Perverts 'R' Us

Ring-tone Rachel

By Nobody True ( M/f, 1st, oral, cons )

I left the bungalow hurriedly, to the screeching voice of my wife, "…and don't forget the bread and milk."

"Yes dear," I replied, mumbling "fucking bitch" under my breath.

"What was that?" she screeched.

"What was what?"

"What you just said?"

"Nothing. Just 'yes dear.' I mean, I won't dear."

"Hmmm"

After closing the front door quietly I clicked the key fob to unlock the car door. About the only good thing I'd gotten out of my wife after thirty eight years of putting up with her constant nagging was a free disabled vehicle - a two door silver Nissan Micra. Of course it wasn't free. The money was coming out of her disability pension every month, as she constantly reminded me. "If it wasn't for me you wouldn't even have a car"

True, bitch, but then you would never be able to get to the bridge club with your miserable moaning friends three times a week, would you? Or pop round to your sister with her five squawking kids and give her some of your intellectual tongue-lashings.

"Fucking bitch," I whispered under my breath as I quietly closed the car door. "Hello, baby. Let's go for a ride, hmnn?" I said as I started up my only means of escape. "Pay the bills, don't forget this, and don't forget that…" I wouldn't bloody dare, would I? Two hours of freedom from doing the weekly chores.

I've grown into a bitter old man, even more so after taking early retirement. Oh yes, the bitch worked that out OK, didn't she? Once she realized how much they were paying me off, I've never seen a penny of that either. Fucking cow. Oh don't get me wrong, the fantasies have started - like forgetting to put the brakes on the wheelchair, at the top of a long, sloping hill. Even better, take her down to the coast, throw her off the edge of a cliff, and watch her drown. That's what they used to do to witches, didn't they?

I lay awake every night, dreaming up all sorts of crazy ideas just to get some peace. Anyway if it wasn't for this lovely little car, the greenhouse, or even better, the garden shed that fills the full width of the one hundred yard long garden. The path? Don't worry, I've already fixed that. I put down crazy paving and gravel in between so that she can't get down to see what I'm up to. If the bitch only knew about the escape hole, I would be really fucked and completely insane by now. It takes exactly half an hour to do the weekly chores, and one and a half hours of sitting in the park, feeding the ducks.

Freedom. Usually I meet a couple of old work mates to chat to. Today was different. It was pouring down with rain. They never venture out in the rain. I sat on our usual bench that's situated under an old oak tree (the oldest in the park I believe) and throw pieces of bread to the ducks. People were running past, their coats wrapped tightly around them and umbrellas struggling to stay aloft in the wind, staring at me as if I'm stupid. An old man sitting in the park on a day like this. If they only knew.

"Are you OK, Ray?" I turned to see our next door neighbor Betty, with a couple of kids standing either side of her.

"Um yes, I'm fine. Thanks Betty"

"Escaped again?" she giggled.

"Of course," I replied.

"Come on, shift along a bit so we can all sit down." I moved along the bench. Betty sat beside me, the boy sat next to her and the girl sat on the end.

"Who's this then, Betty?"

"Oh sorry Ray, they're Sharon and Lizzy's kids - my grandchildren. They're staying with me over the summer holidays, aren't you?" The boy, aged about six, giggled as she ruffled his hair. "This is Ivor, and that's Rachel."

"Hi," the eleven-year-old blonde-haired girl said as she sat playing with her mobile phone.

"Ivor?"

"Shush, his dad's Welsh" Betty said.

I giggled, "I thought they only liked sheep?"

Betty giggled, Rachel giggled, and the boy stared at me. We sat and chatted a while about the bitch indoors. When all of a sudden my mobile rang, "oh shit" I exclaimed, pulling it out of my pocket and holding it up to my ear. "Yes dear?" No answer, no one there?

Rachel giggled, and held up her mobile phone "its mine" she said as she chatted to one of her friends. I sighed with relief. Betty giggled. The boy still stared.

"I'd better be getting home Betty. I'll see you later, OK?"

After the byes and waves, I walked away towards the car park, pressed the key fob, and got into the car. Just as I closed the cars door the phone went again. I answered it, or tried to. No one there again. Giggling, I looked around to see the girl, Rachel, leaning against a tree, smiling and waving her mobile at me. I smiled back, waving my fist at her in mock anger. She carried on giggling and waved back.

I arrived home to, "Well, did you get everything?" (the screeching had started again)

"Of course"

"I bet you forgot to get my prescription, didn't you?"

"I wouldn't forget that now, would I darling?" I said as I placed the bags down beside her wheelchair for her to rummage through.

"Ok you've managed to get everything. What's in that one?" I stared at her, as she pointed to the carrier bag at my side.

"Oh it's just a gardening magazine and a new light fitting for that lamp you want fixing. You know, the one in your bedroom" Her bedroom. It had been her bedroom for years. The only time I got in there was to fix something. Not that I minded, the converted loft bedroom was one of the other good ideas she'd had.

"Umm" she grumbled, "I suppose you'll be sneaking of to that shed then?"

"That's where I keep my tools, darling"

"Go on, be off with you" she growled. After putting the shopping bags away and making her a cup of tea, I wandered off down the garden between the two greenhouses to my beloved shed. I unlocked the three padlocks (you never know when she might sneak down) and went in, switched on the electric kettle (all mod cons in here, portable TV, radio, bottled gas heater, bench seats, and of course the secreted bottles of whisky - just a tot in my coffee, you understand) paid for out of my monthly allowance. Monthly? It couldn't be weekly, could it? Tight old bitch.

After bolting the door from the inside I peered out through the small window, looking through the greenhouses between the concealing tomato plants and staring towards the back door. All's clear. I opened the shed's side door towards me and lifted the bolt of the secret fence gate, swinging it outwards open.

At the end of all the gardens along here there is a four foot piece of ground and an old beck and another four feet on the other side of the beck. Concealed by six foot fences on either side all the way along to the end of the street, it is a natural little wildlife haven. Some of the garden's fences further along had gates in them, but over the years I've managed to plant spiky bushes all the way along to keep nosy neighbors and kids out and to aid the wildlife, of course. After making my coffee and spending ten precious minutes fixing her bloody lamp, I sat outside on my deck chair, sprinkled seeds for the birds, and settled down, picking up the gardening magazine.

I opened it to the middle pages and stared at the shiny front cover of this month's teen porn magazine. The lithe, firm, tight-bodied eighteen-year-old Lolitas always get me going (got to have some relief some times). I've never even seen a naked woman or girl in real life, not even the bitch indoors. I always had to wait until she was in bed, with curtains drawn and lights off, and that only lasted for four years after we were married.

I slowly turned the pages, finding a nubile redhead with small, firm, pointy tits, pouting tiny mouth, and sparkling green eyes staring back at me. "Hello Jilly" I said as I reached for the button on my trousers and slid the zip slowly down, and then stood, allowing my trousers to fall down around my ankles before sitting back down. Big old hairy bollocks the size of cricket balls rested on the nylon-covered deck chair, with seven inches of thick, semi-hard trouser snake riding them. I slowly stroked it back to life, fumbling and turning the page. There she was, an eighteen-year-old, dream Lolita laying sprawled, legs wide open, puffy red lips, pink innards, hymen intact, clitoris standing at attention, a ginger tuft on a beautifully-formed mound. SPLOOSH. Now she was covered in thick, creamy semen. I turned the page, knowing I'd never see her again. The pages would be stuck together by tomorrow. I turned more pages, finding a tiny, dark-haired girl. "You'll do for later, baby."

After cleaning myself, I locked the shed and wandered slowly back up the garden and into the house to present the old cow with the repaired lamp. "Well, you know where it belongs" she rasps. I do.

After cooking dinner we settled down to watch a bit of TV while she scoffs chocolates (never offers me one) until bedtime, when I locked up and went up to my attic bedroom and sleep soundly.

I awoke to the sound of laughing children. I got up and headed for the dormer window and stared out. Betty's grandchildren were playing on the old swing in her back garden, and the girl Rachel was sitting while the boy pushed her. I smiled and stared. Ivor pushed harder and Rachel lay back, her short skirt rising up with the force of the push, revealing chubby, milky-white thighs. I stared.

She swung backward and Ivor pushed again. Her skirt rose higher, revealing a tiny pink G-string. I stared in awe as she swung back. Ivor pushed again and she lay nearly horizontal, her skirt rising high around her midriff. Her legs opened wide, allowing the wind and air between her legs. I stared mesmerized at her perfectly-formed camel toe as Ivor pushed her back and forth.

My old snake was alive and well in my left palm, slowly getting furiously pumped. I leaned against the window for a closer look, forgetting I was completely naked. Rachel looked up, mouth wide open in shock and stared back. I leaned forward, staring at her at the point of no return. She smiled up at me and leaned further back, opening her legs wider. SPLOOSH. I fell back onto the bed, hands shaking and cock throbbing. I stared at the splooge of spunk on the window pane, slowly sliding down. God, I hadn't cum like that for years.

I lay there for ages, shocked at myself. The mobile phone rang. "Oh fuck, the bitch is up." I stared at the phone, bemused and remembered. I headed for the window, still naked. Rachel stood up on the swing, staring up, the phone in her hand and smiled. Ivor was nowhere in sight. She waved and I waved back. Her hands reached up to the crossbar, pulling her up. Her armpits rested over the bar, and she smiled and stared, trying to lift herself higher.

I opened the side-opening window and leaned out. "Good morning, Rachel."

"Hi Ray."

"Where's Ivor?" I leaned out to see if he was there. My bollocks and cock were now resting over the windowsill in her full view. She stared wide-eyed and mouth open. I reach down to my cock and fumbled, stroking it lightly. "A beauty, isn't it Rachel?" She nodded her head, still staring. "See you later Rachel," I smiled. She was still staring.

I showered and dressed, getting on with the day's chores and humming happily to myself as wicked thoughts of Rachel abounded in my tiny mind until the bitch got out of her coffin.

"What's for breakfast?" she growled.

"Anything you want, my angel."

"I'll have toast."

"Jam or marmalade, my dearest?"

"Either, and don't forget my tea."

"I wouldn't hear of it, light of my life." She stared at me with beady eyes through horn-rimmed glasses.

"You're up to something, you are."

"Me? My dearest, never."

"Don't forget we're going round to Jean's this morning."

"I haven't."

After serving breakfast and cleaning up, we set off to Jean's. The bitch had the passenger seat pushed back against the rear seats and the wheelchair in the boot. She stared as I hummed to myself while driving, thinking about Rachel. We arrived at Jean's. Jean is the bitch's younger sister, a lot younger - a mistake, the bitch always says. Her husband Paul I find as a kind, jovial person. The bitch, however, calls him a no good, smoking, drinking, gambling lazy bum that's never done a day's work in his life. Good on him, I say.

I struggled to get the wheelchair into the small two-up, two-down, terraced house. Their eldest boy Jason gave me a hand. The kids - five of them - two boys, three girls, are canny enough, a bit rough around the edges and street-wise. They seem to escape whenever the wife turns up, and so does Paul. After exchanging pleasantries, Jean went off into the kitchen to make cups of tea.

"So Jason, how's things?"

"Oh, OK I guess, Uncle Ray."

"How are you, Aunty?"

"Mustn't grumble," she said.

"Ah well, that's your age. At least you're still with us, Aunty." I followed Jean into the kitchen, smirking as the bitch scowled at him.

In the kitchen Jean and I giggled. "You must be a saint, Ray, putting up with her all these years."

"Don't be silly, she's the light of my life." Jean stared at me with a quizzical look. "Well she would be if I poured a gallon of petrol over her." Jean just managed to catch the teapot before it hit the floor.

"Eeee Ray, we never thought you felt like that?"

"Are you surprised?" We both giggled. I placed a five-pound note on the sink unit. "Here, share that amongst the kids when we're gone."

"Thanks, Ray." We stayed well over our allotted time. She was going to miss her programs on the telly at this rate.

"Dear, I think it's time we were going," I remarked as I nodded towards the wall clock. Jason gave me a hand to get her back out of the house and into the car.

"Bye, Aunty. We'll see you next week, OK?"

"Thursday. I'll be back round on Thursday," she said as we were pulling off.

"Maybe we should call round and visit you, Aunty?" Jason shouted. The look of shock on her face was priceless. She never said a word all the way home.

After arriving home, I made sandwiches while she rearranged her TV programs. "I'm going to do a bit of gardening, dear" She just nodded.

I strolled down to the shed, locked myself in, poured myself a small whisky, and retrieved the teen porn magazine from the top of the extensive pile hidden under the bench. I went out into my secret wildlife haven and settled down. Old snaky was coming alive, so my button was undone, zip down, and trousers around my ankles. I began to read the short erotic story, slowly stroking snaky to his full length.

"Do you want me to do that for you, Ray?"

"Jesus Christ" I jumped up and fell over, dropping the magazine, the glass tumbler smashed on the hard ground its contents soaking into the grass before me.

"Are you OK, Ray?" came the voice. I was sprawled on the ground, with my trousers wrapped around my shoes.

I looked up as Rachel scrambled over the fence to stand before me. She grabbed my arm, helping me to my feet and led me stumbling back to the chair. I sat in shock as she stared down at me smiling, her eyes riveted on my cock. "Aww, it's going all soft." She knelt in front of me, rested her arms on my thighs, and began to stroke old snaky.

"Rachel, what are you doing?" I said as I tried to pry her fingers from my shaft.

"It's OK, Ray. I've done it before. Not one as big as this, though."

"What? Where's Betty and Ivor?"

"It's OK, they've gone into town shopping and I decided to stay home."

"Ooh Ray, how big does it get? It's so heavy. It's a little monster, isn't it?" As she grasped it firmly in her right hand, fingers and thumb tightly wrapped around the base of the shaft, she started shaking the head to and fro, slapping it against my stomach as it passed.

"Rachel, I don't think you should be doing this."

"It's OK, Ray, I won't tell anyone." She began to rub the head with the palm of her other hand. "Ooh, it's getting bigger. Can I measure it, Ray? Please, Ray?"

"There's a steel ruler in that drawer," I pointed into the shed.

She let go, snaky was at full size, stiff and as hard as iron. She returned to the same position, squeezing her slim body between my legs, holding the ruler in one hand, a tape measure in the other, and placing the ruler gently at the base of my shaft.

"OH WOW! Nearly nine inches long," she exclaimed as I stared at her. Rachel gently removed the ruler and proceeded to wrap the tape measure around the shaft. "Three and three quarters" she moved it up. "Three and a half inches" Then wrapped it tightly, around the engorged head. "Oh WOW, four inches wide!" she exclaimed with glee.

"It's not that big, compared to others" I said.

"What others?" she asked.

"The ones in magazines and on films."

She giggled. "Yes Ray, but they are freaks. They have to take tablets and injections to get it hard, not like this" she giggled as she squeezed my cock tightly.

"Do they, how do you know that?"

"On the internet, it tells you all sorts of things."

"The what?"

"Internet, you know computers."

"Oh, I see, and what else have you seen?"

"Everything. I wish my friends could see this. Can they, Ray?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, do you Rachel?"

"Don't be silly, Ray. They all would want to play with this monster. Can I take some photos, Ray? Please?"

Out came her mobile phone. She picked the ruler back up and rested it against snaky and proceeded to take photos. She wrapped the tape around again and took another, and then held the base of the shaft tightly, taking more photos. She stared at the mobile phone, clicking through the pictures and showing them to me.

"I like that one best, the one with my hand round it. It makes it look even bigger." She grabbed my cock with both hands, squeezing it and trying to throttle it. "OOH Ray, I bet your wife really loves you?"

"I don't think so, Rachel"

"Why, any woman or girl would be proud to have a man with a cock this big?" She started kissing the engorged head.

"Well it's been a long time since we've had any sex."

"Really? Well if you can get it in me, we can have sex, Ray"

"I don't think so, Rachel. You're only a tiny little thing and I wouldn't want to hurt you."

She let go of my cock and stood up, lifted her skirt, pulled the pink G-string to one side, and started rubbing her clit. Two of her fingers slid down and disappeared into her little hole. I stared in awe, as pre-cum streamed out of my cock. She smiled, reached for my hand, and guided it towards her pussy. I stroked her clit gently as she thrust my fingers towards her hole. I slipped the tip of my middle finger into her soaking-wet pussy, surprised when it slipped all the way in.

"Try another one," she said as she adjusted her footing and opened her legs wider. I forced my index finger in to join its companion. She opened her legs wider to accommodate them. Rachel moved around to my right hand side, my fingers still tightly wedged inside her pussy up to the knuckles. She lifted her left knee, resting it on the arm of the deck chair. Her right leg stretched out wide, and leaned forward. Her hands wanked away at my shaft as she licked and kissed the head. My fingers pumped away inside her pussy and my thumb worked vigorously on her clit. She was moaning loudly. The warm feeling of saliva, her tongue, and the inside of her young mouth as she sucked and bobbed up and down, made me groan and ready to explode.

"Rachel, Rachel I'm going to cum." She carried on sucking and slurping, hungrily swallowing as much as she could. She moaned louder as I thrust my fingers deeper inside her pussy. She opened her legs wider as I tried in vain to get three fingers into her pussy and my thumb pressed hard against her clit. Her legs shook in spasms, and the interior walls of her pussy gripped my fingers tightly, holding them deep within her. She fell forwards into my lap, still grasping my semi-hard cock. A gush of cum erupted from within her pussy, and my fingers, hand, and arm were soaking wet as she squealed in ecstasy.

"OH Ray, that was the best I've ever cum."

I removed my fingers and licked them clean. Rachel tried to stand, but her legs buckled under her. Supporting and lifting her onto my knees, she jumped away from me.

"Not now Ray, it won't go in there now."

I giggled, "Rachel, I was only going to cuddle you."

She sighed with relief, "I thought you were going to try and..." She stared down at my cock. I stared, it was hard again. "There's plenty of time, Ray. I'm here for six weeks, and I promise to try and get it in before I go home, only if you promise to…"

"Anything. Promise to what, Rachel?"

"To take photos when it's in."

"I promise with all my heart, Rachel" She smiled. "Rachel, the wife goes out tonight for about four hours, and I was wondering if..."

"I'll have to ask granny, but if not, she's taking Ivor to the dentist tomorrow morning about ten o'clock."

"Oh yes, that's fine, I'll be out here, OK?" She moved towards me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me tenderly on the cheek.

"Ray. I should be going. Granny will be back soon."

"OK, I'll help you back over the fence" I lifted her up and over, watching the tight pink G-string digging into the crease of her arse as she disappeared over the fence. I cleaned myself up, locked the shed and strolled casually up the garden, quietly creeping in, looking into the living room. The old bitch was fast asleep, snoring her head off.

I made a cup of tea with the cold water from the kettle, put a couple of biscuits on the saucer, and quietly placed them on the table beside her, and then proceeded to cook dinner.

I spoke loudly as to wake her, "Dear, dinner will be ready shortly."

She awoke startled and stared at me. "Tea," she rasped out of that horrible, wicked-tongued mouth.

"Another one, are you sure?" She stared at me, and then at the table, at the full teacup and uneaten biscuits. Dinner was ready. I took the tray in to her and placed it down on her lap. "Your favorite - fish in sauce, boiled new potatoes, and garden peas." She stared at it, not saying a word. "Oh you've finished, would you like another cup of tea?"

She nodded as she stuffed the fish into her gob. "Same time as usual tonight?" I asked as I placed a fresh piping-hot cup of tea on her table. She nodded between a mouthful of potatoes. I returned to the kitchen to eat mine as I always did.

At six-thirty PM I was pushing her out the door to the waiting, warmed-up car. I got her in without any hindrance and dropped her off at her club for seven PM. I was home by seven-fifteen, rushed upstairs for a quick shower and waited. I wandered into the garden expecting to see Rachel. Betty was laid out on a sun lounger.

"Having a break, Betty?" I asked.

"Oh, hello Ray. No, just enjoying the evening air. I'd forgotten how tired kids could make you feel. They're inside, showered, ready for bed, and watching a DVD"

"It will do you good to spend some time with them, Betty"

"I know, Ray. Will you do me a favor?"

"Yes Betty, if I can."

"Will you keep an eye out for Rachel tomorrow, as I'm taking Ivor to the dentist?"

"Well, is that all? Of course I will, Betty. She can give me a hand clearing out the shed, if she doesn't mind."

Betty tapped on the window behind her, Rachel and Ivan came running out in their pajamas and I smiled at Rachel, wearing her cream silky PJs.

"Rachel, Ray said you can give him a hand helping him clean out the shed tomorrow."

"Ok granny" she smiled as I winked at her. Ivan just stared. I collected the old bitch from her club at nine o'clock as she waved off her cronies. I gave them the two-fingered salute, behind their backs, of course.

When we arrived home I said, "Tea, darling?"

"And biscuits," she growled.

"Of course, dear." We settled down to watch TV until ten thirty.

"Are you ready for bed, dear?"

"I'll tell you when I'm ready for bed" she growled.

"OK, dear."

"You can drop me off at Miss Maude's in the morning."

"Oh fuck," I muttered. "What time dear?"

"About nine thirty, she's had the decorators in and we've been invited round to inspect it before they get paid. I'll be staying until tea time."

I took the empty crockery into the kitchen and put them into the sink. Placing my hands before me in prayer, "Oh thank you, there is a God after all." She retired to her coffin and I tidied up, securing the bungalow, and retired to my attic room for a long, hard wank and a good night's sleep. I awoke early the next morning, washed, cleaned, and did a bit of general housework. The bitch stirred in her dungeon and entered the living room, sitting in her chariot of fire.

"Good morning my darling, did you sleep well?" as I stood holding her cup and saucer.

She glared "What were you up to last night? There was strange noises coming from up there"

"Strange noises? I never heard a thing. Here's your tea, dear." I said sweetly. "Bloody hell, I can't even have a wank now," I muttered to myself.

"What?" she screeched, as piping hot tea erupted from her mouth.

"What, what?"

She stared, "Just get my things ready"

"They're all ready for you, dear."

"You're up to something, you are. I can't quite put my finger on it, but you are."

I stare at her, bemused. "Another tea, my angel?"

"We haven't time for any more tea. Come on, let's get gone."

I'm going to have that on her memorial plaque, "LET'S GET GONE" - more like, "BE GONE, BITCH!" (did you notice memorial plaque?) Believe me she's going to burn, even if I have to siphon the car's petrol tank.

"Are you ready to go, my angel?" I pushed her out the front door, her handbag tightly grasped in her hands. I then dropped her off at Miss Maud's. Miss Maud, she was still a "miss" alright. No man in his right mind would marry her.

I returned home to find Rachel sitting on the doorstep. "Good morning, Rachel."

"Hi Ray."

"Are you ready for a few hours' hard graft?" I said as I unlocked the door.

"I am if you are, Ray" she giggled.

"Come on in, then." She giggled and followed me inside. "Take a seat, Rachel."

"Ray, can we go down to the shed? It feels a bit strange, being inside."

"Of course, my little angel, after I've dead-locked the front door." I followed her down the garden path, admiring her firm arse inside flimsy white shorts, the small of her back, and the short tee-shirt's hem ending just below her flourishing breasts. I unlocked and opened the shed, retrieving a bottle of whisky from its hiding place, and took a gulp.

Rachel stared. I held out the bottle before her. "Fancy a drop?" She nodded and sipped, coughing a little. "That will put hairs on your chest."

"I don't want hairs on them," she giggled, "I just want them to grow."

"They look OK to me, Rachel" as I stared at her chest. She smiled and lifted the hem of her tee-shirt, revealing small, firm, pointy breasts. Reaching out to stroke them I exclaimed, "Oh Rachel, they're beautiful!" while rubbing both nipples with my thumbs.

"OWW, that one's sore" she squealed as she removed the tee-shirt.

"Sore, did you catch it on the fence yesterday?"

"No silly, it's sore because of Ivor"

"Ivor?"

"Ivor doesn't sleep very well at granny's, so he gets in with me and I comfort him."

"You mean you let him suck your tits? Does he do anything else?"

"NO silly, he's only six and anyway I won't let him."

"You mean he's tried?"

"Yes, he always has a hardon. He sucks and I play with him"

"I wish I'd had a cousin like you when I was a boy."

She giggled and sat on the bench. I joined her and stroked her tits gently, making her nipples hard. She reached over to my left thigh and stroked old snaky. I reached down, unbuttoning my trousers, the zip opening up from the swelling within. Her hand slid inside, grasping my cock tightly and squeezed as I removed my shirt. Raising myself up, she helped me pull my trousers down to my ankles, kicking my shoes off. She then kneeled on the shed floor, pulling them completely off. Rachel stared between my legs, and I opened them wider. Out came her mobile phone, and click, click, click.

She stood, slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, and pushed them down to her ankles and kicked them off. No G-string or panties. Rachel stood before me, her arms behind her back, her chest thrust out, mousy-blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, button nose, and tiny little mouth. She smiled and I smiled as I studied her body - small, firm, pointy breasts, with tiny, hard, red cherries on the ends, a flat belly with a cute belly button, the prominent mound with a tuft of wispy blonde hairs. Her clit was proudly standing erect above chubby lips and white, god she was so white, the color of milk.

"Rachel, you're beautiful."

"Thank you, Ray." I pulled her towards me, my legs between hers and kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back, her tongue darting into my mouth, playing with mine. Her arms rested on my shoulders as she lifted onto my lap. Her pussy rested on my balls, my cock tightly wedged against her clit and my stomach. She smiled.

"Rachel, I want to lick your pussy while you suck my cock."

"Oh yes, I've never done that before."

Laying flat on the bench seats, I helped her lie on top of me, her hands quickly and eagerly grasping my cock. Her mouth sucked the engorged head inside as I opened her legs, staring at the small rosebud arsehole, lifting her thighs and slowly licking her pussy. My tongue snaked down to the prominent hard clit, flicking it gently and rubbing up between her chubby lips, forcing them open towards the pink insides of her hole. My tongue returned to my mouth, savoring the sweet taste. Opening her pussy wide with my thumbs, my tongue struck deep into her hole. She groaned as I forced it in deeper, lapping at the inside walls. My nose was firmly pressed into her rosebud. Rachel moaned louder as I played with her clit.

She pulled away from me, "God Ray, that feels wonderful."

"You like it?"

"Oh yes, is my hole wide enough yet?"

I stared at it. "Not yet, Rachel." She reached her hand behind her and pushed two thin fingers into her pussy. Licking and lubricating my middle and index fingers, they joined hers. With a scissor action, they stretched her inner rim wide as she forced another finger deep inside up to her knuckles, mine joining them. Her thumb pressed on her widening rosebud, slowly sinking in. I stared in awe as my fingers opened and closed within her, her fingers stretching her pussy ever wider.

"Ray, does it look wide enough? I'll have to stop or I'll cum."

"We can only try, Rachel" She jumped down off of me and ran over to the drawer as I stood in anticipation. She fetched the ruler and mobile phone with her and sat on the bench with her back against the shed wall. She placed the phone and ruler on either side of her and opened her legs wide.

I kneeled before her, old snaky pointing directly at her beckoning hole. She slid down, her arse slightly over the edge of the bench, and her knees forced open onto the bench by her elbows. Her hands reached down, opening her pussy lips as three fingers on each hand delved inside and pulled her inner rim wide open.

"It will go in there, Rachel."

"Try now, Ray."

I moved forward, the head resting on her fingers and pushed as she slid her fingers out, her fingertips keeping the rim open. I pushed hard, forcing the four-inch-wide engorged head in between her fingertips. It popped in and she removed her fingers and stared.

"OH WOW Ray, it's in!"

I smiled as she reached for the twelve-inch ruler and mobile phone. The end of the ruler rested against my pelvic bone, the rest along the length of my cock, and the other end resting on her pelvic mound. She took photos, click, click, and click.

"Here Ray, you take some." I do, click, click. She took the phone from me. Pushing harder, I forced more into her, click, click.

"More Rachel?"

"Oh yes Ray."

I held her thighs tightly and thrust hard and deep. Five inches were buried in her pussy, her lips stretched wide open, enveloping my shaft. The ruler fell to the floor. She cried out, "Aaarrgghh Oooouuww," and tears streamed down her face.

"Are you OK, Rachel?"

"OH GOD, RAY!" she exclaimed as she stared down her body, "Don't move it." The phone clicked and clicked. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and watched as she opened and closed her legs. "Pull it back and push it all in, Ray."

"But Rachel…"

"Please Ray, do it now…"

I pulled it back the head held inside by the inner rim. "Are you sure, Rachel?"

She pointed the phone towards her pussy. "It's going to be the best movie anyone's ever seen." I stared at her unsure, my hands gripping her thighs and watched as her breasts rose and fell as she breathed deeply.

"Now, Ray."

I thrust hard, forcing my cock deep inside her pussy as she screamed. I pulled back and pushed harder, and she screamed louder. I pulled back again and pushed again and again. My balls swelled and my cock throbbed. I pulled as far back as possible and thrust deeper inside her. My cock exploded as my pelvic bone crashed against her clit. Rachel was crying and sobbing.

"Rachel, Rachel, are you OK?"

"Please Ray, take it out" she implored between sobs.

I slid it slowly out, trying not to hurt her. The head plopped out, my cock spent. It hung down between my legs as the phone stared at it. She turned the phone on her pussy, still recording. I watched as my cream slid out of her gaping hole and dripped onto the shed floor. Sitting beside her, kissing her forehead and cuddling her sobs away, she switched the recording on and watched with tear-stained eyes. I stared at the phone unbelieving, as feelings of guilt wash over me.

"I'm sorry, Rachel"

"It feels as if it's still inside me, Ray"

"That will wear off after awhile. You should take a bath, Rachel, to relax the muscles and heal the soreness."

"I hope so. I don't think I can walk."

"That's OK, Rachel. I'll carry you"

I quickly got dressed, helping her with her tee-shirt and shorts, unbolted and opened the shed door and carried her up the garden, lifting and leaning her against the four-foot fence that divided our gardens. I carried her to the unlocked back door of her granny's bungalow and into the bathroom, gently sitting her down on a chair. I put the plug in and turned the taps on full.

"Rachel, are you OK?"

"Umm" she said while staring at the phone.

"You're not bleeding or anything, are you?"

She stared between her legs. "No, I don't think so"

The bath was half full with lukewarm water. She removed the tee-shirt and shorts and climbed in, "Ouch"ing as the water touched her sore pussy. I cupped my hand between her legs, scooping water towards her pussy, trying to soothe it.

"Feel nice?" I asked her.

"Mmmm, better."

"Rachel, I'd better go in case Betty comes back early. How will I know if you're OK?"

"I'll constantly play the ring tone in the garden when I'm feeling better and ready to see you again."

I stared down at her. "You want to try again?"

"I told you Ray, I'm here for six weeks" she smiled up at me.

I kissed her gently on the lips. "I'll see you in a couple of days, then." I left her to soak and returned home, showered, changed into clean clothes, and waited until it was time to pick the old bitch up. The phone rang and my cock twitched in anticipation.

"Yes dear, right away dear."

The End