Rhonda needed a moment to recoup. Everything had happened so fast. Her experience with Jason, his good looks, his incredible cock, and the fact he was half her age had swamped her with misgivings. She walked to the bathroom and paused at the door to glance back. Maaka was hungrily eating Agneta whilst reaching up to offer her breasts to Jason. She watched as Jason leaned forward, kissed, and then nibbled on her nipples.
With a twinge of jealousy, Rhonda noted that Agneta had a hand around Jason’s engorged shaft and was humping her hips onto Maaka’s face with tiny squeals of delight. Rhonda hesitated, mesmerised that Jason was still hard. Torn between staying to watch or returning to the bed, she decided they would still be at it when she returned. So it would be best if she used their preoccupation to clean herself and get her head around what she had done.
Rhonda wet a flannel in the bathroom and attempted to clean Jason’s mess from between her legs. She saw that some had leaked onto her stockings. She slipped them off and washed them in the handbasin, then, deciding she’d have a quick shower, placed her stockings over the heated towel rail to dry.
Fiddling with the shower head, she adjusted it to a solid stream and directed the flow between her legs to wash Jason’s mess away. A big mistake, as the flow of water, made her realise that she was still incredibly horny. She turned the water off, towelled herself down, then blow-dried the ends of her hair and ran the drier over the tops of her stockings as they were still damp. She wondered about leaving her stockings off but liked the effect the suspenders and stockings had on the men, so she slipped the suspender belt on and clipped up her stockings before heading back to the action.
When she re-entered the bedroom, she saw that Andrew, Marie and Lars were now in the bedroom. She must have been in the bathroom longer than she thought, as Maaka was now on the other bed playing with Marie, who had Andrew thrusting between her thighs. Jason was now on top of Agneta, who seemed torn between relishing his mighty cock, and listening to Lars blubbering he was sorry in her ear.
Rhonda took three quick steps over to the bed and pulled Lars away. She guided him to the luggage rack inside the bedroom door and pushed him down.
“You promised to behave if I lured your wife into our room. What are you apologising for? She needs positive feedback. Not you kneeling there feeding your own guilt. If you go anywhere near her again, say nothing but positive things. Tell her that you love her and that you’re turned on by watching her fuck.”
Lars apologised, and Rhonda told him to stop that, “You’re doing it to me now. You wanted to see your wife enjoying sex. Well, look at her. She’s in seventh heaven and wants nothing from you but support. Man up and tell her she looks beautiful, or go and sit out in the lounge.”
Lars threw his shoulders back and tried to look positive. They sat and watched the proceedings. Maaka was now chewing on Marie’s nipples and urging Andrew to finish, as he wanted a go. Agneta looked to be getting in the swing of things again now that Lars wasn’t bugging her. She had her legs spread wide and was responding to Jason’s frenzied thrusts. It looked like Jason was about to come. His arse was going ninety to the dozen, his face was screwed up, and his breathing was becoming laboured.
Watching Agneta getting fucked had gotten Rhonda horny, overriding the twinges of conscience that she had been struggling with. She motioned Lars to stay where he was, rose, walked over to her bed, and whispered in Agneta’s ear, “Is it good? Are you alright?”
“Oh! It’s fantastic. I never thought I would accommodate him, but it hasn’t hurt at all. I’m about to have my third orgasm.”
Rhonda stroked Agneta’s ears and neck as she became more agitated. Then, as Jason began moaning he was coming, Rhonda pinched Agneta’s nipples and murmured dirty suggestions in Agneta’s ear, attempting to heighten her experience.
But before Agneta could reach her climax, Jason groaned and collapsed and rolled to her side. Agneta voiced her disappointment, “Oh, don’t stop, I’m close.”
Without thinking, Rhonda pulled Agneta’s hip to the edge of the bed and went down on her. She could taste Jason and Agneta’s spending. Far from being revolted, she savoured the sloppy overflow and ground her face into Agneta’s groin, attempting to give her the closure she was crying out for.
Her slutty behaviour had Rhonda’s body squirming around with arousal. She welcomed the two hands that gripped her hips and, lifted her lower body into a standing position, had her bent at the waist. She continued to keep pleasuring Agneta and felt a cock probing at her bum. She moved sideways, not too keen on having him touch her bum. She’d never let Harry have anal, and after his first few failed attempts, he’d never tried again. It was something else she’d read about and considered, but her natural reaction had been to reject him.”
But it was too late. Rhonda felt a sharp jab of pain, and then someone’s cock was sliding into her forbidden hole. She snapped her head around and saw it was Lars and saw his face screwed up with an insatiable longing. Rhonda gave up her attempts to avoid him and returned to pleasuring Agneta. Who was moving around and crying out that she was going to cum. Rhonda gave all her attention to Agneta, ignoring Lar’s painful intrusion, although, if she was honest, the thrill of what was happening was more pleasurable than the pain. As she went to work with fingers and tongue, she became aware that the pain in her bum had almost gone and that she was beginning to enjoy Lars’s indecent attack on her virgin tush.
Lars bent over Rhonda’s back and told Agneta he was coming. “So am I,” screamed Agneta.”
Their explosive orgasms fuelled Rhonda’s ardour, and she found herself climaxing also.
They all collapsed on the bed. Lars on one side of Agneta, Rhonda on the other. They lay together in silence for a while. Listening and taking the odd glance over to Marie’s bed. All action had ceased there also. But Rhonda saw that Marie was attempting to get Jason interested in more sex. She had a hand wrapped around his cock and was nibbling on his neck.
Lars also noticed and commented, “I’ve heard that many women around the Mediterranean have fire in their blood.” Then, looking at his watch, he said, “We need to get going. We need to be at the airport at 10:00 in the morning.”
Rhonda looked at the bedside clock; it read 2:15 am. Agneta cuddled into Rhonda and said she didn’t want to go but then asked Rhonda if she would write to her. So Rhonda rolled over and took some writing paper off the bedside cabinet. She wrote out her address and handed the notepad to Agneta, who wrote her address on it.
Everyone got up to say goodbye. The couple hastily dressed, and Rhonda and Marie slipped into their robes. They moved to the lounge and offered drinks, but Lars insisted they get to bed. Agneta wrapped Rhonda in her arms and thanked her, “Please write. I want to keep in touch. I have much to ask you.”
Once Agneta and Lars left for their room, Rhonda said she also needed some sleep and retired to her bed. Maaka followed. They stripped and slipped under the covers. He spooned into her back, and she felt him begin to harden.
Rhonda twisted around to face him. “I need some sleep. Just hold me for now. Maybe I’ll be ready again in the morning.”
She shut her eyes and felt his fingers lightly tracing her cheek. He kissed her, and she shivered as she felt a flicker of arousal at his touch. Her last conscious memory was of Jason’s fervent grunting from Marie’s bed.
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Rhonda woke to someone climbing into bed beside her. She could feel Maaka spooned into her back, so it wasn’t him. Two large, rough hands cradled her face and drew her into a gentle kiss. She figured it was Andrew because of the stubble pricking her cheek. She kept her eyes closed, scared that if she opened them, he might see distaste in her eyes, as he wasn’t an attractive man. His arms circled behind her and pulled her inescapably close, then rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him.
She opened her eyes and saw dawn light was creeping between the curtains. She heard sounds of sexual activity coming from Marie’s bed and knew that Jason was at Marie again. Andrew drew her head down, kissed her, and murmured, “I’ve wanted to nail you from the moment I saw you. Open your legs.”
Rhonda felt herself tottering on the edge of total surrender to this man she scarcely knew. She was both appalled and excited that she was becoming aroused by a man almost twice her age. One of his hands was roaming through her red hair, the other was fondling her butt, and a finger was probing her ass crack. The tip of his finger was very close to her puckered, abused ass hole, and she went to tell him no. But his touching her there brought back the memory of the pleasure Lars had given her the previous evening, and she bit her tongue. Hearing no objection, Andrew began fingering her bum, and an insatiable longing gripped Rhonda. She slid her hand between them and directed his erect shaft to her entrance. As soon as his knob touched her, Rhonda sat back, impaling herself fully.
As they began to fuck, Rhonda became aware another hand was exploring her breasts. She opened her eyes and was not surprised to find Maaka awake and lying beside them with a wicked grin on his face. She grinned back at him and tilted her body to give better access and consent. Within seconds, he had her nipples so hard they were aching, and she asked him to pinch them to relieve the pressure.
His ministrations on her breasts were causing electrical pulses to travel down to her pussy, and she marvelled at the growing heat coming from between her legs. She couldn’t believe how excited she was getting. Andrew drew her down for another kiss and increased his tempo. She broke free when she felt Maaka pull away and climb off the bed. She was about to complain, thinking he was going over to join Jason and Marie. But then he climbed back on the bed behind her and began to rub some cream into her ass.
Rhonda let out a moan of pleasure when she felt Maaka insert a finger, then pull it out and insert two. But when he moved up and tried inserting his rigid rod, she came to her senses.
“Oh god! I can’t take you both.”
“Of course you can. It may hurt for a second. But that will go. I’ll take it easy.”
Rhonda wondered if she should allow this. Was it going too far? She’d read about double penetration in a couple of the stories she’d read but had never considered attempting it. She turned to look at him, “Go easy. I’m not at all sure about this. If I say stop, you must stop, please.”
For a minute, there was a flurry of activity as the two men sorted out where to put their legs. Then she felt Maaka press himself home. He slid in much easier than she expected. She put this down to the fact that Maaka’s erection was not as thick as Lars’s and that Lars had stretched her nether regions. As Maaka inserted the first inch, she knew she would not tell him to stop. She felt her holes stretching like never before to accommodate their assault. The experience was even more delicious than in her fantasies. There were a few awkward moments as the guys tried synchronising their attack. Finally, Maaka pulled out as Andrew thrust in, which seemed to work.
Rhonda began to respond to the sensations they were creating in her posterior. The two men’s synchronised thrusts were turning her on, making her jut her bum back into them, even though her mind was screaming to her that it was wrong.
She became aware that Andrew was biting her neck, one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. She tried to shake free, not wanting a love bite. Something that brought back memories of the cheap girls in her final years of school. He retaliated by hissing, “Come on slut, move that sloppy cunt. Fuck it up and down on my big, hard cock…move…”.
Rhonda couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her mouth. His crude language was a trigger she had not expected. Her clit was throbbing, and she knew it was erect and protruding. All her inhibitions and doubts disappeared, and she screamed at them to fuck her harder. She began to hump hard against their onslaught, chasing release, moaning like an animal in heat.
Both men were whispering crude nothings in her ear. Calling her a dirty wet slut, and a hungry whore. She felt no outrage. Their filthy language turned her on more than she could have believed. She knew she’d have her conscience to deal with later, but that was not an issue at that minute.
Rhonda began to shake with fast, violent contractions. She buried her face into Andrews’s hairy chest to quieten her screams of ecstasy. But she had to lift and take a deep breath, and yelled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yesssss,” as her orgasm exploded.
Her climax caused Andrew to explode just seconds after her, but Maaka kept fucking. Rhonda heaved out a plea for him to stop. “I’m almost there he cried,” and doubled his efforts. His actions prolonged her delirium, and just when she began to feel spicy tingles start again, he let go. Maaka’s release felt like a hot tap had been turned on in her ass. She wondered how there could be so much cum, when he had already ejaculated multiple times that night.
Maaka collapsed to one side, and Rhonda rolled off Andrew. She saw Jason and Marie sitting on the edge of her bed, watching. Embarrassed, she grabbed a pillow and clutched it to her front. But the guys took little notice of her. Instead, Andrew leapt up, started dressing, and yelled at the other two to hurry and get dressed, “We have to be checked out and on the road by 10:00.”
Rhonda slipped under the covers and watched them search for their clothes. Marie didn’t bother covering up. She lay on the bed and asked Jason if he needed to leave, as she wanted more. Andrew moved over to her and smacked her bum. “Don’t leave it so long next time,” He growled and turned for the door, hustling the two reluctant boys ahead of him.
When the door banged closed, Marie announced she would shower and then try to get some more sleep.
“I’ve asked for a late check-out. So we don’t need to leave the room until 2:00 pm,” Marie announced as she passed the end of the bed.
Rhonda used the shower after her, and when she returned to the bedroom, she saw Marie was asleep. They slept until midday, then went down and had lunch, after which Marie paid the bill. Rhonda offered to pay something towards the weekend, but Marie wouldn’t hear of it, saying, again, that it was business expenses. There was a slightly uncomfortable silence between them on the drive home—many one-word answers in their exchanges. Rhonda’s conscience was troubling her.
Marie dropped Rhonda off around 4:30 pm. She made herself a snack, put on some washing, and headed to bed. She lay listening to the silence of her empty house for quite a while and tried to convince herself she’d done no wrong.
Rhonda awoke at dawn, donned her usual work clothes, and drove to the farm. Doug was on the front porch drinking coffee. “Hi!” He yelled. ‘Was it a good weekend?”
Rhonda nodded to him that it was. But her embarrassed/guilty expression told a different story.
“I’ve had a couple of weekends like that,” replied Doug. “It takes a few days to come down to earth and realise nothing has changed. If you want to talk about it, I will not cast any judgments.”
Rhonda looked to see if he was teasing but saw that he was genuine. He rose, hugged her, and helped her start the day’s chores. She didn’t see much of him for the next two days as it was lambing season, and he was up on the hills with the boys. But on Wednesday, he came down to the house early and asked if she would have dinner with him on Thursday evening.
“You can stay the night if you want. Then we can have a few drinks, and you won’t have to worry about driving.”
Rhonda took a long, hard look to see if he was making a pass. But it was the same old caring Doug. He just told her there were three empty bedrooms and that going home to an empty house must be hard. So she accepted his offer and said she’d cook them a nice meal.
Harry was waiting for her when she got home. He wanted to discuss selling the house and to pick up some of his stuff. But as their conversation progressed, Rhonda ascertained that he had found out she’d spent the weekend in Auckland with Marie and was there to discover what had happened. It took all her willpower not to try and hurt him and blurt out that she now only had eight more men to fuck before Christmas.
Marie called while Harry was there, and Rhonda used Harry as an excuse not to see her. She wasn’t ready to discuss things or fall into bed with Marie quite yet.
Thursday, she got her chores done as quickly as possible and then drove into Te Aroha to get some ingredients for dinner that night. She wanted to cook something special, as Doug had been so good to her. But seeing a lamb roast in his freezer, she decided that would be best and would go nicely with her mother’s apple crumble and cream.
The meal went well. Doug was an absolute gentleman. They swapped stories and drank wine, but Rhonda didn’t allow the conversation to drift to her weekend in Auckland. Doug told her about his three close mates, none of whom lived close. His best mate, Michael, lived in Auckland, where he had an engineering business. He mentioned that it was Michael, who he’d named after his eldest son after. His other two mates didn’t live close either. Graham lived in Tauranga, and Chris lived in Hastings. He told her that these Boy’s weekends happened two or three times a year. He mentioned that things had gotten out of hand on one of these weekends, and he’d struggled to cope afterwards.
Rhonda knew he was opening her up to talk and relieve her conscience. Inwardly, she thanked him for this but kept her mouth closed. She could not admit what she had done or how troubled she was about it.
Around 10:00, Doug made up the bed in one of his daughter’s rooms, and she disappointedly turned out the light at 10:30, slightly irked that he had not made a pass.
At the door, as they retired to bed, he asked, “Do you want to take tomorrow off? A rather obnoxious guy is bringing a stallion around tomorrow to service two of my mares.”
Not wanting him to think her a prude, she replied, “No, I’d like to see that if I’m allowed.”
“Sure. It can be a bit full-on if you are not used to it. I’m also worried about you meeting Stan, he’s a rough diamond. He was the school bully back in the day.” Then, as an afterthought, “He once reckoned he had slept with Shirley. No one believed him, though, and he later retracted his stupid claim and admitted he’d made it up.”
The following day, Rhonda rose as soon as she heard the shower going. Wanting to look her best for Doug and make the old-school bully jealous, she pulled on her shortest denim skirt, a tee shirt and the sexy top that Marie had made her buy. Rhonda beat Doug to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast. She found some lamb fry in the fridge, Bacon, sausages, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, toast, and beans. Doug gave her a whistle when he came into the room. Have you dressed up for Stan? He’ll be tripping over his tongue all day. I warned you, he has a reputation.”
Rhonda coloured up at the thought Doug would think she had dressed for another man.
“I tidied myself up for you, as you have been so nice to me. And I hoped your Stan might be a bit jealous of you.”
Doug apologised for teasing her, and they set about their morning tasks. Around 11:00, Stan and a helper called Brian turned up. They had driven over from Cambridge. They unloaded the horse float, and Rhonda got her first close-up look at a thoroughbred stallion. It was quite a magnificent beast. Stan was tough and stocky, and he took control. Rhonda had no problem picturing him as the school bully. On the other hand, Brian was tall and thin and looked like some mafia hitman. The Stallion had sensed the mares in heat and was tossing its head and trying to bite the two men.
“Take Bolt out back and try to walk some calm into him while I get the first Mare ready,” Stan yelled at Brian.
Stan followed Doug into the stables to help with the Mare. He had been giving Rhonda sneaky, sly looks across the yard and nudged Doug at the stable door, “You’ve landed yourself a fine one there. I heard you’d gotten rid of Shirley. Now I understand why.”
Doug and Rhonda both spat out denials of any relationship. Stan just laughed and said he thought they protested too much. Then addressed Doug, “Don’t know why you ever took up with Shirley. She was a mean, evil bitch. I slept with her a couple of times, you know.”
Doug snapped around, “I remember, but you denied it. And rightly so. Everyone knew she would never have slept with you.”
Stan just grinned at him, “Well, I did at one of the dances. Shirley got me out back and ragged me until I lost my cool and bent her over someone’s car. She liked it rough, you know. When I spilled the beans on the following Monday, she got me aside and said if I didn’t tell everyone I’d lied, she was going to tell Nelson I was fucking his daughter. Do you remember the farrier, Nelson Harris? A bad-tempered bastard, he had two daughters, Rose and Cherry. My father had given Nelson’s wife one, and I was bonking Cherry, his youngest daughter. That’s why I changed my story. Christ, the bastard would have shot me.”
Doug looked at him, not totally believing, “You said you had her twice?”
“Yeah! At the next dance, the bitch whispered in my ear that she wanted another taste. We did it out in the back of my truck. Tied her up to the mobile forge and did her real good. But afterwards, I threatened to put her out in the parking lot naked if she ever bothered me again. She was a real piece of work, our Shirley.”
Doug was still giving Stan a dubious look. And Stan reacted, “Christ, you had to know she wasn’t a virgin. Shit, Avery Norman fucked her, and she was such a slut; there had to be others. Anyway, you can’t talk. You and Mike bedded half the girls in the district and shared some of them, from what I heard.”
Doug looked at Rhonda and shook his head. Stan saw this and looked to Rhonda also, “Sorry lady, I’m I shouldn’t have said that, and sorry for the language. But our Doug’y boy was a bit of a ‘Jack the Lad’ back in the day.”
Brian arrived with Bolt at that moment, and Doug opened one of the stalls and led Rhonda’s horse, Betty, into the ring. The Mare was excited, and Doug asked Rhonda to help calm her whilst he fastened her lead to a ring on the wall. Rhonda rubbed Betty behind the ear, but the Mare wasn’t interested. She nickered and tried to back up into the Stallion, leaving Rhonda in doubt about the Mares’ intent. The Stallion began to prance around and rear up, “We had better get out of the way and go up into the stalls to watch before we get trampled,” Doug said. Leading her to the bleachers.
They stood together next to the table full of old tack. The Stallion was biting Betty, first on the shoulders and then all around her rear. Rhonda winced at the thought he might damage her. The Stallion’s violent frenzy had Rhonda tingling to her toes. Wanting to conceal her arousal, she turned to Doug and asked if the Stallion was not hurting her. Doug looked a bit flushed himself and half turned from her. It dawned on her that he probably had a hard-on. He replied that Betty wouldn’t get hurt, “Look at her. She’s just as excited as Bolt.”
He was right. Betty was wet around her opening and seemed just as excited as the Stallion. Bolt’s cock was beginning to un-sheath. Rhonda unconsciously pressed her mound against the railing. Bolt’s excited agitation and his massive shaft jerking around Betty’s tail had Rhonda pressing her mound even more firmly against the railing. Suddenly aware of what she was doing and that her body was writhing around like a fish out of water, she pulled back and tried to move left. But the tack table was in the way, and her next move had her ass pressed against Doug.
Doug didn’t move, and she stood pressed against him. She tried to act normal and turned her attention back to the ring. The Stalion’s black shaft was as long as her arm and thicker than her wrist. It began trying to mount the Mare, and his extended shaft was swinging up, trying to find the Mare’s opening. Brian and Stan had been holding the Stallion’s lead, but Brian stepped to the rear, gripped the shaft, and directed it home. A surge of arousal hit Rhonda hard. She couldn’t control herself. Without any thought of the consequences, she bent at the waist, backed into Doug, and rubbed herself on his hip.
Rhonda tried to stifle the fervent groan that escaped when she felt Doug lift her skirt and pull her panties to the side. He entered her with one firm thrust, and her groan turned into a scream of joy. She lifted her head to see what was happening in the ring and saw Stan was watching her. He had been alerted by her cry. She ignored the disquieting thought that she should be appalled. Her insatiable longing had obliterated her common sense.
Doug must have seen Stan watching as he quickly manoeuvred Rhonda around to face the table and swept most of the tack away with one sweep of his arm. He pushed her down over an old saddle. The solid railing was now hiding her from view. The smell of old leather was pungent and enticing. It heightened her appetite. The Rhonda of old, that prissy prude from her married years, had been expunged by her dirty weekend away. And although she appreciated Doug attempting to hide her from Stan’s leering gaze, she really didn’t give a dam. She felt euphoric at having been exposed if she was honest with herself.
Doug took to her like an animal. He seemed totally out of control. He thrust into her hard and, between sharp intakes of air, began telling her how much he had wanted her and how beautiful she was. It was the roughest fuck she’d ever had, and she was worried the table would collapse. That thought made her laugh. She raised her head to look over the railing and saw Brian leading Bolt outside. She hoped Doug wasn’t that fast. She wanted this to last forever. Her raising up to look allowed Doug access to her tits, and he quickly ripped her blouse open, freeing them to play with. He was humping her so hard that her tits began hitting her under her chin, which made her laugh again.
Doug began biting her neck and earlobe. She had a flicker of apprehension at the thought of him marking her. Then, realising it did not matter, she turned and egged him on by moaning every time he chewed on her neck. Rhonda felt herself coming. No, that was wrong; she’d been coming since he entered her. It was one long orgasm that Rhonda didn’t want to end. But there was a rise in intensity when she felt him reaching his peak. His thrusts became more urgent, and Rhonda knew he was close to ejaculating. She reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling him hard against her, not wanting him to withdraw. She was not ready for this to end.
However, she became aware that another voice was telling Doug to move aside, that it was his turn. And after three or four hard thrusts, which she knew meant Doug had cum. There was a moment when cold air assailed her before another rock-hard cock was plunging into her smouldering, drenched hole.
Rhonda gave no thought to stopping. Her lust was like gravity, pulling her down into a well of warm, delicious sin. A hand settled on the small of her back and slid down over the top of her arse. It hooked on her panties and pulled them down her legs. She began panting in anticipation as one hand lifted and squeezed her flesh. The other hand urged her to lift her leg and kick the panties away before running back up to her sex.
Rhonda snapped her head around, knowing full well it was Stan. She realised she should be telling him to leave her alone, but she wanted more. Stan grinned back at her, “I knew the moment I saw you that you’d be a goer. Fuck, you’re one hot piece of ass. Roll over.”
Rhonda was so far gone she felt incapable of following his instructions. So Stan physically rolled Rhoda onto her back. He thrust into her again and, without withdrawing, lifted her legs so her knees were up by her ears. Then Stan really began to fuck. He was just as rough as Doug and, after a few strokes, directed her to support her legs, freeing up his hands so her could attack her tits and chew on her nipples.
When Stan had rolled her over, he had placed her head on the saddle so she was in a position to watch him fucking her. She’d never watched herself being fucked before. It shifted her arousal to another level, and she began to grunt out obscenities in sync with his frenzied fucking.
Rhonda was aware that Doug was standing beside her. He was holding his messy bayonet and looking around for something to wipe it with. A new bout of arousal struck, and she reached out, grabbed the wrist of the hand holding his rod, and pulled it to her mouth.
Doug tried to pull away, saying he was dirty. Rhonda looked up, “I want it dirty.” And she squished his cream-covered weapon against her face, then licked it vigorously before swallowing as much of him as she could. As she sucked it clean, she felt him begin to harden. And even though he swelled and made her gag, she was ecstatic at the thought that he would be able to do her again.
Watching her sucking Doug clean brought a new burst of energy to Stan, “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he yelled, “Your the horniest fucking bitch I’ve had in years.”
Stan pulled out, trying to postpone his prematurely ejaculating. But the sight of her spasming cunt did him in. He reached forward and spread her labia, exposing the hard bud of her swollen clit. He went to lean forward to suck it, but a surge of arousal changed his mind. It didn’t help that Rhonda snapped her eyes open, projecting her need.
Stan lined up and thrust home again. This time, there was no holding back. He sounded like a Grizzly Bear caught in a trap as his loins violently thrust and recoiled into her. When he finally slowed, Rhonda tried to stop him from pulling out, but she was no match for his strength and had to let him go.
Doug also pulled away, looking very embarrassed about his participation. Rhonda giggled as she watched Doug struggle to get his erect shaft back into his trousers. Stan moved up alongside, taking Doug’s place beside Rhonda’s head and offered his fast-shrinking slug for her to clean. She twisted her head away, “I only do that for Doug.”
Stan shrugged his shoulders, picked up her panties and wiped himself clean with them. He looked at his watch, “Shit! Brian will have Bolt back in a minute. Come on, Doug, we have to get the next Mare ready.”
Stan pulled his jeans up and told Rhonda to stay put, as he wasn’t anywhere near finished with her, and added, as an afterthought, that Brian would want some of her as well.
Rhonda was spent. She sat up, her chest heaving as her lungs tried to draw more air. Her body kept spasming with little electric shocks that sent currents of joy up and down her spine. Movement at the door caught her eye. It was Brian leading Bolt in from the yard. The Stallion was trying to rear up and thrash its hooves at him. It had caught a whiff of the second Mare.
Rhonda realised that she was still horny and that if Bruce were to walk up into the stalls, she’d welcome him with open arms. But at that moment, he turned his head and saw her. The crude, leering look on his face snapped her back to reality. She fell back behind the security of the railing, blushing, embarrassed, and wanting to die. Once Rhonda heard the men talking, she rolled off the table and picked up her panties from where Stan had thrown them. She bent to pull her panties on, but the milky mess in them changed her mind. Rhonda screwed them up in her hand, bent double, and made her way to the steps. She took note of the three men battling to get Bolt and the Mare under control and escaped across the show ring into the yard.
As she walked to the house, she could feel the stickiness of her misdemeanour running down her legs. Just inside the front door, she lifted her skirt to peek. Her cunt was drenched, red and puffy from the powerful fucking she’d just had. She turned left into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The woman she saw was not the respectable country girl who had arrived at the farm four weeks before. Her red hair was a mess. The roots were damp and lank from perspiration. The light makeup she had applied that morning smeared. She looked like a slut, and a well fucked one at that.
Rhonda washed her face and tried to scrub away her sins. But to no avail. She couldn’t scrub away the bite marks on her neck, and there looked to be one on her cleavage. She opened her blouse to find more dark red bruises around her breasts and rock-hard nipples. She touched her nipples and realised she was still horny, and that scared the shit out of her.
Rhonda realised she needed to leave before the guys found her missing. She hurried to the bedroom, stuffed everything in her overnight bag, and made a break for her car.
The drive home was traumatic. It only took twenty minutes, but the promised rain hit, and she nearly ran off the road during a gusty squall. She knew she shouldn’t have been driving, as her mind was all over the place. It was going over a thousand different scenarios, and by the time she drove up her driveway, she had convinced herself that Doug must be thoroughly disgusted with her and would not want to employ her anymore.
After taking a shower, in an attempt to wash some of her guilt away, Rhonda called Marie. She was at the hair salon but said she was on her way. When she arrived, Marie sat Ronda down in the lounge and rang every intimate detail from her for the next thirty minutes. At the end of which she responded, “You dirty, rotten, lucky bitch. I’d have given my eye teeth to have been in your shoes.”
“But I have the crushing feeling I’ve been unfaithful and screwed everything. There is no way Doug will want to keep me on.”
Marie laughed, “You’re so clueless about where men are concerned. I bet Doug won’t sleep a wink tonight. He’ll be so horny. You are to go back to the farm tomorrow?”
“No, I can’t,” replied Rhonda.
“You’ll go if I have to drag you there myself. Get your coat, I’m taking you to lunch.”
Marie drove Rhonda to Hamilton, which was only a thirty-minute drive away. They had lunch and then found a beauty salon, where she paid for Rhonda to have a facial and a massage. They returned to Morrinsville just before dinnertime, and Marie insisted she stay for dinner.
Rhonda got to talk to Marie’s husband and her fourteen-year-old son for the first time. She had met John before but had never sat and talked with him. He was as she expected – intelligent, polite, and engaging, as she expected from a successful lawyer. But he also had a sense of humour, which she hadn’t expected.
While Marie and her son were out of the room, John asked her if she’d enjoyed her weekend away with Marie. Rhonda told him she had, but she was unsure whether to elaborate. She wondered if he was trying to find out what had happened or if he was genuinely interested in her well-being. Rhonda clammed up, although she was dying to know how he felt about Marie’s extramarital activities.
By the time Marie ran her home, Rhonda was mildly drunk and had forgotten her concerns about what Doug thought of her. She downed two glasses of water and two Panadol before retiring. A solution for hangovers that Harry had taught her.
But when Rhonda awoke early the following day, all her doubts had returned. What a dilemma. She considered running for the hills as she walked to her car. And on the drive to the farm, she almost turned around and drove back home several times.
Doug was waiting on the porch when she arrived. He leapt up and came to the car. They both began to talk, stopped, and then spoke again over one another. Doug stepped towards her, “I’m sorry for what I let happen yesterday. Shit, I’m glad to see you. I was scared you wouldn’t come today.”
“But you must be disgusted with me?”
Doug took her in his arms, “How could I be disgusted? It was me that forced myself on you. And me that let Stan go too far. I’ve been beating myself up all night.”
Ronda didn’t seem to hear him, “I acted like a sex-starved teen, a slut, and I feel I’ve been unfaithful to you.”
Doug hugged her harder and lifted her head so she could look into his eyes, “You were not unfaithful to me. I need to tell you about my past. Stan, the bastard, lauded to my past when he met you. Others will drop innuendos, so I’ll tell you about all that sometime. But you were not unfaithful to me. Quite the opposite – I appreciated your telling Stan you wouldn’t clean him. It made me feel special.”
Doug walked her to the house, “Come, I’ll grab some things. I want to show you a special place.”
Doug left her on the porch and disappeared inside. He returned minutes later, carrying a chilly bin and blankets. He led her to the Ranger, threw everything in the back, and drove towards the hills. After a mile, Doug turned left onto a side road and drove another mile towards a grove of trees. On the other side of the trees was a glade of wildflowers on a river’s bend. Doug pulled up beside a huge Puriri tree with a rope swing hanging over the water.
“This is where I used to bring the kids in the summer. I’ve always wanted to build a house over there,” he said, pointing to the opposite bank. You can see I’ve been modifying the area.”
He pointed to a weir twenty meters downstream and rocks around much of the bend. Then, on the other side, there was a sandy beach.
Noticing Rhonda’s puzzled expression, he added, “The weir has raised the water level by over a meter, so I had to dump the rocks on the bend to stop erosion.” Doug then pointed to the opposite bank. “Over there is where I want to build, so I had some trucks deliver sand four years ago and built the beach.”
He laid out the blanket and pulled the seat swabs out of the Ranger for them to lean on. Then, handing Rhonda a bottle of water from the chilly bin, he slumped down and asked her to join him.
“I don’t talk about my past normally, but in light of what Stan blurted to you, I want to explain. My closest mate is Michael. Mike and I went through a spell of sharing our conquests. I thought we kept it very quiet, but I’m not surprised that Stan knew. It sounds like he bedded at least one of the women Mike and I shared. I’m talking about a long time ago. But watching a couple making out has remained one of my favourite fantasies ever since. So watching Stan with you yesterday was incredibly arousing, so much so that I wasn’t very jealous. But what jealousy I had evaporated when you told him you would not blow him. It made me feel very special.”
Rhonda answered, “I don’t know how that happened. Until a week ago, I’d only slept with one man.”
Doug interjected, “Until a week ago, so you did sleep with someone on your weekend with Marie? I noticed you had changed when you turned up for work last Monday. You were acting very guilty, although I couldn’t understand why you had a reason to be.
Rhonda made to explain, but Doug shut her down, “You don’t need to explain anything to me. Hell! I felt like hitting the town and acting up when Shirley left me. So, I do understand completely.”
“I want to explain, though. I won’t go into all the grubby details, but yes, Marie took me to Auckland to meet with a guy she had met online. Marie’s date was supposedly bringing a friend for me. I was incredibly nervous about going away with Marie, but I wanted revenge. I’m not ready to talk about all that happened, not yet, anyway. You have to understand that I was raised to believe that sex was for procreation, not to be enjoyed, and anything other than the missionary position was a sin.”
Doug shrugged, indicating he wasn’t worried about her not explaining.
But Rhonda carried on, “My attitude to sex was what led to my marriage breaking up. That’s what Harry thinks, anyway. When I confronted him about his affair, he said I was a frigid bitch, and that he’d have never played around if I’d been more accommodating.”
Doug pulled Rhonda into his arms, “You are the most un-frigid woman I’ve ever been with. I’ve never seen a woman cum as hard and passionately as you did yesterday. As for Harry not playing around, that’s bullshit. He’s a player, I’ve asked around. I’m told he has been unfaithful for years. So his infidelity has little to do with you.”
Rhonda was embarrassed by Doug’s compliments and went to pull away, but he held her tight. He searched out her lips and kissed her. When he felt her relax and warm to his kissing, he pulled back and whispered in her ear, “I want you to move in with me. I want to wake every morning and find you beside me.”
Rhonda didn’t know what to say. Blushing, she tried to hide her embarrassment by searching out his lips for another kiss. She felt Doug’s hand moving down her back and under her skirt. His hand began to caress her smooth globes, then slipped under her panties, along her bare skin, and searched her folds. His long fingers dipped into her warm wetness and dragged some of her gushing juices onto her brown puckered hole.
But when he pressed the errant messy finger into her ass, Rhonda had a flashback of Maaka and Andrew taking her the previous weekend. She pulled away, embarrassed at having thought of them at this passionate moment with Doug. Wiping the thought from her mind, “I want you now,” she growled. “Roll on your back; I want to be on top.”
Rhonda stood, dropped her skirt and panties in one movement and squatted down on his erect boner. She snuggled her head into his neck, not wanting him to see her arousal. But Doug caught her by the shoulders and pushed her into a sitting position, “I want to watch. Take your top off. I want to play with your tits.”
She looked around to see if anyone was nearby. But unless someone was hiding in the stand of kahikatea trees, no one was within miles. So she pulled her jersey over her head and undid the buttons on her blouse. She shivered when Doug slipped the blouse down her back, reached behind her, and undid the bra.
Now totally naked, Rhonda started grinding her crotch onto Doug, attempting to get herself off. Doug helped by fondling her breasts. He sat up every few minutes and chewed on her nipples. Each time he laid back to watch her assault, the intoxicating scent of her arousal caused his cock to harden and throb.
Her humping on him was such a gorgeous sight he had to sit up and push his nose between her beautiful globes, so he could close his eyes and think of anything but her firm, shapely thighs in an attempt to delay his climax.
But he was fighting a losing battle. Her vagina was like a moist silken glove on his shaft and had him throbbing and pulsing to a climax. He looked up to tell her he was coming and saw that her mouth was hanging partly open, with the tip of her tongue just showing. There was a faraway look in her partly closed eyes, and one hand was gripping the nipple of her left breast, rolling it between her fingers. That did it for Doug. He cried out that he was sorry but couldn’t control himself any longer.
Rhonda snapped her eyes open, saw the look on his face, and began to climax. As her orgasm swept through her, she threw herself down on Doug and clamped her mouth over his, attempting to quieten her squeals of joy. Doug pushed his tongue between her lips and clung onto her as she slid up and down against him. He managed to hold on fast, keeping his shrinking cock in place until Rhonda’s orgasm had run its course.
Afterwards, Rhonda lay against him, breathing heavily and still moving her hips gently to maintain the sensations running through her body. Then she raised her head, smiled, and whispered, “Christ, but that was good.”
They rolled on their backs after a few more minutes, still breathing hard. Rhonda asked, “Did you mean that about my moving in? Or were you just saying that to get into my pants?”
“You weren’t wearing any pants.”
Rhonda giggled, “Don’t you think it’s a bit soon? You hardly know me.”
“Never been surer of anything in my life. I’ve wanted you since I entered that bookshop two years ago. Why do you think I ordered the magazines? It was so I had an excuse to visit twice a month.”
“But you never gave any indication nor made any moves.”
“You were married. I’ve told you. I don’t mess around with married women.”
“I’m still married.”
“You’re separated. Do you think you and Harry will get back together?”
“Never! Not the slightest hope in hell. The marriage has never been perfect, but I only saw the light about a year ago.”
“Why a year ago? What changed.?”
Rhonda went silent for a minute, wondering how much she should tell him. Marie was the only person who knew she read dirty stories and was ashamed to tell anyone else.
Doug saw her hesitation. “You know you can tell me anything. I won’t ever judge you. I want things to be different between you and me. Total honesty. Nothing like my previous marriage.”
Rhonda said, “One of my girlfriends, Jean, brought Marie and her husband to a party. Jean’s husband, Mason, sells farm equipment for Fergusons.”
“Is that Mason Wilson? I know him.”
“Yes, he brought them to one of our dinner parties. They had not long moved back to the district. Marie’s husband, John, is some hot-shot lawyer and wanted to get them out of the city for their son’s schooling. Marie told us about a dirty story site, and I looked it up when I got home. The first story I read was very sexy and well-written. It got me wondering about all I’d missed out on.”
“Did you start playing around?” Doug asked.
“Hell no! You have no idea how prim and proper I was. I didn’t even let Harry put the lights on when we made love. No, it all just became a fantasy for me. But as I read more stories, I learned about things I’d never experienced and knew I never would.”
“You need to tell me your fantasies. What is your favourite one?”
Rhonda was too embarrassed to tell him. Instead, she said she was getting cold. Doug sat up and handed her clothes over.
“First, I need to wash. I used to be dry with Harry, but nowadays, I get very messy down there,” she rose and walked down to the water.
Doug watched her squat at the water’s edge and splash the river water between her legs. He wished he had his camera. It would have been the photo of the year. She was between him and the morning sun, which silhouetted her curvaceous body against the river and far bank. He stood to get a towel from the back of the Ranger. The sight of her squatting had him hardening again.
Rhonda walked back and took the offered towel, “That water is bloody cold. You should hop in. It would sort out that,” she said, pointing to his groin.
Doug laughed and asked her again. “What’s your biggest fantasy?”
Rhonda started to put her clothes back on but answered him as she dressed, “I can’t pick out just one. There are lots of things I like to try. Remember, up until seven days ago, I’d only done missionary, so pretty much anything will be a new experience.”
“Name a couple?”
“Well, One story I read was about joining the mile-high club. That sounds exciting.”
Doug grinned, “That’s easily achieved. I’ll put it on the list. Another?”
“Lots of women want to have a black man with a huge cock. So I guess that has to be up there.”
“A little harder to achieve, but not impossible.”
“Would you not mind me sleeping with a black man?” Said Rhonda, feeling a bit irked. She’d thrown that out there without thinking and immediately wished she hadn’t. She thought he couldn’t think much of her if he didn’t care if she slept around.
Doug bent and started picking up things. Then, looking her in the eye, “In the right situation, I’d love to watch that. I’m a voyeur. That’s why I’d like to attend one of Avery Norman’s parties. I’d probably get super horny, terribly jealous, and kick the black guy off. But I’d love to watch that.”
Rhonda looked at the bin in his arms, “Are we going? It’s lovely here.”
“We can stay. I have ham, cheese, tomatoes and bread in here. But I’m serious about you moving in with me, and we should have a quick snack at the house and then get whatever you need from your house. We can come here and make love whenever it’s not raining.”
I’m uncertain about moving in with you yet. I have some issues to sort out.”
“You can camp in the other bedroom. But I’m serious. I don’t want you returning to an empty house each night.”
Rhonda acquiesced, bent, and picked up the blanket. They put everything in the back of the Ranger and hopped in the front. Doug pulled her to him, kissed her, then drew back and asked, “I have one more question.”
Alarmed, Rhonda drew back and said, “I cannot tell you anything about last weekend. I’m very uncomfortable with some things that happened, which is why I’ve been avoiding Marie. She will want to revisit the trip, and until I sort out what happened, I can’t face her.”
“I wasn’t going to ask you about your weekend. I told you, I’ve been there a couple of times myself. You don’t need to tell me anything, but please know I’ll never judge or find fault with anything you do. Hell, I’ve done lots of things I didn’t like. But you get over them.”
Doug reached over to cuddle and console Rhonda. But she held him off.
“You don’t understand. I fucking liked all the stuff that was done to me. I liked it too bloody much. I’m having trouble with that, and I can’t bring myself to think about any of it. You’ll hate me if you know what I have done.”
“Oh, baby, you’re so wrong. You could have done nothing I haven’t done or fantasised about doing. You can talk to me about anything. Leave it at that. Let’s go get the belongings you need from your place.”
Rhonda held his hand from reaching the key, “What was your question?”
“You probably don’t want to answer. But when you and Marie were here on the Friday before you left for the Langham, I noticed something between you two. And I wondered if you two had ever made out together?”
Seeing her guilty reaction, Doug stopped her from answering, “Before you say anything, I want you to know that my biggest fantasy is watching two women make love to one another. And I can see the answer on your face, so you don’t have to say anything.”
Rhonda sighed, “Love had nothing to do with it. I’m not a lesbian. Well, I don’t think of myself as one anyway. I turned to her when I thought Harry was unfaithful, and things got out of hand. I don’t think I could share you with Marie.”
Doug interrupted, “I don’t mean I want to watch so I can sleep with Marie. That’s not why I asked.”
“But Marie would want to sleep with you. She went on about you on the trip to Auckland. Said if I didn’t fuck you, then she would. I don’t want to share you with another woman. I’m too insecure and don’t have the confidence to handle that.”
Doug started to drive, “I won’t sleep with other women. Okay. Just keep talking with me. You will find it easier by the day. Changing the subject, shall I take the trailer to your house? Do you want to bring any furniture back?”
Back at the house, Rhonda made sandwiches while Doug hooked up a trailer to his Ute. Before starting out for her home, Rhonda texted Harry to say what she was doing. He texted back, saying he would meet her at the house.
They drove to Morrinsville. Rhonda had gone quiet because she was worried about what Harry would do when he met Doug. She needn’t have worried. Doug was a good two inches taller than Harry and more muscular. He just walked up to Harry and shook his hand. Harry didn’t look very happy, but he looked intimidated and set about telling Rhonda what she could take and what he wanted.
There was little dispute about anything other than her mother’s sideboard, which was the only item of furniture worth much. But Rhonda pointed out that as he was taking everything from the garage, the washing machine, fridge, etc., the values of which were much higher, she was having the sideboard. Harry helped Doug load it onto the trailer, then her chest of drawers with most of her clothes. After Harry had returned to work, they emptied the kitchen of all the food and spices.
Just as they were finishing loading everything, Jean drove up. She had cooked Rhonda a shepherd’s pie for dinner.
“I didn’t expect you to be here,” said Jean. “I was going to leave this on the back porch and text you about it.”
Rhonda introduced her to Doug and was secretly amused at Jean, who was acting like a teen with a crush. As she turned to go, Jean whispered in her ear that Doug was hot and to throw him her way when she’d finished with him. Rhonda laughed with her, “That’s never going to happen. I’ve decided to keep him.”
On the way back to the farm, Doug teased Rhonda about Jean. He reckoned she was eying Rhonda up, and she might be a better prospect for him to watch two women make love than Marie.
Rhonda just laughed him off, telling him that he was wrong. “Jeans is the quietest woman in our group. She blushes and gets embarrassed at the slightest mention of sex.”
To be continued…
List of characters.
Rhonda Lawrence – a thirty-nine-year-old redhead.
Harry – her husband of twenty years.
Their children – Michael, Gemma and Ian
Rhonda and Harry’s closest friends.
Mark & Ashley
Mason & Jean
Dylan & Janet
Marie – a new friend, married to – John.
Grayson – owns the Morrinsville bookshop.
Doug McKenzie – owns Sterling Sheep Station north of Te Aroha, at the foot of the Kaimai Ranges.
Shirley – Doug’s wife, who has recently eloped with another man.
Doug’s children – Michael, Lizzie and Susan.
Dougs farm workers – Liam and Nigel.
Bruce Norton – Doug’s Accountant.
Abby Marbray – an old flame of Doug’s from his school days.
Avery Norman – the local Casanova, Abby’s husband.
Mac – Doug’s faithful companion. A mixture of Australian Cattle dog and German shepherd.
Eddie – owns the Supermarket in Te Aroha.
Andrew – Farmer from Gisborne. Marie met him online.
Mark – (Maori name Maaka.) Works for Andrew.
Jason – Andrew’s young nephew, has just begun working for Andrew.
Doug’s three best mates:
Michael – lives in Auckland.
Chris – lives in Hastings.
Graham – lives in Tauranga.
Stan and Brian – brought the stallion, Bolt, to breed with Doug’s mares.
