3 A Dairy conversion Part 2 - Sex Stories

3 A Dairy conversion Part 2

... interested in the goat milker we had rescued from the old Dairy. Ann joined us just then and remarked she had used it on me but it did not work as well using a single cup the suction being too fierce. Sam gave the wheel a trial turn, and placed his hand over the cup to try the suction. His eyes asking if we could try the thing but Ann suggested we stick to the schedule as her teats were not up to it today and she was in great need of relieving herself the lemonade having filled her bladder as expected. Out we went to the veranda, checking the coast was clear and stripping as we went, glad the rain had stopped. Naked as the day we were built we trooped into the cold damp garden, Sam noting the anthill as we went remarking on the bum shaped indentations in the sand, smiling we told him to read the story when he got home. On the lawn Ann pushed Sam gently to the ground, he sat in the damp grass his legs in front of him, his face buried in Ann`s crutch, as she quietly said he was going to regret this morning`s little episode later, but here was his first instalment. Her water began to fill his open mouth, running down his chest in rivulets steaming in the cold atmosphere; Sam seemed most excited by the feelings of the hot wash afforded to his chest, lap and penis shrunken as it was in the cool air, pulling my wife down onto the wet grass he rolled her onto her back knelt over her and loosed his stream onto her chest, I meantime knelt between her legs and aimed my stream at ...

... her waiting sex the stream washing her clit as she held her lips open for the jet to find its target. Again she had a shuddering orgasm; lying in the wet grass she took a moment or two to regain her senses before running indoors as the rain again began. Together we washed one another while standing in the bathtub, huge fluffy towels soon dried our bodies and we retired to the now warm dungeon Ann, dressed us all in a set of wristlets apiece and we knew she had had one of her brainwaves yet again, Sam and I soon found ourselves back to back hanging from the block and tackle our tip toes still on the floor but our arms way above our heads in a position that meant we could do little to ward off any blow that Ann wanted to impart on either of us. Unfortunately that was not what she had in mind, though a good whipping may have been preferable to her next trick. The light was switched off and she left us for a moment or two to reflect on our undignified position while she make up the fire in the living room, filled the slow cooker and collected her morning`s purchases. She returned with a black and a red candle burning in our brass candle-sticks, one in each hand, dangling from her little finger`s were the rat traps... a shudder ran through both of us. She placed the guttering candles down on the floor, the only light they cast, lurid shadows, lighting us with a warm glow. She was at pains to remind us that we would have been only too happy to use the strongly sprung traps on the ...