But nothing, he did nothing. I felt I could sense he wanted to go further but was unsure if he dare. His fingers felt so close to my pubic’s, I looked down my body to see. My view was blocked by the back of his head! His fingers moved, I gasped involuntarily and my legs parted spontaneously. Then instinct took over and his hand slid to my inside thigh. It felt so calloused and rough like warm sandpaper as it slid up and down my inner thigh. His fingers searched in the sensitive hollows of my groin driving me crazy, he fondled the softness of my thigh and stroked the silky-ness of my pubic hair. His touches were slow and sensitive, an exploration of a woman body – whilst he knew I was enjoying it, I think he thought that I was allowing him to do it rather than yearning for his touch. He wasn’t seducing me, he was simply enjoying me!
Then his hand covered my crotch, warm, heavy, firm yet gentle. He squeezed me there once, twice, and my whole body responded. I had been holding back but my juices flowed as I let out and long whimpering gasp of satisfaction and desire. My buttocks tensed, raising my crotch to his touch and I rhythmically moved up and down.
He started to stoke me firmly between my legs! I had no dignity left, my legs spread wide – mouth open, head back, gasping for air. Back and fore his hand went, up and down – firm stroking that made my whole being shudder with desire. I felt incredibly exposed and available – the fresh air on my body and his hands wandering at will.
I heard an awesome groan from George. Suddenly he was kneeling up grabbing his crutch. The look on his face was fearsome and strained. He was grappling with his trousers – he was about to climax! The look on his face was close to fear, such was the power of his emotions, I half sat up and took his face in my hands.
I made him look me in the face, “It’s OK George – it’s ok,” I reassured.
It felt like he had stopped breathing, his face getting more red by the second, he looked to be in agony! He was shaking uncontrollably with emotion.
“It’s OK George, I have got you.” I held his face close to look into his eyes. He wanked rapidly for a few seconds.
Then as I looked into his eyes, his mouth opened and with a mighty groan he climaxed! He covered me with his cum. Three or four times his cum hit me and each time he let out a moan that stirred every basic instinct in me. Hot, sticky and dribbling from my chest down over my breasts and gathering in a pool of creamy semen on my tummy. He clung to me like a child trembling and weak.
Looking so closely into his face as he had climaxed, was incredibly intimate. It felt like his eyes were appealing to me for help and love.
“You ok now George,” I gently questioned. But he averted his eyes, no longer able to bear my gaze. I cuddled his face into my breasts for a few minutes until his trembling subside before lying back down.
As I lay back George saw his semen on my body and he reached out and with his fingers began to smear it all over me. Inch by inch he painted his semen over my body with as much care and precision as an artist. I propped myself up to watch him smear my breasts and nipples, my cleavage and my tummy, then on down to my thighs and groin. His semen was thoroughly mingled with my pubic hair and as I watched him, it felt like an animal anointing its mate to claim it for himself.
As the heat of the sun dried his semen over my body it began to feel uncomfortable and dirty. I noticed the wet patches on Georges trousers were drying, oh goodness he looked disgusting. The magic faded and I suddenly wanted rid of him and wanted rid of his filthy cum that covered me.
Not once had he spoken to me, not once had he smiled, not once had he shown any appreciation! I got into the cleansing water with the shower gel and washed myself clean and free of him in the cool water. He sat on his rock watching me, or rather my body, with his head tilted to one side like a dog watching his master. He was starting to irritate me again. I saw him for what he was – a filthy, lecherous old man!
When I got out of the pool I didn’t stop to dress, I simply wrapped the towel around my body, grabbed my clothes and stalked back to the caravan. For several hours I think he watched the caravan from a distance and although his presence vaguely annoyed me, I guess I wrote him off as a “poor old bugger.”
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I could not understand my swing of emotions towards George – I had never been (nor since) hateful, nasty or violent but sometimes he just made me feel like that for no reason. One minute angry and the next almost loving! He was one of the most repulsive, unsavoury men I have met. Small and dirty, disgusting and uncouth but this morning I wanted him again! I can only explain it as an animal ‘thing’ – a basic female instinct to look after the weak and to respond to a mans ardent lust, but at the same time conflicting with the natural repulsion to filth and vulgarity.
The weather was holding beautifully as I wandered to the waterfall and George was sitting on his rock waiting for me. Bloody hell, I thought, the little sod expects me to turn up like his damn plaything! My irritation made me want him more!
He saw me as I got closer and stood up – there was something about him that made him look different. Oh my word! He had cleaned himself up! Although they were still ragged and old, he was wearing clean trousers and shirt! He had clearly washed and even his long grey hair looked clean and he had tied it back, but it made him look even more like a rat! I was quite touched by the way he had made such an effort on my behalf. My brain struggled to put together his surly silence and sly, lascivious looks with a man that seemed to love me and was prepared to make such an effort for me.
As I approached him he seemed to cower away as if I were going to hit him, watching me from the corners of his eyes. “Hello George, I said cheerily, “You look very smart today!” He darted back to his rock like a scalded cat and from behind the boulder he produced a posy of wild flowers. My heart leapt, I nearly burst into tears, it was so unexpected! He walked towards me with them, looking rather awkward. My eyes filled with tears, this man was so confusing to my emotions. He was unable to come right up to me so he laid them on the ground a few feet away. I stooped to pick them up and the scent of honeysuckle filled my senses.
“Oh George, that is beautiful,” I whispered, with a lump in my throat. I held out my arms to cuddle him. He lowered his gaze as I stepped forward and took him into my arms. I pressed his head into the hollow of my neck and held him there, wrapped up in my arms. At least he smelt fresher than I would have thought possible yesterday – I could even smell toothpaste!
He clung to me like a child and I was pleased to feel him properly wriggling into my body and genuinely holding me close. I turned my head and lifted his face to look at me with my finger under his chin. “Thank you so much for the flowers George, that was such a lovely thought, and the flowers are beautiful.” I gently placed a kiss on his lips. He looked at me with such longing – the air between us was electric for a moment. Time seemed to stand still, he seemed to be holding his breath.
What the heck, I kissed him properly.
He was unsure how to kiss at first with puckered lips that my tongue had to part. I seduced him slowly and lusciously and could feel him going weak with sensation, love and longing. My fingers at the back of his neck I encouraging, seducing. Suddenly his passion seemed to rise – I felt his hand go firmly up my back to hold the back of my head. He suddenly held me tight, he felt hungry for me – greedy! His tongue searched as deep as he could into my mouth, slippery, uncontrollable, seductive and full of desire. I sucked at his tongue, I felt it tense and slacken between my lips. Sucking and exchanging saliva, uninhibited and greedy. I felt heady, weak, I was loosing control. It was so sexy – somehow the fact that he was a disgusting, dirty old man exaggerated the excitement. My legs and body felt like jelly and I clung to him for dear life as he filled my mouth with his desperately seeking tongue and dribbling saliva. I couldn’t take much more, I was ph
ysically collapsing!
I dragged him to my shoulder again and held him tight. Caressing the back of his neck and whispering soft words. “How was that for a first kiss?” I softly teased. As a reply he squeezed me tightly and nuzzled his face into my neck. I made him keep still for a few more minutes as I regained my composure, but my hormones were raging now.
“Would you like to help me wash today?” I purred in his ear. He half nodded his approval and then looked down at his feet. I walked to the nearby flat rock and sitting on it held out my hand to him. He took my hand in his and again I felt how rough and leathery it was. Pulling him closer I said, “Would you like to undress me then?” Again he nodded.
He started to undo my top button, hands trembling right from the start. His hands, though not large, were clumsy and awkward as he worked his way down my blouse. I wasn’t wearing a bra and after the third button he knew it! The last button opened and the long split of pale flesh begged my blouse to be swept aside to reveal my breasts.
However, he took me completely by surprise – with a lustful growl he shoved his hand inside my blouse and grabbed my breast hard! He fumbled and fondled me with greedy abandonment. His hands were hard and grabbing, his face full of yearning and dirty lust. He hurt me but I didn’t mind, he pulled at my nipple and made me whimper. I tried to control him because he was on the edge of really hurting me but he again pulled at my nipple and my legs went weak with the sensation.
Then with an animal roar he ripped off my blouse and buried his face into my breast. He sucked so hard it was agony, his teeth rasped on my nipple and I tried to push him away. Pushing him away hurt even more as it pulled hard on my nipple. He was uncontrollable, savage, in his lust and I wanted to stop him but had lost control. He took what he wanted time and time again – he was like a ferret eating its prey, his grabbing and biting was fast and random. I screamed and he seemed to calm – I pushed him back and slapped his face with such violence it made my hand sting and a huge red weal appeared on his face. He feel to his knees with his arms around my legs and burst into tears. Deep powerful sobs that shook and twisted his body – it was like grief, I have never seen such emotion. He clung to my legs and feet obviously begging forgiveness.
I loosened his grip on my legs sufficient to be able to kneel down beside him, words were not going to help. He was distraught. I put my arm around his shoulder and my face close to his, I stroked his tears away and then talking his hand I placed it softly on my breast. This act of forgiving love broke him again and I cuddled him close like a mother and child. My breasts were painful and red and my nipples burning hot but this time he was gentle and he even used his wet tears on my nipples.
I wanted to bathe my breasts with cool water to subdue the pain so I stood up and removing the rest of my clothes slid into the pool. The water was wonderful, not only did it ease the pain it cleared my head and settled my emotions. I splashed my breasts with handfuls of cool water and dipped my head under.
Sitting on his rock, George look dejected. As he longingly watched me his face was a picture of misery. He knew that he had lost control and had messed things up. He knew that he had hurt me in a way I didn’t enjoy. Although he had gone to far it still excited me, the passion and abandoned greed with which he had attacked my breasts. I picked up my shower gel and began to create a lather in my hair. The white foam ran over my naked body.
“Would you like to wash me George?” I asked kindly. He half lifted his head and nodded. “Come on then and be gentle.”
He kicked off his shoes as I moved into the more shallow water.
I made him hold out each hand as I rolled up his shirt sleeves like a child.
Then I made more foam and placed a great mass on my chest. It began to dribble down my cleavage. George gathered it up and began to wash my body – gently, smoothly, lovingly, seductively he covered every curve and every hollow. He seemed extra caring after the event of a few minutes earlier. He was incredibly gentle on my breasts and nipples and as he was tenderly smoothing them he gently kissed me on my cheek. I smiled appreciatively and lifted my arms high to give him total access. Goodness is was a delicious feeling, I felt quite weak. He smoothed my nipples for ages as if trying to sooth away the pain he has caused but they were extra sensitive and I gasped. Instantly he stopped, fearing he had hurt me. “Don’t stop, don’t stop George, oh, please don’t stop, it’s lovely,” I breathed. With my hands on my head and eyes closed George tenderly stroked my nipples until my juices were flowing with desire and I was trembling inside!
I bent to gather more water and make more foam, “Don’t forget my legs,” I encouraged. I placed another mass of foam on my pubic area.
Now I really did go weak!
As his hand took the foam inside my thigh I supported myself with an arm on his back. He massage my inner thighs until I was physically shaking. He covered my bum with froth and massaged and smoothed it gently. He was kneeling in the shallow water by now with sodden trousers. He really enjoyed feeling and groping my bum with strong hands and once he craftily rubbed his face into it with eyes closed.
Then he went between my legs and I nearly collapsed onto him. With the flat of his hand he massaged the whole of my pubic area as I stood with legs apart. He must have been able to detect my trembling and was well aware that I was enjoying his attention. My juices were flowing and his fingers found how to enter me. I was beside myself!
This was new ground for him and he explored me with care, not wanting to upset or hurt me. I stood as still as I could, trying to watch him and breathing heavily. Every so often I would make weird noises and gasps as his fingers found sensitive areas. Then slowly two of his fingers entered me deeply. I clung to his head and shoulders as he knelt in front of me, feeling around inside me. He looked up at my face and I tried to smile reassurance to him. He felt deep, slow and firm in all directions, he bent his fingers forward and moved my tummy from the inside. I whimpered my pleasure out loud, couldn’t help it!
Then suddenly I became very lustful again. The sight of his wizened old face, grey hair tied back and shoddy clothes – compared to my smooth clean skin. My body gyrated to his touch and his fingers began to work inside me.
I was close to exploding I desperately needed to orgasm!
I pushed his face into my crotch! With his fingers inside me he kissed my publics – not good enough! Now desperate I used my fingers to open myself up and watched his tongue reach out to lick my clit. I let out a breathy scream, whimpering’ “Yes George, YES.” His fingers twisted inside me and his tongue was so seductive. I clung to him like crazy, face screwed up with the sensation, waiting for the orgasm to take me.
But it didn’t!
Faster his fingers went, more strongly he licked and sucked at me – my legs went from under me. I clung to a rock. “Oh god George I am so close!” he didn’t know what to do except take me faster and harder. The sensation built, “Yes George, yes.” I gasped for air, grabbing at his head. My legs spread wide I looked down my naked body and saw his weasel face buried into my crotch and filthy lust in his eyes.
He had got me!
I had given myself to this dirty pervert!
He was taking my body just like he wanted!
The sensation built – my head went back – mouth opened and I screamed.
The orgasm utterly overwhelmed me.
I shook and trembled as repeatedly the powerful orgasms swept through me from head to toe. His fingers deep inside stimulating me more and more! As he realised what he was doing to me he tried to make me orgasm more by even more intense seduction – I could do nothing.
Again I whimpered, my whole body tense. His tongue was licking my juices I was to weak to respond anymore.
He held me in his arms as slowly he stopped moving his fingers and removed them.
I was still sweating and trembling as he cuddled me to him, nursing my head in his arms and loving stroking my face.
Like a rag doll he lay me on the flat rock, I was utterly spent and the sensations still rippled through me. He knelt between my legs and I could sense he was undoing his trousers. I felt the weight of his body on me and I wrapped my arms around him.
As I felt his penis penetrating me – I wanted him!
He filled me – he utterly overwhelmed me – I couldn’t stop him – I didn’t want to.
I just lay there as he started to fuck me.
“Wait George, wait – just wait a moment. Let me get my energy back a moment. I promise I won’t stop you – you will have me! But just lie still a while.”
What was I doing? I had just promised this little pervert that he could have me. That he could master me and fuck me. I saw his rough, gnarled hands groping me and felt his old cock swollen and hard, move inside me. I was his prize, he had won me and he was going to take me, use me and fuck me! I found the thought thoroughly erotic and animal like!
I felt him relax on me and I held my hands on his bum so he didn’t go away. Propped on his elbows, his penis throbbing filling me he looked into my face. His fingers gently touched my cheek and occasionally he unconsciously pushed into me – a wonderful feeling!
He bent forward and kissed my cheek with great affection and I guided his lips to mine and he kissed me so lovingly. Slowly his body began to move and my gyrations joined his slow thrusts. We kissed as he started to take me and his eyes were watery with emotion.
I couldn’t hold him back any longer.
Faster he started to pump into me. I stretched my arms above my head and said,
‘Take me.”
I was lost in his power. His cock felt massive!
I just lay there pushing up into his powerful thrusts.
Wrapping him in my arms and legs.
His face was red and distorted with effort, passion and lust. He needed to cum and I was the first woman he had fucked and I wanted it to be special.
“George let your emotions go and love me,” I breathlessly encouraged.
He grabbed one of my wobbling breasts.
His thrusts shook me back and fore, it stimulated the sensations again that were so close to orgasm.
He stared into my face as he screwed into me, his eyes only inches away. I saw the emotion, I saw the pain, I saw the years of rejection. I wasn’t going to reject him!
“Take me George – I want you! Take me, use me, enjoy me, fuck me! Oh god George, enjoy me – I want you, I want you to enjoy me – I want you to fuck me!” I want you to overwhelm me!
He suddenly clung to me, every part of his body straining. Then he began to shake and spasm.
He fucked me with desperation, almost violent!
His rough hands grabbing or griping my bum or breasts. Powering into me his cock shaking my insides so powerfully and deep I could barely respond.
I tried to hold his face in my hands but the power of his thrusts shook me and I simply ended up clinging to him for dear life as he took me.
I was so spent that I couldn’t contribute and so I just gave myself utterly to him in my mind as well as body.
With a guttural groan his head went back and he began to cum, I felt three, four, five, shuddering and powerful pulses. Each time he pumped his semen into me he groaned in deep satisfaction – an animal sowing his seed. Again and again the heat of his semen and power of his ejaculation filled me and I knew he was taking me, satisfying his most basic instinct. I could feel him desperately trying to push into me deeper, as if he were trying to utterly own me. My whole body suddenly began to spasm and I could feel myself involuntarily tighten around his thrusting shaft. He overwhelmed me in such a way that I went completely weak, almost limp and lifeless – then I orgasmed! My body arched as my head went back, mouth open and I gasped out loud. George let out a deep, wordless almighty roar of satisfaction, with his head back he roared at the sky – a sound that was so bestial that it stirred all my basic desires.
A roar of victory, he had done it, he had conquered me!
I felt utterly used, thoroughly fucked, completely taken, possessed and owned.
I lay shaking beneath him whilst he looked into my face watching the most convulsive orgasm take me. I was controlled by the orgasm, the sensation causing my face to contort and my body to squirm and heave. My body couldn’t take any more but my mind was greedy for his passion, lust and desire. I felt disgusting and dirty, fucked by a filthy rat, but I was loving it. His leering face watching the control he had over me as I orgasmed, thrusting into me to make me whimper or pinching my nipple to make me gasp. He could do whatever he wanted, I was the dirty bastards play-thing. His calloused hands grabbing and groping at will and I didn’t care, I just wanted him to enjoy me. Devour me. Use me. Take from me!
We were locked together as my body seemed to have contacted to his swollen penis. I clung to him afraid that he might try to pull out, it felt like he would rip my insides out.
He collapsed his weight onto me and as he filled me with his seed I could feel he was also filling me with his love. He held me so tight yet so gentle, so close and intimately. I wrapped him in my arms as his energy was spent and his last drops were being absorbed into my body, his face next to mine. Then he began to cry. It felt like a lifetime of rejection and hurt was pouring out of him. I could do nothing but let him cry and hold him in my arms as he lay with me. At last his sobs subsided and he seemed to sink into a deep, peaceful satisfaction.
He lay on me and in me for ages, relaxed and wrapped up in love.
I could feel his penis had subsided and his weight, which at first I enjoyed, became a bit much. I rolled him to one side and sat up. I was tired and emotionally drained but I felt alive and strangely elated. I held his hand and asked, “Wow – Did you enjoy that?” He blushed bright red with embarrassment, so I ruffled his hair and slipped into the deep pool.
He adjusted his clothes and sat on the rock watching me in the water. He seemed much more at peace in his face and watched me with a boyish bright look about him. As I began to come out he moved to the flat rock and using my towel he dusted off any bits, then folded it and placed it ready for my head. He had seen me do that yesterday but today he wanted to please me. It was rather touching.
I lay naked on the rock to dry in the sun. He picked up the posy of flowers and, sitting beside me, started arranging them on and around my body. Each petal was carefully placed, some arranged in circles around my nipples and spilling over my breasts. Others on my tummy and funnelling down between my legs. He arranged a circle of flowers right the way around me and the stood up to admire the effect.
I felt like a princess as he looked down on me from above. I felt I was beautiful and almost saw myself through his eyes. He knelt beside me and leaning forward, kissed my tummy, my nipples, my cheek, my eyes and my lips. He worshipped me like a goddess.
I wanted to remember this moment for ever and so rather than spoil it I said gently, “George, I need to go now.” He made no objection he just gave me his hand to help me up. He then passed me my clothes and I left.
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The following morning we left at the crack of dawn. I just had time to go to the pool and placed a photograph of me on the flat rock.
I had no opportunity to explain or say goodbye to George and as we bumped our way down the track I felt rather guilty leaving him in this way.
When we returned the following year George was nowhere to be seen. “Didn’t I tell you that George died not long after we left last year?” my husband said dismissively. “Poor old bugger, I rather liked him,” he concluded.
“What did he die of?” I enquired, utterly shocked. “Don’t think anyone knew, apparently he just faded away and they found him dead.”
The next day I crept up to his cottage, a derelict shed. First I looked in the window but when I tried the door it swung open. I took a step inside and stood in silence. They had just carried his body away and everything had been left exactly as it was – they hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. There was nothing bright, nothing homely, nothing warm or comfortable. He had lived like a wretched animal, alone, lonely and rejected. His mattress was on the floor and I went to stand by it with tears in my eyes. I knelt on the floor and touched his grubby pillow, still dented where his head had been. There beside his pillow was my picture, the only thing in the room that was bright and cheerful, it seemed out of place. I broke down and wept. George had died loving me! Had he died because of me, with a broken heart? Or maybe I was able to give him love and all he needed just in time before his days ended. I would never know!
