Two Cheers For Democracy

”I need some fluid inside me when we get back!” she gasped

”Any particular orifice you had in mind?”

”I mean I need a drink, you silly boy”

”Sorry”.

It was monday evening, about midnight. With a public holiday the next day and fine weather in prospect we were once again at the summerhouse. Daughter was back at school and son was revising for exams, which in case means going down country to have his brains fried with Norwegian Folk-Metal (Really, it does exist. I am not making this up). Perhaps we should have been celebrating Constitution Day and the establishment of democracy in this land by going to one of the political rallies up and down the country. In our own town, the constituency Member of Parliament, who happens also to be minister of justice as well as a hot MILF, was giving a rousing speech to a rapt audience (Sid and Doris Bonkers) in the grounds of our historic castle. But like most right-thinking people in this land, we just enjoyed a day off work.

We had travelled down on monday evening and decided on a long walk after supper. Along the coast to the local village and then out onto the sandbar as far as we could go; a distance of a couple of kilometres. We walked hand in hand along the waters’ edge into the gathering gloom where the sea and the sky melded into one so that there was no longer any horizon, no reference point. The beach was totally deserted and there was no sound but the lapping of the waves. The breeze running down the coast was so warm that we were comfortable in just t-shirts.

As we headed back again, Heather glanced over to the dunes and voiced what I had been thinking:

”If I had known it was going to be so warm we could have taken a blanket and had some fun up in those dunes” she mused.

This surprised me. Heather is not normally one for doing it in public. She will, but it is usually at my instigation. This had come quite spontaneously.

”Well, next time we’re down we’ll take a blanket, some strawberries and chilled white wine. We’ll do it properly”

”I don’t mind if it’s just beer and crisps” she replied ”As long as we do it”.

We both agreed that this would be a pleasure deferred as the way back would be hazardous in the half-light. Tonight we would make our way back to our little refuge among the trees and take our pleasure there…



I was lying naked and stretched out on the bed when she came to me. She knelt up on all fours beside me and cast a glance down at my cock, standing stiff and proud in anticipation.

”Is it clean?” she asked, suspiciously.

”Not absolutely” I admitted. I was willing to forgo a blow-job, they’ve never been Heathers’ favourite activity anyway. ”Just lean over me and dangle your tits in my face. Suck on my nipple as I suck on yours” I instructed her.

I stroked her head as she suckled on me. Supporting herself with one hand, she reached out and found my cock. I reached between her legs and she parted them slightly to allow my fingers in between her swollen cunt lips. I felt her stiffen as I drew the juices out of her and massaged them into her clitoris, as I rolled her nipple around on the underside of my tongue. I probed her arsehole with a thoroughly wetted thumb, three fingers now inside her cunt with just the little finger lying in her cleft and teasing her clitoris.

Suddenly she could stand it no more. She threw herself onto my cock and devoured it as the first spasms of her orgasm hit. Her cries were muffled as she closed her lips around me but I could feel the vibrations coursing through me. I carried on massaging her with my wrist bent at impossible angles, trying to satisfy her anus, g-spot and clitoris all at once. Then she pulled her head away from me, gasping and exhausted, shivering with sudden cold.

She took up her submissive pose; on her knees, bum jutting up into the air, face buried in the pillow. A position that says-no, begs-’Take me, take me hard’. I did just that. I knelt upright behind her, clasped her buttocks roughly and rode her hard, pushing her down into the pillow and muffling her squeals with every thrust. When I came I grabbed hold of her shoulders, the better to push her back onto me and reach even deeper inside her, before collapsing on top of her and mopping my sweat-soaked hair between her shoulderblades.



As well as Constitution Day, June 5th is also Fathers’ day so I had a little collection of presents waiting for me next morning. I was dutifully unwrapping them when I suddenly bacame aware that Heather was unwrapping herself. She kicked off her jeans, flung her t-shirt aside and led me towards the stable-door. I scrabbled at my belt and by the time we arrived my jeans were around my ankles. She leaned out over the lower half of the door and I just stuck myself in her. No words were exchanged or for that matter needed.

But I wanted more. I shuffled through to the bedroom, jeans still around my ankles, leading her by the wrist and she just lay down on the bed, hoisted her legs up in the air and let me fuck her, giggling at the noise of my balls slapping against her bum….

I lay across the foot of the bed, not wanting to move. She reached out lazily for a tissue to mop up our combined juices, now oozing from her. I watched as she pushed the tissue up into her cunt. Her hand stayed there for longer than was strictly necessary. Her body stiffened, her legs straightened. She was at it again! For someone who never masturbates this was the second time in about ten days. I like to watch her masturbate but I normally have to ’encourage’ her with the riding crop before she will do it, much against her will. Now she was grinning at me as I realised what she was doing.

But no, much as I enjoy watching I needed to run my fingers into that juicy cunt, slippery with her juices and mine. I needed to feel her quiver beneath my touch. And quiver she did. I slipped a little finger into her bum-so deep, so smooth and so welcomingly open. I would have that for myself tonight. Her hands were already kneading and pulling her breasts so I gently put a hand to her throat, following the line of the jaw, pushing upwards rather than inwards. Heather reacted at once, gasping and moaning and actually pushing her throat up into my hand as if to say ’harder, squeeze harder!’. I backed off a little bit. She arched her back, rolled her head and came explosively while I smoothed her hair and comforted her.

And then we lay there on top of the bed, bathed in morning sunlight, tracing little paths through the perspiration that beaded our bodies with our fingertips, enjoying the birdsong in the trees outside and the prospect of a whole day where we could do as we liked.