Young and Old

I woke up this morning feeling really horny. I had the vague recollection that my dreams had been erotic. Whether they had or not, I had a raging hard on. That was the good thing. They tell me that is not supposed to happen as much, now I'm in my sixties. Ok, I'll admit it probably doesn't happen as much as when I was 16 and couldn't get through the day without wanking but it still happens often enough. I'm not complaining.

I thought about sex, and when I last had it. Almost a month now. Too long really. I suppose you could call her an FWB. We meet every so often when she passes through the area with work. She is in her fifties, and has lovely big boobs. She gives a wonderful blow job. The thought of her mouth on my cock made it pump up a bit more.

I got up and stood in front of the mirrored wardrobe door. Naked.

I looked at my body critically. Not too bad for 66 really. I still had a flat stomach. Ok not as taut as it used to be...but better than a lot of guys 30 years younger. Fairly good muscle tone all round I decided, but again, not quite what it was. My eyes were drawn to the reflection of my hard cock. Still very good there and it seemed a pity there was nobody there to experience it.

I massaged it, as always enjoying the sensation. As I did so I tried to visualize the type of woman I would like to be with just now. The type alternates between busty curvy types and slim petite types. Today it was a slim petite woman I yearned. Preferably young. I imagined what it would be like to pick her up as I stood and lower her onto my erect shaft. Feeling her wrap her legs around me as we slowly fuck standing in front of the mirror.

Dream on. I thought to myself that ain't never going to happen. Not today anyway I added to myself hastily.

I stomped off to get a shower and breakfast, wondering what I was going to do with my day. I have recently retired, so every day is like a weekend to me. It is still a novelty.

LINDSEY:

At last the alarm went off and I could justify getting up. It had been a long night of tossing and turning and generally over thinking things. I went over the previous evening yet again in my mind. It had started off so well and I had been optimistic. I went out with some of the girls from the office. We went man hunting. There were six of us altogether. We went from bar to bar eyeing up the blokes there and generally trying to attract someone. We all dressed our best and probably were very loud and provocative. I did my best to keep up with the other girls as we talked about sex and men in general. Trouble was I didn't have much to contribute. I am not a virgin but that is about as much as I can say. I had sex at a party when I had too much to drink. It wasn't a traumatic experience but I really don't remember very much other than thinking. Is that it? Isn't it supposed to last longer and be a lot more fun than that?

Anyway, one by one the girls paired up with a guy and some of them left us to go on to other places. In the end there was Julie who is 24, Annie who is a bit overweight and older than my mum and me. Julie was no longer contributing to the conversation as she had two tongues in her mouth. The other belonging to a big muscular bearded guy who was just too hot for words. Annie was being chatted up by a young guy in a suit. Nobody was chatting me up. No men had spoken to me all evening - unless you count the three who thought I was Annie's daughter, and questioned whether I should be up this late, and in a bar.

Julie and her guy disappeared all of a sudden. I felt very alone and exposed as Annie was becoming more and more focused on the guy with the suit. I decided I would leave. Then Annie wouldn't feel guilty and I wouldn't be left looking like a sad ugly little girl - again.

I walked home passing as many bars and takeaways as I could in the forlorn hope that some guy would pick me up or even just offer me a lift. I was that desperate I would have got into any car. However nobody did. I arrived home feeling horny and frustrated. I Analyzed the situation all night. I just wanted to be with someone; someone who could make me feel like a woman. Someone who would fuck me until I was breathless from cumming. I knew what it was like to cum. Of course I did. I have fingers that are very good at it, and I used to have a little vibrator, but that was broken. Well, worn out to be more precise.

But what did I want? The answer that kept coming to me was: Somebody who doesn't take things too seriously. Somebody who will appreciate me as I am. Somebody I can have a laugh and a good uncomplicated fuck with (as well as great foreplay of course). Somebody experienced and relaxed. In short someone older. Someone like my Grandad - not my Grandad obviously. That would just be too weird. Someone like that that shouldn't be impossible to find, surely? I had maybe just been looking in the wrong places. I needed an old pervert who likes little girls. Hang on. Did I really think that? Surely not someone as old as my Granddad? Just someone a bit older than me surely... but the thought persisted. I was nineteen so anyone over about fifty five could be grandad age - just.

I got out of bed, and slipped off my nightie letting it fall to the floor. It was not a sexy one. No point really. I figured if I ever got someone here I wouldn't need one. I looked at myself in the mirror. I really didn't like what I saw. I was thin and perhaps a bit scrawny. I told myself, athletic was a more positive term but it didn't seem to fit. Scrawny for sure. Thin legs. Again, slim is a more positive term but, no. Skinny. Flat chested with almost no tits to speak of. I wasn't even going to bother thinking of a more positive term there. Face? Plain and little girl like. No positives there either. Hair? Perhaps my one redeeming factor. It was long and down to my bum. I loved to wrap it round my body and pretend I was using it to hide my sexy features. Dream on. Oh. and it was ginger. So maybe not a great feature after all.

I decided I was going to need a real old pervy guy to get me laid. It was my only chance.

My plan then? There had to be a plan. No good waiting for fate.

I remembered something I had seen in the local rag. There was a sculpture exhibition in the park today and over the week. Lots of arty things to look at as well as food and drink available. I was off work. The sun was shining. It sounded like the sort of place respectable old gents would go on a Friday morning. But wait I didn't need a respectable one did I? Do old perverts like sculptures? I headed in to the shower. And hour and a half later I hit the park.

JOE:

After a long shower, and a leisurely breakfast outside in the sun, my thoughts came round to today's activity. I feel it is important to keep doing things most days so I don't start to vegetate. I had spent too long at the pool and gym yesterday and pushed myself a bit too much. I would do it again tomorrow probably, but decided to rest today. Maybe just a gentle swim later. What to do then?

I remembered the sculpture exhibition. Not really my thing but it felt important to support local events - especially weekday ones. I decided to go. If nothing else it would be a nice walk in the sunshine. Some time later I ambled off towards the park.

I was pleasantly surprised by the exhibition. They had set clusters of sculptures at different locations with different themes. It was a bit like a nature trail. I enjoyed wandering round for an hour or so and seeing less than a third of it by then. I came across a posh coffee van. Perfect. I waited in the short queue mind just in neutral.

After a couple of minutes of just zoning out I became aware of a small woman a couple of people ahead of me at the counter. Petite was the word to describe her. The more I looked at her from behind, the more I liked what I saw. Gorgeous long red hair, Nice slim legs and an athletic figure. very petite. just like my earlier fantasy. I couldn't wait for her to turn round. At last the woman turned round with her coffee in her hand. But wasn't a woman. She was just a young girl of maybe fifteen or so. Very pretty though. There was something about her that appealed to some deep-down desire. She caught my eye it seemed and looked right at me. Ridiculous. I'm not getting involved! I thought to myself. I watched her go and tried to forget her lovely slim petite body.

I spent the next hour or so wandering around in the sun, until I came to a cluster of food vans by some trees. I decided I was hungry and I fancied some chips. After a brief wait, I was sitting at a table enjoying a decent portion of chips. There were few other people about. Movement caught my eye and someone came past me. I looked up and saw it was the young girl again. She sat down at a nearby table facing towards me. Again, she caught my eye, and for some reason I nodded to her as if I knew her - rather than someone I had just seen an hour earlier. She smiled back. I wondered about going over to talk to her, ask her about the sculptures. But decided that would seem too creepy.

The girl ate a few chips in what looked to me a sensuous manner. I told myself not to make things up. What she did next made me realise I was not mistaken. This girl was either leading me on or just trying to unsettle an older man

She picked up a sausage, looked me in the eye and slipped the sausage into her mouth and worked her lips up and down it. She took it out without biting and dipped it in mayo, coating the end thoroughly. Then looking pointedly at me she licked the mayo slowly off the sausage. She repeated this twice more. The third time she did it, she opened her legs as wide as her dress would allow. I glanced behind me wondering if the show was for someone else. Nobody there.

LINDSEY:

It was lovely wandering round the park in the sun. Some of the sculptures were good. Some were just crap. I fancied a coffee after a while and got one from a little catering van. The guy serving there was older but also quite fat, and he didn't try to chat me up I decided he was not right for my little fantasy. That was all it was. I had seen nobody suitable, and in fact hardly anybody at all. Perhaps this had been a crap idea.

As i turned away from the van my eyes fell on an old boy in the queue. He was quite good looking in an old guy sort of way, his body was also pretty damn good - for an old guy. What got me though, was the way he looked at me. Sort of undressing me with his eyes. Made my clit tingle just a bit. As I wandered on, I couldn't stop thinking about him, but kept reminding myself I would probably not see him again. However. I was wrong.

There he was again eating chips at lunchtime. I was behind him so could observe him properly. He was actually quite muscular looking. I have seen much younger guys with bodies nowhere near as good. I decided to tease him and see what he did. To see if he would make a move. If that scared him off I decided he was not the one for my fantasy anyway.

I deliberately walked close by him and reckoned he smelled pretty good too. Sitting on the next table I fixed him with my best come to bed eyes. he nodded to me I'm sure.

With hindsight I probably laid it on a bit thick with sucking the mayonnaise off the sausage thing, but as you know by now, I was desperate. It worked though. It had two effects, firstly I could feel myself getting a wet pussy and secondly it brought him over. Well actually it had three effects. It terrified me.

JOE:

After a blatant display like that, which was clearly for me, I felt I had to go over to her. I knew if I didn't, I would always wonder. So, trying not to look too eager, and probably failing. I got up and wandered over to her table. I could feel my cock stiffening as I walked. I told myself this was a child, and to be careful.

"Hi. I'm Joe." I said "I see you like to suck a German Sausage." I indicated the sausage in the tray with her chips.

"Hello, I'm Lindsey. Yes. I like to suck any kind of sausage, especially with salty cream."

"Are you old enough to like that?" I asked sitting down beside her.

"Yes. I'm nineteen. Do you want to see my driving licence or would you just prefer to feel my tits?"

This girl was coming across as some sort of slut. I wondered if she was, or if she was just acting. I decided to test her and see if she stayed or got up and marched off to find a social worker.

"It won't be necessary, to see your driving licence. But I would like to feel your tits. Preferably pressed against my chest as we fuck."

"Sounds good to me. I would like to feel your hard sausage thrusting deep inside me."

I was amazed at how the conversation had progressed so quickly to sex. It felt like there was an electric charge between us. I was shocked. nineteen? If she was telling the truth, it would be legal. But just so taboo!

"Shall we walk and see some sculptures?" Lindsey asked, raising one eyebrow as she did so.

"Yes there are groups of them up near the trees this way." I indicated the wooded area near the edge of the park.

We walked off towards the first cluster of sculptures.

I have to admit to being pretty shocked, but also very excited. We walked towards the trees close together. She was tiny. The top of her head was barely reaching my shoulder. I reached round and pulled her closer to me. She didn't object, but snuggled in closer. So I slid my hand down and gave her bum a squeeze.

"You dirty old man! " she said "Do it some more. It is making my pussy wet."

I didn't need any further encouragement, and dug my fingers in. she stopped and swung round to face me. I hugged her tight and she did likewise. The feel of her little firm body pressing against mine was great. I really didn't know where this was heading, but it felt too quick. I could feel her trembling. Was it excitement or fear. Was she a complete slut or just desperate? I didn't know. I decided to go with the slut theory for now, but keep an eye on her.

"Would you like to pull my panties down and feel my wet pussy." she said. I looked around. The park was empty in this area. There were a few people down by the chip van but that was all. So I hitched up her dress to expose her lovely firm bum and slipped my hand under the waistband of her tiny black lacy panties and slid them down a bit. Lyndsey's cool flesh felt wonderful under my palm. I slid my hand down her bum and up between her legs to encounter her hot wet pussy. My fingers entered her without any gentle exploratory stroking. It just felt so hot and urgent. I lifted her up like that to kiss her eager lips, and she tasted great and returned the kiss with passion. My cock was hard and throbbing and very uncomfortable in my jeans. My fingers were wiggling away in her soaking wet pussy and Lindsey was moaning softly through our kiss. I had to have more. Got to get somewhere a little less in view, so I pulled my fingers out and changed my grip so I picked her up over my shoulder and carried her over to the edge of the trees. There were a little group of sculptures there. One was a little stone horse, about the size of a Shetland pony. I sat Lindsey on it facing backwards. We were pretty well out of view there.

I pulled Lindsey's panties right off. They were soaking. She sat backwards on the little horse and hitched her dress up to expose her gorgeous wet pussy and parted her lips with her fingers. I had an idea. I pulled out my phone and started photographing her like that. She quickly warmed to that idea. I got some great shots as she lay back, legs open fingering her juicy wet pussy. It was soaking. The dress was buttoned all up the front and as I clicked away Lindsey was undoing the buttons one by one, working her way upwards. She exposed her firm flat belly and soon I could see her black bra. When the dress fell fully open, she looked wonderful, but I still longed to see more.

"Get your tits out, you dirty little slut!" I said to her. I have to add that is not my usual way of speaking to a woman, but it just came out unbidden. It seemed appropriate somehow.

"Oh, fuck yeah! I wanna be your whore." she replied. Her bra was strapless so she easily unclipped it and pulled it off.

Lindsey looked awesome as she lay back on the little stone horse. Legs open, pussy lips open, dress open and tits on view. Long hair looking like the horse's mane. I took a few more photos of her like that then throwing caution to the wind moved in towards her. Unbuttoning my trousers. I had to have this young slut.

LINDSEY:

It seemed like I was in some sort of trance. It was surreal. My words and actions just came like I was possessed by something. Desperation probably. I couldn't quite believe I was exposing myself like that in a public place while this old man photographed me. It seemed so wrong, but also so right. I was so horny as I unbuttoned that dress and got my pathetic little tits out. I thought I was going to wake up from the dream and I kept expecting him to say. Put it away love. Come back when you have got a woman's body. But he didn't. He just kept taking photos and I just got hornier and hornier. My pussy was tingling with anticipation and excitement. I could feel my little nips getting hard. They would be bigger than my tits if they carried on.

Joe was unbuttoning his trousers. I was so excited that such a sudden unexpected thing was happening, but terrified at the same time. I watched as he unleashed his hard cock. The rational part of my brain told me I had seen far bigger on the internet, but there in the park it looked massive. I looked at the partly exposed purple head and the veins down the side. It terrified me and fascinated me in equal measure as he came towards me. He sat on the rump of the little stone horse. The fear left me and I just knew I wanted that hard, pulsing thing inside me. Instinct, I guess. I couldn't wait to feel it force its way between the tingling lips of my pussy and surge up deep into my wet aching cunt. I moaned as I felt his hands slide under my buttocks I watched in fascination as he bent his straining hot, shaft down and nudged it against my wet pussy lips. I reached round behind me and held onto the horses neck. I felt the slight pain as it forced me open and felt it slide slowly up inside me. The pain disappeared to be replaced for a deep longing and a wonderful fulfilled sensation. I remember thinking, This is what sex is like then. I felt joe's cock withdraw a bit and plunge back deeper in. I cried out in pleasure. I felt on the brink of cumming already. I could feel it. This was so much better than fingers. Back and forth he slid his cock. I could see the pleasure etched on his face and was fascinated by this unfamiliar object sliding in and out of my body.

Suddenly Joe's head whipped round.

"Someone is coming. Button up. Let's go"

His cock was gone. I lurched into action suddenly fearful of discovery and pulled my dress around me. Joe's hand gripped my elbow and he guided me off into the trees. Never have I felt do disappointed. Logic told me that because he hadn't run off, we would finish later, but I had so wanted to feel his cum spurt into me on that stone horses back.

JOE:

We scurried into the trees, me with my trousers half done up and Lindsey hugging her dress tightly to her. When we had gone a good way in, we stopped to draw breath. Each strongly aware of each-others arousal and of our close call. We smiled at each other.

"Sorry about that." I said "I panicked a bit there. Maybe we should have kept going and hoped they ignored us."

"I'm glad you did. I was in another world there and didn't know what was going on. Still don't. Something just came over me and I couldn't have stopped, but I would have been mortified if someone had seen us." Lindsey replied.

I was a little puzzled by this There was me going with the theory she was a little slut, but maybe she actually wasn't

"Wait. I'm confused I thought you were the type of girl that was used to this sort of outdoor spontaneous fun."

"God no!" replied Lindsey "I've never had any spontaneous fun like this, indoors or out. I would even go further than that and say I have never had any fun like this."

"You mean you have never had sex before?" I was horrified.

"Well technically once, but I don't remember it being fun really. Ugly girls like me don't get to have fun."

"What do you mean? Ugly? What are you talking about?"

"Yeah. Ugly, like this." Lindsey let her dress fall open. There were tears in her eyes.

"What are you talking about? I was hot for your sexy body from the moment I saw you at the coffee van."

"Yes, but you are..." Lindsey faltered.

"What? A dirty old man?" I replied. "I guess I might be but I know the women I like the moment I see them and I do not have a specific type or age I go for. You just hit the spot today. I don't go prowling around looking for young girls if that is what you think."

"So you really think I'm sexy then? You really wanted to fuck me?"

"Still do to be honest. Just need to get you somewhere private, and close, before my cock explodes."

Lindsey smiled. A wicked smile.

"Good. I know somewhere nearby. Come with me."

Lindsey gathered her dress again and set off through the trees. I followed, not knowing what to expect. We came to a fence and followed it for a while to a little gate marked ‘Private', through the gate and into a field. We were out of the public park now. We soon came to a little brick building. An old stable from when this was a country estate. There were several horses looking over the doors. We went to the end one. Lindsey found a key from behind a loose brick and unlocked a door at the side. We were in a hay store and we could see through some bars to the first stable. The horse seemed to know her.

"This is my aunt's horse isn't he lovely?"

I don't know a lot about horses but this one was clearly male. Very clearly. He had a huge cock hanging down. He was clearly where the phrase Hung like a horse came from.

"I like to come here sometimes, and dream of getting fucked here. The solitude of this place helps to set the scene. I go up into the hay loft and finger my clit until I cum. But today is different. I have your cock to stare at."

"Why don't you finger your clit while you are staring at my cock then. I would like to see you do that."

"OK", said Lindsey "Let's go upstairs to the hay loft."

There were some rickety old wooden stairs at the back and we ascended to find, well, a hayloft. There were about a dozen haybales, lots of old riding tack, horse feed and assorted junk. There was one bale on its own in the middle of the floor. Lindsey fetched a fleecy blanket from a cupboard in the corner and spread it over the bale. I got the distinct impression she had done that many times before. She turned and stood in front of me, by the bale. She looked nervous.

"I'm suddenly scared now, she said. I don't think I can."

I was so disappointed, but tried hard not to show it.

"Look. If you are having second thoughts, then that's Ok. I'm not going to do anything against your will."

I paused and looked at her standing there hugging herself with her arms. She looked so uncertain.

"I would like to fuck you, or make love to you. Whatever way you want to phrase it, It comes to the same thing but I need you to enjoy it too. I think you are an incredibly sexy young woman. You just don't know it yet."

"Really? You really think so? So why can't I get fucked?"

"You can. We are here, the two of us, so you can. You just need a little help getting started. That's quite common. Out in the park instinct took over and you were gagging for my cock. You logical questioning mind has kicked in now. You just need to either answer its questions or just tell it to fuck off and mind its own business. What would help you do one or the other?"

She looked at me and simply said

"Monty. He will help."

My mind whirled. Was she talking about a threesome?

"Who is Monty?" I asked.

"My Aunt's horse, silly."

I wondered what on earth I had gotten into.

"Err...look. I'm not sure about that."

Lindsey laughed out loud, and she looked lovelier than ever.

"Now, who's nervous? I'm not talking about involving him, you old pervert. That would be disgusting! He just helps me feel relaxed."

You cannot imagine how relieved I felt.

"Ok, let's go and see Monty then."

We creaked back down the stairs.

"Hello Monty boy" said Lindsey. Monty H. snorted and looked round at her. She went into his stall and patted his flank. He shuffled around a bit. Moving against her.

Lindsey turned to me.

"See. Monty likes me." she said smiling

"He's not the only one round here." I replied

"Show me your cock then." She said

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." I replied

"Deal." Lindsey popped open the few buttons she had done up and let the dress fall off completely. She stood naked next to old Monty. She looked stunning. Her slim petite body with her tiny tits crowned by hard nipples almost made me cum on the spot.

Not to be outdone, I pulled off my shirt and carefully slipped my trousers down. Monty may have been a lot bigger than me, but I certainly beat him on the hardness front.

It felt slightly surreal. Us both naked in a stable alongside Monty the horse.

"Are you going to fuck me with that thing, old man, or just stand there looking at me?"

Lindsey leant back against Monty's flank and thrust her pelvis forward whilst opening her legs. I reached round and grabbed Lindsey's tight little bum and nuzzled the end of my cock against her pussy lips. Lindsey moaned and thrust towards me. All three of us wobbled and staggered a bit. Monty snorted.

"Let's go back upstairs. We can't do it here. I'm more than ready now." said Lindsey softly.

"Thanks Monty." I said over my shoulder to the horse as I followed Lindsey up the steep wooden stairs watching her tight little bum jiggle as she climbed.

Lindsey straddled the hay bale and lay back lust like she had on the statue. There was an ancient, much worn wooden post behind her, supporting the old tiled roof. She leant against it and reached around behind her head to grab onto an old leather harness that was conveniently hanging there. I felt that maybe she had used it before in her solitary play. Never have I seen a more inviting posture.

"Fuck me, old man. Give it to me now!"

I needed no further encouragement.

I straddled the hay bale too facing her. Sliding my hands under her bum once more, I lifted her up. Obligingly Lindsey put her legs around me. I guided my cock so it was once more at her wet entrance and with no effort at all I felt my shaft slide in up to the hilt. It felt amazing as Lindsey's muscles squeezed my cock so hard. This just felt so urgent.

In that slightly awkward position, I held onto Lindsey's tiny hips and jerked her back and forth on my cock as quickly as I could. I knew it would make me I cum sooner but just mow it was just about unloading some of the tension that had built up over the last hour or so. Lindey seemed to match my sense of urgency and Our bodies banged together as we thrusted. Lindsey had wrapped the harness round her wrists and she was virtually hanging from it. Lindsey cried out, and I just knew she was cumming. I could feel her juices running down my balls as we fucked as urgently as we could.

I got that familiar sensation deep down and I knew I was going to blow. I felt my hot cum surging up my shaft and the tingling sensation that goes with it. I cried out as I let go of what felt like a huge load of cum. I felt a second lot rising and I pulled out because I like to see myself spurt, and I thought Lindsey might like it too. The second lot was not as strong as the first but enough to make a good splatter on Lindsey's flat belly. I rubbed it in with the end of my cock, and watched the final dribbles drip onto her heaving belly.

LINDSEY

I watched Joe's throbbing wet cock unloading the last globules of his spunk onto my belly. My orgasm was subsiding, but I knew I wanted more. I wanted that live cock in me again just as soon as I could have it.

I unwrapped my aching wrists from the old harness and sat upright on Joe, pressing my little body against his face. Straight away I felt his mouth moving around and soon felt his lips close on my hard nipples he began to suck my insignificant, but highly sensitive tiny tits. It felt so good.

I let Joe suck first one, and then the other. Soon I could stand no more of it. I was becoming so desperate to get fucked again while I could be. Who knew how long it would be until I got another chance?

Pulling myself away from Joe I spoke urgently.

"Fuck me again, please Joe. I want to feel you spear me again."

I put my hands on that helpful old wooden post again and bent over forwards, sliding my hands down the worn wood until I found the correct height. L opened my legs and looked round beseechingly at Joe.

"Give it to me now, like this."

I was glad to see that Joe was still quite erect. I watched him get up off the bale and move around behind me, stroking his cock as he did so. I couldn't wait to feel it slip into me again. I wished he would hurry.

I felt Joe's hands on me and soon felt the delicious head of his cock nuzzling at my aching pussy lips. I let out a low moan as he slowly slid his length into me and his bod press against my bum.

Slowly Joe began to fuck me and I felt my juices gush and could feel the wetness trickling down my legs. It all felt so good. Joe's hands found my tits and begin to fondle them. Suddenly I didn't care that they were small. At that moment I loved them and the sensations they were providing me. Never again would I wish they were bigger I decided. They felt just right now. It was like a great weight lifting from my mind. In fact, my whole body felt good. I no longer felt to scrawny or too small. I suddenly loved my body, just the way it was.

This new revelation served to heighten my excitement as Joe's balls started to slap against me. He switched his hands to my hips and increased the speed of his thrusts still more.

My body was shaking, partly from the pounding Joe was giving me and partly from my imminent orgasm.

The intensity of feeling increased and suddenly the first wave of orgasm washed over my and I cried out in delight and I felt my deep muscles contracting on the live and throbbing cock within me.

Wave after wave of intensity washed over me, making me gasp and sob. I loved it and yet couldn't stand it at the same time. How could that be?

Joe cried out and I felt his cock pulse deep within me and I could feel his hot seed surging into my aching yearning body. Again, and again, it pulsed and the speed of his thrusts diminished. I felt both relieved and disappointed that it was over. A strange paradox.

Suddenly Joe's shaft was removed. That felt strange. It was like part of me had been taken away! His strong hands lifted my round and we lay together, me on top of him, on the blanket covered haybale. I was at ultimate peace....but I still fancied another fuck.