Gentle on My Mind 2
By wellard94©
Summary: An encounter in the park with a stranger.
Keywords: MF, FF, MFF, violence, consensual, love, older man, illness, cancer, rape, revenge, sister-in-law
Version: 1.01
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER

Although there are elements of fact, the following should be regarded as a piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. 
It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached.

Copyright (C) 2012 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.

Gentle on My Mind

Chapter Two

Sunshine streaming through the window confused me; it didn’t do that in my cottage!  Then as I got my bearings and I remembered where I was and whose bed I was sprawled across, naked.  Sadly I was alone.  The delicious fragrance of bacon cooking downstairs gave me strength to open my eyes and contemplate moving.  A good pee and a hot shower later and I was back close to life again, but I needed a shave!  With a towel wrapped around my waist I headed downstairs.

“Hello sleepyhead!” rang a happy voice from the kitchen.  “I hope you’re as hungry as me.”  Sarah stood in front of the cooker, her short pink cotton robe just reaching below the cheeks of her bottom.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind as she moved eggs, bacon, tomatoes and fried bread in the pan.  As I kissed her neck she shivered.  “Less of that Mister, we need fortifying before we start again!”  I kissed her neck again, patted her bottom and moved to the table.

“It smells delicious, what are you going to have?”  I joked.  A damp tea-cloth suddenly wrapped itself around my head.

“This might all be for me,” Sarah jested.  “But I could just share a little with you if you promise to behave!”  She was already dishing onto two large plates.

She sat alongside but not too close to cramp elbow room as we tucked into a very welcome breakfast.  After the initial pangs of hunger were quelled she spoke first. “Last night was amazing Jack.  In fact yesterday was the best day of my whole life and I know it’s all your fault!”

“That’s the trouble with being so young; perhaps you haven’t had time to enjoy the wicked side of life!” I mumbled in between bites of tomato and bacon.

“I guess you didn’t do at all badly for an old man but are you ready for round two?” she asked, still munching toast and wiping the crumbs from around her lips with her little finger.

“You took advantage of me yesterday,” I said, wiping my plate clean with a piece of toast.  “You sucked an extra ration out of my poor old cock!  I might need more time for a re-fill.”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot the coffee.”  Sarah carried her empty plate to the sink and returned with the percolator.  “I hope it’s not over-done, er the coffee, not your supply!” she murmured putting two mugs onto the table.  “Black or white Jack?”

“With milk for me please, no sugar.”  I pushed my empty plate away.  “That was delicious, thank you lover.”

“Lover; I like that!” Sarah smiled.  “I have to say that I loved every minute of yesterday.  Maybe I have a couple of slightly sore places, but then perhaps you might kiss them better?”

I drank half of my coffee.  “That’s just what I needed.”  I turned to face her.  She followed suit but she opened her knees around mine baring her thighs and pussy.  I raised an eyebrow.  “Great view from the breakfast table!”

She widened her legs and eased her bottom forwards.  “You haven’t finished your breakfast yet old man!” she purred with a sly smile.

They say ‘a nod’s as good as a wink to a blind man’ so I found myself on my knees kissing the lilywhite flesh of her open thighs.  However, kitchen chairs are not great for cunnilingus!  I dropped my towel, slipped my arms under her thighs and heaved her light frame onto my chest.  Luckily the settee was not far to carry her.  I laid her gently down and tugged the belt of her robe undone.  Her nipple was hard and eager, I couldn’t resist sucking it.  Down below my frisky old man was demonstrating his interest by nudging paradise with some eagerness!

I kissed down her body until I found her cool white thighs again; they smelled of soap from her shower.  I looked up, she was watching with a quiet smile, her hand gently holding her breast.  I kissed my way down her thigh, then slowly lifted her leg to kiss behind her knee.  Above me I heard a gasp.  Her head was rolling her head back and she was biting her lip.  I slowly kissed the underside of her thigh.  Sarah was trying to close her legs but I held the ‘spare’ away from the action.  In this position my kisses lead directly to her anus.  

My tongue poked briefly into the tight hole; she gasped and tried to close her legs again.  I held tight and nudged again, lodging my tongue just inside.  Sarah moaned but seemed now to be pushing her backside into my face.  Taking that as approval I did my best to lick as far in as I could reach.  Sarah moaned and held my head.  All I could manage was a random poking with my tiring tongue.  I let go her thigh and bringing my hand to her pussy slid a finger into her tight wet cunt.  Then I quickly swapped the wet finger for my tongue.  My finger slid sweetly into her arse and my tongue latched onto her clitoris.  Sarah’s body went rigid as she screamed to her first gasping orgasm of the day.  She jerked and writhed into my face then slumped back onto the settee with a great sigh.  

After a few moments she murmured “Bloody hell Jack, I give you breakfast and you try to kill me!  That was fucking marvellous; I came so fast, so hard, so deep, so spectacularly.  I can’t describe the exquisite feeling.  Sensations ran prickling right through my whole body and exploded in my belly.”  She pushed my head away.  “Let me come back to earth.  Please go and do something constructive like having a shave or washing up and leave a poor ravaged maiden to find her equilibrium!”

“Any girl who can use a five-syllable word after a shuddering climax must be obeyed”  I joked, closing her legs, kissing her knees and getting up.  My quivering erection caught her attention.  She raised a hand weakly towards my cock, then shook her head and dropped the hand to her side.  “Let’s save that as a reward for doing the dishes” she murmured.

As a protection for my naked delicate region I wrapped the bath towel around my middle again and started gathering dishes.  Naked and staggering slightly Sarah found the stairs and slowly went up to the bathroom.

Concentrating on work soon sent my rampant dick back to sleep.  I had stacked everything and had just finished wiping down when Sarah came downstairs again.  She looked radiant in a bright yellow cotton dress.  “Can we go to your house Jack?  I’d like to see it.  Is it far?”

“Not far, we can walk it easily in about fifteen or twenty minutes.  That OK?”

“Great, that sounds perfect, I could use some exercise – too much lying around is not healthy you know!”  She giggled, spinning round to flare out the dress.  There was nothing beneath it!

My cock was interested but luckily, wrapped in the towel, the growing erection didn’t show.  Heading reluctantly for the stairs I called “I’ll go and find a pair of trousers and a shirt or whatever.”

There was not much in the wardrobe.  I was clearly smaller and slimmer than George had been but I found a pair of jeans that looked hardly worn.  They were a good size smaller than the rest so were maybe bought by mistake.  The jeans were still a bit loose on me but the belt held them up.  I ignored the shirts as they looked more like tents!  There were some t-shirts in a neat stack.  Size didn’t matter so much with them so I slipped on the pale blue one.  I had just pulled it over my head when I heard the doorbell.  Standing still by the door, I listened, hoping Sarah would be able to send the visitor away quickly.

Sarah’s voice rang harshly through the house “What are you doing here?”

A man replied “I thought you might be lonely so I came to keep you company.”  He laughed loudly and I heard Sarah shriek.

“Get away Tony.  I don’t want you here.  Get out!”

The sound of Sarah’s scream and material tearing were enough to get me moving.  As I stumbled hurriedly down the stairs I saw Sarah cowering in a corner of the hall holding her torn dress against her otherwise naked body.  A large burly man was laughing swinging a piece of the yellow material.  I guessed this was the brother-in-law from hell.

“The lady asked you to leave”  I stated assertively as I reached the foot of the stairs.

“Hey, what’s this?  Who’s this old fart, then?” laughed Tony as he turned to face me.  “I think you should be the one to leave, this is a private matter.  Go on, clear off you old git.”  His voice was confident and bullying.  “Get out now before I throw you out in painful pieces.”  He took a small threatening step towards me.

Suddenly my head cleared and an icy calm concentration filled me.  The hallway was narrow, no room for escape.  He lumbered another step closer his left arm reaching for me.  I stayed just out of reach but I could sense his next move as he shifted his weight onto his front foot and his right fist started its long journey towards my head.  I moved inside the arc of his arm.  With my own forward momentum and all my strength I drove my right fist balled so that my middle knuckles formed an arrowhead into the point just below where his ribs joined.  I gave that punch everything, my shoulder and my whole weight drove forward into his chest.

Almost in slow motion I watched my fist disappear, driving his shirt  inside his chest.  His skin stretched around my hand.  I pulled back taking half a turn to my right then swung back hard, slamming my left forearm across his throat.  Before he had time to react I smashed my bare right heel down hard onto his right instep and stepped away watching him carefully.

Tony stood, rocking as he held both walls with his weakly extended arms.  He was gasping for breath.  Tears of pain were pouring down his cheeks as his mouth flapped open and closed.  I stepped forward and saw him wince in expectation as he rocked backwards.  I flicked his buckle open and pulled the belt free of his trousers.  He couldn’t react, he seemed almost grateful that no further pain had been inflicted.  I pushed his trousers and underpants down his legs.  As he tried to turn away from me his feet tangled in the trousers around his ankles and he started to fall away from me.  I kicked hard behind his knees so that he crumpled into a kneeling position, his forehead thumped hard down on the stone floor.  He found enough breath to groan.

Now I could see Sarah, still crouching with the remnants of her dress trying to hide her nakedness.  Her eyes met mine.  I smiled and pretended to wipe the sweat off my brow.  With some apprehension she slowly rose, hiding herself from Tony with the dress and ran up the stairs sobbing.  I couldn’t help admiring her pert bottom as it jiggled behind her.

Tony’s moaning brought my attention back to the battleground.  I wrapped the buckle belt around his left bicep and pulled his arm behind his back.  I looped the free end around his right arm and lopped it round just above the elbow.  Once the belt was cinched tight I pulled off his shoes and extracted the laces.  Luckily they were long enough for my purposes.  I tied a slip knot in one end and dropped the loop over his left thumb pulling it tight and adding a lock knot like a butcher.  I pulled the free end of the lace under Tony’s drooping belly and tied it tight around his other thumb so that his hands were now tight against his sides.

Another slip knot in the other lace went round his balls with the other end I tied tight around his left wrist.  I reckoned he wasn’t likely to go anywhere in a hurry so I went up to see to Sarah.

The bedroom door was closed.  I knocked lightly and called “It’s me Sarah, Jack.  Can I come in?”  I heard movement and the door unlocking.  I turned the handle and eased the door open.  Sarah clutched at my chest sobbing.  I wrapped my arms around her and tried soothing words.  She was inconsolable.  I moved to the bed and sat down with her on my knee and again held her close.  I stroked her hair and began to softly sing “Gentle on My Mind” as slowly as I did last night.

Gradually Sarah became quiet and her grip was less fierce.  I had just sung the line ‘And some other woman's crying to her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone’   when she pushed away and asked
“Jack, is there another woman?  For you I mean.  I’ve been so selfish I didn’t even ask!”

“No Sarah, no-one else for ages.  You’ve nothing to worry about, I’m all yours.”

“Thank you Jack, sorry I stopped your sweet song.  What about Tony?  What should we do? Should we call the police?”

“That’s up to you Sarah.  If we call them the whole thing gets taken over.  He gets a sharp lawyer and you end up being publicly blamed for everything.”  Did the strictly law-abiding Jack Wellard really just say that?

She looked at me.  “So what can we do?”

“Just about anything you like, he’s trussed up like a Christmas turkey at the moment.  Shall we go and check?” I said; standing and putting Sarah on her feet.  “Get some clothes on and come down.”

I could see that Tony hadn’t moved.  He was breathing, actually sobbing; his head still on the floor.  His bare backside waved towards the kitchen.

“Who are you?  What the fuck have you done to me?” he slurred.

“You raped Sarah.  You came back to do it again”  I stated loudly close to his ear.

“The bitch is lying.  She wanted it, she loved it.  I know she wanted it again” he spluttered into the floor.  I hadn’t realised that Sarah was now standing behind me and had heard every word.

“The lying bastard.  The evil lying fucking bastard, I’ll cut off his filthy cock and stuff it up his arse, see how he likes it!”  Sarah stomped to the kitchen.  I hurried after her and wrapped my arms around her from behind before she reached the knife drawer.

“Ssssshh” I whispered.  “Don’t get the knife.  Bring the old garden besom, the one like a witch’s broomstick.  I saw it outside when I parked my bike.”  I let her go.  Fortunately she obeyed.

I picked up the largest carving knife and returned to Tony.  Kneeling alongside him I warned fiercely “Time to repent old son!  So, before she carves off your little treasure have you anything to say that might change her mind?”

Tony wriggled and caused himself more pain. “No, fuck off whoever you are!  She’ll never do it” he mumbled defiantly.

I moved close to his ear again.  “She may not, but you’ve seen what I can do.  Ready to change that bad attitude before it’s too late?”  I grabbed a handful of his hair and lifted his head showing him the large blade.  I tapped it on the floor so he could hear the steely ring of its long blade. “Maybe we should invite your wife and see whether she agrees with you or with Sarah?”

He started sobbing “No, please no.  Don’t bring her into it.”

Sarah, listening to all this picked up the phone.  She held to Tony’s ear so he could hear the dialling tone.  “Are you going to invite June or shall I do it?” she asked venomously.

“No, no, no,” was the anguished reply from the floor.

I waved Sarah into the kitchen then said to Tony “We’re going to have a coffee.  We’ll see what you want when we come back.”

I closed the kitchen door firmly.  Sarah already had the kettle on and was busy arranging cups as I gently wrapped my arms around from behind.  She leaned back against me.  “I’m sorry about this Jack.  Just think . . if you hadn’t been here . .” she shuddered and I held her closer.

“Sshsh, it’s OK Sarah.  I am here and I’m not leaving.  Let’s have this coffee and think how to deal with this idiot.”

Sarah turned in my arms, stretched up and kissed my cheek. “Thank you Jack.  That’s all I seem to say isn’t it?  You brought me back to life yesterday and you really saved it again today.  Thank you so much.”  Her shoulders dropped and she looking forlorn.  Then she pulled herself together, smiled weakly and got busy with the coffee making.

Despite the angry situation I actually enjoyed the coffee and the home-made fruit cake.  Sarah also seemed more composed as we sat hip to hip looking out of the window.

“What’s your sister-in-law like?”  I enquired.

“June?  She’s great.  Similar age to Tony, probably early 50’s but you’d never know it.  She’s a bit taller than me with a little more flesh.  Just different class really, not a bit like him,” she nodded her head towards the door.  “I get on really well with her when he’s not around.  I don’t think he likes June to see me, maybe because of the first rape.  Perhaps he’s afraid I’ll let something slip.”  She sipped her coffee, holding her hands around the mug.  “Do you really think should we call her?”

I took her hand, warm from the hot cup.  “She probably has more loyalty to Tony and might be inclined to take his side so that may not actually be a good plan just yet.  However, Tony does seem scared of her finding out so we can keep pretending even though we may not actually call her.”

Sarah picked up the empty cups and plates and took them to the sink.  She came back and stood next to me as I sat on the kitchen chair.  I wrapped an arm around waist as she kissed the top of my head.  “Thank you Jack.  God, if you hadn’t been here . .” she shuddered.

“Hey, don’t think about it,” I said as I nuzzled my face into her breast.  Her hand pulled me closer.  I dropped the arm I held behind her and lifted her skirt, sliding my hand all the way to her bottom.  My fingers slid under the elastic of her panties and caressed her cheeks.

“Jack!”  Her abrupt tone caused me to think she was about to tell me to stop.  “Jack, I know this may sound bizarre but I feel incredibly horny!  Can you believe that?”  She pulled my face away from her breast, looked into my eager eyes, then lifted her dress and pressed my face to her panty-clad groin.  “Take them off Jack. Please get those fucking knickers off and lick my aching cunt again!”  Such language, what excitement!

The panties dropped in a micro-second.  I pushed her back onto the table as I sat between her open legs, her feet over my back.  My tongue went straight to her juicy lips delving deep, lapping hard.  She pushed her pussy hard against me, opening her thighs to give me maximum access.  I couldn’t take much more; my jaw was aching as also were my balls!  I opened my borrowed jeans pulled out my cock stood up and inserted it in what I would like to describe as one fluid movement.  In truth there a fair amount of fumbling but the result was the same – my stiff penis was embedded deep into Sarah’s pussy!

I held it as steadily as possible while Sarah writhed and bucked through her vivid orgasm.  I kept old cocky deep inside as she recovered; kissing and caressing her legs which were still extended to my shoulders. 

Gradually I felt her inner muscles activate.  It was delightful just standing there being internally sucked off by this delicious pussy!  Sarah seemed to enjoy it too as she became even more excited and less controlled.  Eventually she cried out “Just fuck me Jack, ah, ah, ah.”  She seemed eager to let Tony know what was going on as she gasped loudly to every thrust I made.

“More, further, harder Jack!  I’m coming and I want your spunk deep inside my belly!” she exalted me to find further, hotter places. Suddenly, with hardly any warning I erupted much more than usual, more spunk than for many years.  I could feel it flowing almost like the old days.  Each pulse was excruciating ecstasy.  I lifted her bottom off the table to ensure that I filled every part of her.

Sarah was flopped back, completely relaxed.  I couldn’t bring myself to remove my cock and disturb her bliss so I stayed lodged inside, shrinking delightfully slowly as I regained my breath.  Eventually the soft remains of my erection only just about plugged her entrance.  I looked up and enjoyed Sarah’s beaming smile.  “Thank you, Jack, lovely Jack.”  Her hands came to her crutch, one gently held my flagging member the other capped her pussy.  “I’m not letting go of your cock or your sperm.  My pussy’s never been so full.  You must have found this crazy situation exciting too!”

I stood quietly enjoying the sight, feeling and fragrance of this beautiful woman.  “Jack, you’ve got a very satisfied smile on your face!  Are you as happy as me?  Silly me, I almost said fulfilled but it might have come out as filled-full as me!”  Sarah beamed the same satisfied smile I was feeling.  I was glowing, she was glowing, we really didn’t want this to end.

A loud groaning and shout from the hall broke the spell. “Shit, I’d forgotten about scumball out there!” I said, gloomily closing my zip.

Sarah smiled serenely.  “I don’t want to see him again.  Shut the door.  Just get rid of him.  I want to drift here on this cloud and let your sperm soak into my body.”

I tightened my borrowed belt and pulled on the now crumpled tee-shirt.  I kissed Sarah’s soft lips then opened the door, looking back I saw Sarah on the kitchen table, smiling one hand clasped tightly over her vagina.  I closed the door firmly behind me.

Tony’s hairy arse greeted me!  He was still trussed up and looking distinctly uncomfortable.  “I need to piss,” he grumbled urgently trying to look round for me.  I pulled the trousers and pants off his feet and stuffed them under his groin.

“Carry old chap, don’t let me stop you,” I suggested pulling a chair round to sit near his head.

“I can’t do it here,” he grumbled.

“OK, pee or don’t pee, it’s your choice.  Now, we’ve decided to let you tell your wife that you raped Sarah and that you came back to do it again.  If you agree we’ll let you go; if not I’m going to rape you with the garden broom.”  I dropped it in front of him where he could see the large knobbly handle right in front of his eyes.   It was an old-style besom broom with birch twigs wrapped around a trimmed ash shaft.

“You can’t do that!  It’s too big.  No, fuck off I’m not telling anybody anything.”

I didn’t hesitate.  I picked up the broom and placed the tip carefully then started pushing and twisting.

“Stop! Stop!” Tony shouted.

“Isn’t that what Sarah said?  But you didn’t stop did you?” I pushed hard and twisted.  “You kept going, didn’t you?”  The end was inside his rectum now, probably hurting like buggery!

“Stop, please stop! I’ll do anything.” He pleaded.

“Tell me what you will do, now.”  Another sharp twisting push and he was enduring a knobbly bit.  He yelled.

“I’ll tell my wife, I promise.  I’ll apologise to Sarah in front of June.  Please stop.”  Tony sounded appropriately contrite.

I gave the ash handle another twist.  “Promise or you get the whole broom next time.”

“I will, I will, I promise” he wailed.

Slowly I twisted the broom handle to ease it out.  Tony sighed with relief and slumped forward.

“So big man, now you know how it feels to be raped.  To be helpless while someone relentlessly screws you without mercy.  Was that a hard lesson?”

“I’m sorry, really sorry for what I did to Sarah. I want to make it up to her if that’s ever possible.”  Tony’s quavering voice seemed genuine in his admission of guilt.

“When you’ve talked to June get her to call Sarah.  If we don’t get that call we will visit your house later today.  Do you understand?”

When he nodded vigorously I started to undo his bonds.  Eventually he was free and I was a little apprehensive that he might want revenge for his humiliation.  Actually he could hardly move having been cramped up in that position for so long.  He clearly still had considerable discomfort in his chest, throat, foot and backside.  The garments he retrieved from his groin were soaked in urine.  I didn’t feel badly about any of that, he had brought it all on himself.

When his bonds were undone I stood back holding the knife behind me, just in case he hadn’t had enough.  But his demeanour was apologetic, contrite and defeated.  I opened the door and watched him stagger to his car, somewhat gingerly!  Once the car was gone I locked the door and returned to the kitchen.

Sarah was busily preparing food.  “You must be starving,” she said with a smile, almost as though nothing had happened.

I sat at the table feeling exhausted.  Sarah wrapped her arms around me and cradled my head against her soft breast.

“He’s gone now.  He says he will tell June and even apologise to you in front of her.  Are you OK with that?”  I asked tiredly.

“Only if you are there with me Jack.  I need you, do you understand?”

“No problem, I’ll be there for you.” I reassured with a smile.

She stroked my head and suggested “Why not have a shower and freshen up.  I can have lunch ready in half an hour so take your time.”

“Good idea, I need refreshing after dealing with that scum.”  I stood, kissed her briefly and went upstairs.  I took off my borrowed clothes and lay on the bed to collect my thoughts.  The next thing I knew was Sarah gently waking me.  It was over an hour later, she was as naked as she held me.  I hugged her to me for a few moments.

“Right my lovely, let’s start the day again!  I’ll shower and join you for lunch in the kitchen, OK?”  I said brightly.

“No!” Sarah replied, “I’ll join you in the shower and we’ll take it from there!”

Laughing we headed hand-in-hand for the shower.  We soaped and cleaned and resisted the all too tempting possibilities of more sex.  Just enjoying the touching, caressing and loving.  We carefully dried each other and went downstairs together, naked of course.

Lunch was marvellous.  I was really hungry, so was Sarah.  It was good to see her eating well; she needed more flesh on her bony frame.  After apple pie and ice cream we sat on the sunny terrace with coffee, still naked.

“You have a magic secret Sarah”  I said.

“Oh, really what’s that?”

“You look more beautiful with every passing minute!  Even after the trauma of this morning you look amazing. Positively radiant.”

“But I did also get a glorious bellyful of your hot spunk to explode the beauty from inside out to my skin.  I’m sure it works that way, I feel so much better with a regular injection from Dr Jack!”

“I didn’t know that giving medication could be such fun!  It’s a good job you’re my only patient, I’m not sure I could last very long if there was a queue!”

“I want to jump in your lap and hold you Jack, but I get such a buzz from you looking at me that I’m going to wait until I’m completely bursting with the pleasure your adoring eyes fills me with.”

She stood nearby, obviously now proud of her body.  It glowed with vigour, it emanated sex.  It had more beauty and grace than any statue or painting.  I realised that I loved her.

Sarah picked up the cups to take them inside then leaned over me for a kiss.  As we kissed I gently touched her quivering nipple then caressed her breast and ran my fingertips gently down to her pubic hair.

“If you’re trying to start my motor Mister, you’re pressing all the right buttons.  However, we promised to go to your house to get some clothes and a razor so just back up and let’s save it for later.”

“Yes, let’s do that; I can hardly wait though.  You have rejuvenated these old bones!  Look, even my old cock is well ready for playtime.”

“Don’t tempt me you wicked old man!  You think with one wave of your magic wand I will be yours don’t you?”

“It was worth a try.  OK, let’s go the Chateau Jack young lady.”

We dressed; me in the same ill-fitting old togs of George’s and Sarah in a fresh flowery frock.  Again her quick twirl revealed the pleasing lack of underwear.

“Are you sure you can walk a mile through the countryside without knickers?”

“No, Jack, I’m not sure!  I’ve never tried even walking round the house without them before today but it makes me feel so sexy, and anyway, you’ll be the only one to know.  I can see why Penny in your story did it; maybe we can find a convenient tree too!”

I thought June might have phoned before we left, but no matter my heart was light now with this gorgeous woman at my side.

The sun was warm and the walk very pleasant.  We only met a few people, all exchanged greetings concerning the weather as always.  Approaching my cottage Sarah paused.  “Jack this is idyllic!  Wow, I fall in love with a man, then fall in love with his cottage!”  She stopped, embarrassed.  “Sorry Jack I . .”

I wrapped my arms around her.  “It’s OK this old man loves you too and I’m sure this even older cottage can put up with you!”

“Oh Jack, I love you.  I realised last night but couldn’t believe it.  Today I just knew for sure.  I ache for you, I love you so much.”

“Come in and consummate my old cottage before I do you right here on the front lawn.”

As I closed the door and slipped the bolt her dress fell to the floor.  “Now Mr Homeowner, this is a once-only offer!  Have me on this old wooden floor and I’m yours forever.”  She sat, then reclined on the hall floor as I rapidly shed her husband’s old clothes.

I kneeled alongside her, my cock already straining in her direction.  She reached out and held gripped it lightly as I tenderly kissed her lips.

“Do you want me to lie down so you can be on top?” I suggested quietly.

“No Jack.  I want to feel your old oak floorboards and sense how many other lucky lovers have enjoyed the glories of a true bare board/bare arse shag!  So come here now, make me yours and make me part of the history of this perfect cottage.”

She opened her legs and lifted her knees.  I knelt between her thighs and revered the view, hardly daring to believe my luck.

“Stop with the admiring thing and get on with the real home fucking Mister!”

She pulled my dick and swept it into her own special place with a whimpering sigh that spoke volumes.

I knelt between those slender thighs, caressing them, her smooth belly and her darling breast.  She manipulated her new-found muscles around my erection, her eyes watching me as I adored her body.

“You truly make me feel so special Jack.”

“You are special, really extraordinary.  That’s why I love you.”

Slowly I closed her knees and eased my balls beneath her bottom. Her response was to grip my cock tighter and moan as she crested a mini-climax.  I licked the crack between her knees and she moaned again, I kept up the stroking at the same time pressing my penis deeper inside her.  Her fluttering clutches on my erection were sending messages to the sperm stokers in my balls.  They slowly began loading the charges ready for firing.  I pressed her knees apart and began long slow deep thrusts. Each time I bottomed out she moaned “More, more, fuck me more, on your floor.”

She thrust back so our meeting was hard and exciting.  At each stroke our bodies collided like stars in a distant firmament. Our emotions boiled, my balls were on fire as my final heave sent hot sperm flying into her loins.  Again and again she drew my penis deeper. “Give it to me, give it to me, make our beautiful baby.”

I lifted her bottom and slipped my knees beneath her.  “If that’s what you want then let’s give these old swimmers a downhill course in the hunt for your egg!”

Sarah giggled.  “I love you Jack.  I’d love to think I could have your baby but I’m not sure whether the cancer treatment damaged my chances.  I’ll go and see the doctor if that’s OK with you?”

Her body was glistening with perspiration on my oak floor.  I could also feel our combined juices seeping from her vagina across my balls and down to the boards.  “I think we’ve consummated this floor Sarah, now how many more can we manage?”

“Jack I’m tickled by that plan.  Let’s make a schedule - one of your floors, one of mine, maybe an occasional neutral place.  I’m getting so horny at the very thought!”

My cock came out with a squelchy plop and a giggling complaint from Sarah.  “Who said you could take that out?  It’s mine and I want to keep it, I want my money back Mister.”

“Sadly, there’s a no money back clause, you should check the small print.  However, it’s yours, I promise.  I just need to re-charge for some hours it for you.”

I lay down alongside her on the floor and cuddled her in my arms.

“Have you ever been pregnant?”  I whispered.

“No.  We didn’t use any protection but somehow we never managed it. I’m only just 34 this year; lots of women don’t even start trying until this age.”

A distant sound disturbed us.

“My phone’s in my bag Jack.  Over there, can you reach?”

I passed the leather bag to Sarah.  The call tone had stopped by the time she opened the bag.  There was a voicemail from June asking Sarah to call back urgently.  She looked at me, I nodded and she pressed ring-back and took a deep breath.

“Sarah darling, where are you I tried calling your house.  I must see you, I’m so sorry about Tony.  I can’t believe what that turd did to you.  Please can we meet?”  Sarah had switched onto speaker and June sounded distressed.  “Please Sarah, where are you?”

“Hi June.  We are at Jack’s house.  What has Tony told you?”  Sarah asked holding the phone in front of her and looking at me.

“He was in a terrible state when he got home but he told me about . . attacking you six months ago and going to your house again today.  I’m so sorry Sarah.  I can’t believe it.  I guess this is why I’ve hardly seen you for so long.  Oh darling can I come and see you?”

We looked at each other naked on the floor and almost bust out laughing.

“Not just now.  Best wait till we get home June.  Come over at about 4 o’clock, OK?”  Sarah had raised an eyebrow to me and I nodded.  I looked at my watch, we had plenty of time to get back and tidy up a bit.

“See you then Sarah.  I’m so sorry.  I don’t yet know what to say about Tony.  He’s in bed now feeling very sorry for himself and I can’t bear to go near him.  I’ll be there at four, take care.”  The line went dead.

“Well, he kept his word.  That’s a good start I guess,” I said, standing up and reaching down to help Sarah rise.

“Thanks,” she said, wrapping both arms around my waist.  “It will be good to see June.  Do you want to be there?”

“Perhaps I should meet her then discretely get on my bike and come home?”

“No Jack.  I prefer that we are together for everything now.  I love you and I want to share everything, good or bad.  Is that alright with you?”  She was clinging to me as we stood, still naked in the hallway at the foot of the narrow stairs.

“That’s OK, I understand.  Now let’s see about some clothes.  Shall we shower?  You are dribbling juices down your lovely legs!”

“Show me your house first, ending up at the bathroom. These juices are mine, a badge of honour, I like wearing them for you.” Sarah looked down at her glistening thighs then wrapped herself around me.  “I love your hall by the way, lovely floor.”

“OK, this way to the kitchen, I hope it’s tidy.”

“Jack this is perfect.  Look at the view of your garden, how beautiful.  I love it.”

“That’s good.  We’ve already consummated your kitchen, so maybe mine’s next?”

“Mmm, not too sure you could back up that promise anytime soon old man!  Let’s see when I’ve spied out the rest of your lovely cottage.  Oh I like this snug lounge Jack, just perfect and what a lovely fireplace for a log fire too.  Maybe we’ll save this for a winter’s night!”

Sarah loved upstairs too especially the bedroom with its garden and Cotswold views.  I found my electric shaver and started clearing the stubble from my face while Sarah nosed around.  She came back when the noise stopped and ran her fingers across my face. “Oh, that’s nice.  Does that thing have a trimmer?”

“Yes, just push up here.”

“Great.  Stand still I’m just going to tidy up this little patch.”  She knelt in front of me and pulled my scrotum tight then cropped the hairs all over it.  When she finished she caressed my balls.  “Oh, yes, I like that.  Maybe just a little here too.”

She pressed my cock to one side and trimmed the hairs close to it.  When it was done to her satisfaction she murmured “I’m so looking forward to getting my mouth down there without those stray whiskers.  Don’t forget the charger for this shaver.”

The charger and some clothes went into a backpack. However it seemed natural for us to remain naked as we returned downstairs.  There were two steaks in my freezer so we agreed to take those back to Sarah’s for this evening’s meal.  These were carefully wrapped and loaded into to my bag.  I collected a basket of fresh vegetables and fruit from the garden while Sarah wandered around smelling flowers and enjoying the ambiance of the garden.  It seemed perfectly natural that we were still naked.

In my hall Sarah slipped her dress over her head, fluffed her hair and said, “Come on slowcoach!”  I was still pulling up my own fresh jeans.  Underwear was not permitted!  The colour of my long-sleeved cotton shirt matched Sarah’s dress, chosen by guess who?  The walk back to Sarah’s was uneventful but we enjoyed each other’s company as we chatted all the way.

We were tempted when we closed the door behind us, but decided we should stay dressed and not visibly aroused as June was due to arrive in less than an hour.  We worked at tidying, not that there was much to do.  Sarah made up a tea tray.  I plumped up cushions, straightened curtains and wiped the hall floor.

The doorbell surprised us.  June was 15 minutes early.  When the door opened June wrapped herself around Sarah.  “I’m so sorry, darling.  I am so ashamed of him” June repeated as she hugged and kissed Sarah.

Eventually Sarah extricated herself and drew her sister-in-law into the lounge.  As Sarah introduced me I thought June was going to hug me too but I kept our contact to a formal handshake until I knew her better.

June and Sarah sat on the settee, knee to knee holding hands as Sarah described what happened on both occasions.  June was in tears throughout and it ended up with Sarah comforting June.

As June calmed she asked “Can I stay here tonight?  I can’t face going back and seeing Tony.”  She noticed how Sarah looked across at me and saw my shrugged shoulders.  “Sarah, I’m sorry!  You and Jack are . .   That’s why you look so amazing.  You are almost glowing from inside.  How could I suggest . .”

Sarah cut her off.  “Of course you can stay June.  I have a spare room you can have.  Yes, Jack and I are lovers.  It’s only just started but already Jack has transformed my life.  I feel so alive now and definitely less shy about my body.”  Sarah smiled at me.  “We will be in my room, doing whatever comes naturally, I hope that won’t be a problem for you?”

June stared at Sarah, then turned to me.  “I hope you are treating my sister-in-law with the respect she deserves.”  Her voice serious and almost threatening.  “Sorry Jack,” she sighed and lightened up considerably.  “I can see that you have something special between you and the transformation in Sarah is fantastic.”  She shrugged “Maybe if Tony and I had something like that he wouldn’t have been so stupid.  I can’t get over what he did.  Maybe I’m part of the problem.  We hardly ever have sex.”  June stopped, her eyes brimming again.  “Sorry Sarah.”

Sarah smiled.  “It’s OK.  Why don’t you freshen up, Jack and I can start supper, then we’ll get your room organised, OK?”

June nodded and went off to the bathroom.  Sarah smiled at me then opened her legs and lifted her skirt to reveal her nakedness.  She stood, straightened her skirt, winked then took my hand.  “Come on Jack, I need kitchen staff.  Let’s see how if we can make two steaks go round three people.  What about cutting them into strips?”

We had started work when June returned.  She looked better; fresh make-up, brushed hair and a bright smile.  “What can I do to help?” she asked as she breezed in.

While the ladies chattered and beavered away I opened a bottle of red wine and filled three glasses.  By the time supper was ready the bottle was empty and another started.  We were relaxed in the flickering candlelight as we sat round the kitchen table eating, talking and drinking.  As Sarah got up to remove the empty plates she cracked some joke and June wafted a hand to pat on her passing bottom.

“Sarah!  Unless I’m very much mistaken there was only one layer of flimsy clothing between my hand and your flesh!  Is this standard dress around here?”  June tried to lift the hem of the dress but Sarah moved away, laughing.

Sarah twirled, showing both of us that she was, indeed, delightfully undressed.  She giggled “It has been for a couple of days, June.  In fact usually there isn’t even that much fabric so this counts as positively decent!”

“Wonderful” cried June.  With a quick bend and flourish a flimsy black garment flew towards Sarah who caught it and threw it to me.

“Keep these safe please Jack, someone might need them to go home in!” she announced as June’s black silk panties dropped in my lap.

“Now that’s put me off my stroke, what’s for afters?” started Sarah.  “Oh yes, I remember . .  June, do you know how to make custard?”

“Of course, dear.  Why?” she responded.

Sarah smiled.  “Just one of Jack’s favourite memories coming back to haunt him.  Come on, let’s do it.”  She pulled June up, wrapped her arms around her sister-in-law and whispered in her ear, winking at me as she did so.

They giggled and danced as they prepared the pudding.  All I could do was pour more wine, light more candles and be patient.

It was worth the wait though.  Sarah carried a fabulous freshly-made  steamed jam sponge turned upside down on a large platter while June brought a huge jug of steaming yellow custard.

“Yes Jack, I read about that in your story.  So what’s the routine, do we both have to show you our hidden assets?” Sarah enquired mischievously.  June looked a little uncertain.

I got up and took the platter, placed it on the table and accepted the jug of custard to place alongside it.  I kissed them both on the cheeks.  “My lovely ladies,  what you do with your beautiful assets is entirely up to you.  Thank you so much for this delightful surprise though, it’s very much appreciated that you made my favourite.  Shall I serve?”

“Darling, you can service me any time!” whispered Sarah, but loud enough for June to hear.  June still looked a touch apprehensive but after all she had volunteered to remove her underwear!

I took great care in cutting a slice for Sarah, placing it carefully in the centre of a plate.  As I handed her the plate she delicately pulled up her skirt and opened her legs revealing her pussy to me.  June could also see, in fact she leaned over to get a better view.  I passed the custard jug to Sarah and turned to June.  She had recovered her composure and smiled her thanks when I offered her some sponge.  Out of the corner of my eye as I cut her slice I could see June edging her skirt higher up her thighs.  Never had serving pudding been so erotic!

Giving her plenty of time I accepted the jug back from Sarah then passed it and the plate to June.  She smiled politely as she took the plate, her legs widening to reveal her black pubic hair.  “That looks delicious” she said.

“It certainly does!” I responded heartily.  June didn’t close her legs.  As she finished pouring the custard she caught the final dribble on her finger and drew it into her mouth looking me in the eye as she sucked off the custard.  

Sarah laughed.  “That’s the spirit June, enjoy your afters!”

The pudding was great.  However, I found it hard to concentrate knowing that if I glanced one way I would see a blond pussy and if my eyes strayed to the other side a dark one was watching me.  I wondered how far this might go.

As I finished I sat back and applauded.  “Magnificent in all respects, thank you both so much.”

“Come on Jack, play the game” said Sarah.  “The girls have done the afters; we expect the same service from you for the coffee.  Get to it Mister!”

“My pleasure, madam.  Now, have you both had enough, shall I clear the plates?”

“Yes to clearing the plates, not so sure about having had enough, we’ll let you know later!”  Sarah rose and took June’s hand, “Come on let’s get comfy while Jack sorts out the coffee.”  They moved to the settee.

Not entirely sure how far Sarah wanted this game to go I started the coffee grinder and put on an apron then removed my trousers out of sight of the ladies.  The situation had given me the start of an erection, luckily not at the full tenting-out stage yet!  I turned out the kitchen light so that the only illumination was the candle light on the table and in the lounge.  With the coffee in the pot and cups on a tray I returned to find them sitting close together on the settee, whispering and holding hands. 

“Would madam like anything with the coffee?” I said, trying to look like a butler. 

Both shrieked when they realised what I was wearing and what the apron was hiding.  In fact both threw their legs in the air giving me another sighting of their thighs and beyond.  That made the tent begin to rise, this resulted in yet more shrieks and wider views.

“Jack, stop it!”

I stepped forward standing in front of them.  Handing an espresso to Sarah I asked in my best butler’s formal voice “Would madam like cream with her coffee?”  She placed her coffee on the table, then glancing wickedly at June lifted one corner of the apron so that she could see beneath but June couldn’t.  She reached under and caressed my shaved balls delicately.

“Delightful but maybe I’ll save that for later, thanks.”

I handed June her small cup and saucer.  “Would madam like cream with her coffee?”  June glanced at Sarah who nodded and smiled.

Putting her coffee down June slowly raised the nearest corner of the apron and gazed at my erection.  “I haven’t seen a real one of those for ages” she murmured reaching her other hand to softly caress the length of my cock.  Still gently holding it with two fingers she said “Maybe just a dash, if that’s OK?”  She looked at Sarah who again nodded.  Sarah even raised the other corner of the apron.  All that I could see was two heads disappearing under the flap.

The sensation of soft moist lips closing over the tip of my cock was spectacular in this situation.  Fortunately she merely held it momentarily then withdrew, blowing lightly onto the end as she moved away.

They dropped their respective corners leaving my cock trembling, visibly shaking the quivering tented apron.  Sarah caressed June’s cheek, her fingers coming to rest on the corner of her sister-in-law’s mouth.  She softly traced the red lips, then leaned in and kissed them tenderly. 

It lasted only a moment but was so beautiful.  Sarah looked up at me “Thank you Jack, won’t you join us?” she asked in a low voice as she moved to make a space between herself and June.

“Your wish is my command” I responded.  I turned presenting them with my bare backside.  “I wonder if one of you lovely ladies might kindly undo this apron.”

A pair of hands immediately fell on each cheek stroking my buttocks as I waited.  Eventually I felt a tug at the bow on the apron strings.  It slowly fell forward and drooped over my rigid cock.  “Thank you.” I said, turning.  “There seems to be a minor problem with removing this garment.”  As I spoke, they shrieked.  Then my own laughing caused the apron to wave like a flag in a breeze.  This only raised more hilarity.

Sarah pulled it off, patted the space between them and suggested “Sit down Jack before you kill us, I’m almost wetting myself here.”

I eased into the space.  It was really a two-seater settee so we were extremely snug.  It was easier to fit if my arms went across the back of the settee rather than trying to squeeze my shoulders between the ladies.  The advantage now was that I had two armfuls of warm female.  The disadvantage was that I couldn’t reach the coffee or wine!

Sarah spotted my dilemma “Poor Jack, can’t reach his coffee.  It’s so nice too.  Here, let’s try sharing.”  She took a good sip of her espresso; then pulled my head into a warm coffee-flavoured kiss.  She opened her lips and dribbled some coffee into my mouth.  We carried on kissing long after the transaction had been completed.

Meanwhile June was stroking my naked thigh.  “I’ve still got some here.  Can I try that please?”  She was asking Sarah who gave her approval with a smile.

Kissing any woman for the first time is a wonderful experience but this kiss came with the added bonus of hot coffee.  Again the kiss lasted longer than necessary.  As June kissed me she half turned and pressed her breasts against my chest.

“Perfect” she said as we broke away.

“Wonderful coffee Jack” said Sarah.

“Freshly ground and always served in heated containers.  I read that on the internet somewhere” I replied as Sarah poured more into her cup and loaded another mouthful.

She pulled me into an even longer, more passionate coffee feeding kiss.  It was delightful.  I really wanted my other arm to caress her but thought June might feel left out if I removed my arm from around her shoulders.

We sat quietly for a while, their heads on my chest.  One after another candles sputtered into darkness.  When there were only two flickering stubs lighting the room Sarah touched June’s cheek and said “I think it’s time I took this old fellow to bed!”

June leaned forward and kissed Sarah on the lips and did the same to me.  She stood and brushed her crumpled dress down.  She was about to leave when she paused.  “Thank you both for a wonderful evening. I’ve had some novel experiences and enjoyed every one enormously.”  She paused, then continued, more breathlessly “I wonder if you would mind if I did something else I’ve never done before?”

“What might that be June?” enquired Sarah pushing herself upright.

“I know I’m a bit of a show-off and like to dress well but I’ve never actually undressed in front of people other than my husband.  Can I . .?”

“Would you like more light?” Sarah asked as she nodded her approval.

“No, it’s partly the dim light which gives me courage.”  Standing only a few feet from us June reached behind her back and pulled on the zip.  Before going any further she also unclasped her bra. She eased the dress and bra straps down one arm then the other.  Now she was covered but only by the garments she still held close to her neck.

Gathering her composure June smiled and slowly pushed the clothes away from her hands.  She looked incredible; the soft dim light was extra flattering.  Sarah jumped to her feet “Beautiful, just gorgeous!  Isn’t she Jack?”

“Yes” I nodded in affirmation “Absolutely fabulous.  Well done June, you are stunning.  Thank you so much.”

Sarah quickly lifted her dress over her head and threw it onto the settee then hugged her sister-in-law.  June stood back after a moment.  “Sarah, I’ve never seen . . I mean your breast, your chest.”  June stroked the vacant area.  She murmured “You were so courageous.”  She caressed the breast and the space alternately.  “You are so beautiful.”  June leaned forward and kissed the scar, then the breast.

Sarah meanwhile caressed June’s full breasts, taking their weight and tweaking the nipples.  Both were moaning as they pressed harder together.

The penultimate candle spluttered into a smoky trail, the last one looked ready to expire.

Sarah took June’s hand and drew her to the door.  I wondered if this was to be an all-girl party.  Sarah looked back “Come on Jack, you might be needed upstairs,” she called, now with an arm around June’s waist.  Their bottoms, snuggly side by side looked so sexy.

I extinguished the last candle and checked the doors then filled a jug with water and followed the sounds from upstairs.  They were on Sarah’s bed, each eating the other’s pussy.  Erotic though it was I needed a pee so I slipped quietly to the bathroom.  I shaved again and wiped my body down with a warm flannel to freshen up.  Back in the bedroom both women were giving and receiving deep orgasms.  It was a wonderfully erotic sight so I sat back and enjoyed their pleasure.

Eventually they were exhausted and lay on the bed wrapped in each other’s arms.  I filled two glasses with water and gently lay down behind Sarah only just touching her.  She murmured something unintelligible and I fell asleep with my arm draped across her.



To be continued in Chapter Three very soon . . watch this space!


