Everyone Has a Secret: Part Two#

Secrets Two

For the first time in my life, after more than six decades, I found some one who let me be me. There was no hiding from one another. Clearly she had began the trust by inviting me over to her place, taking me by the hand and leading up the stairs to her room where in she took off more than her clothing. She allowed herself to become naked before me. She had been a woman that not only I but everyone else imagined to be the quintessential wall flower. No one in our high school class had even an inkling of she had hid from us all these many years.

I had taken up Lynn’s offer to call her day or night and to stop over to have unrestrained sex. Soon it became almost a weekly or even bi-weekly event. We continued to live apart. Neither of us had spent the night. It was one of those friend-with-benefits affairs with a twist. The twist was that we were absolutely free to share anything and everything with one another. She never ceased to surprise me with sharing tidbits of her secret history and her yet unfulfilled bucket list of things to do.

Lynn had never been physically attractive in my eyes. In fact, except for her amazing body, she almost repulsed me. I hadn’t been wrong about her kissing abilities, or should I say inabilities. It wasn’t simply her weird crooked teeth and her flat, thin lips. It was that she simply didn’t know how to. I grew accustomed to her face but her inability to kiss might have been one reason why we ended up being pushed ever further into playing out our secret lives together.

The Schroder’s had, for all practical purposes, taken over Lynn’s four hundred acres. Corn was the chosen crop this year and it was all of four foot high by the fourth of July. Come August, even at five ten, their tassels stood another foot above me. Standing at five two, playing hide ’n seek, Lynn had a clear advantage over me. She had persuaded me go au naturel while walking in the woods at the rear of her property. There was a shallow creek that ran along her property line with several strip mined lakes to the north of it. They had long ago become fisherman clubs. A ten foot chain link fence ran along the other side of the creek about fifty foot in because for nearly the entire four hundred acres. Apparently Lynn’s farm included both sides of the creek.

Lynn enjoyed being told what to do. She also enjoyed trying some of my bucket list perversions, one being having her run naked in a corn field, only it wasn’t that simple.

After she had revealed to me her bed post routine, I knew that at some point she would more than be willing to try the corn field fantasy —and I was not mistaken. For stepping in fifteen or twenty feet, three or four rows in from creek side, we found the perfect bed post substitute. The ear was at the right height, at the right maturity, and at the right size. Without having to be coerced, Lynn quickly shucked back the leaves, removed all the silk, then spread her legs while facing the stalk and began easing it into her fat lipped pussy.

I suppose the thing that gravitated me most to this newly discovered classmate was her attitude. There was no sense of “okay. I’ll try this for you” while forcing herself to comply. There was none of that. She was up for anything with enthusiasm. Another thing that drew me to her was the ability of her pussy to swallow whole just about anything suggested to her.

“Oh my GOD!” Lynn roared. “Why did I never think of this before?”

Another thing that I found enjoyable about her was her willingness to exhibit herself. She honestly took enjoyment from my enjoyment of watching her. She never minded if I took photos or an occasional video of what she was doing. Posting them online and seeing all the comments turned her on and encouraged her to try more and more outlandish things.

“Wayne,” she called to me as she stepped back away from what I thought was a right healthy ear of corn. “You gotta find me a larger ear. Something really long.” Every ear seemed to be about the same size until at last, on the outer most row and on the very first stalk of corn, we found a winner. It was fatter and appreciably longer. Without a word, Lynn once again stripped it clean only this ear was slightly higher than she could comfortably reach with her little pocket of wonders. Pulling the stalk down to her while standing on stretched tippy toes, she managed to begin to insert it. In time it worked to her advantage as she could arch her back while pulling on the stalk, forcing the ear deeper and deeper in until it too disappeared right up to the hilt. My god, what a work of art this lady had turned out to be.

I watched as she worked it in and out, shouting how wonderful it felt. Not satisfied with leaving it on the stalk, she stepped away, asking me to break the ear free. As I complied, she cleared off the loose leaves on the ground and laid back in the dirt. There was something about the rawness of it all. She loved it.

With the ear free of the stalk, Lynn was able to again complete swallow it whole but now she could turn it back and forth while she pulled it in and out. It didn’t take long before she went into one of her patented wild fits.

I had had the occasion to once or twice be with a woman who “squirted.” It wasn’t something I much cared for especially while sitting in the car. Even in bed, one had to have towels already laid out for the occasion. Lynn was different in that when she came, her fluid was thick like concentrated hair conditioner, white, satiny and gooey. I loved it. It was like having sloppy seconds without having to worry about the STD aspect. And yes, Lynn had coerced me to go with her to one of those swinging parties that she sometimes attended. We just watched that night. I was an experience. Most of the men were overweight while most of the women were in their fifties or older. Each time we went, it was a different crowd. Eventually Lynn threw a summer party at the farm house. The state had begun work on the bridge over the creek such that traffic past the house had stopped. There was only Lynn’s house at the end and two large detour barricades at the entrance of that new service road.

It was the weekend after the Fourth of July that Lynn invited some of her friends to the farm. She had called old man Schroder and through some small talk discovered what she wanted to hear. That it would be the second weekend of July that he and the family would be out of town. Though there was always the chance of some straggler wanting to defy the barricades, that chance was minimal.

I had come over earlier to help clear and clean out the barn that she wanted to set up bales of hay over which she would throw blankets and covers for make shift seating. I set up a table while she laid a cloth over it before arranging eating utensils, cups and various drink options. Apparently it was going to be potluck dining. Lynn had made these bread things where she sliced things by cutting a croissant in half, pressing it down into garlic butter before rolling the lower portion into two different types of cheese. After making a dozen of those, she put them on a cookie tray and shoved them in the over just before our first guest arrived.

Irene was Lynn’s best friend. Her husband has also passed away. Like Lynn, she had somehow gotten roped into attending one of their parties. Lynn had told that neither of them were regular attenders even before Lynn and I began seeing each other. Irene was ten years younger than Lynn. They were approximately the same size only Irene’s breasts were only DD cups. I laughed. “Only DD’s.” I liked Irene from the start. She too was farm stock. Ruddy complected, dark haired which never seemed particularly well managed. She had a quiet way about her. In a group she was the one holding a drink just listening to everyone else talk. She had a nice smile and a little girl laugh. Also much Lynn, she seemed partial to white underwear only. Farm stock.

Next to turn into the drive was Sharon. I had not met her before but Lynn had told me she could be edgy and to not to tease her much as she tended to take things too seriously. Sharon stood maybe five four. Straight blonde hair that had a tassel falling down either side of her face while the greater part was tied up in the back. The very next thing I noticed after she finally exited the car was that her breast were as large as Lynn’s if not even larger. She wore blue, loose fitting cotton shorts and a blue and white striped blouse. I immediately perceived what Lynn had warned me about her. When introduced, extending my hand to her, she didn’t smile but rather first sized me up before finally reaching out to take my hand. Her voice was tenor and taut.

A Honda mini-van then pulled in the drive, parking along side the barn. The side door slide open as outstepped two other women, Monica and Heather. Monica would be the youngest at the party. Her husband had introduced her to swinging only the year before. She was Mexican and might have the biggest breast of any woman I ever saw. They were water melon sized breasts. Monica has long, silky black hair and wore jeans and a ruffly blouse. Heather was also Latina but look far less Mexican than did Monica. She too wore jeans and yellow knit, short sleeved sweater. Heather was a gamer. She had tats on both fore arms, quickly greeted me when introduced and was married to Monica’s husband’s brother. Though her breasts were not as large as Monica’s, they were wide and heavy. Not overly so but it seemed Heather liked to eat and she had a good solid bulging tummy.

Closing the driver’s door, Kelly walked around the back of the van to join the four of us, me, Monica, Heather and Lynn. Kelly was different from all the rest. She was actually quite pretty. She wore a spandex leopard skin pull over and dark blue/black pants. I imaged what it would be like to have a roll in the hay with her. She was confident and walked with purpose. She had Angela Jolie lips and wore dark sun glasses which hid her appraisal of me.

Only one more was to come, Lynn informed me. She also then informed me that I would be the only man at this party and to enjoy myself. It was her reward granted to me for all that I had done for her and to her over the last year.

As the women brought out their food dishes and arrayed them on the table, the girl chatter was lively and gay. Monica had to be introduced to both Irene and Sharon. I watched from a distance as she got sized up. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who did such things.

“Well, there’s supposed to be one more but we’ve waited long enough, let’s get started,” Lynn told the group. Each of the women complimented the other as to what they brought and how it tasted. My food was simply to ogle the female banquet as they took their places on the blanket covered hay bails. Even Kelly, though clearly the smallest breasted of the lot, was well within my fantasy bucket. If they were somehow to be my birthday present, I wondered how on earth I was going to survive the evening of food, fun and frolic.

As plates were being discarded it was then that small silver gray fan pulled in. On the side of it was the announcement that it was a traveling portable X-Ray vehicle and you were told to stay ten feet back from the rear of the van as it had an extending ramp.

“I’m so sorry,” exclaimed the woman with dirty blonde hair wearing a nurse’s pastel flower patterned smock top and loose fitting pastel pants and tennis shoes. “I had an emergency call that I had to take care of.”

This was Stephanie. She was the tallest of the group of women standing in her tennies a good five eight, maybe nine, almost eye level with me. She, like Monica, was young. She had hoop ear rings and a silver cross on a chain about her neck. She wore a watch but no ring was on her finger. Lynn would later tell me about Stephanie. She was a mother of four but never married and none of the kids had the same father. She had finally gotten herself fixed so I didn’t have to worry about becoming the father of number five.

Steph was an interesting young woman. I imagined that she was her own person at the clinic. I also imagined that every single doctor and intern had been given the green light to take a poke at her. There wasn’t much reserve about her. She too was confident in her own way. No wall flower here. I could divine that she wore a bra underneath her smock and that she was comparably equipped as was Lynn. I liked the way she pursed her lips when about to talk. Steph had brought desert but for my purposes, each everyone of these women were to be my desert.

How the evening began is easier to remember than what occurred when and with who. Lynn simply said, “Ok ladies. Shall we begin?” It was then when each of the women began to remove what clothing they had worn. Monica was clearly the most modest of all. Steph might have the first to discard her top and pants while Irene stripped to her white bra and panties which were lace and betrayed the fact that she was unshaven. I also noted that she still chose to wear a wedding ring. Sharon and Heather casually talked as they disrobed. Heather’s breast were massively wide while Sharon’s showed her age, sagging heavily to either side with a small role in her tummy above another unshaven thatch. I liked the way her breasts hung and swung but still, there was no smile. Next I noticed Kelly who was looking at me directly as she lifted her arms above her, tugging as that long sleeved, tight fitting leopard print up over her head. She wore a beige color bra underneath. Kelly stretch pants told me she was a mother at some time. It was pronounced or rolling but she had a motherly bump in her tummy as if she were only just “showing.” Continuing to dare me to look at her, she reached behind and unfastened her bra, leaning slightly forward allowing the garment to flow down her extend arms. Her areola was small and pink but her nipples stood out distinctly even without being excited. It seemed to me that Kelly had made it her mission to seduce me. Who was I to argue?

Calling me away from staring at Kelly, I could hear Lynn and Sharon coaxing Monica to finally reveal her plenty. She too looked over at me as she finally removed her blouse. She had chosen not to wear a bra underneath. All the women “woo wooed” her. Monicas breasts made her bell of the ball. Large dark brown areola and pertinent nipples perfectly situated on the end of each breast. Monica’s breast were the most asymmetrical. Her right breast clearly the size of fully grown water melon while the left breast was only two-thirds as large but more bulbish. The water melon breast had stretch marks about the top and one small blue vein while the left breast was smooth about as perfect as a woman’s breast could be. I could tell she was self conscious, her eyes flirting about each of us as if she seemed almost embarrassed by her overwhelmingly rulership of Breast Kingdom. I could sense that I would have to keep eye contact with her and let her know I was actually listening to what she was saying, not pretending. One final note, Monica had probably the smallest waist and buttocks of all who had gathered there in Lynn’s barn.

To my utter amazement, it was Sharon who first approached me. “Sweetie, you’re going to remember this night for the rest of your life.” With that she pushed up close to me, lifting my shirt before sliding her hand down into my trousers. “What you got hiding down here? You got enough in there for all of us?” Equally surprising to myself, it was probably Sharon of whom I really wanted to shag. Though no ground rules had disclosed to prior to our little afternoon at the farm, Lynn had hinted, as Sharon said, that it would be a night to remember. She hadn’t told me that it was going to be an all girls affair nor that I was going to be the center of everyone’s attention. Basically I was about to raped by six women that night while Lynn was satisfied to just sat back and watch after fulfilling my fantasy of be corn-holed earlier.

Eventually they had me sprawled out on the table, each touching me, two playing with my cock, one coursing her fingers through my chest hair, one or two kissing me, one finally getting up on the table, straddling my legs with her legs, waiting to be allowed to scuttle up and on to my throbbing cock.

I had once seen a female gang bang of a man at someone’s bachelor party. As I remembered it, there were a lot more women in that movie. It was a friendly affair but some of the women stood around, not quite knowing if or when it was their turn to hop on board. Quite frankly, I was too distracted to wonder who was participating and who was just standing off to one side. Eventually each woman shoved their breasts in my face but it was Kelly’s that I favored the most. Not only were her nipples long, they were also tough and rubbery and she coaxed me to bite them harder and harder as she twisted my arm while raising her leg so that I could finger her bald, wet cunt. Kelly talked to me with a siren’s call, luring me into her trap. Between Kelly and Sharon, it seemed to me they the most enthusiastic participants. That was until Stephanie got up on the table.

Heather had mounted me either first or second. I had read once that the average woman was five to seven inches deep. It had been years since I last measured but at one time I could be excited to seven inches. With Heather having had children and the size of her over the top breasts I was surprised when she got a little over excited, driving me hard against her cervix. Perhaps is vanity but it encouraged me to grab hold of her hips, driving my cock against her shallow hole. Still wearing her bra and panties it was Irene who spoke up, scolding me to save some for the rest of the girls.

Each took their turn feeding my their breasts, riding atop of me. Monica was slow and hesitating, fearful of me erupting within her. Irene was next. Like Monica, hesitant but not for fear of pregnancy. Irene was perhaps the least sure of herself. She was also dry and had to keep wetting her fingers. Lynn was aware and tried to help, leaning forward, spitting on my cock, then washing it back and forth across Irene’s hairy pussy as Irene slowly sank further and further down on my cock. He cooed and smiled at me like I was the one doing her a favor. I wondered how long it had been for her. I wondered what Lynn had told her about our adventures. Had Lynn invited her with the thought of the three of us gathering for future exploits?

Kelly was perhaps my greatest temptation. There was no need for spit with her. Though unlike Lynn, Kelly was still satiny slick, taking all of me at her first thrust downward, satisfied to just rest there for a while as she swiveled her hips, grinding the head of my cock against her own cervix. The difference with Kelly was that actually she enjoyed the feeling. If Sharon hadn’t been in competition with Kelly, I do believe it would have been the opening of her final door which would have invited me to finally dump my load inside that final chamber. But then there was Sharon.

Though not actually pushing Kelly off, Sharon did take over. She was the first and only to ride backwards. The way her thighs melted into her hips were as if they were one and the same. I spanked her and she screamed and returned the slap as to inform me that it wasn’t a horse she was riding. But then I slapped her butt again, this time harder. When she turned around in a quasi fit of anger, I grabbed her breast and held of tight to it, forcing her to turn around. She was a Lynn had warned me. However, now that I had her turned around to face me as I raised my hips to drive my cock back into her, Sharon leaned back, grabbing my knees with her hands as she slowly began sliding forward then backward, her breasts swaying beneath her arm pits, looking up at me with intent. I made a mental note to plead with Lynn to arrange another meeting with Sharon. I wanted a meeting where I could give her and her breasts my undivided personal attention. Perhaps that would put a smile on her face. I moaned. Then again. The barn chatter stopped. Was I going to dump my load in Sharon? Had she won the game of sexual musical chairs? By the look on her face, she seemed perfectly willing to be the chosen one.

And Sharon would have if Monica hadn’t then suddenly screamed at the sight of mouse scurrying across one of the hay bales. Apparently it was enough even for Sharon to show concern. Later I would discover that Sharon actually had a phobia concerning mice. Sliding down off the table I watched as she looked all about her as she literally danced on tip toe out of the barn to stand with the others. One, two, three, four, five, six. Who was missing? Then I saw Lynn, arms folded, nodding her head sideways as if there was something she thought I should see. Slowly, testing my legs, I slid down off the table and walk out around the open barn door. It was Stephanie.

There, sitting with her legs spread, her nurses pants down about her ankles, sat Stephanie on the old wooden bench. She didn’t say anything but her lips were pouty and her pussy shaven as clean as a babies ass. Her breasts were the best in the bunch. She too was asymmetrical, the left being smaller than the right. They were full but they also sagged down on top of a Rubenesque tummy and hips. This was no gym rat. No marathon runner. No dedicated bicyclist. She was just a woman who liked to fuck. Cleanly shaven revealed she had minimal inner or outer labia. It wasn’t gapping either. Panty waist elastic continue leave its mark but her breast were soother and free of any such residual. Her areola was barely distinguishable from her skin color but mommy’s blue veins marbled each breast. The right breast had a taut nipple while the left had a pea cut in half. She posture beckoned me to come fuck her, last but not least. She would show me why she had so many kids with so many different fathers.

“I just stopped spotting so you don’t have to worry,” she informed as if she had read my thoughts.

The bench offered a good opportunity to go down on her but a horrible place to fuck on. But such worries were also quickly erased.

“Come lie down in the grass and let me get on top of you.”

And so the party ended. Stephanie rode my cock like none of the others had. He pussy muscles clamped hard on to my cock when she rested above me, pulling her hair back behind an ear, draping a breast across my mouth to feed on it as her hips methodically massaged my cock. This girl was a pro. I had heard stories about the sexual atmosphere among the medical staff at some clinics. I thought that Steph had been the sure thing whenever someone took a go at her. Then again, maybe she had been the aggressor. Like Sharon before her, Stephane rose up and then leaned back, her hands grasping my ankles as she slithered forward then back in a slow motion tease that every nerve in my cock could sense as she tightened her inner muscles til finally I sat up and pushed her back into the grass as I heard others cheering me on as I grabbed my cock and aimed it at her hole, driving it to its depth in one violent thrust. The look on her face never changed. She had accomplished exactly what she had wanted. Groaning loudly as my final thrusts open her final door, the others gathering around us, cheering me on when at last everything went dizzy and I became a dog in heat, just pounding, pounding that wet sop as my juices filled her to the max and began oozing out across my balls while fuck farts sounded from Stephanie’s well used cunt.

Falling off into the grass, both Sharon and Kelly quickly knelt down on either side of me, each taking turns sucking my cock while the other licked spilled cum lather. And that could have been the end of it if hadn’t been for Lynn. For it was then that she knelt down between Stephanie’ spread legs and began licking her and lapping up the oozing juice that continued to squirt out of her. It was then that the real orgy began as Sharon stood up and then face sat Stephanie who clearly knew what she was doing. First Monica and then Heather each took one of her breast and nursed on them, laughing and giggling with unrestrained delight. Kelly chose not to participate, rather she lifted herself before squating down over my face, fingering her pussy open before lowering on to my mouth. Though my cock lay limp, Kelly leaned forward and drew it back into her mouth, just mouthing it as my mouth finally brought her to climax the same time Stephanie climaxed.

With everyone laying or sitting the tall green grass of summer, someone said it outlaid, “We gotta do this again before winter!”

Pictures: Irene; Sharon; Monica; Heather; Kelly and finally, Stephanie.

Hey, if you're going to write out a fantasy, why not actually make it fantastical?