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Before you begin to read this story I wish to say thank you to all of you who have read my previous offerings and I hope, have enjoyed them for what they are, Stories. I welcome all comments, but I do have one comment of my own, I am not an author I am a storyteller. I am also certain that most of you have had a far better education that the one I had. The punctuation errors are errors, not an insult so please bear that in mind as you read.

I was hot and weary. My car had a wrecked wheel after I ran over a huge pothole in a narrow country road. I hadn’t seen any sign of houses, so I struggled to get it off the road and onto the narrow strip of verge and started walking. I had a map, I was dressed for walking, and I knew where I was, so it was no disaster, just annoying.

After trekking across the moorland, I was now on the heights above the small town I had been making for. I had managed to contact a guest house there after the one I had previously arranged proved to be no longer available. I had also managed to arrange for the car to be collected by the local garage and I would see them tomorrow,

My intention had been to lodge at a guest house some five miles behind me but upon my arrival I discovered that it had ceased to be such some three weeks earlier, after the owner had a heart attack.

I had followed a small path down the escarpment, and this had joined up with a slightly more used path which led from the valley to a point some way high to my left and this had taken me down to, and through, the shade of a small stand of trees.

Stopping for a rest to cool down, I took hold of a handy sapling and pulled myself up the slope and onto an outcrop of granite, which was certainly better than laying in the leaf mould below it.

My pack became a handy headrest and I lay back to enjoy the coolness. I had no sooner settled than I heard voices. They came from two girls approaching from below, but as they entered the copse the voices stopped as the girls also moved off the path.

Although The girls had stopped talking, I could hear muffled sounds and so I rolled onto my stomach and peered over the edge of my rock. The girls were in a clearing. They had known something that I had not, which was the location of the small clearing on the other side of my resting place.

They were kissing, and the blonde one was undressing her companion, she had undone her friend’s blouse and pulled it down over her arms to unfasten her bra, and as I watched she slid a hand under the cup and grasped the firm flesh beneath it.

Several minutes passed before they parted, and I learnt that Blondie was called Judith, and the black-haired girl was Sue. Sue was telling Judith that she had not stopped thinking about last night, ever since Judith’s mum had kissed her and said that they had grown tired of keeping their feelings to themselves.

“I was in heaven; because I had thought I would never have the nerve to be able to tell you about how I felt about you. It is hard being at a different Uni, and then your mum was kissing me. I was delirious when I saw that my mum was kissing you.”

As they talked Sue removed Judith’s blouse and bra and they closed together to kiss and fondle each other.

“When we walked in on them having sex, I was scared that there would be a huge row; because we’d found them like that when we were supposed to have been in the cinema.”

“I am glad we did find them like that Sue. Now we know why they had suddenly become so eager to go to the book club. Just think! We no longer need to pretend to be going somewhere when all we want is an empty house.”

“When mum said that they had realised that they had the same sexual feelings for each other and towards us I was so relieved. It was wonderful to hear her say that as we had also been having sex together, we should stop pretending. When she felt my breast, I almost wet myself.”

“Oh Judith, I thought that what we did for each other was good, but what your mum did to me was unbelievable, I had no idea that it was possible to do what she did to me, and It sounded like you were having the same experience. Ooh: I want more of that. I slept with mum last night.”

“I slept with mum, but we just cuddled together.”

“When mum said that after she’d done the morning shift at the chemist shop, she was going to the library, I almost laughed, but she really is going there, to return the books she has been borrowing as a cover for their lovemaking evenings.

She said she would have to return home afterwards as someone had phoned to ask if she had a vacancy; he had just discovered that the place he had booked was no longer available. Then she’d come to collect me.”

Ah, So Sue lived in the town and in the house within which I hoped to be lodging.

Laying on an erection, not daring to move is a very uncomfortable position to be in, but I stuck to it and had the reward of getting a birds-eye view of two girls having their respective labia kissed and licked.

There Didim Escort was no climax, just Ooh’s and sighs and requests for something to be done again; until an alarm sounded, and Judith rolled over to reach into her discarded pack, retrieved her ‘phone and switch the noise off.

“Time to go Sue. I phoned mum earlier and told her you were with me, she said that was great as she had been asked to do a stand-in for a couple of hours in the surgery, she is pleased that you are with me for company, and she knows exactly what we’ll be doing.”

“I had better call mum and tell her not to be too quick to collect me.”

“No need, my mum said she’d call her. We are so lucky that we have no need to pretend anymore. Its brilliant. I wish we were going to Uni together. “It is hard being apart but at least Sheffield and Manchester are close to home so we can see each other occasionally at weekends.”

What to do? I needed to know more. Where were they going now? the questions flowed. I knew it was Judith’s home, but where was that, and just how much sex did the two mums want. What was the husband and father situation in the respective households?

The answer was obviously to take one step at a time and follow them. I did so. I was fortunate in that the path was well used and dry, and because it wound around rock outcrops and through the occasional copse I could be reasonably certain of being unobserved, especially as they were so busy talking that they never once looked back.

It was not a long walk to Judith’s home, which was the cottage I had seen in the distance earlier in the day and discounted it as a possible destination because it was isolated.

I now knew where both girls lived because I had the address of the guest house, so I set off back down the path. I made my way into the small town and asked for directions at a newsagent.

When I arrived at the guest house, it was only some ten minutes later than the time I had given Sue’s mum when I had called to explain about the car and was therefore walking the last leg of my journey.

Sue’s mum opened the door and I identified myself as Martin Bennet. I was invited into the hallway and shown the room being offered. It was spacious and well-furnished and with a duvet on top of the double bed, which pleased me. I hate blankets. It also had en-suite facilities.

Sue’s mum was about average in every sense. Medium height, medium build, I’d say somewhere in the size 16 to 18 range, short black hair, full breasts straining her blouse. She was attractive in an unobtrusive way, softly spoken with a good laugh.

After I had said that I was hoping to find a house to purchase in this area, and so would like to stay for a lengthy period, I became a very welcome guest; A long stay guest is the golden egg as far as guesthouse owners are concerned.

When I said that I expected to remain for at least six months she was overjoyed; especially when I insisted on paying up front and did not require repayment if I left before the term.

Over coffee and cake, I learned that her name was Joan, she had a daughter called Susan who preferred the shortened version ‘Sue’. Joan worked three half days a week in the local chemist shop and had resorted to letting her two extra bedrooms under guest house terms, to supplement the family finances.

Sue studied at Manchester University, so money was tight and the problem with that is there is very little demand outside of the summer season for guest houses, and unless a long stay visitor arrives the laundry costs can be quite high for short stay visits, because the bed linen and towels etc. must be replaced every other day.

She was quite open about the fact that she counted me as a blessing and would be happy to provide Sunday dinners as part of the package.

I said that I needed to get to the garage to recover my two suitcases and she immediately offered to drive me there. Wonderful; I had not been looking forward to lugging the suitcases from the garage, especially as I had no idea how far it was from the house. It turned out to be a two-minute drive and my suitcases were in the office.

Back at the house she gave me a key and said that she would be working tomorrow afternoon in the local chemist shop. As she set off to collect her daughter from a friend’s house, she said that she would only be a few minutes, and then she would tell me which the best café’s, pubs, and restaurants to visit were. Not that there was a huge choice to pick from

Joan set off to collect Sue and returned with both girls because Judith’s mum was still busy. She had been called out to an emergency in the local nursing home and was uncertain how long she would be.

I had decided that I should make the girls aware that I had seen them earlier, because it was such a good way to unsettle them, so after the introductions had been made, I began:

“This is such a coincidence. I saw you earlier today on the path to the heights. You Didim Escort Bayan were so busy chatting that you never saw me, although that is not so surprising because I had stopped walking to make use of the shade in that copse.”

Turning to Joan I said that one of the best additional things about modern phone technology was the remarkable clarity of the inbuilt camera they had.

“I remember that as a lad I used to walk about these moors wishing that I had a camera, but those available were too bulky and heavy with which to go hiking. These days the phones are so light and take far better photo’s, which is marvellous if you unexpectedly come across wildlife or lovely scenic views.”

Sue and Judith were staring at each other, and Judith was blushing. She rose, excused herself, and I heard her run upstairs to the bathroom. Sue went into the kitchen for a glass of water.

To distract Joan, I chatted with her about my reason for house hunting. I told her that my father had passed away and left me a sizable inheritance, a house I disliked, in an area I also disliked, and so I was changing both dislikes to one certain like and one hopeful like; and that I already thought I had fallen on my feet.

The front door opened, and Judith’s mum walked in.

I was introduced, and Joan told her that I would be staying for some time as I was house hunting. I appraised as they chatted. Her name was Margaret, and as I learnt, Maggy for short. she was a doctor 5ft 5inches tall, slightly overweight, blonde, good looking. high proud breasts, Lively and talkative. I wanted her.

Margaret finally got around to the reason for her visit, who was still upstairs. She went to tell her that she should hurry up. Sue came in, asked if she could go with Judith, and when they appeared, Margaret agreed, and the two girls quickly left the house.

When we were alone, Joan asked me if I knew why the girls had become so upset when I mentioned cameras. Oops!!, There was no way of avoiding this.

“Yes. I rather think that I do. They were rather Err mm; involved with each other and were also discussing recent events.”

“What do mean, involved?

“They were having sex. I was stuck on top of a rock and because I had no wish to frighten them, I kept quiet.”

“Oh dear; oh, the poor girls must be mortified. You said that they were discussing recent events. How recent?”

“Yesterday evening. Joan, please understand that I am, above all else, honest and truthful. I heard what I heard, and I cannot pretend otherwise. I learnt that you and Margaret are lovers, I also learnt that you took your daughters into the fold, and although it is not my place to comment, all I can say is, ‘good for you’.”

“I do hope that this will not affect my staying here, You and Margaret appear to be sensible and concerned about your daughters and trying hard to provide a comfortable and loving home. That is all that matters really.” I think you need the money and I need the room.”

“I have no problem having you stay here, even though you are aware of much of my personal life, but I also have to consider my daughter and of course Margaret and Judith.”

“Of course, call Margaret and ask if she could leave the girls there and come here. That way you can tell her what has happened, and I can say my piece. If she agrees about my remaining, then you can talk to your daughters and clear the air. They have to be able to cope with their own mistakes.”

Joan called Margaret. When she arrived, she said that both the girls seemed subdued and not at all their normal lively selves. Joan told her why that was.

Margaret looked at me and asked me what I thought about the situation.

“I have no thoughts about it. It happened, I’m willing to bet that it happens somewhere in the world every day. You are both doing the best you can for yourselves and your daughters,

You found someone you love; it is hardly surprising that they did likewise. I admit that the sex adds an extra layer to the cake, but to be truthful, I think that it is the icing layer.”

“Your problem now is to get your daughters to accept the situation. They stopped to indulge themselves before arriving at your house, which has caused this situation, if they had been more thoughtful, they would be having all the sex that they could handle with no worries.

If they had kept quiet about what they and their mothers had been doing, the same would apply. So, unfortunately, they were the catalyst. The only real problem for them, is having that next meeting with me.”

“OK, that is well put, now tell me what you think about your situation.”

“That is something I do not want to discuss, I’m a stranger trying to stay cool and calm.”

“Are you succeeding?”

“I repeat, I do not wish to discuss that.”

Margaret said that she had no problem about me being aware of their situation, as she pointed out, they could not banish me from the town, and I did seem to be clear Escort Didim headed about it all, which was good to know.

“Is that the professional medical conclusion?”

“My conclusion is that you are struggling with the situation as much as we are but managing to hide it. Joan, come up in your car and after our chat with the girls you can bring Sue home.”

“Goodnight Martin, it has been a pleasure to meet you.”

“Goodnight Margaret and thank you, I shall go and find The Steak House restaurant.”

“Call me Maggy, please.”

On my return to the house, Joan and Sue were sitting on the sofa, Sue with red and tearful eyes, Joan beside her looking worried. She stood and moved towards me.

“Martin, did you take photographs on your phone?”

“No; If you remember, I did indicate that it would have been so easy for me to have done so, here is my ‘phone. Please Joan, check it.”

“No, that will not be necessary, I believe you.”

“Maybe, but I think Sue will be happier if you check, in fact let Sue check it.”

I passed the ‘phone to Sue who looked at her mum for permission and then checked every part of the storage medium. Of course, I knew that there was nothing to find, there was only one picture on the phone, that of my late wife.

Sue handed the phone back to me and whispered that she was sorry, but she had needed to be sure.

“I know, I understand.”

I held my hand out and she shook it.

“That was a beautiful woman, is she your girlfriend, or wife?”

“She was my wife. She died just over a year ago, which is part of the reason I want to sell the house.”

Joan came, took me into her arms and hugged me.

“Oh Martin; Oh, I am so sorry for you. You must still miss her terribly.”

“Yes of course I do, but I have to carry on and so I came up here hoping to settle and possibly find another woman to share my life, and look, I have found four already.”

The next day Maggy and Judith were given the news about the state of my phone and marital status. A week later, after Maggy had spoken to a friend working in the local office of an estate agency, she had several properties for me to look at.

One morning Maggy insisted on accompanying me to three of them. It was after the third one that I bedded her.

In the master bedroom of the third house, it had been so clearly obvious what she wanted when she looked at the bed and raised an eyebrow; that I was lost. I said, “Yes please” and we left, at speed. She drove us straight to her home. We were in her bedroom inside five minutes, and I was putty in her hands.

She was as desperate as me. Her vagina was soaking before I had touched it, and I did a great deal of that. I fucked her hard and fast and then she demanded that I do it again straight away. I got my hands around her rump during the second bout in order to pull her hard against me when I thrust forward, and my fingers pressed against her sphincter. She did not react verbally, but her body did physically.

Her back door opened and allowed the tips of the two errant digits to enter a little way in and then she climaxed. A short rest, and then she asked me if I had ever had anal sex, when I said that I had she put two pillows on the bed, took a bottle of a lubricant out of her bedside cabinet and gave it to me. She kissed me then lay on her stomach over the pillows so that her rear was invitingly high. I oiled a finger and began to stroke her sphincter. As soon as it began to open I pressed and my finger slid in.

I pushed it in as far as her inner sphincter and applied a little pressure against it which had the desired effect and her body was waiting for its reward. Removing my finger I poured a few drops of oil into her tunnel and put the bottle safely away and then literally slid my erection into her rectum.

Maggy gasped and wriggled a little to get comfortable and then came the exhortation.

“Come on then Martin, fuck my bottom. Show me what you can do. I am sorry but you will finish before I have even warmed up. I have had three men in there and each one has cum before I was anywhere close to real arousal but enjoy yourself while you have that erection. It won’t last long. She was wrong and I had a fabulous fuck with a soft round, extremely active backside belonging to a soft slightly rounded woman who climaxed with a bloody loud wail, then lay panting in a soft heap as I continued to fuck her bottom until my own release came. She didn’t know much about because she was asleep at the time.

I woke her, and after we had tidied up both ourselves and the bed we left. We and went to a café for a late lunch. Maggy told me that Joan was awaiting a news flash because they had admitted to each other that they wanted to bed me and as they really were very good friends as well as lovers; hints and tips, were to be forthcoming,

Joan had promised Maggy that she would not take advantage of my living in her house. She said it would be better if Maggy was first to try, because otherwise it was no contest.

“What happened to your deep abiding love for each other, the love of sapphic sex?”

“We still have our deep abiding love for each other, and for sapphic sex, what we are now doing is corralling a live penis we can trust.”

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