Literotic asexstories – Dartmoor Summer with Aunt Ruth by ReclaimingLostTime,ReclaimingLostTime “I’m really sorry about this,” apologised Tom’s Dad for what seemed like the hundredth time as they finished packing all his university belongings into the family car.
“Dad, I’ve told you, it’s really not a problem, and it’s not your fault,” replied Tom. “It” was Tom having to go and stay with his Aunt Ruth, his Dad’s sister for a few weeks instead of going back to the family home for the summer vacations. In truth there wasn’t a family home anymore, well not yet anyway, as Tom’s parents were in the middle of living out their lifelong dream of having their own design house built. The dream had turned into a nightmare, well not really, but the project had been beset with delays and problems and it was still not ready for occupation yet, Tom’s parents living in a caravan on site while they supervised the construction.
Aunt Ruth lived in Devon, in a small town called Ivybridge on the edge of Dartmoor. She was widowed, her husband having founded a small chain of Estate Agents some years ago which was still flourishing under the watchful eye of Aunt Ruth. Tom hadn’t seen her for a couple of years though, but remembered her as a very attractive forty-something year old, with a daughter, Karen, Tom’s own age. Karen, Tom recalled was a bit bookish, but had gone off to university to study Business, probably with an eye on taking over the family firm in due course.
Tom wasn’t going to be the only guest, his sister Jo was going to be joining them in a week’s time after she had returned from an archaeological field trip, digging some old ruins somewhere. Tom would much have preferred being at home with all his old mates from school, but at least the stay would give him the chance to explore Dartmoor following his new passion in life, geocaching.
Tom and his Dad chatted away during the drive, Tom filling him in with his latest escapades at university, well the ones he felt able to share with him, and soon they were driving through Devon’s rolling green scenery approaching Ivybridge itself. Aunt Ruth lived on the outskirts of the town, Tom vaguely remembered it from a visit many years ago, and was therefore pleasantly surprised when they pulled up outside an old stone built house of quite imposing stature, with a spacious driveway and gardens.
Aunt Ruth had clearly been watching out for them and bustled out of the house quickly, enveloping her brother in a tight hug. She released him and put her arms round Tom, who stood a good six inches taller, squashing her body up against his. Tom politely returned the hug as Aunt Ruth stood back, holding his hands. “My, you’ve filled out a bit since I last saw you Tom, quite a handsome hunk now eh?” Tom blushed, he’d had a fair bit of success with the girls at university, but it was always nice to be complimented, even by an auntie!
They went inside, leaving the unpacking for a minute and sat around the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea. “Karen’s been looking forward to seeing you again Tom, but she’s caught up with something at the moment and won’t be home for an hour or so.” Tom replied that he was looking forward to seeing her too. They all chatted for a while until Tom’s Dad had to depart for the drive back home.
As they finished unpacking the car Tom’s Dad took him aside, “Now Tom, Ruth has been very kind to put you and your sister up, so don’t be taking advantage. I know you’ll help out with all the “man-tasks” around the house, and hopefully we’ll have got enough of the house ready for occupation in a few weeks. Meanwhile enjoy yourself, and watch out for Dartmoor, it can really bite you if you’re not careful.”
Tom reassured him that he would and they hugged goodbye. Tom watched the car disappear then went back inside. “Let me show you around Tom,” said Aunt Ruth, leading him on a tour of the ground floor. Tom was most surprised to see a swimming pool in the back garden and remarked on it. “My little luxury,” said Aunt Ruth, “it’s heated and really lovely on nice days, but beware the old saying, “Welcome to sunny Devon where it rains six days out of seven”. Seriously I try to get out there most days when I can, you are most welcome to use it whenever you want.”
She guided him upstairs, “My bedroom on the left, it’s got its own en-suite and this will be your room, Karen’s is the next one round. The main bathroom is shared, both bedrooms have doors leading into it, just remember to lock the other door when you’re using it, otherwise who knows what might happen,” she joked, her eyes laughing. “I’m afraid your sister will have to share with Karen when she arrives, I’ll put a pull-out bed in there, there’s plenty of room actually. Right, I’ll leave you to settle in, come down when you’re ready, as I said Karen will be home shortly.”
Tom ferried his stuff upstairs into the roomy double bedroom, finding space for it in the various drawers and cupboards and looked into the bathroom. As Aunt Ruth had said there was a door from each room into it, but there was still plenty of room for a large roll top bath, a separate shower as well as toilet and wash basin. It was all very nicely decorated, and he opened a mirrored cabinet to put his shaving things inside. There wasn’t a lot of room as it was already pretty cluttered and he was somewhat embarrassed to have to move a pack of tampons to one side, and also what appeared to be a foil strip of contraceptive pills.
Finished, he went downstairs into the empty kitchen, “Aunt Ruth?” he called.
“Out here Tom,” and he followed the sound of her voice outside, finding her sitting at a table on the sunny patio nursing a glass of wine. “I decided it was wine o’clock, so I’ve cracked open a bottle. I assumed you were more of a beer drinker, so I’ve got some stocked up in the fridge. Go and get yourself one and bring it out here.” Tom complied and returned to the patio.
“I do appreciate all this Aunt Ruth,” said Tom, “just let me know if there’s anything that needs doing round the house, cutting the grass or anything like that.”
“There’s no need for any of that Tom, we’ve got a gardener who comes in and looks after the place, so you just treat it like a holiday and enjoy yourself. Karen and I both work in the business part time, I do Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and during the holidays Karen does Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, so you’ll have one day when no-one is around to pester you.” At that moment the sound of a car came from the front of the house, “Oh that’ll be Karen now.”
Sure enough there was sound of movement inside the house and Tom looked round to see his cousin emerging from the back door. He sat open mouthed at the transformation she had undergone since he last saw her. Gone was the bookish schoolgirl, no more glasses, train tracks on the teeth and centre parted hair. Instead stood a confident young woman with a stylish haircut, dressed in form fitting jeans highlighting long shapely legs and bum, and a white tee shirt coving a pair of medium sized breasts.
He was aware she was eyeing him carefully as well and recognised that he too had changed quite a bit. “Tom, good to see you again,” she said, walking over to him and holding him lightly, air kissing him on both cheeks. “I see you’ve started on the wine already, let me grab a glass and I’ll join you.” She disappeared back into the kitchen, Tom watching her hips swaying seductively, then blushed as she looked up and saw his aunt watching him, her eyes twinkling.
“She’s become quite a woman hasn’t she? As indeed you’ve become quite a young man.” Aunt Ruth commented as Karen emerged again, holding a glass of wine.
“Cheers Mum, Tom, I need this. What a prat that bloke is!” Aunt Ruth explained that Karen had to go into one of the offices to sort out an issue with one of the Sales guys. Tom was impressed that she already seemed to be making her way in the hierarchy of the family business and reminded himself to treat her with respect. The three of them chatted amicably for a while, catching up on their lives since they last met and Aunt Ruth prepared a light dinner which they enjoyed in the last rays of the sun.
“Do you fancy coming down the pub this evening Tom?” enquired Karen, “It’s not much but there’s a group of us get down there and generally have a good time.” Tom acquiesced and after helping clear up they set off across some fields to the town. Karen was clearly very popular amongst the group of half a dozen or so young people and Tom was made very welcome. “How are you going to spend your time Tom, when Mum and I are working?” Karen asked.
Tom explained that he planned on doing a lot of geocaching, which term met with some very blank looks until he explained what it was. “Ah, a treasure hunt!” exclaimed some wag and Tom laughed good-naturedly, agreeing that it pretty much was just that.
“Make sure you go prepared if you go up on the moor,” advised one young man, “the weather can change just like that,” he snapped his fingers, “and it can be lethal even in summer.” Tom explained he was no stranger to walking on moorland, and always carried an emergency pack. The evening passed quickly and Karen and Tom returned back home, parting on the landing to go to their rooms. Tom stripped down to his boxers and tentatively tested the bathroom door, and finding it unlocked, opened it and walked in.
“Oops, sorry,” he exclaimed as his eyes lit upon Karen already in there, standing at the basin brushing her teeth, wearing just bra and panties. Her figure out of clothes was even more spectacular than in them. She looked up in surprise then straightened and grinned.
“This was bound to happen sooner or later, I just didn’t expect it quite so soon! I really must remember to lock the door. Never mind, no harm done.” She returned to the basin as Tom backed out, covering the bulge in his boxers with his hand as he exited. He sat there for a few minutes then heard Karen call out that the bathroom was free and went in himself, remembering to lock her door, but secretly wishing he’d forget and she’d surprise him. He finished and returned to his bed, clambering tiredly between the covers. Idly he toyed with his prick, thinking of Karen in her bra and panties, perhaps it was worth forgetting to lock the door in the future himself, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
Sunday was one of those “six days out of seven” when it rained, only it wasn’t proper rain, just a miserable sort of drizzle, “Typical Dartmoor weather,” commented Aunt Ruth, “let’s go into Plymouth and show you some of the sights, it won’t be too bad there.” Sure enough it was just overcast and they visited the Hoe and the Barbican, and Tom even managed to suffer the local shopping centre while his aunt and Karen browsed the shops.
The next day dawned bright and Tom lay drowsily in his bed, half hearing Karen in the adjoining bathroom. He remembered being told that Karen worked the beginning part of the week, hence presumably the early start. Sure enough, by the time he had risen and showered she had gone, leaving Aunt Ruth pottering around in the kitchen making breakfast. She was just wearing a summer dressing gown and Tom wondered what she had on underneath, then mentally chastised himself for thinking such thoughts about his aunt. “It’s going to be a lovely day today Tom, so I thought I’d have a nice relaxing day around the pool and just potter a bit if you’d like to join me?” Whilst Tom was keen get on with his geocaching he thought it would be rude to just go off on his own after being invited to join her, so he agreed. They cleared up and departed to get ready for the pool.
Tom was there first, joined soon after by his aunt wrapped in her dressing gown, which she removed revealing a smart one piece bathing suit that showed off some surprisingly attractive curves. Her bum was tight and shapely and her breasts were just large enough so that when pushed together they showed off a deep cleavage. Aunt Ruth caught him looking and asked, “Do you like it? I bought it yesterday, I thought my normal bikinis might be a bit too revealing with you around.”
“It does look very nice Aunt Ruth, “answered Tom, wanting to add that he’d prefer to see her in her bikinis, but wisely refrained from doing so. He watched as she covered herself in sun cream, then offered him the bottle.
“Do my back for me Tom would you please?” She stood sideways on to him and slipped the shoulder straps down off her shoulders. Tom slapped some cream on and started to rub it in quite vigorously, accidentally pressing too hard and catching his aunt off balance. She staggered forward slightly and Tom instinctively put his hand out to steady her. To his mortification his hand grabbed her breast, although he was surprised when his aunt’s hand closed over his, giving it a slight squeeze.
“If you’d wanted to cop a feel of my tits Tom, you only had to ask,” she laughed, removing his hand.
“Sorry Aunt Ruth,” apologised Tom, turning away slightly to hide the bulge in his shorts. They finished putting the cream on, Aunt Ruth doing Tom’s back, and settled down in the sun. Tom couldn’t help looking at his aunt’s body appreciatively, admiring how toned it was for a woman of her age, and his hand kept straying to his cock, squeezing it pleasurably.
He was lying there dozing when he heard a splash and opening his eyes saw his aunt swimming up and down the pool, cooling off, she turned over on her back and he saw her breasts rise out of the water enticingly. She swam over to the steps and climbed out, water sluicing from her body. Tom saw her nipples hard under her costume and as his eyes travelled down he could see a clear camel toe in the vee of her legs. Aunt Ruth slipped her fingers in the leg holes of her costume and eased them round releasing the camel toe but Tom was certain he caught a glimpse of dark hair in the gap. Once again he found himself getting hard.
“You ought to try the water Tom,” his aunt encouraged, “it really is refreshing.” Tom thought that an ideal suggestion to cool himself off in more ways than one and took a running dive into the water. He swam a few lengths until his erection had gone then got out, returning to his sun bed. His aunt was lying back, her eyes shut and Tom took the opportunity to take in her body once more. He could see a couple of dark hairs poking out of the bottom of her costume, confirming his earlier glimpse of a hairy pussy, but once more pushed those thoughts to one side.
The rest of the day passed quickly, Tom continually fighting off a full blown erection with frequent swims, his aunt seemingly intent on provoking him with her body. Finally towards the end of the afternoon she stood and said, “I think I’ve had enough Tom, I’m going in for a shower, but please stay here for as long as you like.” Tom settled back as she departed, but soon found he too had had enough sun and wandered indoors.
He climbed up the stairs and was just crossing the landing when a flash of white caught his eyes. Turning he noticed that his aunt’s door was ajar and he could see her in her bedroom wrapped in a large white towel. He was about to move on when he saw that she had suddenly dropped it and was standing there naked. His stomach lurched as he gazed upon her breasts, full with large dark nipples, and there between her legs, a triangle of dark hair.
He couldn’t help it, his hand grasped his cock through his shorts and he started rubbing it, watching as she finished drying herself, lifting each breast and wiping underneath it, then parting her legs drew the towel around her intimate parts. She dropped the towel on the bed and slipped into a pair of panties, settling them comfortably round her pussy, then picked up a bra and putting it on her shoulders leaned forward and dropped her breasts into the cups, then reached round and fastened it behind her back, settling each breast comfortably into the cup.
Deciding he was pushing his luck, Tom continued to his room, closing the door silently behind him, then dropping his shorts grabbed his cock and started masturbating furiously, cumming quickly, all the pent up sexual tension from the day building into a huge orgasm, spunk spraying all over his chest and stomach.
Tom couldn’t quite meet his aunt’s gaze that evening, images of her naked body still fresh in his mind as the three of them chatted over drinks and dinner. She gave no indication that she knew Tom had been watching her, fortunately Karen was full of her day and so there were no awkward silences. Bedtime came, and Tom waited for Karen to finish in the bathroom first before going in, daringly leaving her door unlocked, but to his disappointment there was no intrusion from her!
The next day started off much the same, Aunt Ruth suggesting another day by the pool, Tom readily agreeing. This time, to his amazement, when she took off her robe, she was wearing a bikini, not exactly a string bikini, but nevertheless showing a lot more flesh than before. He obliged by doing her back again, both of them laughing at the memory of the previous day and they settled down.
The morning passed, Tom occasionally struggling to hide his erection, and as the hours stretched into the afternoon it became hotter and their dips into the pool more frequent.
As she emerged from the pool on one occasion, Tom watched her walk back towards the sun loungers, then she stopped, looking down at him. “Well it’s nothing you didn’t see last night, but I hate wet cloth round my tits,” and with that she unsnapped her bikini top, letting her breasts hang free. Tom stared in amazement, his cock instantly hard.
“I’m sorry Aunt Ruth, I wasn’t spying on you, I just happened to be passing.”
“I know Tom, I’d have been annoyed if you were deliberately spying on me, but it was mostly my fault for not shutting the door properly.” With that she sat down and lay back on the sun bed, her breasts spreading across her chest, her nipples slowly softening as the sun warmed them again. Tom couldn’t help but look at them, and almost unconsciously he was toying with his cock through his shorts.
His aunt looked across and saw him looking at her, then her eyes dropped to his shorts. “Oh for goodness sake Tom, you had enough trouble hiding your stiffie all day yesterday and today’s even worse, although it is mostly my fault, but you men are all the same,” and with that she sat up. “Come here,” she beckoned Tom over to her bed and he duly stood up and walked over to her, his bulge very obvious under his shorts. “Let’s have a look then,” and without warning yanked his shorts down round his ankles. “Hmm, not bad, bigger than your fath……” With that she started to stroke him along its length, pulling his foreskin right back exposing the head. Tom watched in astonishment as his aunt took the head of his cock in her mouth and started sucking gently on it, her hand continuing to rub him up and down.
He saw her other hand fall to her breast and emboldened, lowered himself down until he could touch her breast and cupped it gently in his hand, the soft flesh moulding to his hand, the nipple hardening in his palm. “That’s it Tom, pinch my nipple.” Tom obliged as her head bobbed faster on him and already he could feel his orgasm building, the sensation in his scrotum delightful. He looked down at her, seeing her eyes locked on his, her lips encircling his cock, watching it slide in and out of her mouth.
It became too much and he knew he was cumming, “Aunt Ruth,” he gasped, but she continued to take him in her mouth as he came, filling her with his cum. He watched her swallow until it became too much and she took him out, the last few ropes spattering onto her face and neck.
Without a word she lay back on the sun bed, and lifting her hips pulled her bikini bottom down, and opening her legs began to frig her pussy. Tom stared, seeing her fingers flying up and down her pussy lips, then dallying on her clit before sliding down once more, two fingers penetrating her opening. “Don’t just stand there, lick my pussy, make me cum!” she cried at him. Tom manoeuvred himself down between her legs, seeing her pussy glistening with her juices as he pushed his face into her, his tongue seeking her entrance, forcing itself in as far as he could.
“That’s it, just there, harder!” she screamed as her hands grabbed the sides of his head forcing his face against her writhing pussy. Tom could taste he juices flooding out of her as he licked up and down her slit, his tongue and lips finding her clit and mashing hard against it. He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upwards as he hips thrust against him. Looking up he could see her teeth bared as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
“That’s it, that’s it, yeeesss, I’m cumming!” she screamed as her body went into convulsions, his head and face merely the means of her gratification. With one last cry she became still, her hands slowly releasing her grip on him as her body relaxed. They lay in silence for a minute or two, then she said, “Where did you learn to eat pussy like that? No don’t tell me, I’d rather not know.” Tom stood up and she stared at his still erect cock, “You’re hard again?” she queried, although in truth his erection had never really gone away. With that she pushed him back on his lounger and straddled his body, positioning herself above his rampant cock. Opening up her pussy lips with two fingers she slowly lowered herself down on him, her pussy still soaking wet from her orgasm.
Tom felt that deliciously velvety feeling as he slid onto her, seeing her open up to take him fully inside her as she rocked back and forth on his cock. He could see her breasts above him, the flesh jiggling in time to her movements and he reached up to cup them in his hands, gently tweaking the nipples between forefinger and thumb. They soon found their rhythm moving as one, shafts of pleasure lancing through their bodies, building and building towards their climax.
Tom saw that his aunt had her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes shut as she rode him, then saw her hand descend to her clit and start to frig it, gently at first then with increasing vigour. “Can you cum again?” she asked him and he nodded “Fill me up with your cum.” as he felt her pussy muscles tighten and relax on his cock as it drove in and out of her. Her breathing was become ragged and her thrusting took on an urgency and he felt her pussy suddenly clamp down hard round his cock, as she leaned backwards, her teeth once more bared in a rigid grin. Her grasped her hips and thrust hard and fast into her, feeling his cum rise in him until he was pumping into her, seeing it dribble out around the sides of his cock as he filled her up.
She collapsed down onto his chest as he slowed his movements continuing to move gently in and out of her as his cock slowly deflated. Finally it slipped out of her and he felt a rush of warmth around his balls as her pussy emptied itself of his cum. “Come on, let’s go inside and clean up,” she suggested as she stood up and clutching her bikini bottoms to her dripping pussy, led Tom indoors and up into her bedroom. She led him into the shower and turned it on, the large rain head gently wetting them.
She took a sponge and putting some shower gel on it soaped him all over, rubbing it all around his cock and balls, bringing him once more to a state of semi-erection. Tom took the sponge from her and covered her in lather, spending much longer than was necessary on her breasts and pussy. Rinsing off she led him into her bedroom and they dried themselves off, Tom watching her dress as he had the previous day. “I think we’d both like to go again, “she indicated his cock, “but Karen will be home shortly, so the next round will have to wait!” Tom was delighted to hear the words, “next round” and reluctantly went into his own room to dress.
That evening was full of chatter from Karen, Tom and Aunt Ruth sneaking knowing glances at each other, an early night was declared as both Karen and her mother had work the next day, Tom hoping that there might still be time for round 2! He lay in his bed, trying not to sleep, wondering if he dared go in search of his aunt, but being apprehensive that he would not be welcomed. As the house became still he was aware of a snick as his door was opened then closed again, a rustling then a warm soft body slid into bed beside him.
He turned towards her and took her in his arms, their lips meeting in a long kiss. He could feel her breasts pressing up against his chest as his cock pushed into her stomach. She rolled on her back and his hand went to her breast, caressing the softness, his lips finding the hard nub in the middle as her nipple stiffened at his touch. His hand traced down her stomach, past her belly button and through the crinkly hair to find her slit, wet and inviting. Still suckling her nipple he slid a finger inside her as she murmured in appreciation.
He felt a hand on his cock, sliding up and down as he eased over her body, her legs opening, the hand guiding him to her entrance. He felt the end of his cock engage in her pussy and slowly but steadily he slipped it into her warm, waiting depths until he could go no more, then lifted out, almost escaping that sheath, but pushing back in, his tempo increasing. Wordlessly they moved together, their bodies moving in sync, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, their breathing becoming heavier and faster as their passion grew. Quicker and quicker they moved until Tom could stand it no more, “Auntie I’m going to cum.”
“Yes Tom, cum now,” she gasped as her body went rigid, her fingers digging gouges in his back. Tom slid both his hands under her buttocks, pulling himself as tightly into her as she could, one finger finding her anus, pushing in knuckle deep as his spunk erupted inside her. “Nngghh!” she cried, her pussy greedily taking him as deep as she could, the end of his cock colliding with her cervix.
They both relaxed and Tom made to roll off, fearing his weight would crush her. “No Tom, I want you in me for as long as possible,” she whispered as she pulled him tightly into her. Tom felt his softening cock slip out of her, but still she clung to him, until reluctantly she rolled him off. Immediately she turned away, snuggling back into his body, pulling one arm round her, putting his hand over her breast which he cupped. “I think we can drop the “Aunt” now Tom, don’t you?” Gradually their breathing slowed and they slept.
When Tom woke he was alone and it was light and he could hear Karen in the bathroom. He waited for a while then went into the bathroom and peed, straightening his bed hair in the mirror, then pulled on some clothes and went down to the kitchen to find both Ruth and Karen there, getting breakfast.
“Morning sleepyhead,” teased Karen, “what have you got planned today while we’re both at work?”
“Thought I’d start on a bit of geocaching today,” he replied, glancing at Ruth who smiled back at him. He noticed her wince slightly as she sat down.
“What’s up Mum?” asked Karen, also noticing.
“Just a bit of old age,” replied Ruth. “Tom, we’ll only be using the one car, so you can borrow Karen’s today.”
“Thanks Ruth,” answered Tom, earning a sideways glance from Karen at the lack of “Aunt”.
They set off for work leaving Tom to clear up and to mull over his thoughts, what an amazing day he’d had. Perhaps his stay with his aunt, Ruth, he corrected himself, was going to work out pretty well, although Karen didn’t seem too pleased at the moment for some reason.
He decided to forgo a shower and started to plan his day. It was still fine weather, not as sunny for which he was grateful, but he still packed his emergency kit into his backpack and set off for one of his planned routes. It was great to be out and about again, he thought as he trudged over the moor, his GPS leading him from one cache to the next. The scenery was breath-taking and the sky vast above him as he listened to the birdsong. He encountered a few people along the way, but essentially he was alone with nature.
He returned home before Ruth and Karen, and just for a change decided to have a relaxing bath rather than a shower, remembering as he slipped into the warm water just how enjoyable a good soak could be, making a mental note to have more in the large roll top bath whilst he was staying here. He dressed just as they turned up chattering away, Karen’s earlier sharpness having melted away.
Over dinner Karen asked him what he had planned for the next day. “Probably some more geocaching while the weather holds.” He indicated a route he’d researched and both Ruth and Karen confirmed that the scenery was exceptional and he’d really enjoy it.
“Do you mind if I come?” asked Karen. Tom was a little surprised, but decided he’d welcome the company and so readily agreed. Karen confirmed she had all the necessary hiking and emergency gear so the deal was set.
The next day they saw Ruth off to work and made their own preparations, driving across the moor to a parking area from which they’d depart on foot. Tom explained how to set the way points into the GPS and they set off, broadly following paths where they could, but occasionally crossing the rough moorland. Karen got really excited when she found her first cache, especially when she found some little teddy bears inside. Tom explained that some people liked to leave little mementos which Karen thought was sweet.
“So how did you get into this Tom?”
“Well at school I did some orienteering, which is the same thing essentially, but you can only use a map and compass, and basically you run round trying to beat everyone else’s time. This is a little more relaxed, and of course the advent of GPS has made it a lot easier.” The sun was beating down and they took care to keep well hydrated, until mid-morning when Karen stopped suddenly.
“Tom, all that water’s going straight through me, I need a pee. Can we stop somewhere?”
“Karen there isn’t anywhere, you’ll just have to go out here. I could do with one as well, why don’t you go one side of that stone wall and I’ll go this side.” Somewhat reluctantly Karen agreed and as Tom stood by the wall getting his cock out he saw Karen undo her shorts and squat down. He could only see the top of her head, but couldn’t help wishing he could see more. She bobbed a few times and stood up, Tom just catching a flash of backside as she pulled her panties and shorts up. “There, that’s better,” said Tom, pulling his zip back up as Karen re-joined him on his side of the wall.
They discovered a few more caches and then decided to stop for lunch in the shelter of a rocky outcrop, propping themselves up against the stones eating the sandwiches that they had brought with them. “Enjoying it?” asked Tom.
“Surprisingly so,” replied Karen, “I’ve always enjoyed walking the moor, and this gives it some sort of purpose, although I can’t say I’d want to do it running with just a map and compass. The only problem is….”
“Don’t tell me you want another pee?” interjected Tom, looking around, “You’ll just have to go over there,” he indicated a small rocky outcrop, “I know there’s not much cover but that’s all there is.”
“OK, but don’t look.” Karen walked over to the rocks and with a backward look at Tom, turned away from him and dropped her shorts and panties as she squatted down. Tom had intended to be a gentleman, but curiosity got the better of him and he did peek, seeing the white of her bum, and watching as she peed. He couldn’t really see anything, but found it quite exciting to think that her pussy was out there in the open. He wondered if it was hairy like her mother’s or whether….
He was interrupted by a shout, “You can look now.” He looked up and saw her returning, buttoning up her shorts. “Now I can watch you!” she said.
“Tough, I don’t need to go,” he retorted.
They walked steadily for another couple of hours, Tom finding her captivating company, until with about another half an hour until they got back to the car she said, “To hell with it!” and stopped in the middle of the flat plain they were traversing. She dropped her shorts and panties and once more, facing away from him began to pee. Tom could not see her pussy, but he could see a stream of liquid splattering on the ground from between her legs and felt himself begin to get a little stiff, something he couldn’t allow as he too needed to pee. He’d been holding it for a while, but the sight and sound of her had brought it on and turning his back on her, her unzipped his fly and pulled out his semi-hard cock.
He managed to pee, the stream arcing away from him and was concentrating on finishing when he heard, “Gotcha, I wish I could pee standing up, it would be so much easier.”
“You should try it,” he replied, “it can be done, I’ve seen it.”
“When?”
“Well only in porn,” he admitted.
“Are you into that sort of thing then Tom? What else turns you on?”
“A bit, but I really like natural situations, doing it outside, with ordinary looking people, not obvious porn actors. What about you?”
“I’m a bit the same as you, it has to be vaguely believable or I find it a real turn off.”
They returned to the car and Karen drove them home, arriving at the same time as Ruth. “Had a good day? She enquired.
“Very,” responded Karen, “But they need more Portaloos!”
“Ah, the trials and tribulations of wild weeing as a woman,” laughed Ruth.
They ate dinner and afterwards sat down to watch a film, but all three found their eyelids drooping and decided on an early night. Tom hoped he’d get a visit from Ruth again, but from the look of her she was going to be out for the count. In his room he listened for Karen in the bathroom, but heard nothing and so went in himself. He looked longingly at the deep bath and thought how wonderful it would be to sink into that, and making his mind up, turned the taps on full blast, filling it quite deep. He lowered himself into it, feeling the tiredness seep away from his body, letting his mind wander over the events of the past few days.
His cock stirred and he started to stroke it gently under the water, then looked across at Karen’s door and realised he had either consciously or subconsciously forgotten to lock it. He’d heard nothing from her for a while and assumed she was already asleep. That was until the door burst open and she stormed in dressed in just a tee shirt down to mid-thigh. “Are you going to be in here all night?” she enquired a little snarkily, I need a pee and I can’t use Mum’s because she’s asleep. I’ve peed in front of you all day so I suppose one more won’t hurt.”
With that she lifted the toilet lid and plonked herself down. Tom looked on in amazement as her stream started, a slight hissing sound and then splashing as it hit the bowl. She stared him straight in the eye daring him to look down, although he knew he’d be able to see nothing, then as she stopped she reached for the toilet paper and carefully reaching between her legs dried herself, all, as far as Tom could see, without allowing him the slightest glimpse.
She flushed then sashayed over to the wash basin, her breasts wobbling enticingly below the cotton of the tee shirt and washed her hands. “While I’m here I might as well do my teeth.” With that she began brushing them, her breasts and bum wobbling in time to the brushing and then as she leaned forward to rinse, the hem of her tee shirt lifted and Tom glimpsed the crease across the lower part of her bum, and he could almost imagine her pussy lips. Only for a second but he was almost certain he’d seen them.
“There,” she announced, “all finished, you can go back to what you were doing,” she glanced pointedly at his crotch where his hands were hiding his erection, “your favourite fantasies all in one go!” With that she flounced out leaving Tom frantically rubbing his cock until he came, shooting his cum all over the bath.
He slept deeply that night, morning arriving before he was aware that he’d been alone all night and a little ruefully he got up and staggered into the bathroom for a pee, once more forgetting to lock the door. He was uninterrupted and pulling on a tee shirt and shorts went downstairs. Karen was on her own, getting the breakfast, still dressed in just the tee shirt, her breasts once more catching his eye, although he did notice she had actually put a pair of knickers on. “Mum’s gone in early so it’s just the two of us. Can we go up the moor again today? I really enjoyed yesterday, and it looks as though the weather will just about hold.”
Tom readily agreed and after breakfast they set off, Karen promising not to drink so much water. It was a much cooler day and they didn’t need to hydrate so much, so there was only one pee stop at lunch, Karen once more just turning her back on him. It was again, a most enjoyable day although some dark clouds began to build later in the day and they decided to cut short the route and head back to the car. They were within a mile of it when Tom noticed that what appeared to be a dark wall was rapidly approaching them.
“Karen, we’ve got a problem,” he pointed out the rain that was fast approaching, “let’s get a move on.” He took out his compass and took a bearing on the car which they could see far in the distance just as the rain hit them. It was torrential and within minutes they were soaked and everything around them disappeared from view. “We’ve got a choice,” he said,” we can either get into my emergency bothy bag and ride it out or continue back to the car.”
“Let’s head for the car,” replied Karen, “it’s not far and we know exactly where it is.” They tucked their heads down and blindly followed the GPS until the car hove into sight. Relieved they threw in their rucksacks and clambered into the front seats. “Phew, made it!” Tom breathed in relief as they sat shivering, then he looked across at Karen, realising that her tee shirt and bra had turned completely transparent and he was looking straight at a pair of dark nipples showing through.
As he looked Karen crossed her arms over her breasts and told him, “Stop gawping and drive, have you never seen a pair of tits before?”
“I think we ought to get out of these wet things Karen, there’s no way we can see to drive safely in this and if we sit here for too long we’ll get too cold.” Reluctantly Karen agreed and pulled off her top revealing her bra, still transparent with those dark nipples now poking hard out of it. If possible Tom’s erection stiffened even more as he took in the sight. He was waiting for her to remove the bra, when to his disappointment she reached into her rucksack and pulled out her emergency clothing, and pulled a sweatshirt over her head. She pulled it down and then wriggled out of her bra, smirking at Tom as she did so.
She lifted her bum and slipped her shorts down leaving her in just a pair of panties, which also looked pretty wet. Tom wondered what she was going to do when she said, “Come on, you as well Tom, you’re making my car seats wet in those shorts.”
“Err, I’ve got a bit of a problem,” he indicated the bulge in his shorts.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’ve seen one before and I’ve even seen yours!”
“Yes, but I was seven and it’s changed a bit since then, and I think I’m going to have a problem getting my spare trousers back on.” Even so he knew he had to get his wet clothes off and he pushed down his shorts and boxers, shuffling them down his legs as his cock sprang free. He looked across at Karen and saw that she was staring intently at his penis.
“I see what you mean, that is quite a difference. You’ll just have to, you know.” She mimicked the male masturbatory action.
“I can’t, well not just like that, particularly in front of you. You’ll have to help in some way.”
“No way pal, you’re on your own!”
Tom grabbed his cock and began rubbing it, and closing his eyes thought back over the past few days, to Ruth and to Karen herself, peeing in front of him and her bum as she bent over the basin, her breasts jiggling under the tee shirt at breakfast. Despite his reluctance he began to feel good, that familiar feeling rising from his balls. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see Karen stretched back on the seat, her own hand between her legs, stroking up and down the front of her panties. He grinned at her.
“Well I couldn’t let you do it on your own could I?” she said, “Anyway it’s turning me on seeing you do that.” They continued to stroke, each watching the other’s actions, then Tom saw Karen put her hand down the front of her panties, he could just about make out her fingers through the leg holes and he knew that she’d be touching her pussy, sliding up and down her wet slit, rubbing her clit. He started stroking harder, excited by the sight in front of him, as he watched Karen’s other hand slide under her top, clearly cupping her breast, toying with her nipple.
Suddenly she lifted her hips and pulled her panties down, Tom catching a brief sight of her downy pubes as both hands returned to her crotch, one frigging her clit, the other rubbing up and down her slit. He saw two fingers disappear inside her, unable to see any detail but knew she was now fingering herself. He could hear her wetness, could see the arousal building in her and knew that he too would not be far behind her.
Faster and faster flew Karen’s hands, and suddenly she arched her hips, pushing them up from the seat as her orgasm washed over her, a cry escaping her lips. Tom could see her fingers buried in her pussy as his balls boiled and he grabbed his boxers to catch his spunk as it spurted from the end of his cock.
Breathlessly they laid back against the seats as the rain outside suddenly ceased. They looked at each other and grinned, “Wow, that was intense,” commented Karen, “I don’t think I’ve cum so hard in ages.” She looked down at his crotch, “Well at least we’ve achieved the original aim,” indicating his rapidly deflating prick, “that’s more like I remembered it, now you can get your trousers on.” They wriggled into their emergency clothes, Karen pulling on a pair of leggings and Tom some jogging bottoms as the sun suddenly burst out again, the skies turning blue once more.
Tom drove them back home and they went inside putting their wet clothes into the washing machine. “I think a shower is in order,” Karen said, “I’ll go in Mum’s en-suite and you can have the bathroom.” They separated on the landing and Tom dragged his clothes off as he waited for the shower to warm up. He’d just got in when the bathroom door opened and Karen stood there. “No point wasting water,” she said as she tugged her leggings off and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She stood there briefly allowing Tom to admire her body, her full breasts and the very soft downy triangle between her legs.
Tom opened the door and let her in, pushed close together in the confines of the cubicle, water sluicing down both their bodies. Tom found a sponge and began to wash Karen’s body, soaping her all over, then allowing her to do the same. Tom’s cock was pressing up against her and she briefly fondled it before smiling at him and getting out. Was that it, thought Tom, just saving water? Tom dried himself and stood watching as Karen wrapped a towel round her, tucking it in just above her breasts, then taking Tom by the hand led him into her bedroom.
She stood by the bed then dropped the towel, allowing it to pool around her ankles, then falling to her knees held his cock gently in one hand and sucked it into her mouth, her lips encircling his hardness. He looked down at her, allowing her to pleasure him as he watched her mouth, her eyes intent on him. Gently he pulled her to her feet and backed her towards the bed, laying her down on it, her knees bent, her feet almost touching the floor. He knelt down between her legs and kissed his way up one thigh, then skating over her pussy, tenderly ran his lips down the other.
He could sense her frustration, wanting him, but he continued to tease her, licking the inside of her thighs, running his tongue around her pussy lips but always just skimming past, until his searching tongue found its target, burying it deep inside her slit, insistently seeking her pussy entrance, then pushing inside. He heard her gasp, her hips lifting to meet his mouth, her hands holding his head, pulling it hard against her, he ran his tongue up and down, then he found her clit, his tongue fluttering on that sensitive nub, sending shivers down her body.
He could taste her juices, flooding from her pussy and he used their slickness to push two fingers past her entrance, curling them upwards, seeking that most sensitive of spots inside her. She began to moan, her head rolling from side to side as she clasped her hands to her breasts, tugging on her nipples. He sensed her disappointment as he lifted away from her, but swinging her legs round on the bed he positioned himself between her legs again, his cock seeking and finding her pussy, then in one smooth motion he slid inside her, feeling her tightness envelop him.
His hips began to move, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy until their pubic bones were pressed hard against each other and he could feel the pressure of her cervix on the end of his cock. He lifted himself up on straightened arms, watching her breasts slide back and forth as she continued to pump into her, seeing her face contorting as the waves of pleasure ran through her body. He sensed her forcing the pace and he matched her, their bodies now slamming together until with a shrill cry she came, her body becoming rigid as her fists grasped the bed covers and her pussy clamped down hard like a fist.
Tom slowed down, allowing his cock still to move in and out, but oh so gently as she came down from her high and her eyes opened. She pulled him down on top of her body, and surrounding him with her arms hugged him tight to her, holding him for a few moments. Tom found himself being rolled over, and in one swift move he was underneath, her pussy still gripping his erect cock. She smiled down into his eyes as her hips started to undulate, sliding him in and out of her once more. He could see her pussy lips stretching round him could see her clit being pulled down by the action as his eyes were dragged up to her breasts seeing them properly for the first time.
They were much like her mother’s, full and ripe with dark nipples, sitting proudly on her chest, still flushed from her orgasm. Tom reached up and cupped them, her hands covering his, pulling them harder into her body, the flesh firm and warm. The sight was extremely arousing and Tom felt his orgasm begin to rise in him. He took hold of her hips and began to push and pull her harder down onto him, thrusting deep inside her with his hips. Karen responded, her hips moving with increasing rapidity and suddenly Tom erupted inside her, feeling Karen’s pussy gripping and releasing him, his spunk spurting deep inside her, filling her up with his cum.
They stilled and then Karen rolled off him, lying on her side, facing him as she pulled him into tight hug, her breasts flattening against his chest. “I think we ought to go out in the rain more often, don’t you?” Any further activity was put to a halt by the sound of Ruth’s car pulling up outside, Tom scuttling back to his room to dress, the implication of being caught in bed with Karen too horrendous to imagine.
They met downstairs, Ruth enquiring if they’d been caught in the storm and Karen replying that they had just made it back to the car in time, which was nearly true, that they had managed to amuse themselves while they waited it out.
The next day was Saturday and they lounged around the pool waiting for Tom’s Dad to arrive with his sister. She was being picked up straight from her archaeological dig, her father having collected a suitcase of her normal clothes from home. Tom was quite looking forward to seeing Jo again, they’d always been close, although time spent away at university had allowed a gap to creep in between them and he wanted to catch up on her life and regain that closeness.
Both Ruth and Karen were wearing bikinis and Tom found it difficult not to picture them naked, occasionally touching his cock at the memories. It wasn’t until late afternoon however that his father and sister arrived, the whole family greeting them outside. Tom hugged his sister, who jokingly pushed him away, “Don’t come near me, I’ve not had a shower for a week and I must stink!” Their Dad joked they’d had to keep the car windows open all the way down and they all went inside, Tom lugging Jo’s cases up to Karen’s room where a put-u-up bed had been set up for her.
“I’m sorry about the bed,” apologised Ruth to Jo, “but we’ve only got three bedrooms and unless you want to share a bed with one of us it’s the only option available.”
“No worries Aunt Ruth,” replied Jo, “I’m sure it will be fine, and to tell the truth, what I’ve been sleeping on for the past week makes that look like a four poster luxury.”
Their father had another quick turnaround and was soon on his way back, leaving the four of them sitting on the patio. “I really do need that bath now, If you don’t mind, we did truly only have hand wash basins for a week and I desperately need a good long soak to get all this grime off.” Karen led Jo upstairs into the bathroom and explained about the doors, adding that both she and Tom occasionally forgot to lock the door, but they’d managed to get on with it and she was sure that Jo would fit in fine.
Jo carefully locked Tom’s door, but left the other one open as she shucked off her clothes and sank back into the wonderfully hot water, allowing her body to relax. She washed her hair then turned her attention to her body, soaping herself down in the luxurious bath, carefully washing all the creases and crevices in her body. She ran her hand over her pussy, feeling a week’s worth of stubble and thought she really should do something about it, but wasn’t certain where her razor was, so had to leave it.
The next thing she knew was a hand shaking her shoulder gently, “Jo, Jo, wake up, you’ve been in here ages.” Jo came to, instantly feeling the water much cooler and realised that Karen was standing above her trying to wake her up. She was conscious that her body was fully exposed to her cousin, her boobs bobbing gently in the water and her pussy fully exposed. Luckily the water was quite soapy but even so she was a bit embarrassed to be in that position. Karen didn’t seem at all fazed by it as she stood there still in her bikini.
“We’re going to be eating dinner soon, so I just came up to change and realised you were asleep. I hope you don’t mind me waking you.”
“Not at all, the water’s getting cold anyway.” Jo pulled herself up as Karen turned away and left the bathroom, undoing her bikini top as she went, her breasts falling free. Jo picked up her towel and wrapped it round her, going into the bedroom just as Karen was stepping out of her bottoms. Her eyes were drawn to the triangle of downy hair between Karen’s legs.
“Sorry,” apologised Karen, “sharing will take a bit of getting used to, but I suspect we’ll be seeing a lot of each other naked.” Jo turned away as she dropped her towel, reaching for her own clothes, wondering how easy sharing was actually going to be.
Dressed they went downstairs to find that Ruth and Tom had started on the drinks, Tom with a beer and Ruth a G&T, Karen and Jo both opting for wine. “Here’s to getting along together,” toasted Ruth as they chinked glasses.
After dinner Karen and Tom decided to go into town again, Jo opting out as she was still tired from her field trip, feeling she needed to catch up on her sleep. The two of them met up with the same crowd from the previous week, Tom being welcomed now as an old friend and the evening passed quickly. Tom and Karen made their way back across the fields, their mood mellowed by the alcohol they had consumed. Tom clambered over a stile then turned to help Karen over it, her mobility somewhat constrained by the flowing skirt she was wearing. As she stepped off she stumbled slightly, throwing her into Tom’s arms, he caught her and as they held each other his lips lowered to her mouth and he kissed her.
“I’ve been wanting you to do that all evening,” murmured Karen as she returned his kisses, their embrace gaining in passion as their tongues swirled around. Tom’s hand slid down her back, grasping her bum and the other slipped between their bodies cupping her breast through her clothes, he could feel the hardness of her nipple. His cock was stiff inside his trousers and he knew Karen was aware of it as her body pressed against his. She broke off their kiss and sank to her knees, unbuckling his belt and yanking his trousers and boxers down. His cock sprang free and she took it into her mouth, drawing him back as far as she could, rubbing the base with her hand.
He looked down at her, their eyes meeting as she drew her once more to her feet and turning her around, pushed her up against the stile, her arms braced on the top rail. Picking up the hem of her skirt he lifted it up and over her hips exposing her white panties, reflecting brightly in the moonlight. Taking hold of the waistband he drew them down over her hips and bum, pulling them down to her ankles as she stepped out of them. He pressed his face into her crease, tasting the muskiness of her arsehole as he ran his tongue across it, then down to her pussy, already leaking her womanly juices.
His tongue probed her lips, finding her entrance and he pushed in as far as he could, his nose embedded in her crease, pressing on her perineum. Standing up he pushed two fingers inside her, passage made easy by her natural lubrication, his thumb pressing against her anus, easing its way just inside her. He pumped his fingers in and out, feeling her pushing back against him, as her hand started to frig her clit.
Tom withdrew his fingers, then standing behind her held his cock against her, sliding it up and down her crease, over her anus, then down to her pussy. He teased her, pressing against her back hole, feeling her stiffen, then allowed it to slide down to her waiting pussy, He eased his way forward, feeling the head engage with her lips, then pushed steadily inside, her pussy stretching to accommodate him.
He began to thrust in and out, as she met him halfway, her body pushing back against him, her hand still busy on her clit. Tom could just see her bum hole on the light of the moon, and he licked his finger, then pressed it up against her, easing in until he was one knuckle deep, then two. He could feel her ring contracting around him and could feel his cock through her walls as it thrust inside her. Her movements were now becoming more vigorous and he could feel the sap rising in him. He pulled his finger out of her bum, seeing it close tight behind it, and he reached forward under her top finding her breasts encased in her bra.
Roughly he pushed it away from her body, releasing her tits from their confinement, now swinging freely below her. Greedily his hand grabbed one, squeezing and pinching the nipple as he continued his assault on her pussy. “If you keep this up I’m going to cum,” she gasped.
“Cum then,” he replied, “Cum and let me fill you up with my spunk.” He felt her pussy tighten around his cock as her pussy flooded with juices and at the same time his balls boiled and he exploded into her, his cum coating the walls of her pussy, spattering onto her cervix. He could see her arsehole contracting with her orgasm as he could feel it through his cock.
Suddenly they were both still, and he slowly pulled himself out of her, seeing her hand cup her pussy to catch the white goo escaping it. She put her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean, swallowing his cum with relish.
She picked her knickers up and pulled them back on as Tom tucked himself back in, then hand in hand they ambled back home. They parted on the landing with a kiss, both wishing they could spend the night together in one bed, but knowing it was impossible. Karen crept in to her room, trying not to wake Jo, who stirred just enough to mumble “A good evening?”
“Very good thanks,” replied Karen going quietly into the bathroom.
Karen woke in the morning from a delicious dream, she wasn’t certain of the details but she knew it was warm and intimate and her hand slipped down to her panties to cup her pussy as the other one fondled her breast. She could feel the little jolts of electricity starting as a voice beside her whispered, “Morning, are you awake?” With a shock Karen remembered she wasn’t alone and her morning self-pleasuring would have to wait.
“Yes I am,” she replied, “did you sleep well?”
“Like a log,” came the reply. “I’m sorry I didn’t join you last night, but I wouldn’t have been much fun, as I could barely keep my eyes open. But a good night’s sleep should have sorted that and I should be raring to go now. Was it just a group of friends last night, or is there someone special.”
“Oh, mostly a group, but yes, there is someone who might be special. What about you, anyone that you’d want to take home to Mum and Dad?”
Jo paused for a moment, “Well no-one really, we mostly hang around in a group, but just sometimes, it can get a bit more friendly, you know, when there’s an itch that needs scratching.” Karen thought about the itch she had at that moment that needed scratching and the memory of Tom thrusting into her and cumming inside her surfaced, sending a twinge of pussy juice down inside her.
“Look, this is very rude, I’m sitting up here like the Queen of Sheba and you’re down there on that awful put-u-up, why don’t you slip in beside me and we can have a proper chat.” Gratefully Jo got out of her somewhat uncomfortable camp bed and pulled back the covers on Karen’s double bed and slid in. Both were now sitting propped up against the headboard, covers up to their waists.
“So does it get scratched very often?” continued Karen.
“Not always as often as I’d like, it’s really annoying that men can sleep around as much as they like and they’re just lads, but if girls do it then they’re looked down on as some sorts of sluts. So I’m afraid it’s all too often resorting to paddling the old pink canoe.”
“Sorry,” asked Karen puzzled, “paddling the pink canoe?”
“Yes you know, getting yourself off. Oh, I’m sorry, I’m giving you the impression that I’m some sort of nymphomaniac, it’s just that I do have a fairly robust appetite and it hasn’t actually been satisfied in a while. What about you?”
“I’m pretty much the same, but I had some last night,” Karen admitted, then wished she hadn’t as she didn’t want to have say with whom.
“What real sex? Tell me about it, where, how?”
“Well it was outside, he bent me over a fence and took my panties down, then licked me, then we did it.”
“Oh, I love being licked, then that magic moment when you open up and it slides in, makes me go all shivery thinking about it.”
Karen looked down and saw that the covers over Jo’s lap were moving slightly, then realised her own hand had crept back to her pussy and was very gently stroking over her panties. She decided to continue, spicing things up a little, “Mmm, yes, he put his finger in my bum as he fucked me, his cock was ramming into me and I could feel him stretching me.” Jo’s hand was now making very visible movements and her eyes were shut with her head back and Karen herself could feel the excitement building in her.
“Go, on Jo, paddle your canoe if you want to, I’m doing the same, look.” And Karen pushed down the covers letting Jo see her fingers stroking her pussy.
“Do you mind? It’s just that you’ve really got me going now, I can just see it in my mind’s eye, can remember it happening to me just like that.”
“Go on, take your panties off if you want, I’m taking mine off,” and with that Karen slipped them down over her legs, watching Jo do the same, exposing her stubbly mound. She could see her fingers rubbing brisk circles around her, her pussy lips squashing out as she pressed against them. Both women were now getting into it, both seeing pictures in their minds remembering past experiences, imagining new ones as they masturbated together.
Karen now had two fingers inside her, seeing Jo frigging her clit as first one, then two fingers opened her up and slipped inside. She found it strangely exciting watching another woman get herself off as she was doing, something she hadn’t experienced since she was a schoolgirl. On a whim she pulled her tee shirt off, exposing her breasts, seeing her nipples engorged with excitement. Jo stared at her, then pulled her own top off, both women watching the other’s breasts quivering as they strummed their pussies.
Jo’s frigging became frenetic as her body started to curl up on itself, “Jeez, I’m cuuummming,” she cried, thrusting her chest out. Without thinking Karen leaned forward and took Jo’s nipple in her lips, sucking hard on it. “Fuuuucccckkkk” screamed Jo, her body thrashing about as her orgasm pulsated through her. Suddenly she was still and Karen focussed on herself once more, she could feel it building inside her, getting closer and closer then felt it surge upwards just as a strange hand pushed hers aside and invaded her pussy. Immediately she climaxed, her body thrashing as Jo’s had, wave after wave of exquisite agony rolling through her, until it slowed and ceased, calmness once more reigning.
Both women turned to face each other, then as one their arms went round the other, their breasts squashed together, their legs entwined. Karen kissed Jo tenderly, “What on earth was that?” she asked.
“I don’t know, it just seemed right,” responded Jo. “I’ve never done that before, but I think I might want to do it again, sometime. Soon.” she added. They lay together for a while, then rolled onto their backs, both wondering where this was going to take them, until it was time to move. They used the bathroom separately, giving each other space, then dressed and went downstairs.
Tom was already downstairs and he greeted them both warmly, pleased to see them for different reasons, He’d masturbated that morning, his mind reliving his experience with Karen on the way home from the pub the night before and was looking forward to another session sometime soon. “Are you feeling better now?” he enquired of his sister, “You’re looking much more refreshed.” Jo replied that she felt much better, like a new woman she declared.
The weather promised to be fine and they decided on a pool day, with a barbecue later. Karen offered to lend Jo a bikini as she hadn’t packed one and they emerged a little later, shucking off their cover-ups. “Wow,” said Tom ogling his sister, who went red with embarrassment.
“I’m a bit bigger than Karen,” she said, “and it sort of pushes them together a bit more, giving me more cleavage.”
“You could always take it off,” suggested Tom.
“No way,” replied Jo, “typical man, obsessed by boobs and bums. At least the bottoms fit me properly.”
Ruth joined them, dressed in her own bikini and they sun bathed all day, frequently dipping into the pool to cool down, Tom hoping that Jo’s boobs would pop out of their confinement, but to his disappointment they stayed well tucked in. Towards the end of the afternoon Ruth disappeared inside to prepare the salads, and Tom wandered in to check on the meat that he had offered to be in charge of cooking.
Ruth was standing at the workbench, still dressed in her bikini, her boobs wobbling most appealingly as she washed and cut the salad. Tom squeezed past her on his way to the fridge, his hands briefly touching her hips as he went past. He opened the fridge and checked the meat, assessing the time it would take to cook, then turned back watching Ruth. She looked up and smiled at him and he recalled their love-making session, the previous week. She’d kept her distance since and he wondered if she regretted it, but the warmth in her smile told him otherwise.
He went and stood behind her, then pressed his crotch into her backside, his hands snaking round and cupping her boobs. Bending forward he kissed her neck and shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. “I’ve missed you,” she said, putting down the knife, “and especially that.” She reached round behind her and found his penis, squeezing it between her fingers, bringing it to life. She turned her head and their lips met, kissing tenderly as his hands fondled her breasts. He slipped her top up and took them in his hands, rolling her nipples in his fingers as she stroked his cock.
He pushed a hand down inside her bikini, then through her crinkly hair to find her slit, already wet. One finger slipped inside as her knees buckled slightly. “We can’t, not here,” she protested, “someone might come in.”
“We’d see them first,” he countered as he eased her bikini down over her hips.
“Tom, we shouldn’t,” she half protested as he took his cock out of his shorts and rubbed it along her crease, but her body betrayed her as she pushed back against him. Leaning her forward Tom bent his knees aligning his cock with her pussy then pushed it in, finding her wet and ready. “Yes Tom, hard now, do it hard.” Tom grasped her hips and rammed himself in her, feeling her meet his thrusts as she gasped with pleasure as he penetrated her depths. She had her hands braced on the worktop now, and both of them could see the two girls laughing and chatting outside, oblivious to the action taking place indoors.
Both Tom and Ruth found it immensely exciting and knew they would not be long in cumming. Tom exploded first, the sudden warmth pulsating out of his cock sending Ruth’s passion soaring over the top and she came, her body collapsing onto the hard surface. Tom reached for some kitchen roll as he pulled out of her, catching his cum before it could fall to the floor, earning him a look of gratitude from Ruth. They looked up and saw Karen getting up, so quickly put their costumes back on succeeding just as she arrived.
“Need any help?” she offered.
“No, I think we’ve done all we needed to do,” replied Ruth.
The rest of the day passed quickly, the barbecue was a success and they slumped in front of the television in the evening, watching some tennis from Wimbledon. Karen and Jo opted for an early night, Jo indicating she was going for a bath first. Once they had disappeared Ruth cuddled up to Tom, “Why don’t you come and visit me tonight when it’s all quiet?” Tom quickly agreed and they watched the end of the match then went upstairs themselves.
Once Jo was in the bathroom she locked Tom’s door, she didn’t want him stumbling in on what she had to do, then whilst the bath was running, she opened the cabinet to retrieve Tom’s shaving gear, her earlier search not having discovered any other form of razor. She was sure he wouldn’t mind. She lowered herself in the bath and soaked away the day, then when she was sure her skin was nice and soft she lathered up Tom’s badger hair shaving brush and swiped it over her pussy, carefully massaging the soapy foam into her. As the brush passed over her clit she felt that familiar frisson and wondered what it would be like to masturbate with it.
Gently she shaved her week long stubble away, carefully getting into all the folds and crevices, then running her fingers over her pussy congratulated herself on a job well done. She was impressed with Tom’s razor, much better than cheap old disposables, she thought. She washed his shaving gear and dried herself, then wrapping a towel round her, unlocked Tom’s door and went back into her bedroom. Karen was already in bed, lying on her side, her head propped up on one arm, and Jo could see that her shoulders were bare.
Jo dropped the towel to put on her panties and tee shirt, noticing Karen’s eyes widening as she saw her freshly shaven pussy. Karen lifted up the bed covers and said, “Why don’t you just get into bed like that with me, that put-u-up must be awfully uncomfortable.” Jo slid in beside Karen relishing the feel of the linen on her bare skin, freshly tender from the bath, and lay on her back, pulling the covers back over her. She felt Karen’s arm slide across and a finger gently touched her breast, idly circling her nipple, barely touching the skin, then it skated across the nub, already starting to go hard. A twinge in her pussy and a little surge of pussy juice seeped into her.
“Careful,” she admonished, “you’ll get me going.”
“Perhaps that is my intention,” replied Karen mischievously, her fingers now toying openly with Jo’s nipple sending shivers of delight through her body. “I see you’ve shaved down there, may I feel it?”
“If you wish,” replied Jo as Karen’s hand left her breast to be replaced by her mouth and her hand slid down over Jo’s stomach to her pubic area. Jo was surprised when they did not stop but slid down to her pussy, running down through her already damp slit. Instinctively her hips lifted to increase the pressure and she could feel her lips parting as Karen’s finger slid along between them. A moan escaped her lips as Karen started to rub her pussy, her lips still sucking on her nipple.
Waves of pleasure washed through Jo’s body as Karen fingered her, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, could feel herself opening up to Karen’s fingers, and then suddenly she felt two fingers slip inside her, parting her lips. It was too late to stop this now, even if she wanted to, and she knew she didn’t want it to stop, she wanted it to continue until she came.
Such was the pleasure that she was barely conscious of Karen’s lips leaving her breasts until the covers were pushed back and she realized Karen was between her legs, her mouth sliding deliciously towards her pussy. Lips met lips and a bolt of lightning flashed across her pleasure receptors. Karen was licking her now, her tongue tracing up and down her slit, one minute invading her pussy, the next flicking across her clit. She could feel floods of juice seeping out of her, flooding her pussy and wave after wave coursed through her body, sending electric shocks to her nipples. She grabbed them, tugging and tweaking them as her orgasm rose inside her, that warmth starting in her loins and radiating outwards until she came, her body convulsing under the continued onslaught of Karen’s tongue and fingers.
Jo didn’t know if she’d screamed or not, such was the fog surrounding her, but slowly she calmed, her senses regaining their acuity and she saw Karen, still between her legs, looking up into her eyes. She pulled her up and kissed her passionately, their breasts flattened together, Karen’s legs astride Jo’s thigh. She was conscious that Karen was rubbing herself rhythmically against her, humping her leg, she could feel the crinkly hair and the softness of her folds.
“Let me kiss you.” she offered.
“No, I feel so untidy down there compared to you, I’ll shave it and then you can,” she said as her body continued to move. Jo began to press her leg against Karen’s pussy as she moved, increasing the pressure and her hands grasped her buttocks, further increasing the friction. She was conscious that Karen was now moving faster and her breathing was becoming heavier as she humped her leg. Karen lifted herself off Jo’s body and Jo’s hands found her breasts, lifting her head to kiss and suck her nipples.
“Yes that’s it, I’m going to cum, yes, yes, yes,” cried Karen as she face screwed up and her body began to shudder, her humping now frantic against Jo’s leg. Jo felt a sudden wetness across her thigh as Karen went rigid and she cried out “Nnnggghhh!”, then slumped down over Jo, her body totally limp. Jo kissed her, then rolled her gently off, their arms wrapped round each other, their embrace warm and loving. In this position they slept.
Tom had waited until all was quiet in the bathroom, then an extra fifteen minutes, trying not to sleep, only hearing what he thought was an owl screeching, then as quietly as possible he eased open his bedroom door and crossed the landing to Ruth’s room. She had left the door ajar and he could see light behind it. Gently he eased in, seeing her sitting up in bed reading as he closed the door quietly behind him. “I didn’t think you’d come,” she said, putting her book down and taking off her reading glasses, then pulled back the covers, inviting him into her bed. He pulled off his boxers and slid in beside her, finding her naked as well.
He wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her, his erection pressing hard against her abdomen. “I see you’ve recovered from this afternoon,” she commented, her hand grasping his cock and stroking it. “This time I want it inside me properly, not rushed, with my tits dangling in the salad.”
Tom slid down until his face was buried in her chest and began to lick her breasts and nipples, sucking gently on them. “Just a hint of vinaigrette,” he joked, pushing them together so her nipples were touching and he could lick both of them together. He was lying between her opened legs and he could feel her pussy pushing up against his abdomen, wanting him.
He dragged his tongue down her stomach, past her belly button to her pubic hair, then through it to find her clit. He buried his tongue in its hood, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, rolling the hardening nub around, as her heard her gasping, then further down, his fingers parting her lips to allow his tongue inside her slit. All that hair doesn’t disgust you does it?” she asked, “I know all modern girls shave now, but it just doesn’t seem right on a woman my age.”
“Ruth, I love you just how you are, anyway not all modern girls shave their hair,” he said, thinking not only of Karen but also some of his recent conquests at university.” He continued to lick and kiss her, alternating between forcing his tongue inside her pussy and flicking at her clit. He could feel her getting wetter, his face slick with her juices and could sense that she was now highly aroused, her hips pushing hard up against his face.
Looking her straight in the eyes he slid back up her body, his lips once more kissing her breasts until his cock found her pussy, then adjusting slightly he felt it engage, and slowly pushed inside her, feeling that warm sheath envelop him as her pussy walls tightened round him. Gently he started to move in and out, his hips lifting and falling between her legs. “That’s it,” she murmured, “that’s what I’ve been waiting for all day.”
He could feel her meeting his thrusts as he rained gentle kissed down on her neck and shoulders, kissing and licking behind her ears, feeling her squirming as nice goose bumps ran down her body. Slowly he began to increase his pace, pushing deeper and deeper inside her, until he could feel the end of her vagina. Ruth pulled her knees back changing the angle of his penetration and she started to moan as the sensation washed through her body, her fingers raking his back. Tom started to pump hard into her now, feeling her orgasm impending and as it built and built he forced a hand between then squeezing her breast, her nipple clamped between two fingers.
With a deep intake of breath she came, a muffled cry escaping her mouth as her body shivered then relaxed. Tom rolled off her, his cock still hard as he pulled her into him, cuddling her tight to his body. “You didn’t cum?” enquired Ruth worried, “I know my pussy’s not as tight as Karen’s, but you can fuck my arse if you want, there’s lube and a condom in the drawer.”
Tom was stunned. “How did you know about me and Karen?” he asked.
“Well I know my daughter well enough to recognize what that silly grin on her face means, and anyway who do you think does the washing in this house, cum stains in her knickers and bedding is a bit of a giveaway. Shall I get the lube?”
“Ruth, much as I’d love to, I respect you too much, anyway your pussy is fine. Just give me a minute.” Ruth looked him in the eyes for a moment, then lowered her head to his chest and felt for his cock, stroking it gently. Tom’s head was still spinning, both about Karen and the offer of anal sex. How on earth did she come to have lube and a condom in her drawer, her husband had been dead for quite a while. There was no reason why she should be celibate of course, then a comment she made about him being bigger than his father flashed into his mind. Surely his Dad and Ruth, his sister hadn’t….
His mind was distracted by lips closing over the end of his cock as she took him deep inside her mouth and his hands instinctively clasped her head. She looked up at him, “Back with us now are you?” She asked, eyes twinkling. She sat up and threw a leg over his hips, holding his cock at the junction of her thighs as though it were her own. She started to rub it, then lifted her body up and carefully engaging his cock in her opening slowly lowered herself down until their pubic bones were touching.
He looked up at her face, her breasts, still impressive with large nipples, so chewable he thought as she started to undulate her hips, rolling his cock in and out of her pussy, her tits matching her body’s movement, drawing his eyes to them. Her reached up and cupped them as Ruth clamped her hands over his, pulling them tighter to her. They moved together, both relishing the pleasure from their joining, not hurrying, knowing that they would both achieve the release their bodies and minds craved.
Slowly their pace increased, Tom’s hands guiding her hips, lifting and pushing as his cock slid in and out of her warm wet vagina. Their breathing became deeper as their movements gained momentum, both feeling the oncoming rush from their bodies. Ruth came first, her body stiffening as Tom felt her pussy clamp down on him. He thrust up into her, concentrating as he exploded inside her, his cum shooting hard into her pussy, then seeping out round the join between his cock and her lips, a creamy white froth appearing between them.
Ruth stilled, then slid off him, a soft plop escaping her pussy as his cock left her, her opening gaping momentarily, filled with white cum trickling down her legs. She snuggled into his side and was soon asleep, gentle snores coming out of her mouth. Tom lay there, his mind running over thoughts about his Dad and his aunt until he reluctantly slipped out of bed, kissing his aunt and briefly caressing her breast before creeping back to his own room.
Jo was woken by sounds coming out of their shared bathroom, she reached across to find Karen but the bed was empty and Jo remembered it was Monday and Karen had to work. She snuggled down under the covers again, remembering the night, firstly an amazing orgasm at the hands, or rather tongue of Karen, then a night of touching, caressing and kissing, all while barely awake. Her mind flitted in and out of sleep, not really knowing what was dream and what was memory until the door opened and Karen emerged from the bathroom.
She bounced onto the bed bringing Jo back to full wakefulness, turning onto her back and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “Got something to show you,” announced Karen excitedly, throwing off her towel and straddling Jo’s naked chest, “Look!” Jo found herself staring straight into a totally bald pussy, the inner lips barely visible, just a neat slit topped by a clit still shrouded in its hood.
“You did it already?” she exclaimed, grasping Karen’s buttocks and pulling her forward.
“No time like the present,” replied Karen, “I borrowed Tom’s razor, hope he doesn’t mind!” That was two pussies that had experienced a close shave with Tom’s razor thought Jo as she drew Karen forward until she could kiss her pussy. She pressed her mouth to Karen’s slit, parting her lips with her tongue, sliding it up and down as Karen struggled for breath. “I’ve got to go to work,” she gasped, Jo ignoring her as her fingers worked into Karen’s bum crease and toyed with her anus, pressing into her. “Mmmm,” was the best Karen could manage as she found herself thrusting her hips forward against Jo’s probing tongue.
Jo continued licking and kissing as Karen mauled her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples. Jo pulled away from Karen and pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her pussy open then as abruptly pulled them out, her mouth latching once more to Karen’s slit. Jo found Karen’s bum once more and using her lubricated finger pushed it inside her. “Fuuuck!” cried Karen, her body now under attack from both sides, Jo could taste Karen’s juices flooding out of her and realized she was close to cumming, redoubling her efforts.
With another cry Karen came, her hips jerking back and forth as Jo pulled her face into her, feeling how wet she was, her finger sliding from Karen’s bum. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to fly,” Karen apologized.
“Don’t worry,” reassured Jo, “I understand.” With that she threw the covers back and spreading her legs wide started to frig her pussy, thrusting first two then three fingers inside her already sopping snatch.
Karen looked on, “Bitch!” she mouthed as she longed to join in but couldn’t. Jo watched her new lover dress, seeing her slip her panties on, running her hands over the front, getting used to the new feeling, then putting her bra on, allowing her breasts to drop into the cups before fastening it behind her. Jo could feel herself getting worked up now, as Karen zipped up her skirt and buttoned up her blouse, Jo’s fingers becoming a blur and they forced themselves deep into her opening, her palm rubbing her clit. Karen walked over to the bed and leaned forward to kiss Jo, her tongue probing inside her moth as her hand caressed her breast. With a muffled scream Jo’s orgasm exploded inside her, her body convulsing as Karen looked on, then blew her a kiss and left.
Tom had planned on doing some geocaching on Monday, but the weather turned miserable, a steady drizzle reducing visibility and making life miserable. The three of them moped about that house idly passing the time, helping Ruth with some housework until they settled down to watch some tennis, the weather at Wimbledon paradoxically bright and sunny. None of them could settle, each consumed with thoughts of the previous night, Tom wondering if he should have taken Ruth up on her offer, he’d never had anal sex and had often wondered if it was as good as reported or whether that was just male bragging.
Jo’s phone pinged and she opened it, seeing a picture message from Karen, it was of Karen sitting on a toilet at work, her knickers around her knees, two fingers inside her pussy with the caption
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