Nobody Puts Barnaby in the Corner - Sex Stories

Nobody Puts Barnaby in the Corner

... still tried to meet her soft buttocks on the downstrokes, with the inevitable tugging on his conkers. Barnaby squelched away.

Both men spunked at the same time.

The younger man put down his fruity lover. Mrs Barnaby climbed off her customer. The older man's cock still twitched and dribbled.

Barnaby Barnaby returned his tackle to his breeches as Delilah untied the solicitor.

"How much do I owe you?" enquired Mr Quince.

"For special services, two bob," replied Delilah.

Quince said, "Two shillings well spent."

Barnaby picked up the watermelon and retreated silently through the scullery door.

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"How on earth did you manage to drop it? They cost the earth. How would you like it if I stopped it from your wages?" scolded Mrs Barnaby.

Barnaby replied, "Perhaps you should. It might teach me a lesson. You could tell Delilah that she will have to tell more fortunes to pay you back."

Sadly Barnaby knew that his mother would do no such thing. But it was a pleasant thought nevertheless.

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After that Barnaby often crept home during the day in the hope of watching his wife telling some gentleman's fortune. He was usually rewarded. Barnaby soon learned to leave his stiff cock unfulfilled. It was far more exciting to wait for the evening and reimagine the whole thing while he fucked his Delilah.

A grey ...

... and damp Tuesday lunchtime. Barnaby silently entered the scullery. He could hear voices so his cock twitched in anticipation.

As well as Delilah's, he thought he recognised a second voice. He couldn't be sure so he took his usual viewing position.

He moved his head left and right until he could fully see Delilah. She was flopped over the table. Her arms were stretched out in front of her and each was secured to the far table legs with ropes.

With her skirt thrown up over her back, her creamy lilywhite bum was on full display. Standing three feet behind her, removing his breeches, was Colm Jeffries.

"Now, you promise to untie me this time. I had to tell the dummy all sorts of nonsense last time you left me like this. I even had to let him dip his tiny dick in your spunk," said Delilah.

"Tell me again what a tiny cock he has."

"Oh very small indeed."

Barnaby looked at Colm's prick. Even now, in its stiff state, it was only half the size of Barbnaby's.

Why were they lying about him?

Colm stepped up behind Delilah and pulled himself into her.

As soon as he started his thrusting he began a tirade of abuse towards Barnaby.

"Does he stretch you like this?"

"Arrgn! No!"

"Does he even know what hole to put it in?"

"Arrgn! No, sometimes he buggers me by mistake. I hardly notice."

"Is he quick?"

"Arrrgn! Yes. Yes. He doesn't even get his breeches undone sometimes."

Barnaby was angry. All this wasn't true. Why was she saying these ...