I was so exhausted, after the emergency hospital visit and the subsequent fucking from my seventy year old voyeur neighbour Herbert, (See: Hospital Fucking) that I purposely didn’t set my alarm clock, and decided to let nature awaken me, and it did, I awoke at half past twelve bursting for a pee. I sprang from the bed naked and relieved myself on the loo, then after shaving my mound of Venus, had a long soak in the bath. As I lay there musing, my thoughts wandered to Herbert’s twenty one year old wife Bev, the stupid cow.
Considering her anxiety at the hospital, it was now clear that she was more concerned with Herbert’s good health than inheriting his money if he died. No doubt because her distant relative had probably left her sufficient money to never worry about finances again. I began to wish that I had kept the letter and burned it. (See: Drunken Girls Fucked). This was bad news, it meant that she was now more interested in his enormous rock hard cock, and his money was no longer an issue. The situation had become unbearably beastly. I wondered how I could get rid of the silly cow, temporarily or better still, permanently!
Being that it was a sunny day, I dried myself and put on my favourite yellow tie side bikini for a sunbathing session in the back garden before my stint at Madame Whiplust’s BDSM Cellar that evening. I stretched out on the lounger with my gusset facing my voyeur neighbour Herbert’s greenhouse so that if he was out and about in his back garden he would have a decent (or indecent) view of me. I lay on my stomach and removed my bikini top to allow the sun full access to my back, and opened my legs sufficiently for Herbert’s pleasure, should he be around. How I could improve my chances of a regular fuck with Herbert was foremost in my mind. Bev was a major problem. The cogs in my crafty cranium began to turn in a bid to increase my lustful encounters with her super stud seventy year old husband.
Bev was now quite friendly with me owing to the help I had recently given her; the lost letters and the lift to the hospital had secured me a place in her good thoughts, albeit temporary. I knew deep down that she was still very jealous of me. Herbert’s constant striving to get a glimpse of me infuriated and exasperated her and was an on going embarrassment that she could never fully ignore no matter how good it may have appeared that we were getting on. Out of the corner of my eye, a slight movement in Herbert’s back garden caught my attention. Through the gaps in the low slatted fence I saw Eddie, the gardener, just standing there gawping in the direction of Bev’s lawn.
But then I saw bare female flesh in the middle of the lawn, it was Bev’s legs, I quickly sat up for a better view, and there she was sunbathing on her sun bed with a tiny red bikini right in front of Eddie, the filthy cow! I couldn’t believe it, but more to the point, where was Herbert? Then I remembered this was the day he always went to the library. There wasn’t much gardening being done. Eddie’s hands shuffled in his trouser pockets as he drooled over the sight of Bev’s gorgeous body. But there was worse to come, the disgusting cow called Eddie over and asked him to put sun cream on her back as she unfastened her top.
Eddie’s eyes were wide in disbelief but he didn’t hesitate to do as his boss requested. As he fumbled nervously with the sun cream, I ran over to the side of the shed so that I could watch what was going on without the possibility of being seen. Eddie poured a line of cream down Bev’s spine, replaced the cap and proceeded to massage the cream into her back, slowly and sensuously. Bev closed her eyes with an ecstatic smile on her face and Eddie was in his element. Then as instructed, by a voice that resembled a purring cat, Eddie applied sun cream to the shameless cow’s legs. As his hands massaged her upper thighs, they came upon her red tie side bikini bottoms, and Eddie took his time massaging the large amount of uncovered buttock flesh on show. Bev was absolutely loving it the horny cow, whilst Eddie was clearly becoming aroused, going by the bulge around his groin, the lucky so and so.
Bev couldn’t stand it any longer and untied her bikini knickers at each side of her hips and threw the tiny garment into the flower bed, and asked Eddie to massage her buttocks. His sixty five year old wrinkled fingers grabbed her twenty one year old bare, very white, firm, full buttocks and started to massage them as if he were kneading bread dough in a bakery. Bev opened her legs wide to give Eddie a bit of a thrill and tease him, Eddie’s hand then moved to where her bikini gusset had been. Bev jumped a little as his fingers touched her private parts, but then relaxed as his old hands worked their magic. Eddie then inserted his middle finger into Bev’s vagina, and slid it in and out vigorously until she started moaning, the lucky cow.
The palm of Eddie’s hand slapped loudly onto Bev’s buttocks with each thrust of his finger into her now dilated slippery orifice. Eddie licked his lips as he watched Bev’s firm buttocks wobble with each slap; this was quite obviously turning him on big time! Bev’s breathing got deeper and deeper, but then as Eddie removed his finger she suddenly turned over lying on her back completely naked to face Eddie. She opened her legs and invited him to enter her like a wanton harlot, and Eddie, not being one to disappoint, opened his trouser zip allowing his long penis to spring out to attention. He placed the end of his long cock on the wet flesh between her legs and slid into her with a delighted groan.
It looked quite odd in that Bev was completely naked and Eddie was still fully clothed with his long dick sticking out through his zipper. Bev wrapped her legs around Eddie’s waist as he fucked her hard; she was like a rabid bitch on heat, meeting his thrusts by raising her pelvis with a youthful agility. Bev was completely unaware that I was watching, and as they fucked away at each other, I thought that maybe I could use this fucking situation against Bev and endear myself into Herbert’s heart. Yes, I thought, that was the plan. Herbert would obviously fall out with Bev if he knew she had made a cuckold of him. He would then hopefully throw Bev out of the house and Herbert’s enormous cock would be mine for the taking.
Sowing seeds was one of Eddie’s duties as the gardener, but Herbert wasn’t paying him to sow seeds in his wife’s body! Herbert will be livid when I tell him what’s been going on, I thought. Meanwhile Eddie had turned Bev back over on to her stomach and was fucking her from behind, he then withdrew his long dick and inserted it into her rectum, and fucked it with all his might while Bev moaned in ecstasy, the lascivious cow. This added more fuel to the fire. Herbert wouldn’t want to hear that the gardener had been fucking and buggering his wife – surely? This was a perfect way to get rid of Bev. I decided to tell all, as soon as the free sex show was over.
I remembered that Herbert always spent most of the afternoon in the library, so after the fucking cow had finished screwing with Eddie, I would make my way to see Herbert in the library and tell him what had been going on. Eddie was now fucking her faster and faster and soon Bev screamed out as her clitoris came to its peak and she lifted herself up with a shudder and then fell back down again wallowing in the pleasure. Eddie’s face was a picture of joyful agony as his long cock pulsated inside her, depositing its cream into her anal passage. Eddie lifted himself up from Bev and after putting away his half flaccid long tool, carried on weeding the garden as though nothing had happened, and Bev lay there naked on her stomach with her legs wide apart just as Eddie had left her. I then saw Eddie’s glistening fluid trickling out of her bum hole in the bright sunlight. What a fucking cow I thought, screwing with Eddie in her back garden, this was an absolute outrage; he should have been fucking me!
The gusset of my yellow bikini felt very wet as I sneaked from the side of the shed back into the house without being seen. I was jealous that Bev had all the pleasure and I’d had none but that was going to change. I freshened myself up in the bathroom put on my jeans and tee shirt and drove to the library. I saw Herbert’s car in the car park and parked mine next to it. As I walked through the door, the relaxing smell of books permeated the atmosphere. It was a large library with several rooms on the ground floor and an equal number of rooms on the floor above. I scoured the ground floor but there was no sign of him.
I walked up the stairs into the Crime and Thrillers section, and then looked around and through a doorway, I saw Herbert sat there, reading at a table in a relatively small study room. He didn’t see me as he was engrossed in his book, and rather than walk straight up to him I thought I’d take a sneaky look at what he was reading first. I reached the bookcase next to the table where I could see the title on the book cover. I knew that Herbert liked birds (the feathered kind that is - as well), so I was not surprised to see him reading, “In Search of the Great Bustard”. Bev immediately sprang to mind. I thought yes, he has already found the Great Bustard and married it!
Just as I was about to walk up to him with news of his wife’s adultery in the garden, a young librarian with long blonde hair and a very short flowered dress came to Herbert’s side of the bookcase and bent down from the waist to sort out some books on a lower shelf. Herbert was temporarily distracted from the Great Bustard as his eyes now focused on a different bird. By the look on Herbert’s face he was getting a good eyeful up her short dress. He then expressed his liking for her red panties, I expected her to be shocked and tell him off for looking, but she straightened up and turned to him smiling; they appeared to know each other well.
The librarian walked over to Herbert and looked around to see if anyone else was in the room. She obviously hadn’t seen me hiding behind the bookcase. Herbert’s hand lifted her dress up at the back, he leaned across and kissed her red panties covering her pert bottom and groped her between the legs with his other hand from the front. This was very daring I thought, as anyone could have walked in and seen them, but then things got even more risky as Herbert bent her over the table pulling her red panties down to the top of her thighs and his face was soon buried in between her young firm buttocks and the nubile librarian started to moan quietly.
I was getting turned on as I saw Herbert’s enormous cock quickly disappearing up the young girl’s well lubricated vagina as she lay with her torso and head across the large round table. After a mesmerising and very energetic ten to fifteen minutes the young librarian’s mouth opened wide as she neared the summit of her orgasmic peak. As Herbert’s thrusts became quicker and harder, the table shook like a leaf and eventually, “In Search of the Great Bustard” slid off the table and on to the floor with a resounding thud. It was almost like a metaphoric discarding of Bev, the cheating cow, or should I say, the cheating Bustard. No, the cheating bastard!
Herbert had to cover the nubile librarian’s mouth with his hand as she climaxed with a double forte scream which he struggled to muffle. Then as her pleasure subsided Herbert thrust with an almost desperate determination until he stood bolt upright behind her with his enormous cock ejaculating inside her well fucked, dripping slit. The young slut quickly pulled up her red panties and left him with a cheeky smile, the lucky bitch. Herbert wrestled with his enormous cock to return it to his trousers but it was no simple task, as his super cock had not lost its rigidity! I was in a quandary; I couldn’t approach Herbert now because he would know I had been watching, so I had no choice but to sneak out of the library without him seeing me, this was so annoying, a lost opportunity, and the end of another chapter in my quest for Herbert’s enormous tool!
As I left the study room I looked round quickly and saw that Herbert was putting “In Search of the Great Bustard” back on the shelf and was about to leave. I had to be quick or else he would see my car in the car park, I skipped quickly down the stairs and took quick long strides out of the library and ran across the car park to my car. As I was pulling away I looked back to see Herbert walking out through the library doors. To make sure he hadn’t seen my car, I kept my eyes on him until I was out of his sight; and luckily, he didn’t look in my direction. I turned my head round to see where I was going, and slammed my foot on the brake, but it was too late, my car skidded into a parked car near the exit.
I panicked, and looked around to see if anyone had seen the accident. The car park was deserted, so I quickly reversed away from the other car and put my foot down to escape the situation. I was ten yards from the exit gate when a tall young security man appeared with the palm of his hand facing me indicating that he wanted me to stop. I had to stop, or else run him over. He told me he’d seen me crash into another car on the security camera, and that he would have to book me and report it. I was desperate to get out of the way of the exit gate for fear of being seen by Herbert as he left the library, so I told him I‘d do anything he wanted, but I had to get out of the way of the exit gate.
He jumped into the passenger seat and directed me to drive around to the back of the library. I was relieved to have kept my library visit a secret from Herbert; I didn’t want him to think I was spying on him, as I was sure he wouldn’t take too kindly to that. But now what was to become of me with this cocky young security guard, I had told him I would do anything to get away from the exit gate, and what, I wondered, was his interpretation of “anything”? I was no doubt soon to find out. He directed me to a secluded area at the back of the staff car park, and my car was cloaked behind the long, low stroking branches of a welcoming willow tree.
The security man didn’t mince words and declared he would say he’d seen nothing in return for fucking my bum and mouth, as if that was some sort of big deal. This was obviously his idea of “anything”! Well, that was a relief; I had a feeling he was going to ask me for money or something equally unpleasant! He instructed me to get out of the car and walk around to the front of it. We both got out of the car and he bent me down over the bonnet. He spread my legs and his hand caressed my crotch from behind through my tight jeans while his other hand fondled and squeezed my pert boobies through my tee shirt. He then unfastened my jeans while gently biting my buttocks, and slid my jeans along with my panties down to my ankles, then lifted up my tee shirt to play with my now erect nipples.
His hands slid down to my hips and I lay down comfortably on the bonnet with my bare tits on the warm metal, and my tee shirt round my neck. His mouth soon found my clit and love tube, then progressed to my puckered sphincter. All the nerve ends around my bum hole were aflame with a surging thrill that ran through my loins as his tongue licked and probed with a ravenous urgency around my back passage. I closed my eyes in sheer ecstasy as the waves of pleasure splashed over my entire half naked body. He then instructed me to step out of my jeans and panties so that he could spread my legs wider. I felt his glans penis pushing against the resistance of my tight bum hole, so I relaxed my rectum muscles and his penis slid in easily with a sticky slippery sound owing to the copious deposits of saliva which he had left in and around the cleft of my tight anal cavity.
I lay there wobbling and moaning as he pummelled my posterior, thinking what a common slut Bev was, having it off with Eddie in her back garden, and she was about to get even more of the same soon when Herbert arrived back home, the greedy cow! The security guard’s penis pounded away with admirable force and pace until I could feel the head of his penis beginning to enlarge deep within my anus. As it got bigger the friction increased and my clit began reacting to the internal movement around my nether regions. He continued fucking my bum even harder, and soon I couldn’t hold back any longer as my pleasure rose to a swirling, dizzy height and I screamed out with my mouth wide open. The security guard quickly withdrew, turned me round and rammed his swollen penis into my screaming, gaping mouth, and fucked my face with every ounce of energy he could muster.
My screaming was suddenly barely audible as his penis blocked my gasping airway, and soon I was gargling with his sticky seed as he ejaculated deep into my throat. He uttered several groans following each spurt of semen, as the pleasure drained his pulsating genitals. He told me to get dressed quickly and go before the owner of the car I’d hit discovered the damage. I kissed him and thanked him for getting me out of such an awkward situation. He smiled and said he was glad to help. What a nice guy I thought, he was so sincere and considerate.
As I drove back home, one thing was becoming crystal clear; Herbert’s prolific sexual activity was such that it wasn’t going to be easy to have him all to myself, even if I could get rid of his cheating wife Bev, the conceited cow! The best I could hope for was to probably seek out more opportunities, or create them, in order to enjoy his super sized manhood. Obviously Bev and me were not the only ones who knew about and appreciated Herbert’s enormous cock, the library incident proved that, and confirmed also that Herbert was a lover of the Great Bustard, both the feathered variety and his fucking wife, the randy old sod!
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