Anne Henderson 2Their comes a time in people’s lives, when a decision is made which may change the course of their life for ever. Anne had reached that moment. If she had came out of the ladies room, in the Robin Hood Inn, and said…..’I want to go home’….she may well have married Rob, had three c***dren and ended up ‘bored, ever after’That is not what happened. “Hi babe, you good to go?” “Yes, I think so. Some air will do me good, will these shoes be alright. Don’t think they were designed for walks in the forest.””Fine, gorgeous. No problem at all, to be sure. It’s been well walked over the years. I’ve been here myself, many times”Kevin, had indeed been here before, with…..his wife….her best friend….his brothers wife, and worst, or best of all…his wife’s mother! It was a friend of a friend who had told him about the Robin Hood Inn, about 12 years ago, just after he moved to England from the little fishing village in Southern Ireland. The person told him of this little, out of the way pub, which was the sort of place you could take someone, you maybe shouldn’t be with. He used it a lot. From the pub, at the back, a gate led into the wood which ran all the way down to a little river. Strangely, it wasn’t used that much, as clientele of the Robin Hood Inn, preferred to rent a room for the purpose of their visit. Mostly, users of the walk through the woods, did so and rarely saw another person. Kevin held the gate open, welcoming yet another woman who took a step into the ‘web of the spider’. Anne was feeling much better, after spilling her heart to the man with the singing voice. When he spoke it was as if he were pouring soothing linctus on every problem she had. And was instantly cured. When he took her hand, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. She somehow forgot that the hand she held, had a ring, on a certain finger…..The heat in the trees was at times stifling. They were in full leaf, and the gentle warm breeze swayed the big heavy branches, letting the sunlight stream in, then take it away. He knew where he was going. They chitchatted and laughed, Kevin never mentioning Rob, and Anne never mentioning the other Anne. They were in their own little world. A world that was cleverly put together with a defined result in mind. Nine years ago, when his wife was pregnant, his mother in law had divorced. Wendy was an older version of his wife, except she kept her hair blond, and she took it up the arse. Of course he didn’t know about her willingness for anal sex until about a month into their affair….just after little Nicci was born. The attraction had been obvious from first introductions, as the magic singing words of the man from the Emerald Isle, weaved their way into another woman’s knickers. When Kevin asked Wendy for a bar meal one evening, while Anne was heavily pregnant, but still working, she readily accepted. He’d told Anne he was going to ask her out, as she looked so sad after the breakdown of her marriage. ‘Some male company’ might do her some good, he’d said. She agreed. A few hours later she was on her hands and knees, naked in the wood, at one with nature, with her son-in-laws cock so deep in her womb, she screamed and bayed like a ‘shedevil’. The clearing they were in was just off the track, and not easily located without knowledge. Kevin had the knowledge courtesy of the bar owner, who now would be in his mid 50’s, but then was late 40’s. Kevin wondered if he was a ‘watcher’. He never asked, but always thought their were eyes…’out there watching’…..and in case their was, he always put on a show. Wendy knew what she was doing there. She was there to fuck her daughters husband, as her daughter right now, couldn’t. She’d been after Kevin’s cock for while, especially after her mother left her Anne the hairdressing business, and not her. It wasn’t fucking right. At all. But, the rift it would have caused, would have been hell on earth, if she’d contested the will. So being the dutiful wife and mother, she said nothing, waiting the opportunity to get revenge.The angry mother took great delight that day, letting the Irishman seduce her, making him think he was the chaser. He was conned, but was oblivious of the fact. She too him, was just another notch. Him to her, was revenge. When Kevin took Wendy into the clearing, she knew the time had arrived. The flirting and chasing was over. Kevin had fucked women his mothers age before. In fact he’d lost his virginity at 16 with his mothers best friend, Abby. She used to suck him off when he still had his school uniform on. That’s another story….Wendy’s moment had arrived. She took it. All the resentment towards her daughter was equalised, in one go, as she sank to her knees after one long hard tongue mashing kiss. Kevin,who had little conscience, fully thought he was the seducer. On this occasion he was wrong. As she unzipped and unbuckled him, his extremely healthy, long thick cock with a delicious curve in it, sprang out from its unfettered confines, and near hit her in the cheek. Kevin rarely wore underpants. Twenty minutes later after both were temporarily sated, Kevin had a pang of anxiety. His wife, was due to give birth, and here he was, in one of his favourite placed in the world with his unborn c***d’s grandmother, having sex. The moment passed, quickly, as, Wendy was ready to go again. She had already given him one of his top five blowjobs he’d ever had and had no qualms in stripping off all of her clothes in front of him, showing her son in law that good bodies weren’t restricted to the young. At 45 she was as toned as any teenager, and came with the added bonus of years of experience ducking and pleasing the male of the species. And deliver, she did. She led, and Kevin eagerly followed. Within a few minutes after she had hoovered him, taking his 8” into her throat, and tickling his ballsack with her tongue, Kevin got quickly to know her likes. She instructed him, as he entered her missionary, that she was in charge, and she hoped he didn’t have a problem with that. She whispered in his ear…”That’s good….ugh..yea. More. You do me good, baby. Do me good, and I’ll show, you, some, proper, loving. Understand me…ugh ugh. Yes…..you do me well baby, mommas gonna show you things proper….you gotta hurt me baby…ugh ugh ugh. Momma likes a little pain….fuck that’s good…that lill bitch picked good….ugh yeeesssss…..she got herself a stud…..a cunt….but a stuuuud. God that things hitting places momma didn’t fuckkking know was there….god, it’s so fucking big. Now, baby. You gotta start biting, and nipping. And mommas hard ass needs punished. You…fuck me, that’s so good…let me up…I need cocked doggy…I fucking love doggyed’Kevin had never had a talker. Most of his many conquests were mainly passive bolu escort bayan accepting lovers. Getting someone as aggressive as Wendy was…..refreshing. When she presented her magnificent rump to him, he was so impressed. On her knees with her upper body lying on the warm grass he was presented with the finest sight of female flesh he’d ever seen. Her arse was the perfect peach, and as firm as any teenager could be. It was the shape he was mesmerised by. He would remember it forever. She told him to slap her arse, hard. Punish her without remorse. She loved it, she told him. He obliged. “That’s so tucking good, big boy. Now, what you’ve gotta do, is fucking bang me hard….I’ve cum once, but theirs a biggy on the way. I can feeel it cummin baby. Bang me hard, and don’t fucking dare cum till I tell ya. And here’s the thing, too, baby…..when your banging mommas hot pussy, you gotta butt fuck me with your thumb….you get me baby….thumb my arsehole baby…..I fucking love it.” And Kevin duly obliged. When he came, it was in her mouth. As instructed. A perfect union…..Back in the present, as the couple walked hand in hand through the wood, five minutes from his goal, he recalled that day, and his cock responded. “…..a fine girl like you deserves some fun, don’t you think. Running ya dads shop, it’s all work work and no play. Get out there, girl. Life’s too short””I know. It’s just Robs a bit….old fashioned!” “He’s just a boy…you need a man!” He replied in a way that made her juices flow in her little panties. “Your beautiful…and funny, and vivacious. You need a man to look after those qualities””Pity your married then!” She answered smiling, before realising how forward that might sound. Seeing the opportunity, he laughed, then spun her round till she was in his arms, and kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue into her apple tasting mouth. She didn’t resist, or complain. Just accepted his affection with ease. She got a different message when he leaned forward a little, took a bum cheek in each shovel like hand, and pulled her into him, making her realise she’d been right about the bulge in his pants. He ground his erection into her, as he fondled her backside through her thin clothing. She was swamped with thoughts of what was happening. The feeling in her body was one of complete and utter abandon. Her brain screamed ‘wrong’, but on this occasion the moment was overcome totally by the desire to have this man, though married, to make her into a proper woman. “Don’t you worry about that, come on I’ve somewhere to show you”. And took her by the hand once more and near dragged her the short distance to the clearing. It was quite overgrown this year, and getting into it was a bit more difficult. However, once in it was perfect. The grass was long and luxurious, and Kevin guessed it hadn’t been used this year, or for a while. “Oh my god this is so beautiful.!” Whispered a wondrous Anne, speaking so quietly he had to strain to here her. “I’ve never seen anything like it, how did you find it.?” “What…speak up…why are you whispering?” “It’s so peaceful…it doesn’t want to be disturbed” Kevin thought to himself. ‘Fuck sake, that’s all I need….a fucking romantic.'”Yes it is….come here girl….give me a kiss!” “I…Kevin this isn’t right…your mar…..” Was all she got out, and resumed their earlier kiss. Kevin took her in his arms, and the two of them ended up in the long grass, smelling the wondrous smells of the woods, and the earth. His mouth latched onto hers as his hand rested on her tummy and he kissed her with such love that she thought she would die. When his hand caressed her right breast, through her blouse she momentarily resisted, but that’s all it was. A moment. His fingers expertly unbuttoned her blouse and her white bra was revealed to his eyes. His tongue was then in her ear, his hot breath, dispelling all signs of resistance. She was his. When his hand went down her thigh, she purred. When his hand came back up, dragging her dress with it, she gasped, teasing her further as he raked a finger nail up her inner thigh, across her panties and over her slit. Her panting was all he needed to know, she was definitely his. His plan was to make the first time, fast and passionate. Then afterwards, show her love and tenderness, and make love to her like the romantic he’d discovered she was. It didn’t quite pan out like that. When he removed her blouse and bra, it was done aggressively. They were both in a state of high arousal, and speed was of an essence. Her clothes weren’t ripped, but could easily have been. Naked to the waist, he attacked her bullet like nipples, taking his teeth down one then the other. Anne clawed at his shirt trying to remove it, her sighing getting louder and louder, as her reverence to this idyllic place, obviously forgotten. Kevin, pulled his shirt off, dragged his chinos down, kicked his shoes aside. Then lay back, allowing her the sight of his cock …she went absolutely wild! Annes legs were wrapped tightly round Kevin’s waist as his massive cock took Annes proper virginity. In years to come she would tell herself, that that was the day she first had sex. She thought she was having a massive fit, when the first orgasm came. It burst through her like a dam bursting and she felt a flood escape her body. That that was so good, was an understatement as the next one was better, and longer. Her hands held Kevin so tight, they were was ‘as one’. A perfect, fucking, entity. Tears ran down her face, as the sound of grunting filled the air….the newborn woman, orgasming at such a speed, she was near to passing out. Still her lover thrashed his curved cock, into her, tight as could be, love channel. How he lasted he did not know, or care, his intent was only to make the girl realise what had been missing. Oh, and who could give it to her, of course. He was winning on all counts. Anne had dreamt of having a proper orgasm, while making love. Now she had had about six. But, she knew, even at the time, that this wasn’t making love. This was a****listic sex, at its best. AND SHE LOVED IT!! Kevin lifted her legs over his shoulders, tweaked her nipples, making her cry out, then resumed his assault on her battered cunt, when Anne opened her eyes and gazed up into Kevin’s, all, she saw was….power. He drove on and on, the access to her depths even more open because of his position. He was amazed at how quick she’d adapted to his big cock, but tight as her cunt was she was taking every inch he was giving her. Her eyes closed again, as another series of orgasms tore through her, as she felt his rhythm changing. He was the one now becoming vocal, as she sensed his impending climax. For some reason, unbeknownst to her why, she started talking to him. “Come on, lover….fuck escort bolu me hard….that’s it, faster…faster…come on…give me it…cum in me….fuck me fuck me…come on you bastard….you want to fuck….HARDER. FUCKING HARDER…..URGGH!!!”And then he pulled out of her, shooting rope after rope after rope, of the thickest creamiest cum the vastly inexperienced girl had ever seen. It was all over her upper body, on her tummy, her breasts, one rope was on her shoulder, some was even in her hair. She was… amazed, but, more so…contented. As Kevin lay down, by her side, her breathing became normal. Her legs lay straight, but slightly open. Her sex closing, but red, and raw. She was the first too speak. “Wow. That was fucking, amazing””Your a very sexy girl. I couldn’t help myself” he replied, his own heart rate steadying. “Well” she said, leaning over, putting her hand on his leg, just below his softening cock…”I’m hoping it’s not to long till you can’t help yourself again” kissing him on his cheek, lovingly. “To be sure, your a lively one. Oi didn’t think for one minute we’d be making love in here today!” He lied convincingly “are you wanting another round?” “Just when your ready, stud” she said gazing into his eyes, running her fingers, gently on his nipples. “Well, you know, I’d be up for that just fine. But, me big man down there might recover quicker if you were to give him some special attention. Dya know what I’m saying.””Mmm, i can guess. Heehee. But I’ve got to warn you, I’ve never done it before.””Oi think you’ll be a very fast learner. Haha. First though, ya needing cleaned up…girl. Me jizz is drying on ya.” He pulled a hanky from his pocked and proceeded to wipe all the cum off her beautiful body, leaving just a little bit that was on her cheek. He scooped it off with his little finger, saying…”Open wide”, to which her eyes became fixated, only for a split second, before she willingly opened her mouth and offered her tongue to his fingers. Kevin played a new card then, by in turn, offering her his finger, making her make the decision, then the action, to lick the sperm off his offered digit. She did so, then after savouring it, tasting it, spreading the taste all, round her mouth, she smiled at Kevin then lowered her head down into his lap. The feeling of warm breath and an inexperienced mouth on his pole, made him stretch out and enjoy the moment. She was doing well, and as yet did not need any instruction. His eyes were just closing, when he was distracted by something moving. He thought he’d dreamt it, but through slanted eyes, he could plainly see a figure about twenty feet away, standing behind a tree. Unfazed,he put himself into the voyeurs position. What was he now seeing. He smiled. From the unknown mans gaze, he would be looking right up the rear end of his new lovers arse. He would see her wide open again gaping sex, and, her virgin rosebud, looking along her back he would see her head bobbing up and down gently, one hand out of view. He would see a mans hand on the back of that head, the head with dark long curly hair…. pushing encouragingly, that head onto his hard cock. If the man looked carefully enough he would see that the girls hand had now left her lovers cock, and was now buried in the hairiest pussy put on woman in all gods earth. Kevin did not care. He was calm. If someone wanted to get their rocks off watching him getting a blowjob. C’est la vie. He might have had a different reaction, had he known who the watching man actually was. Right then, even the noise from the Tap Tavern, from his home town of Kinsale, couldn’t spoil the feeling of the wet mouth, getting to know its owner. Looking again, the figure seemed to have disappeared, if it was ever there at all. It didn’t matter. She was doing good. Real good. “How am I doing”, she said, taking a break, but still stroking his uncircumcised hardening cock..”Ask me in an hour” he quipped, before leaning forward, caressing her left nipple then pushing her head back onto his cock. She didn’t object. But an hour……was, out of the question. XxxAnne was in bed, just after 9 that Sunday evening, feeling…exhilarated. Or was it guilt. Or could it have been remorse. She just felt… different. As though woken from a very long bad dream. Her body, alive after being restrained for all of her life. Her jaw ached, also. She knew what caused that. She lay down flat on the bed, covered only with a white sheet. It was warm and even with the window open, she was still hot. If only she had went to her flat, above the shop, she wouldn’t have had to be in bed so early, but her father was doing her head in, and asking so many questions about where she’d been all day, and why her dress had grass stains on. In the end she’d told him to mind his own business and she was tired and was having an early night. So here she was. Her pussy still wet after sex with Kevin O’Leary that afternoon, and, if she was honest, she would have liked to have it again, she’d enjoyed it that much. And as for the oral sex they’d had….DOUBLE WOW. Previously she’d only thought it a wind up that that sort of sex went on. No one she’d been with, asked for it or offered it. Now she couldn’t imagine sex without it! When she first took hold of his soft penis, she thought she was going to vomit. Luckily tasting his sperm helped her, but the taste of her own juices were what she was turning her off. It didn’t last long, and she soon found herself enjoying it, especially, when he was groaning from what she was doing to him. The feeling of power was invigorating. When she licked his balls she could feel him twitching all over, and was panting and saying things like ‘fuck baby that’s so fucking good, and ‘that’s it, suck that fucking dick…go on…deeper’….she was only to happy to oblige. Luckily when he came, he didn’t have the volume of cum, he had when he came earlier. That was a lot. His climax was one she would remember forever, for when he was ready, he stood, above her, and masturbated into her mouth as per his instructions, she held her tongue out in preparation for his deposit. He duly obliged. She graciously swallowed. When Kevin had reciprocated, he had to take a moment. Not to recover from his own orgasm, but to part the hairs on Annes cunt. She was so juiced up, all the hairs on her pussy were matted together, from all her squirted secretions. She was mortified. Kevin, unlike some men, was not a lover of a hairy beaver, much preferring a woman to keep her secret place, trim and tidy. Annes was the complete opposite. Except from a handful of times doing her bikini line, it was left to gods devices. Kevin, had been kind, but said she was just so hairy! He managed though, and after her embarrassment had passed, she felt a tongue on her bolu escort clit for the very first time. She loved it! Again she bellowed through a string of orgasms, and, when he had two fingers in her vagina, his tongue and teeth on her clit, she could find no objection, when he pressed his thumb onto her bum hole. And pushed. The feeling of ecstasy, and depravity, was a powerful combination, so, when that finger entered her body, she shook, and shook, like she was enduring a massive irreversible seizure. His thumb buried in her anus, was the last to be withdrawn. That is what she would remember. They still had time for one more coupling. And Anne took the lead. After dozing naked, in the warm Sunday afternoon sun, she was woken by a movement in the trees, but put it down to a bird. Kevin was still asleep, and looked so happy. He had a huge contented smile on his handsome face, as if he were dreaming of wondrous things, past and present. His penis, though flaccid, was showing signs of hardening. This amazed Anne, as she had never had sex twice in a day, never mind three times in three hours. She moved from his side, and got on her knees again, leaning forward and licking the bellend of his delicious penis. He stirred, but continued sleeping, or, possibly feigned it, she couldn’t tell. It was a lovely game anyway. When he was quite hard, after five minutes of licking and teasing just the exposed head of his penis, she positioned herself on top of the very aroused man, and sank her pussy onto the mast sticking before her. A groan escaped both lips, and the man opened his eyes, and smiled. “Your fucking insatiable, girl…so you are” he said softly. “Yes…I am. What have you done to me?” She asked, through excited lips, as she raised and lowered herself, up and down on the 8″ love pole. “It was you…not me, girl. You’ve seduced me” he lied, but graciously continued. “Sure your the finest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure with. It’s been an experience, so I didn’t think I’d ever see. Thank you ” and then said to himself, ‘aye and I’ll be ploughing ya fucking arse before long, ya wee slut. Just the same as the rest…..cock hounds’. “I feel so…..alive, at last. I feel….fulfilled..It’s so fucking good….fucking hard. God your cock is just the fucking best. I need this…god do I fucking need this. Ugh!” “Just keep going girl. Ride the fuck out of me. I’ll last for ever now. You’ve drained me balls, they’ll take a while to fill. Here….see that tree. Behind you?” Anne turned while still riding his thick pole, and said..”Aha,…yes…so?” “I want to do you against there. Ok?” “Oh…what’s wrong with this? I’m enjoying this” she said truthfully as she could get his cock rasping her clit every time she fucked herself with him. “I like it standing up. That’s all””Ok…in a minute. I’m just about to ughhhhhhhh! Cummmmmmmm. It hit her like a train. She forced herself so hard onto him she could feel his cock dividing her. A flow of water appeared, jetting from her, as if she’d peed herself. Kevin was covered in it. ‘A fucking gusher’ Kevin sighed. ‘Lovely’. Of course he’d have to have a shower somewhere he knew. Couldn’t go home stinking of cunt and cum. She flopped on top of him, well and truly spent. Unfortunately for her, Kevin wasn’t. He dragged her to her feet and walked her the few short steps, to an old oak tree, that had a lot of the bark stripped off. He stood her, facing the tree, hands against it and parted her legs from behind her. He slipped his hand between her legs and parted as best he could, the hair obstructing his intention. He swore to himself, that he’d seen better manicured foxes tails, and next time he fucked the bitch, he would take her to his wife’s salon and shave her cunt himself. In position, he lowered himself, and told her to brace. His cock, positioned at her entrance, had split her labia, and was ready to enter her. What she didn’t expect was the force of the entry, or the ferocity that he pounded her with. Her hands spread a little wider, gaining better stance, as he fucked poor Anne like a pornstar. He slapped her backside, so hard and so frequently that she feared she wouldn’t be able to sit down. The angle was magnificent. She gained a string to her bow for being a ‘screamer’. Finding that letting air out of her lungs in a rush, made the next insertion more intense. Needless to say their legs were both drenched once again. When he came, he came inside her. Anne, tightened her muscle, and milked him for all he had. She really had to go on the pill. Afterwards, they rested awhile before going down to the river, cleaning themselves up as best they could. They was waist deep, and the two fuckers washed each other down, getting Annes smell off each of them….or as best as could be done. They dressed and returned to the pub, which was quiet now, the bar having closed at two. The landlord gave them a knowing smile, and winked at Kevin. They knew each other. From the past. Kevin thought he’d been the one…the watcher. He should have asked. He wasn’t. The couple left and drove home. Kevin dropping Anne off at the outskirts of the town. She could have gone home, to her own flat, but foolishly went to her dads. Lying in bed, she pushed her hand between her legs. It felt strange and tingly….and a little sore. A hot bath had helped both her pussy, and her beaten bottom. She remembered Kevin’s thumb, pushed inside her. That was a funny thing to do! she thought, and put in out of her mind, even though she’d found it….naughty. sleep was fast approaching and soon she was in a deep, deep state of u*********sness. She unfortunately didn’t here the door of her bedroom open, and her father Edward enter and walk up to her bed. She didn’t see or here him as he gently pulled the remaining part of the sheet from his daughters body. Their was just enough light from the corridor, for the older man, to investigate what he needed to see. He’d seen her carrying a pair of scissors into the bathroom, and wondered what she was doing. Gazing down at her more exposed lips, he could see she’d finally done something about it. Her cunt was now visible, the massive bush had gone. She looked so peaceful, lying there, breasts heaving as she breathed. She was so tired….he knew. He knew why she was so tired. He knew. He didn’t take his cock out and masturbate. He couldn’t. Couldn’t because he was spent. Spent from beating his cock while watching his daughter suck and fuck a man with a pornstar cock. His shoes, still covered in soil, had been hidden as he just beat her home, depositing them in a bag in his closet. She looked so lovely, sleeping, more lovely than when she rode that cock, or when she swallowed her lovers cum…. She looked at peace for now. A little bruised. A little abused. At least she showed passion. She was learning. He didn’t like him though. He was dangerous. And married. He’d have to think about this. Tomorrow, maybe. Replacing the sheet he turned and walked to the door, turned and said. “sleep tight my sweet” and left.