are lusting after me? You won’t get jealous about me leading them on?”
Larry propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her a little more seriously. “Well,” he said, “I’ll enjoy watching you tease other men, certainly … but I must admit that I do worry…”
“About what?” asked Joan.
“About whether you’ll be a faithful wife,” he said.
Joan pursed her lips. “Of course I’ll be faithful,” she said. But she did not look him in the eye while she said it.
Larry sighed. “If you’re not sure, how can I be?” he asked.
Joan fidgeted. “Larry, I’m dying to be married, and have a baby … but I can’t help feeling a little depressed about the idea of having sex with only one man for the rest of my life. I’m sixteen. I’ll be going to university in a couple of years … and I’m sure I’ll meet lots of guys there who’ll be all over me…” She turned to look at him. “I’ll try, Larry – I’m just trying to be honest.”
Larry nodded. “I can imagine temptation will be laid before you frequently at university,” he said. “But I can’t bear the thought of being cuckolded.”
“Being what?” asked Joan.
“Cuckolded. It’s when your partner’s cheating on you.”
“Oh.” Joan fell silent for a few moments. Then she said, “Maybe we can make a deal.”
Larry looked at her quizzically. “A deal?”
“What if,” she said, “we both get to cheat?”
“An open marriage?” said Larry. “I get the feeling you’d benefit from that a lot more than I would.”
“Perhaps we could limit ourselves, then,” said Joan. “Each of us gets to cheat with just one person.”
Larry pondered this. “You’d be happy with that?” he asked. “Having sex with just me, and one other guy?”
“I think so,” said Joan. “If nothing else, it’ll teach me to be picky.”
“So you don’t have someone in particular in mind?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No – I just want to leave the option open for the future.”
Larry thought about this for a minute. He had had more sexual partners than Joan, to be sure – and she was likely to have boys falling over themselves to get into her panties at university. If she really thought she could limit herself to just one extra-marital affair… Was it worth it for him? He himself had no particular desire to cheat. How would he feel about another man sleeping with his young bride?
“Would you be careful?” he asked. “Make him wear a condom?”
Joan nodded. “Yes,” she said. “I promise.”
Larry sighed. “Just don’t get pregnant by anyone else, okay? Your father’s a big man for taking so well the prospect of raising another man’s child. I’m not sure I could do the same.”
Joan smiled at him. “Then perhaps you’ll have to keep me pregnant yourself,” she said. “I’ll never go on the pill, and you’ll never use a condom. You could get me pregnant again as soon as I’ve given birth.”
“Jeez!” said Larry in alarm. “How many children do you want?”
She giggled. “I was only teasing,” she said. “Don’t worry – I’ll be careful.” Then she poked him in the ribs. “You make sure you do the same, though.”
“Of course,” said Larry. “Not that I really foresee myself getting, or needing, any extra-marital action.”
“Not even with my mum?” she teased.
Larry blushed. “There’s no need to be like that,” he said. “Your mum and I are just colleagues.”
“Colleagues who have had sex twice!” said Joan.
“Three times, actually,” Larry admitted.
“Three?” gasped Joan. “When was the other time?”
“On the island,” said Larry. “It was an accident … oh but good grief, it’s not easy to explain.”
Joan smirked. “Admit it – you totally fancy her,” she said.
Larry shrugged. “She’s gorgeous,” he said. “But not as pretty as you.”
Joan smiled. “But you must have known, surely, that it was her, last night.”
“Honestly, I didn’t!” said Larry. “The two of you have a very similar build, and the same colour hair … from the back, there’s not much to choose between you…”
“Her arse is twice the size of mine!” said Joan.
“It isn’t!” said Larry. “Okay, it’s a little larger … but I was drunk! I just didn’t notice!”
She giggled. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not freaked out or anything. I don’t mind if you have sex with my mum. I’d rather it were her than some strange woman.”
“I’m sure your father would mind,” said Larry. “But anyway, it’s academic because I’m not going to have sex with your mum again. Seriously. I really won’t need anybody but you.”
“Won’t you be lonely while I’m at university?” she asked.
“I don’t know – are you planning to live in student accommodation?” asked Larry in surprise. “Couldn’t you commute?”
“Oh – yes, I suppose so,” said Joan.
“If you lived with other students, you might find it a bit tricky to indulge your favourite pastime.”
Joan grinned. “Filling my knickers, you mean? Yes, that’s true. But there’s a much more important reason for coming home each night.”
“Oh?” said Larry.
“You,” she said, kissing him on the lips.
“Well I’m glad you think so.” He put his arms around her. “So, do you think you could love me?”
“I already do,” she replied simply.
“Really?” He was genuinely surprised by this – and a little sceptical.
“Yes,” she said, her tone sincere. “You’re a good-looking man, and confident, and you don’t tell me what to do, and you let me behave the way I want to behave… Damn it, Larry, you’re perfect for me!”
Her lips were so soft and sweet, so he kissed them again. “Well, perhaps I love you too,” he said. “Or at least, I’m getting there.” He climbed out of the sleeping bag. “Would you like to take a walk? Maybe we can find somewhere secluded, where we can have a bit of fun together. It’s getting a bit stuffy in this tent.”
Joan nodded. “Hey, can we find some quicksand?”
Larry chuckled. “What’s this fascination of yours with quicksand?” he asked.
“I don’t know – it’s mucky, and kind of dangerous … I think it would be exciting to be stuck in quicksand, and sinking, and not be able to get out.”
“Wouldn’t that be frightening?” he asked, puzzled. “Wouldn’t you be afraid of drowning?”
“Not really, because you’d be there to rescue me,” said Joan.
Larry smiled. “Well, I’m not sure whether we’ll be able to find any quicksand around here. To tell you the truth, I was surprised to find it on the island. There was a lot of clay there – I think it mixed with the sand to make a rather nasty combination.”
“Could we take the boat back to the island, then?” suggested Joan.
Larry shook his head. “I’m no sailor,” he said. Then he brightened. “But I’ll bet there’s plenty of deep mud up in the hills behind the camp site. This whole area’s very boggy – lots of peat. I hear animals can sometimes get stuck.”
“Okay!” said Joan. “Hmm, what shall I wear?”
“As little as possible?” ventured Larry innocently.
She giggled. “Sounds good to me! Any suggestions?”
“Hmm. A bikini?”
“Nah,” she said. “That’s not daring at all. This is the seaside. Nobody here would turn a hair if I wandered past them in a bikini.”
“T-shirt and miniskirt, then?” said Larry.
Joan nodded. “I have some very short ones.”
“I noticed,” smiled Larry.
Joan climbed out of the sleeping bag and pulled a pair of white panties on. Then she donned a blue t-shirt which stopped just short of her panties. She rummaged around for a skirt, then she stopped. “I could always go like this,” she said.
Larry’s eyes widened. “That would be … very sexy,” he said.
“That’s settled then.” She giggled, and pulled on a pair of trainers. “Give me a few minutes to brush my teeth and do something with my hair,” she said.
Fifteen minutes later, they set out on their walk, and many heads turned their way before they left the camp site behind them and walked up the narrow path into the hills. Larry was carrying a backpack with sun lotion, insect repellent, water and a packet of Jaffa cakes. Joan was unencumbered, but Larry was enjoying the sight of her tight t-shirt and panty-covered bottom too much to mind that she was not carrying her share. Since she was not wearing a bra, her breasts were bouncing beautifully beneath the t-shirt, and every so often she would flash him.
With the camp site out of sight and far behind them, Larry looked left and right for likely patches of mud. It did not take long – as they reached a low point between two hills, they passed a small pool of stagnant water on the left-hand side of the path. Bordering it was a wide stretch of nearly black mud. Joan giggled and clapped her hands. Skipping to the edge of the mud, she took a large step, and planted her right foot three feet out from where the grass stopped and the mud began.
She sank to her upper thigh so rapidly that she fell over forwards. As she put her hands out in front of her, they sank almost to her shoulders. She squealed, and freed them with only a little struggle. Then she placed her left foot on the mud next to her, and pressed it down with her toes pointed downwards.
She turned to smile at Larry, who skirted around the edge of the pool so that he could look at her from the front. “Very sexy,” he said.
The mud was practically up to Joan’s crotch, but she was not sinking any deeper. “I’ll see if I can get out,” she said. Wiggling her legs in turn, and sitting backwards on to the mud behind her, she actually managed to pull them free, though she gasped as she saw that her shoes were no longer on her feet. “Oh no!” she said. But then she giggled. “Never mind.”
She stepped out further into the mud, which made Larry nervous as he realised he would not be able to reach her from the safety of firm ground. “Careful,” he said.
This time Joan sank past her panties, and she squealed with delight as the mud crept up to her navel and beyond. “Ooh!” she said. “I’m sinking! I really am!”
“I think perhaps you’ve sunk far enough,” said Larry. He came back around to behind her, where he could get closest to her. “Take off your t-shirt and throw one end to me – I’ll pull you out.”
“Why Mr Murphy!” she said. “I do believe you just want to see me topless!” And she laughed.
“That’s merely a fringe benefit,” said Larry with a smile. “Come on, though, you’ve sunk far enough.”
Joan took off her top, and then threw it … but not to Larry. Dismayed, he watched as it landed in the middle of the water.
“What did you do that for?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I didn’t want to make it too easy for you,” she said. “Plus, now I’ll have to go back to the camp site in just my panties, which is a sexy idea I think.”
Larry hurried around in front of her again, so that he could look at her breasts. They were being held high by the mud, but as he watched, her nipples slowly sank below the surface. “All right,” he said, “I’m getting you out.”
He had not worn his t-shirt, since the weather was very warm, so he took off his shorts and lay down on the grassy tussocks at the edge of the mud, leaning out over the muck. He flapped his shorts at Joan. “Here, grab this.”
But Joan could not turn around, nor could she reach back far enough to grab his shorts. But she hardly seemed to care. “Oh God, I’m sinking!” she gasped. “Ohh…”
Larry realised that although her left arm was free, her right was buried in the mud. “Are you … are you masturbating?” he asked incredulously.
“What if I am?” she replied defensively. “I happen to find this very arousing.”
“Arousing?” exclaimed Larry. “Joan, you’re nearly neck deep! Aren’t you scared? I am!”
“Don’t be scared, Larry,” she said. “Just come in and get me out.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to!” he replied. Hurriedly he removed his shoes and socks.
“Ohhh!” she moaned. “Ohhh, yes, OHHHH!!!”
“Does the thought of sinking to your death excite you?” asked Larry in disbelief as he stepped into the mud behind Joan.
Joan was panting. “Kind of,” she said. “But I’m not really worried. I’m only neck deep because I pulled myself downwards. I stopped sinking on my own when the mud was still at my chest.” She freed her right arm and held it up. “Here, grab my arms and pull me backwards.”
Larry sank up to his thighs as he got close enough to take hold of Joan’s arms. “You’re one weird girl,” he said. “But I must admit, I do like that about you.” He leaned backwards, pulling hard on her wrists.
Initially, all that happened was that he pulled himself deeper into the mud. But little by little, and with a great deal of struggling, Joan gradually rose to the surface. She fell on top of Larry, rolled herself over, and threw her arms around him. Surprised, he returned her kiss, and held her near-naked body against his. She pulled down her panties, tossed them on to the grass, and then started fumbling at Larry’s boxer shorts.
Squelching around in the thick mud, they managed to avoid sinking too far while they entwined themselves around each other. Then Larry slid his muddy erection into Joan’s equally muddy vagina, and he fucked her while she slowly sank back down under his weight into the mud. By the time he felt his orgasm approach, the mud had closed over the top of his buttocks and much of his back, and Joan was completely buried except for her face.
“Let me go under,” she gasped.
“What?” said Larry.
“Don’t come inside me … until I’ve gone completely under,” she said. “Then pull me out.”
“You’re crazy!” said Larry. “You could suffocate!”
“Not if you time it right,” she whispered. “I trust you.”
“Jesus!” said Larry. Yet he continued to thrust inside her. Then the mud, oozing in from either side of her face, crept across her cheeks and forehead, then her chin and mouth, then her eyes, and finally her nose.
“Damn it!” said Larry. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He decided to give her just thirty seconds, after which he would pull her out whether he had come or not. But for her sake, he tried. And succeeded, almost exactly half a minute later.
“Oh God oh God!” he groaned, and he climaxed, shooting his sperm deep into her body, which he could no longer see any part of. Then he reached his hand down past her head, cradled it, and pulled it upwards.
Joan took a deep breath. “Wow!” she said. “That was the coolest thing ever! I couldn’t see anything, and I couldn’t hear anything, and all I could feel was you fucking me, and it was like my whole body was just paying attention to that, and then you came, and I felt it, and it made me have an orgasm!”
“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it,” said Larry breathlessly. “I was just about scared shitless.”
She kissed him. “Thank you,” she said. “But you know, if you’d left me down there, I almost wouldn’t have minded.”
He shook his head. “Joan, you’re completely crazy,” he said. “But I feel like a right bastard for doing what I just did. And I really don’t want to do it again. Can we just get out, please?”
“Sure,” she said.
It was quite a struggle, but they managed it in less than ten minutes. As they crawled out, however, a middle-aged couple walked by on the path. They stared at Larry and Joan in amazement, but after a stern glare from Larry they hurried on their way without commenting.
Joan laughed. “Silly old fogies,” she said. “If only they knew how much fun it is!”
“Hmph,” said Larry.
“Poor Larry,” said Joan. “You really didn’t enjoy that, did you?”
“To a certain extent,” he replied. “Not while I was worried you were going to die, though.”
“Oh, I wasn’t in any danger,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I could have pulled my own head out if I’d run out of breath.”
“Hmm,” said Larry. “I’m not so sure. But let’s not dwell on it. Let’s find somewhere where we can get clean. Are you really going to leave your t-shirt out there?” He pointed to where Joan’s t-shirt was still floating on the surface of the water, buoyed up by a pocket of trapped air.
“Yup,” said Joan. “I’d throw my knickers away too, but I want to keep them so I can take a dump in them.”
“Oh!” said Larry. “Well now, there’s something I’ll definitely enjoy.”
They walked to a nearby lochan, where they washed the mud off themselves, and rinsed out their underwear. Having wrung her panties out as hard as she could, Joan put them on, and lost no time in filling them. Larry watched in fascination, as he always did, while the white cotton bulged out to enormous proportions. Pausing for a minute, Joan moved several handfuls of poo to the front of her panties, and then she continued to fill the back.
“Wow,” said Larry. “I can never get tired of seeing that.”
Joan grinned. “Well, I’m going to stop there for now. There’s more to come, but I don’t have a bra with me to stuff, and I lost my shoes in the mud.”
“So where now?” asked Larry. “Back to the camp site? What will you do there? They’ll kick us out if we make a scene.”
“Let’s just continue our walk for the time being,” said Joan. “When we get back to the camp site, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
They lost count of the number of walkers they shocked over the next hour. They stopped under a lonely rowan tree for a snack of water and Jaffa cakes, and then they enjoyed a leisurely stroll back to the camp site, scandalising more walkers along the way. Larry was simultaneously embarrassed and proud to be walking beside a pretty, large-breasted teenage girl who was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, which were bulging on all sides with poo. Every so often, he would reach down and cup the rear bulge with his hand, squishing it slightly upwards into Joan’s buttocks. This always made her giggle.
By the time they reached the camp site, they had their strategy worked out. Joan assumed a look of tragic horror, and, holding her hands over her breasts, she waddled as quickly as she dared towards the ladies’ toilets. Gasps of consternation followed her, but nobody that Larry observed seemed likely to report her.
Late in the afternoon, Graham and Yvonne returned from their day out. They seemed to be in a reasonably good mood. Nothing whatever was said about the previous night’s debacle. After a meal cooked on the camping stove, they played cards for a while, and then went to bed for an early night. Joan sneaked into Larry’s tent soon after her parents had switched out their light, and had anal sex for the first time.
“Oh God!” groaned Larry as his cock slammed in and out of Joan’s rectum. “Joan, will you marry me?”
Joan smiled happily as she felt Larry’s semen surging into her bowels. “Yes, Larry,” she whispered. “I will.”