The Lady and the Tramp (2) - Sex Stories

The Lady and the Tramp (2)

... even more so at how that memory excited her, Suzie set about the house work until it was time to go upstairs and remove her under clothes. Enough of her lingerie had fallen to Jeds straightforward way of undressing her, but of course she must keep a dress on, just in case someone arrived unexpectedly. Jed saw her walking through the postern gate wearing a heavy coat, open, with her hands in her pockets. It was a cold day, and as she turned toward him, he saw how her left nipple was rock hard, both the cold and the knowledge of what would soon be done to her, he reckoned. Suzie started as Jed stood up. She hadn't actually noticed him amid the headstones, and he took her by surprise. "Oh Heavens, there you are,” she gasped. “Tea's up,” she told him, and hurried off nervously. Jed grinned and followed her slowly. As usual, Suzie held the conversation while Jed offered the odd word or grunt. She was telling him how Jason, her Vicar husband, was trying to organise some snow clearance volunteers for the elderly, should they be needed, in Bannerfield Major, when Jed drained the last of his second cup of tea, he then stood up. Now, would he shower first, or take her and then shower? He varied it just to keep his victim more tense than she would otherwise be. She stood, Jed went to the utility room, and she sighed heavily, both relieved and disappointed. She cleared the table and washed up, and sat back down to wait. Her quim tingled. The door opened and a firm, fit Jed stepped ...

... through. Totally naked. “Arr,” he grunted. Suzie knew that was Jed for, 'Get 'em off then.' She stood up and unzipped the dress, letting it slip down, catching the garment before it hit the floor and folding it over a chair back, neatly. Roughly, Jed folded her forwards over the table and inserted a stiff middle finger into her dampness, all the way to the last knuckle in one push, as was his way. With his left hand he reached round and began to flick her button, revelling in the loss of control it caused his willing recipient. Suzie came quickly under the rough handling of her tramp lover. Wearing just flat shoes and a stupid lopsided grin, the Vicar's wife let herself go, to become the harlot, the, yes slut, that she could be only on a Thursday while her dear husband was at one of his two other parishes. Jed soon removed his hands and with a solid thrust, filled the little blond lady with a big purple headed monster, taking her breath away. Placing one hand at the base of her spine, the labourer pounded hard into her, making slapping noises as he did so due to the overflow of her juices. She was, he decided, loving it. He wasn't wrong. Suzie had come twice when Jed pulled out, it came as a surprise and a loss to her. She felt herself held down by a firm hard hand, and Jed walked round to her head and battered her lips with his cock until she opened up and let him in. She tasted her own cum as she took him into her mouth, and quivered in enjoyment of the dirtiness of it all. She ...