A pastoral tale

Last summer I cycled through Britain, sticking to the less traveled routes. Overall the weather was

kind, in fact, even when it poured it turned out for the best.

I was laboring through some hilly but very open farming countryside, a patchwork quilt of green fields

separated by winding hedgerows, when the skies opened up. Now, I don’t mind a little rain and it

does keep the countryside pretty, but this was coming down in buckets and the wind was roaring over

hill and through valley and I was starting to shiver. Coming down a hill at a breakneck pace, I could

hardly see it was raining so hard, I saw a heavenly sanctuary in the form of a small country church,

rectory attached, with a small covered porch entrance.

I pulled over, leaned my bike up against the stone wall and got myself out of the rain under the small

porch roof. I was still shivering though as the winds seemed gale f***e strong and I was dripping. I

nearly jumped out of my skin when the door behind me opened. I turned, heart still racing, to see a

woman there.

I’m not sure who was more startled though, as she obviously wasn’t expecting me. We laughed a bit

with nervousness and I only had to gesture to the weather for understanding to dawn on her face. It

was a lovely face, a lived-in face with a peaches and cream type complexion with dark hair, a nice

contrast. She was younger than me, I’m 51, and I’d guess she was in her forties. She was a bit taller

too, but not too much more than my five foot eight, and seemed well built. I was, I thought,

circumspect in my inspection as the church location seemed to eschew lewd thoughts.

When I shivered again, a look of concern crossed her face, and she insisted I come in to dry off. She

told me to just leave my bike where it was.

I followed her, the minister’s housekeeper as it turned out, through the small chapel, my bike shoe

cleats echoing in the empty stone room, and out the back to the adjoining rectory. The small quarters

were neat, if a little on the small side. I slipped off my shoes and she led me to the bathroom. In a no-

nonsense but cheerful voice she told me to strip off and hop in the shower while she dried my clothes.

Shivering with cold, I agreed readily enough. I was surprised when she stayed while I undressed.

Although a bit nervous, I did make an effort to turn around but I could feel my cock stirring a little as I

wrung out my jersey and shorts before handing them over. No way I could stop it from rising, we were

very close in that small, white tiled, bathroom, it couldn’t have been much more that five by five with

the tub and shower at the end. By the time I turned toward her I was fully erect. She didn’t look down

but she did take my clothes with a grin and left me there.

With a rueful little shrug, I stepped over the high tub side and drew the shower curtain across. I

fiddled with the controls until the temperature was right and then luxuriated in the pounding of the hot

water. My cock continued to yearn for my new found friend and wasn’t in any mood to subside. I

figured I should take care of it so I didn’t embarrass myself again. I began to run soapy hands over

the shaft, moving from base to slippery tip when a voice sounded close by.

“How’s it going, ” she asked.

“Fine, thanks.” I managed to stammer , embarrassed once more.

“Need any help?”

“Um, pardon, ” I asked, not believing my ears.

“Do you want a hand in there?” she asked while pulling back the flimsy curtain.

She was completely naked, with a thick bush of black pubic hair and dark brown nipples that topped

full soft breasts. They were mature, hanging down like ripe fruit.

My engorged cock was bobbing in time to my heartbeat it was so hard. I suppose that’s all the answer

she needed as she stepped inside.

The first kiss was a breathless affair as our bodies came together. I could feel her sturdy body slide

up to mine until we were pressed right together. We kissed for a long time under the hot streaming

shower, running soapy hands over each other. Her legs were strong and her stomach flat. Her ass

was fine, tight and muscular. I explored her anus with a soapy finger as I sunk to my knees in the tub

to slide my tongue inside her nether lips. The first taste was delicious. Her arousal was evident in the

thick secretion that flowed from her luxuriant bush. Her hands wrapped in my hair and she urged me

on with gentle pressure. I slid my lips down until my explorations covered her sex from end to end

and back again.

She sighed with pleasure.

I redoubled my efforts, with water cascading over my head, I probed her with my eager tongue, over

and over while gently fucking her with two fingers imbedded in her anus while my thumb slid inside

her pussy. I could feel her tight little ring fluttering around my fingers as she tensed and then she

came, hot and sweet and salty, a wash of fluid. I’d never encountered a squirter before and I tried to

swallow it all but some still trickled from the corner of my mouth. She pulled back from my lips and

tongue to sink down beside me, kissing away the remnants of her fluid that dotted my lips.

The shower started to cool and so we toweled each other dry. She was playful and tender, kissing

every inch of me as she dried me off. Her lips and teeth found my nipples and she sucked them,

nibbling gently in between. By now I was aching with need. Her hands found by cock and she

wrapped both of them around the shaft stacked.

“So big, ” she murmured. She relinquished hold of only one hand and used the other to lead me to a

bed. It was a huge, oaken affair with a broad quilt covered expanse. Opening a bedside drawer she

pulled out a tube of lube. Taking her time, humming softly to herself she coated my shaft until all eight

inches glistened. I was hard enough that the foreskin wouldn’t stay forward and most of my bulbous

head was uncovered.

Leaning over the bed she simply said, “Bugger me.”

Although startled by the starkly worded request, I was more than ready to comply. Still, I wanted to

spend a moment drinking it all in. Her mature, but surprisingly lean, body was facing away from me

and she stood on the floor, legs spread, her torso bent over the bed, her breasts hanging down. Her

legs were lean and muscular and I could see her calf muscles quivering a little with either the strain of

her position or the excitement she was feeling. Her back was broad, tapering to a narrow waist. Her

thick, wet mop of black hair was in sharp contrast to the relative paleness of her body. Although

aching for her, I didn’t enter yet.

“Turn over, ” I said, “I want to see you when I’m inside.”

Blue eyes, the color of the storm torn sky outside, looked into mine as she wordlessly complied. She

lay back on the bed and I pulled her toward me by grasping her firm thighs. I dragged her over the

white sheets until her behind was right at the edge of the mattress and then I positioned my cock at

the entrance to her bottom . It seemed to twitch under me as I pushed against it. Looking into her

eyes I sodomized her, sliding inside, ever so slowly. Her mouth opened with a soft moan as the head

of my shaft slid past her tight ring. I could feel my foreskin being dragged back by her tightness and it

engorged the head of my cock like a cock ring, trapping the bl**d inside the swollen tip.

It went in easier after that and I kept a steady forward pressure until my balls were laying against her

smooth round bottom. I loved the feeling of my balls slapping against her and so I started to thrust

and withdraw, each stroke a bit more f***eful. I slid two fingers past her pussy lips into her tunnel and

let my thumb slide over the hard nub of her clitoris. The feeling was magical, and like magic, her body

started to tremble, for all the world as if each plunge of mine was somehow pumping an electrical

charge through her. My fingers and thumb, well coated with her juices kept a punctuation


I pumped inside her anus, riding her hard, as I stroked her near-liquid cunt with my busy fingers. She

was wonderfully tight and eager, pushing back against me, urging me to penetrate all the way on

each hard thrust. By now my thighs were starting to tremble and my breathing was ragged. With one

final thrust I buried my spurting cock to the hilt while I masturbated her with all the speed I could

muster. In seconds she joined me with her secretions arching high out of her cunt to cover my shaft

and coat my belly. Moaning, out of control, I ground my cock into her striving to be one with this

wonderful woman. As my shuddering stopped and I slipped out of her now, stretched-wide bottom, I

lowered my head to her soaken pussy and licked her clean. We stretched out on the bed, side by

side, and fell into a light afternoon slumber.

When I awoke, she was staring at me, her hand wrapped lightly around my stiffening cock.

“Good, you’re awake, ” she murmured with a wide smile as she swung a leg over me.

I inhaled sharply as with one motion she buried my rampant cock inside her warmth. Seeing her

breasts move as she rode was fascinating. I had to reach up to capture them even as she leaned

back slightly to grasp my balls. She kneaded my sack gently as she rocked on my hardness, impaled

on my cock. I played lightly with her nipples. In no time her once small, careful movements grew

frantic and became large. She raised up until my cock nearly fell out, only to crash down again until

her hips bottomed out against me. I felt my cock head banging against her cervix with every down-


Breathing hard I reached to fondle her clitoris as she began to lose her rhythm, running my fingers

over it, pressing my palm against it. With a suddenness that surprised me she leaned forward to

press herself full length against my torso. I wrapped my arms around her and held her so tightly that

she couldn’t move while I moved my hips wildly. I drove myself into her as she shuddered, driving up

as hard and fast as I could move. I didn’t stop even when I felt my orgasm begin, cum traveled up my

shaft, such an intense sensation that it felt as if a golf ball was trying to get passage. That seemed to

be all for her too as a flood of warmth wet my balls and the sheets under me.

She didn’t move and neither did I until long after my softening cock slid from her warmth.
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Nice story.