Further Adventures With Older Ladies
Copyright© 2022 by Zak
Chapter 56
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 56 - These are my further adventures with older ladies ( and some not so old). I recommend you read my adventures with old ladies before you read this story.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Mult Teenagers Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual True Story Farming Military School Incest Sister Aunt Orgy Interracial White Male White Female Oriental Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Spitting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Teacher/Student Revenge Violence
I woke up the following day with a sore cock and a full bladder. Sue was still sleeping, snoring gently. I went to the toilet. As I walked back into the bedroom, I glanced at the clock. Fuck me, it was nearly eight o’clock. I knew Becky was coming over early for a riding lesson.
“Sue, Sue, wake up!” I called out as I pulled on my shorts and slipped my t-shirt over my head.
“What’s up, love?” she said as she rolled over.
“It’s nearly eight o’clock!” I told her.
“Don’t wind me up,” she said, and at the same time, she looked at the clock.
“Oh fuck...!” she said, and seconds later she was out of bed and walking stark naked toward the bedroom.
I opened the bedroom window, made the bed, then went down to the kitchen. I made coffee as the grill warmed up. I ran up and left a coffee on Sue’s dressing table.
By the time Sue came down, I had made bacon butties. Sue covered her bacon with ketchup; I used brown sauce. I had made her another coffee as I knew she loved at least two cups before she headed out.
She smiled at me.
“Fuck me, you were on fire last night, no wonder I feel so tired!” she said with a cheeky wink.
“You were well up for it yourself!” I replied.
We had had a good session; after fucking her doggy style, she had sucked me clean, and then we had had a nice slow sixty-nine before shagging in a few different positions.
Then we had snogged and chatted about this and that and nothing before Sue sucked my cock back to life, and we had another shagging session. It was the early hours before we had drifted off.
As soon as Sue had finished her second coffee, she kissed me and headed out to get the horses ready for her lesson with Becky and Carly.
I washed up, left the crocks on the draining board, and made another coffee. I had just made it when the phone rang. It was my mom. We had a long chat, then she said she had to get to work. I was going to take a shower, but I knew I would be spending a long time in the drainage ditch, so I decided not to bother.
I had three small jobs to do before my shift in the ditch started. The first was a sticking lock. I took it apart, and my old friend WD40 did the trick.
The second job was in the same block, and some of the ladder rungs were a bit loose. I sorted that out and headed to my third job. This was a window latch that was rattling. Sue had brought a box of new ones, so I swapped it out.
I had just finished that job and was heading back to the tool shed when Emily called out to attract me. She had loads of boxes stacked up outside the shop.
I walked over to them.
“Hi Zak, would you be an angel and give me a hand, please?” she smiled.
I have to say she was looking hot that day; she had cut-off denim shorts that showed off her lovely suntanned legs and a tight t-shirt that showed off an impressive rack.
“Yes, no problem!” I said. She leaned down to pick up a box and her t-shirt gapped open, and I got a view of her impressive titties encased in a lacy bra. I think the smile on her face when she stood up told me she knew what she was doing.
We moved all the boxes into the shop and filled the shelves. We chatted as we worked. I was about to make a move on her when two girls came in, followed by their mother.
They started asking Emily loads of questions, so I headed off to do some more ditch-clearing. I went to the tool shed and filled it with all the kit I would need.
I rolled the barrow past the paddock where Sue was working with Becky and Carly. Carly looked good as she trotted the horse around the perimeter of the paddock.
I got to the ditch and inspected the bit I had already done; it was looking good. I got my gear ready before stepping down into the ditch and getting on with the job at hand.
I was soon using the loppers to cut away the brambles and weeds that were blocking the drainage. It took longer in my own yard as I had to both cut and clean. So I did three or four yards of cutting and then cleaned up the detritus. Once the barrow was full, I wheeled it to the fire pit. I found that it was nearly full, so I got some paper and the matches from the tool shed and got the fire started.
Once it was burning well, I went back to the ditch and did another four yards of cutting and four yards of clearing. I took the barrow to the fire pit four more times. Then I came across some branches that would need more than just the loppers to clear. I had to use a bow saw. There were also some roots that needed to be cut away.
They were thick and wet; cutting them was a hard job. It was a hot day, and I was sweating like a pig. Once they were cleared away, I came across some plastic drainage pipe butting out into the ditch. It looked blocked.
A glance up told me this was where the paddock was not draining. The ground was all cut up, and there was little grass. I heard Sue calling out to me, and I waved to let her know where I was.
“We are heading up for lunch, are you coming?” she asked.
“Yes, I think I have found out why that corner of the paddock is always wet”, I told her as I climbed out of the ditch.
I pointed out where the plastic pipe was coming out into the ditch.
“It’s full of crap, and I have no idea how to clear it!” I admitted.
“Okay, we have some drain rods in the tool shed!” she said. “Come on, and I’ll show you!”
So we headed to the tool shed, and Sue dug out the rods. They were willow rods that screwed together. The top rod had several attachments, including a hook.
“So you screw them together and use the hook to pull out the crap!” She told me.
We headed into the house. Becky and Carly were just coming out of the shop, and they followed us over. We all had a wash, and then Sue took Becky and Carly outside before coming in to help me cut some sandwiches.
We soon had a platter of cheese sandwiches, ham sandwiches, a quartered pork pie, and some crisps. Sue took them out, and I followed with plates and a selection of cans of soft drinks. It was nice to sit in the sun and just chat. A lot of the chat was about horses, but Becky also talked about an outdoor film show in the local village that sounded interesting, and Carly and I talked about music.
Sue asked Carly what she fancied doing that afternoon. She was not confident enough to go on the hack. I was surprised when she turned to me.
“Do you mind if I hang out with you, Zak?” she asked.
“I am only cleaning out a drainage ditch!” I replied.
“That’s fine. I would rather be out in the sun than sitting in watching television,” she said with a cute smile.
“Well, Zak, we won’t be back until seven o’clock. Would you mind cooking?” Sue asked.
“Yes, no worries!” I replied. Then, looking at Becky, I asked, “Are you eating with us?”
Becky looked at Sue.
“Would you mind?” she asked. “It would be nice to be out of the pub for the evening!”
“Of course, that would be great!” Sue smiled back.
So Sue and Becky headed off to get ready for the hack, and Carly helped me wash up.
I had a look at the fridge and the freezer. We didn’t have much choice.
“Would fish fingers and chips be okay?” I asked.
“That sounds lovely!” Carly said. I looked her up and down; she looked so cute. I was about to make a move and kiss her when there was a knock at the door.
I went to answer it. It was one of the renters. Her door had dropped, and she could not unlock it.
Carly and I went to take a look. One of the hinges had come loose. With Carly’s help, I managed to lift the door and open it, then swapped out all the hinges, as they all looked a bit worse for wear.
Once that was done, I started putting the drain-clearing kit in the barrow.
“Right, my next job is ditch clearing. Are you sure you want to help?” I asked.
“Yes, it will be nice to be out in the fresh air, and to top up my tan!” she smiled.
I sorted her out a pair of gloves as the rambles were full of thorns.
So we headed down to where I had finished. So I jumped down into the ditch and started cutting back the brambles and branches that were blocking it. After every two or three yards, I stopped and cleared up the mess, tossing the detritus up onto the grass, and Carly loaded up the barrow.
After an hour or so, I thought it was time to try to clear some of the drainage pipes that should have been draining the paddock. I got the drain rods and attached a few, then put on the hook attachment.
It was hard at first, but once I sorted out my technique, it was not so bad. I cleaned out the first drainage pipe. I drove the rods in and then turned them to position the hook. I dragged out a load of crap. Roots, twigs, and shit like that. Then a dribble of stagnant water came out. I thrust the rods back in, but I seemed to have cleared it.
I moved to the next drainage pipe and repeated the operation. There was a lot more crap in this pipe. It took a few attempts, I got it all out, and again, a bit of smelly water dribbled out.
All the time I was cleaning the drains, I was chatting to Carly. She was a clever girl and interesting to talk to. We had different musical tastes, but seemed to like the same sort of stuff when it came to films and books.
We moved down to the third pipe; I drove the drainage rods into the pipe and twisted them to position the hook. Then I tried to pull the rods out. They didn’t budge. I tried to turn them, but they wouldn’t turn. I put another rod onto the end and tried to push them deeper.
They were jammed; they wouldn’t move.
“Is everything okay, Zak?” Carly asked.
“No, I have got the rods jammed in the pipe!” I said.
I tried again, putting all of my weight on the rods to try to drag them out, but they were not budging.
“Shall I come down, and we can both try to pull them out?” Carly asked.
I pondered that idea for a few seconds, but before I could answer, she dropped down into the ditch.
We stood side by side and grabbed the drainage rods.
“Right on three!” I said. She nodded.
“One, two, three!” I said, and we both tugged on the rods. There was a little bit of movement.
“Right, let’s go again on three!” I said. We both threw our weight into it. Again, there was a little movement. I tried to pull some of the crap out around the rods.
“Shall we give it one more go?” Carly asked.
“Yes, let’s go for it!” I said, “After three...!”
We both gripped the rods.
“Right, one ... two ... three!” I said.
We both threw our weight into the job. The rods came back two or three feet. Some of the rubbish came out of the pipe.
“We have got it moving!” I said as I unscrewed one of the rods.
We repeated our actions three more times, and whatever was blocking the pipe moved.
“Right, let’s go again!” Carly said, “One ... two ... Three!”
We tugged on the rods, and the blockage began to move. We kept tugging.
We had to move up the rods to keep the movement going. Then all of a sudden the blockage shifted. We saw the scrap coming out of the pipe, and the momentum took us by surprise, and we both ended up on our arse’s in the ditch. We looked at each other and laughed. We weren’t laughing for long. The crap was still coming out of the pipe, then, to our surprise, a torrent of fetid, stagnant water sprayed out and covered us both.
The ditch was filled with smelly water. We were sitting in the middle of a puddle of smelly, gooey crappie water.
“Fuck...!” Carly yelled.
I could taste some of the water in my mouth, and it made me gag. I spat it out. The taste would not leave me. My nose was filled with the smell. I felt like I was going to vomit.
I struggled to my feet; the ground was sodden, and the liquid was still pouring out of the drainage pipe. Carly was struggling to get to her feet. I grabbed her hand and hauled her to her feet. Then I scrambled out of the ditch and reached down to drag Carly out.
The water was sticky, and it stank. I pulled my t-shirt off and used it to wipe some of the foul-smelling fluid off my face and arms.
“What the fuck are we going to do!” Carly smiled. Her shorts and t-shirt were soaking with the putrid liquid.
“We need to go up the house and get showered!” I said.
We walked at quite a pace to get to the house. Before we went into the house, we kicked off our shoes.
I took Carly up to my bathroom, well, the spare bedroom. I figured that taking her into Sue’s room might give the game away.
I got us both clean towels, then I headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
“Give me a shout when you are done!” I told her before leaving her to it.
I went down to the kitchen and filled a glass with tap water to swish around in my mouth. I needed to get rid of the taste.
I went and got our shoes and used the bidet tap outside the back to wash them, then left them in the sun to dry out.
Then I tried to wash some of the crap off my legs.
I went into the house and put the kettle on.
It was twenty minutes later when I heard Carly calling my name.
I ran upstairs. Carly was standing outside the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.
“Sorry, Zak, I have nothing to change into!” she smiled.
I went into my bedroom and found some clean gym shorts and a t-shirt.
“I hope Sue won’t mind; I used her shower gel and shampoo!” Carly smiled.
“I am sure she will be fine with it!” I said and returned her smile.
I passed her the clothes.
“I am sorry, it’s all I have,” I smiled. “Right, I need a shower, I have put the kettle on!”
“Okay, I will make the coffee once I am dressed!”
She went back into the bathroom. I wondered what she would look like naked. My cock started to react, so I tried to put the thought out of my head.
The door opened, and Carly came out; she had her dirty clothes in her hand.
“Put those in the washing machine,” I told her and headed into the bathroom.
I stripped off and got under the hot water; it took four lots of soaping up and swilling to get all the shit off me. I hated to think what had made up the torrent of thick, sticky liquid that had soaked us. Once I was nice and clean and smelling a lot better, I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. I dried off and then cleaned my teeth, but I could still taste it on my lips.
I sprayed on some deodorant and wrapped the towel around my waist. I made sure the bathroom was clean and tidy before heading into the bedroom. I dried off and then dropped the towel and reached for a clean pair of boxers.
I think I sensed rather than heard her. I turned...
Carly was standing in the doorway with a mug of coffee in her hand. She was dressed in my gym shorts and a T-shirt.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you had come out of the bathroom!” she said, and her eyes dropped to gaze at my groin. She licked her lips, and her eyes wandered back up my body.
“It looks like you got all the gunk off!” she sighed and put the coffee down.
She stepped forward, and her hand reached out and stroked my chest.
“You have an amazing body, and that cock of yours looks gorgeous!” she said, her eyes glued onto mine.
Her hand stroked down over my stomach, and she took my semi-erect cock in her hand. It was semi-erect for a long time. I was soon as hard as nails and fighting fit.
“I have only done this twice!” She purred, “Have you ... Are you!”
I could tell she was struggling to ask the right question.
“I know what is what and what goes where!” I told her. She gave me a knowing smile.
Her grip on my cock was soft and firm at the same time.
“Would you like to ... well, you know?” she asked, “Would you like to do it with me?”
“I would, I have fancied you since the first time we met!” I said.