by James Crow
Instead of hitting the gym in the afternoon, Suki insisted on taking the bikes out. I had to remind her she was already sunburnt, but she waved that aside, produced a bottle of the factor 50 and suggested we go naked.
‘Please, Miss Emma,’ she’d said, ‘we go out on the moor. Just for little bit.’
Call me crazy. Okay, call me crazier than crazy. I said yes. I mean, Jonathon and I’d been out on the horses in nothing but our riding boots a few times, so why the hell not?
And now, here we are, almost two miles from home, stuck in the middle of nowhere with sore arses and a flat tyre.
‘Puncture kit? No, Miss Emma.’ Suki shook her head.
So much for good planning. I really should have thought of that. We hadn’t even brought a bottle of water, and both of our phones were on the table in the tack room, along with our clothes. Suki suggested that she could ride back to the house and bring back a puncture kit.
‘To the best of my knowledge, we don’t have such a thing. You didn’t think to buy one when you bought the bikes?’
She shook her head again.
‘We used all the sun cream,’ Miss Emma, ‘we walk home. We be cool.’
‘I doubt we’d be cool,’ I told her as we sheltered under the shade of the only tree for miles around. And there was no way I’d allow Suki to ride back alone. With her pale skin she could so easily get serious sunstroke.
‘I’ll go,’ I said, trying to work it out – maybe fifteen minutes to get back, knowing I couldn’t go that fast over the rough terrain, five minutes to grab our clothes – five minutes to get to the garage for the little van, fifteen minutes to get back here. That’s… ‘I could be back in around forty minutes. All you have to do is wait here in the shade.’
‘Shit,’ Suki said.
I followed her gaze. ‘Shit,’ I said, ‘we need to move.’
We grabbed up the bikes and threw them and ourselves down the incline behind the tree, straight into the long grass, and there we laid for what seemed forever.
‘We could ask for help, Miss Emma.’
A family ramble is what it looked like. Four adults and six kids, all sensibly dressed in sunhats, of course. ‘We’d get fucking arrested,’ I told her. ‘Keep still and keep quiet.’
‘We’ll catch you up,’ a male voice said, and I knew what was coming next. I peeped up over the long grass. Three men were standing by the tree, all of them unzipping.
‘Ouch!’ Suki said, way too loud. She was swiping at her arm. That’s when I saw the ants, and when I got bitten myself.
‘Who’s there?’ asked the same male voice accompanied by the sound of them all pissing.
I clamped a hand over Suki’s mouth and gritted my teeth as I was bitten on the arse.
‘Someone there?’
I held my hand tight as Suki grimaced. Gritted my teeth tight as my stomach stung. Prayed to the gods they would just hurry up and fuck off.
The sound of zippers being pulled up. Muttering… fading away. I chanced a glance over the long grass. They were gone.
And so were we.
It was Suki’s idea to go two’s-up. She balanced her little arse on the saddle, legs akimbo, while I stood on the pedals and headed for home. It was bumpy, sweaty, and a hell of an ache on my calves, but we made it back – straight to the spa and the plunge pool.
‘Shame about the ants,’ Suki said, once we were in the jacuzzi, ‘it was real horny lying in the long grass. We could have fucked, Miss Emma. It been long time.’
I reminded her we’d fucked only a week ago – a sixty-niner.
‘Week is long, long time,’ she said, lifting her feet from the water and resting them on my knees.
‘You know something, don’t you?’ I said, ‘All this fascination with riding bikes, and you being hornier than ever. Tell me, Suki.’
She shook her head no, grinned at me as her hand went between her legs.
‘I’ll do that for you, if you tell me.’
She giggled. ‘I promise Mr Gold. Suki secret.’
‘Speaking of my elusive, husband,’ I said, ‘where the hell is he? He said he was checking out a place to eat yet he’s been gone all day.’
I lifted a foot under the water, touched my toes to her thigh. ‘Tell me, Suki.’
Her eyes went wide, ‘Holy shit!’ she said, looking at something over my shoulder.
I jumped to my feet when I saw. Could barely believe my eyes. There he was, in shorts and tee shirt, a blur of shiny black metal as he whizzed past the spa windows.
‘He bought a fucking bike,’ I said.
We scrambled from the tub, grabbed up our robes and headed outside to see Jonathon turning on a skid in the stable yard. He saw us, waved, and came pedalling over.
‘I’ve seen it all now,’ I said, ‘I think it’s about time you came clean.’
‘About what?’ he asked.
‘About where you’ve been.’
‘I told you, I was checking out some…’
‘Someplace nice to eat, yeah. You’ve been away all day.’
‘It was… some distance away.’
‘And you’ve caught the sun,’ I said.
‘Ah, yes, we ate outside.’
‘We?’
Now he looked embarrassed.
‘Our host. The meal was delicious. Shall we go for a ride?’
I told him I wouldn’t care if I never got on a bike again, opened my robe and flashed the two-dozen ant bites. ‘Suki,’ I said, nudging her elbow.
She opened her robe. Jonathon looked from me to her and back again. ‘I see you both caught the sun, too.’
‘And the fucking ants.’
When I explained what had happened, he laughed. He fucking laughed.
‘Right, Mr Bike Rider.’ I flung my robe shut. ‘I demand to know where you’ve been and what you’ve been up to!’
‘You demand?’ He kicked down the stand on his bike and got off the thing.
‘You know I don’t like secrets,’ I said.
‘You could always fuck it out of me,’ he said, and that’s when I noticed the bulge in his shorts.
I heard Suki’s long sigh. ‘I’ll fuck it out of him, Miss Emma.’
I threw off my robe, whipped Suki’s robe away from her, pulled her to me and kissed her hard.
Jonathon’s groan soon had Suki’s hand between my legs. Now it was my turn to feel horny. I opened for her, and her for me, and we finger-fucked each other, still kissing, right there outside the spa.
‘Fuck,’ Jonathon said, grabbing me by the hair and Suki by hers. He pushed us to our knees and Suki had his shorts down in an instant.
‘Tell me,’ I said as we both licked the end of his stiff cock.
When I got no response, I kissed Suki instead, pulled on her nipples and she pulled on mine, our tongues swirling together.
‘Bend for him,’ I said when we stopped for air.
Suki did as I asked, got to her feet and bent over, hands on her knees. I moved to her front, pushed my pussy into her face and moaned as she sucked on me. ‘Fuck her,’ I said.
Jonathon grabbed her pale arse and slid right in, fucked her as she ate me.
‘Tell me,’ I said as he pumped away at her, his grip tight on her arse.
But Suki was soon coming, trembling, shaking all over, falling into me, slipping to the ground as she shrieked like a dying cat.
‘Bend,’ he said, his cock dripping with Suki’s juices.
‘Tell me,’ I said.
‘Not until I’ve emptied my balls,’ he said.
Call me weak, call me desperate, I was seriously wound up. With Suki still moaning on the ground, I turned my back to him and assumed the position, and I moaned like a needy slut when his thickness stretched me and he went all the way deep, wrapped his arm around my neck and held me there.
‘Nip your clit,’ he said, ‘and nip it fucking hard.’
‘Sir, yes, sir,’ I said, and did as I was told, pinched my clit and he held me there as he fucked me.<
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I was coming in no time. Coming all over his beautiful cock, my legs trembling, my tummy tightening, and then he was coming too, thrusting hard, slapping flesh against flesh until with one final thrust he let go of me and I landed in a heap next to Suki.
‘Holiday,’ he said, grinning down at us. ‘We’re going on fucking holiday.’
Jonathon
The day of departure had arrived. I hadn’t given much away to Emma, other than she didn’t need her passport.
‘So we’re not going abroad?’
‘Obviously not.’
…and, I told her that Suki would be coming along. ‘She deserves a break, plus we need someone to do the filming.’
‘Filming?’
‘Yeah, I thought we could make our own personal holiday film.’
She’d jumped around my neck and kissed me.
‘That’s a great idea,’ she’d said, ‘But at least give me a clue. Scotland? Wales?’
‘We’re headed south.’
‘A hotel? A caravan? What?’
‘A fortress,’ I’d said, ‘a kinky, no holds barred, filthy paradise.’
‘A nudist camp?’
I’d laughed at that. ‘No, it will be exclusive to us.’
‘A fortress like a castle?’
‘Not far off.’
‘And how will we get there?’
‘We’ll be picked up by chopper – and, apparently, a topless pilot.’
Her turn to laugh. ‘Seriously?’
‘Seriously.’
‘What’s this place called?’
‘Boreass Barn.’
‘It’s a barn?’
‘No, like I said, it’s more a fortress.’
‘Boreass you say? What kind of name is–’
‘I know,’ I’d said, ‘our host has a wicked sense of humour.’
‘Who’s our host?’
‘Her name’s Caran – that’s with a C not a K.’
‘Right. And how did you find out about this barn that’s a fortress?’
‘A friend put me onto it.’
‘Which friend?’
‘You’re full of questions.’
‘I’m excited.’
‘Good.’
‘So, who put you onto it?’
‘Your dear aunt.’
‘Aunt Fee?’
‘Yes.’
‘The sly old fox.’
‘She went to school with Caran. Apparently she’s visited this filthy fortress herself.’
‘Why am I not surprised.’
‘I wasn’t surprised either. Not when I saw what the place has to offer. She’s a dirty old bird that one.’
‘What can I expect? Give me something.’
‘Nope, you can wait for the tour.’
‘Just a clue? Please?’
I’d given her a wry smile. ‘They have bicycles.’
(I still have the bruise on my arm)
And now, here we are, waiting on the front steps with our cases by our sides.
Emma was wearing a new pale blue strappy dress. She’d dyed her hair red and had it in a ponytail. Suki was wearing pink shorts and a pink Miss Kitty tee. And I got into the holiday mood – cargo shorts and a tight black tee.
‘It’s almost ten,’ Emma said, looking at her watch.
‘I can hear it,’ Suki said, ‘listen.’
Fiona appeared then, just as the red chopper came into view, swinging down low over the front gates.
‘Wow,’ Emma said, ‘I’ve never been in a chopper before.’
She hugged her aunt. Her aunt hugged me. Suki hugged everyone before pointing her camera at the chopper.
‘You have a wonderful time,’ Fiona said, ‘and don’t worry about this place. I’ll look after it well.’
‘I never thought to ask,’ Emma said as the chopper came down to land. ‘The pilot, male or female?’
‘Does it matter?’
‘You said the pilot would be topless.’
‘Female,’ I said as the chopper settled onto the lawn.
‘I should have known,’ Emma said.
‘God, she is topless,’ she added as the rotor blades slowed to a stop and Mich stepped out.
Mich was topless and her Daisy Duke shorts looked like they would fit a Barbie doll.
‘I’m Michelle,’ she said, offering her hand to Emma, ‘and you must be the birthday girl.’
‘It’s not my birthday till tomorrow,’ Emma said.
I sensed a bit of jealousy from her but guessed that was only natural, especially with Suki pointing the camera at Mich’s tits.
‘Good to see you again, Jonathon.’
I shook the woman’s hand.
‘Shall we?’
With the cases loaded, Suki sitting in the front and me and Emma in the rear, Mich pointed out the headsets for us to put on and we were soon belted in and up and away.
‘Wow, look at the house,’ Emma said, ‘it looks amazing.’
And it did look weirdly amazing, seeing the mansion and grounds getting smaller and smaller. I also looked for the building trucks that Fiona promised would be parked just up the road – another surprise for Emma’s return. And there they were – three trucks and two vans parked up on the grass verge – it was all going to plan.
‘Ladies… and gentleman,’ came the voice in my ear, ‘we have perfect weather for flying. And we have just reached an altitude of 5280 feet – which, by the way, is a mile – so, if you want to join the club, feel free. We should reach our destination in around forty-five minutes.’
‘God yes,’ Emma said.
We were out of our seatbelts in a blink, Emma straddling my lap, our lips locked and her hands freeing up my cock.
Suki was pointing the camera in our direction and I noticed Mich sneaking a glance over her shoulder, so I lifted Emma’s dress and pulled her panties aside allowing her to impale herself.
Mich winked at me as my cock slid home.
‘Fuck,’ Emma said, working her hips, ‘maybe you better not come, we’ll make a mess.’
‘You can’t claim to have joined the club unless you come,’ came the voice in my ear, ‘you’ll find wipes and sick bags behind my seat. Oh, and you might want to take your headsets off.’
Our headsets were off and thrown to the seat beside us, and my darling wife bounced on my cock like she was riding a fucking stallion.
I pulled her tits free over the top of her dress and sucked one into my mouth, meeting her bounce with an up-thrust and a bite of the nipple, each time harder until her hands were gripping my hair and the heat around my cock told me she would be coming soon.
I bit her tit one last time before planting my mouth on her neck and sucking there. That was enough to finish her off. She stiffened, clenched, and I pumped my dick fast. As she came, so did I. It really was beautiful, and I told her so.
‘That’s a wrap!’ Suki shouted.
Emma
It’s a damn shame this thing hasn’t got autopilot, Mich, our tit-flashing pilot had said as I’d cleaned my husband’s cock. Cheeky bitch.
I decided she was one to watch for all the wrong reasons. I mean, who flies around in a helicopter in nothing but a skimpy pair of shorts? I hoped we wouldn’t be seeing too much of her once we’d reached our fortress.
I soon forgot about her once we’d landed and our host, Caran, greeted us. She looked well-worn – or well-fucked – with wrinkles in all the right places, yet she had no qualms in strutting about in a white bikini, her golden curls and infectious smile reminding me so much of Aunt Fee.
And besides, I hardly had time to feel anything like jealousy over our flirty pilot. As Caran gave us a tour of the place, I counted eight naked girls going about their business; all shapes and sizes but all of them beautiful. I was beginning to think this would be more of a treat for Jonathon than me, but I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed chatting with Caran as we ate seafood platters by the pool.
There was one guy, Chris, he looked to be half Caran’s age but they
were clearly in love. And I think he was stoned, a permanent smile and a carefree manner.
‘We’ll leave you to get on and enjoy your stay,’ Caran said, ‘Remember, just bang on the gong for service. One bang and one girl will appear. Two bangs, two girls, and so on. Rattle that gong like thunder and all my girls will come running. Or, should you need me, just dial 69 on any of the house phones and you’ll get straight through to me.’ She patted my hand. ‘Lovely to meet you, dear, and happy birthday for tomorrow.’
‘What shall we do first?’ Jonathon asked as Caran and her toyboy disappeared through the gates.
Suki suggested a swim in the pool. After finishing off the seafood and two bottles of champagne, I was more than up for that. I mean, where to start in this place? It really was a compact funhouse for perverts, as Jonathon called it. So, the three of us stripped off and jumped in, and lazed about on inflatables.
I couldn’t resist him, not with the sun beating down inside our own private hideaway as he laid back on the inflatable, his toned body, his thick cock, his dragon flame tatts lighting up his V. I rolled off my inflatable with a splash and Suki filmed as I took him in my mouth. It seemed the sun and champagne was having an effect on him, too, because he was stiff as steel in no time, that dark glint in his eyes as I swallowed him down.
‘We should have a game of dare,’ he said as I squeezed his balls and flicked my tongue at his hole.
‘Then dare me,’ I said.
‘I’m feeling horny as all fuck,’ he said.
‘Do your worst – or your best,’ I said, ‘I’m up for anything.’
He glanced around the courtyard, smiling his dirty smile when his gaze stopped on the champagne bottles upturned in their ice buckets. After ordering us out of the pool, he sent Suki to find some ropes and disappeared into the bar, returning with another bottle of champagne. My asshole twitched, remembering the time he’d strapped me into the chair of iniquity and gave me a champagne enema; getting drunk via the arsehole then squirting the lot all over him was an experience I’ll never forget.
‘I dare you,’ he said, lying me down on one of the poolside chairs and tying my ankles to my wrists, ‘to be my own personal ice dispenser.’
He dipped a hand into one of the ice buckets and swished it around, pulling out a few dripping and partially melted ice cubes.
