Mr Peacock

Mr Peacock

This is a true story about myself and a lady called ‘H’, we were friends that became lovers although we were still married to other people. Her husband was away frequently giving the opportunity for us to play.

‘He said what ?’ I asked staring at her in partial disbelief.

‘That I had a sexy bum’ she replied, a mischievous glint in her eye and her mouth twitched trying not to break into a huge grin.

‘Roger Peacock said that ?’

‘Yes’ she smirked

‘So he wants to fuck you then ?’ I replied.

‘Oh god no .. I hope not.. He’s too old, that’s an awful thing to say’ she retorted but the glint in her eye remained and the corners of her mouth still twitched doing their best to remain unemotional but he knew her by now and knew she enjoyed flirting with other men.

‘So what will you say when you see him this weekend ?’

‘I will ignore him’ she nodded her head to add more weight to the statement.

I moved up behind her pinning her against the Aga stove, my hands finding their way under her blouse and quickly cupping her small but very firm breasts. She rarely wore a bra a) there was no need as her breasts were firm and small b) she had prominent nipples which protruded through her clothing attracting appreciative glances which she enjoyed.
She was not tall, maybe 5’3″ but had the body of a gymnast. In fact she had competed at High School, and although many years had passed (now in her 30’s) she still retained a lean toned figure with firm thighs and a perfect arse which as Mr Peacock had noticed was very sexy. Her raven black hair was always in a short bob adding a more mischievous look to her face.
I squeezed her nipples releasing a groan from within her and she arched her head back against my shoulder.
‘Stop’ she hissed ‘I have dinner to make’ but at the same time the words were spoken she ground her firm bum into my already hardened cock. This was quite normal for H, she would say one thing but her body clearly had different plans.
She had stopped stirring the spaghetti sauce and her hands gripped the chrome rail that ran along the front of the Aga, normally a place to hang tea towels to dry but I swear the manufacturers had a different vision.
I pulled my hands out from her blouse and quickly unzipped her skirt at the back which fell down around her ankles. She was wearing a black suspender belt attached to pale black stockings that finished half way up her thighs and no knickers. The black straps of the suspender belt framed her perfect bum and I could see her wet pussy from behind as she gently spread her thighs.
‘No knickers ?’ I questioned into her ear as my hand with thumb protruding slid in between her thighs making immediate warm wet contact. My thumb slid straight in and up her shaven wet hole as my other hand grasped her breast.
‘You know I don’t like them’ she gasped her mouth in a cruel smile of pleasure and her eyes half closed.
My thumb thrust in and out of her pussy whilst my tongue invaded her ear, she squealed with delight sticking her bum out further to allow more access. Sloshing noises came from her pussy as I increased the rhythm and with a shuddering scream her body was racked with an intense orgasm.
I stood back and undid my belt allowing my trousers to fall around my ankles, my pants quickly followed and my cock was keen to invade where my thumb had just been. H spend her legs wider still grabbing the rail like a ballerina and stuck her arse out towards me. Needing no further invitation I gripped her hips and slid my cock into her hot wet slippery hole. The view of my cock sliding in and out framed by her bum was wonderful and I could feel her fingers around her pussy lips and my cock. The extra sensation was driving me into a frenzy and I furiously pounded before releasing my load inside her.
Tired I fell back into one of the wooden chairs whilst she stood up and turned to face me, she ran three fingers into her snatch and held them up for me to see covered in cum before putting them into her mouth and sucking them dry. She giggled whilst she did it knowing the action would excite me further.

‘You’re such a horny bitch’ I said

‘I was imagining it was Roger fucking me ‘ she giggled licking more cum from her fingers again.

‘Be careful what you wish for’ I gave her a stern look which just got more giggles.

I knew Roger, not personally but through friends. He had lived in the village all his life, once a prominent farmer he had passed the farm and land to his two sons and had moved to a small bungalow in the middle of town not far from The Golden Dog pub which became his second home after his wife Marjorie passed away a few years back. He was now in his early 70’s and the typical elderly country gent, tweed cap, matching coat. Green corduroy trousers and brown brogues. Quite tall perhaps 5’11” with a large stomach that threatened the buttons of his shirt. He wore large rectangular framed glasses and his thinning silver hair was swept back giving him a distinguished appearance which he frequently used to his advantage on the Parish Council.

He was a pleasant enough individual known for his fondness of beer and an eye for the women. He had never had any public relationships to my knowledge since Marjorie but it wasn’t unusual to hear he had pinched the bottom of one of the girls in the pub after a few pints. I wasn’t surprised to hear his attraction for H and she loved all the male attention she could attract.
I thought about the possibilities of arranging some fun…would he be interested ? Yes probably. Would he be discrete ? Certainly. What about H ? It wasn’t the first time we had involved a third party in our sex life but previously it had been more anonymous meeting men from swinging sites for arranged meets at the local Travelodge. This was different… It was somebody she knew and from the same village and a lot older which actually turned me on enormously.
I decided to call by the pub on the way home to see if he was there and sure enough he was sitting at a table in the corner reading the Farmers Weekly. I bought a pint and headed across to him.
‘Mind if I join you ?’

He glanced up then around at the other empty tables before looking back at me.

‘ Er no, please’ he gestured to a seat and watched me sit down clearly wondering what I wanted.

I didn’t have a speech worked out, I didn’t quite know how to say ‘Hey do you fancy fucking this friend of mine’ but I decided a picture always speaks a thousand words and I had a number of photos of H on my phone in various states of undress, I had pre selected a selfie she had sent me of her in the bath with her firm tits pressed together between her arms as she held the camera phone in front of her. Her lips were pursed in a kiss and she looked quite simply stunning.
My hand was shaking as I withdrew the phone from my pocket and opened the photo onto the screen. I could feel Rogers stern gaze through his huge glasses, I turned the phone round and showed him the photo.
‘What do you think ?’ I stammered.
He took the phone from me and looked at the picture, I could see the reflection of the image in his glasses. His eyes took in all the detail, her milky white firm boobs, her cheeky pursed lips. He scrolled through more photos, not something I had planned I had assumed he would see the photo and give the phone back but he was looking at more. I cringed with some embarrassment as he looked at one of her sucking my cock, another of her fingering herself, bondage, dildos it was all on there.
After what seemed a lifetime he gave the phone back and looked quizzically at me.

‘She’s a sexy woman who needs a good fucking’ he said.

I breathed out for what felt the first time in an age.

‘ Great ! That’s great …. Would you like to ..er do that .. To her I mean ?’

‘Tomorrow evening 8pm’ he replied and continued reading his paper.

I was somewhat stunned, I was pleased he had accepted but it wasn’t the conversation I had imagined. I retreated back to the bar with my pint and sent H a text that I was going to have some fun with her tomorrow.

I didn’t sleep that night my mind was a whirl of erotica, images of old men and younger women. Wrinkled cocks that became hard and fucked shaven smooth pussies.

Tomorrow came and after work I went to H’s, I tried to be normal and give no indication of what I had arranged. I even thought he might not show.. Would he know where she lived ? It was a small village of course he did.

We drank some wine and fooled around, keeping an eye on the wall clock I steered her upstairs and encouraged her to be tied to the old pine bed.
Each wrist bound with a mans silk tie ( her husbands.. If only he knew) and was then secured to the headboard corner posts in a crude knot.
We had carried out these games many times before .. We had some role play of the burglar raping the lonely housewife in fact on one occasion when i hadn’t tied her up she had fought like a cornered alley cat, spitting and scratching my back and neck which only aroused me further and I had placed both hands round her throat to restrict her air flow which caused her to buck and surrender to my hard cock, we fucked a torrid passionate fuck before collapsing exhausted and sweating in each other’s arms.

I nervously licked my lips and glanced at the bedside clock.
Her eyes were on mine and she knew something was different.. Something was happening.
“Whats going on ? ‘ she said calmly her eyes locked onto mine.
‘I have a surprise’ I stammered not feeling terribly confident about how this was going to work out. Fantasies are wonderful things when fuelled by hormones and adrenaline but in the cold light of day you sometimes find yourself wondering if you are quite sane.

Her eyes widened but i could see her nipples had just hardened.
‘What the fuck Richard…. What have you done ?’ She hissed in her half angry half excited tone.
As if on cue and In answer to her question there was a loud knock on the door from the cast iron door knocker.
‘I must get that’ I said but then remembered she wasn’t fully ready. She was naked apart from her usual stockings and suspenders and a black silk scarf tied around her neck. I reached to the dressing table behind me and retrieved a black eyeshade the sort you get on a long haul flight. She resisted and tried to bury her head back deeper into the pillow her mouth screaming a volley of questions,
‘what the fuck have you done ? Who the fuck is that downstairs ? Have you gone mad ? Tell me what’s happening ?’
I whispered in her ear to be calm and that everything would be fine, she stopped resisting but her breathing was laboured clearly scared and excited. Lifting her head slightly I put it on her and pulled it down over her eyes.
The calm stopped and a further string of obscenities spat from her lips and her legs thrashed wildly on the bed as I hurried down the stairs.

My hand was shaking as I opened the door, ‘Hi Roger come on in’

Roger walked into the kitchen and removed his tweed flat cap and heavy overcoat. He took off his glasses which were fogged from coming in from the cold damp February air and cleaned them with a check handkerchief.
He looked sideways at me..’is she ready ?’ He said calmly.

I was surprised at his confidence, I was clearly more nervous than he.

‘Er yes, yes Roger .. Upstairs’ I pointed to the stairway as if needing to reinforce where upstairs was.
He gestured with one hand for me to lead on and we made our way up the old wooden stairs.
Whilst she would not have been able to hear the conversation downstairs I knew she would hear two bodies coming up the wooden stairs and my heart pounded with excitement at the thought of her laying there powerless.

We entered the room and she was laying still, the bed sheets rucked and crumpled around her evident of her earlier frenzy. I looked at Roger and his eyes were greedily taking in her naked form. He had clearly spent the night fantasising about H from the photos and here she was in her glory laid out for him. I could see a bulge appear in the front of his corduroy trousers and he removed his jacket and laid it on the chair.
‘Who is it’ Helen stammered.
Roger glanced at me and shook his head suggesting his identity should remain a secret for now.
‘Just a friend’ I said trying to sound calm and confident but it came out a little high pitched.
Roger sat on the side of the bed like a doctor making a house call. I could see Helens chest rising and falling with excited breaths her breasts standing proudly. He extended a hand, wrinkled and littered with liver spots on the back and cupped her breast with his large fingers. She gasped loudly, she could tell instantly from the texture of the hand it wasn’t mine.
His hand squeezed the breast , finger and thumb finding the nipple and exerting pressure to that point.
She gasped and turned her head away as though not wanting to show any pleasure. His hand moved across to the further breast and repeated the exercise and his other hand replaced where the first had been. His hands squeezed and pushed the breasts together in a ‘kneading dough’ exercise periodically focusing just on the nipples and pulling them upward causing her to raise her shoulders from the bed but her head remained turned facing away from him in a silent protest.
I stood transfixed. I didn’t know what i had expected but I was surprised at his confidence and a feeling of dominance.
Roger leaned over and lowered his mouth to her breast, he squeezed the breast forcing the nipple upward and then sucked it greedily into his puckered mouth. H gasped and shuddered , her senses were in overload, her mind racing. He feasted on one breast and then the other, I could see her breasts red and white from the manhandling. I also noticed her pussy absolutely dripping with juice.
Roger had noticed it too and he stopped working on her breasts and stood up from the bedside position placing one knee on the mattress he gently slid a hand under H’s neck raising her head slightly up from the pillow. His other hand extended down to her glistening pussy and holding 2 fingers out he plunged them straight into her snatch without warning.
‘Fuuuucccckkkkk’ she squealed , a move he had obviously anticipated, his mouth immediately took advantage of her open mouth and pulling her head closer to his, his tongue invaded her whilst his fingers erupted a frenzied assault on her snatch.
I stood slack jawed, my eyes bulging along with the hard on in my trousers. His glasses were skewed on his face as he continued tonguing her mouth. She surrendered to him.
Her mouth was fully locked against his and her legs wide open allowing him full access. She had even dug her heels into the mattress and raised her pelvis up to give him more.
His long fingers were a blur between her legs and dark stains were appearing on the wet bed sheets from her juices. He withdraw his hand fully and I could see three fingers now being inserted. He continued the assault and increased speed.
‘Nnnnnuuuuuuuuhhhhhh’ a deep guttural groan came from her throat, her mouth still pinned against his, her legs thrashed and in a crescendo of activity she again lifted her pelvis and Roger removed his fingers as a torrent of gushing vaginal fluid sprayed out in an arc splattering on the sheets and even reaching the wooden floor where I still stood mouth agape.
H lay gasping on the bed I could see her mouth form words, expletives, but no sound could be heard. Her body shook and convulsed as fluid still dripped from her gaping vagina, a sheen of fine sweat across her breasts her mouth reddened from the assault.

Roger undressed. Quietly, meticulously he folded his shirt and trousers placing them on the chair until he was in his saggy Y front underpants that hung loosely under the mass of his stomach.
He removed them and I was just not prepared for what I saw. He had an extremely large cock, by my estimation 10 inches. Circumcised with a huge round knob end that resembled a WW2 German helmet. He was partially erect, it hung huge, heavy and curved. Thick blue veins coursed under the skin and it twitched and pulsated as his eyes feasted on H’s naked feminine form. I shivered in anticipation of what he was going to do with her.
He placed a hand on the headboard and slid a knee next to H’s head. His thighs were still firm but his skin sagged on his bum and grey hair whisped across his torso. His humongous cock a couple of inches from her face, he placed a hand on her chin and tilted her head towards his twitching bell end. She did not struggle or resist. I watched transfixed as his cock made contact with her mouth.
H to my surprise immediately took his large bell end into her mouth, her cheek bulged as she tried to take more of him in. She grunted and groaned appreciatively and her bottom half squirmed in pleasure against the bed. His hand moved from her chin to the back of her neck to allow a better angle and for him to thrust gently into her mouth.

He rocked back and forth thrusting in and out his large ball bag occasionally hitting her shoulder. She was getting more and more aroused and was moaning almost sub consciously. Her tongue chased round his knob end and licked the length of his shaft. His cock seemed to swell and grow even more, I was in complete awe. He moved back to the side of the bed and walked to the foot and knelt on the mattress positioning himself between her legs.

Roger was kneeling and hoisted her leg over his left shoulder and grabbed her thigh to hold her closer, his right hand pushing the other thigh away to allow him access, his large cock shaft rubbed at her shaven pussy lips and she whispered for him to do it, to do it now.
Shifting his hips back to lower the angle of his cock his large bell end pushed into her wet hole with a sucking slurping noise.
‘Fuuuuccck Noooo’ she screamed but her pelvis thrust upwards to meet him taking more of his shaft. I watched transfixed as his 10 inches slowly and deliberately disappeared into her wet fanny. Every centimetre she bucked and writhed in ecstasy until his old wrinkled ball sack was against her butt cheeks. Her face was flushed and her hair stuck to her forehead as she gasped with pleasure. Now that he had entry he changed his position and lay missionary his hands gripping her bum he thrust in and out with military precision. Her legs were straight in the air as he violated her wet slurping hole, her body was almost hidden by his large frame but her arms and hands were still tied to the bed post.

Her mouth was skewed in pain/pleasure she bit her bottom lip in between screaming as his monster cock stretched her. Foul words spat from her mouth
‘You fucking rapist bastard’ ‘Fuck you fuckyoufuckyou fuuuuccckkkkk yooouuuuu’

Sweat ran down Rogers back, he clearly wasn’t a quick cummer and seemed to be in it for the duration. He raised himself up on his arms, still maintaining his thrusts, his hand grabbing the blindfold he pulled it up and over her head. H’s eyes blinked wildly and looked up at her assailant
‘Ohhhhhh my god..noooo…Roger ????, nooooooo’
she again turned her head to one side and closed her eyes as though wanting some mental distance from the physical activity.

Roger placed a hand on the side of her face his thumb under her chin, steering her face back round to meet his. Her eyes were still screwed tightly shut, he stopped thrusting and withdrew so his cock was just clear of her pussy lips. I had the perfect view from behind and once again couldn’t help but marvel at the massive member. A few seconds passed and then he rammed all 10 inches in to the hilt, his ball sack making a ‘Fap’ noise as it bounced off her tight bum.
‘Fuuuuuuuccckkkkkk’ she screamed and his mouth assaulted hers once again. His hand moved back to join the other gripping her arse and he fucked her like a rapist whilst he tongued her mouth. After a few minutes he paused again and lifted his body up from hers, this time her eyes opened and she grinned wickedly at him.
‘You old fucking fucker’ she panted.

Roger sat back on his knees once again and fingered her gaping snatch with three long fingers whilst wanking his massive cock. H watched appreciatively at the sight and arched her back as another orgasm shook her body.
He was increasing the speed of his strokes and I knew what was coming (literally).

With one wrinkled hand gripping his massive shaft he came. I have seen many porn videos of cum shots, bukkakes and facials but nothing compared to this.

Long torrents of white cum erupted from his cock and splattered on her face, neck and breasts. She squealed initially in shock at the force and volume but then she opened her mouth and extended her tongue like a child in the rain catching a large rivulet of white goo she sucked it noisily back into her mouth. She laughed out loud squealing with the shower of hot sticky fluid.He continued to ejaculate sperm over her for several more seconds until his spent cock hung limply in his hand.
Leaving her tied to the bed and without saying a word he dressed and left the bedroom giving me a faint nod on the way. I heard the front door latch click as he let himself out.

Feeling it was all somewhat surreal I released H’s wrists from their imprisonment and she lay on the bed still shaking and panting looking at the ceiling.
‘So what have you got planned for tomorrow evening ?’ She giggled uncontrollably.

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