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Mrs Stater, when you were stuck at the barrier and you couldn't get the ticket in and you said 'THIS WAY UP...hehehe...' to your PALZ, did you mean, like...TITS UP??

When they giggled with you, Mrs Stater, was it, like, on your back, legs spread, knees folded, thick, dark brown pubes and absolutely soaking, big bare fanny out, pre-penetration, like?

You know, Mrs Stater...THIS WAY UP!!! FOR A 50+ FUCK!!! 

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From Suckie councilhouse to Rubisblaw Den dinnertables - Jan Stater.

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Go with Jan Stater on her SEXUAL JOURNEY from coastal town council house to the dinner tables of The Oil Capital of Europe's Rubisblaw Den.

Late seventies STUDENT SEX becomes 1980s YOUNG MARRIEDS SEX.

EARTH MOTHER SEX becomes FANTASY SEX and EXHIBITIONISM.

SEXUAL TEMPTATION cannot be resisted and EXTRA MARITAL SEX becomes GROUP SEX, WORKPLACE SEX and LESBIAN TEACHER SEX all majoring in ORAL SEX.

ASBESTOS GLOVES WILL BE NEEDED!!

Jan Stater On a PC near YOU - SOON - 

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They work a treat Stu! hung on the caravan, said the naked Jan Stater.

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If I SWALLOWED woulduget MORE PLEASURE asked Jan Stater?

Dressed in no more than a pair of black silk stockings, the 42 year old private girls' school lady teacher had just spat his load into a tissue taken from a box by the computer.

Both of them knew that all the sex sport which had just occurred, in the bedroom, the hall, the kitchen and then on the futon in his little office in the house was just for starters.

'I swallowed SOME of it,' she said in her soft, little and mischievious 'naughty' voice.

She reached up and started a snog.  Her mouth was scented by the freshly-given semen which she had so much wanted to be placed there.

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Jan was 22.  She climbed up the stairs to the granite-fronted seat of learning in Rosebount Place at 8.40am to begin her first teaching job at 8.45 am. 

She was wearing a belted French-style trenchcoat, light blue, over a blue A-line skirt.  She had on a pretty white blouse, long-collared, open at the neck to show off the silver St Christopher which he had bought her.  On her wrist was one of the engraved silver dress bangles which she'd been given by him over their years together.

Her dark brown paige-boy hair was styled immaculately.  Her lips were lightly-glossed.  She had applied a little Chanel No 7, a gift from her fiance.  Her engagement ring sparkled with the sunlit granite around her.

Nobody would know that his semen was soaking past the ft which she'd put into her little flowery cotton panties at Stonehaven after she'd washed her fanny with a face cloth, leg-up, him watching, at the little sink in the Sleeper. 

She would see to herself in the Ladies at morning coffee break which, her Staff Prospectus confirmed, would be at 10.30.

She'd been fucked about 7.30 that morning as the train was passing Montrose.  She'd been fucked, twice, at about 11.30 the night before as The Clansman was leaving Kings Cross. 

She'd been fucked around mid day before they had checked out of the little Montmartre hotel.  She'd been fucked, in the shower, when they had got up to return to Aberdeen about 9.00 am.

They'd just spent the week in Paris on their first foreign holiday together.  They'd fitted a lot into that August week in 76. They'd bought Rover tickets.  They'd been everywhere.  They'd done everything.

He'd noticed the look of total enthralment on her wide-spaced eyes as they had sat, alone, in the back of the courtesy minibus from Le Gare du Nord to Montmartre on the night they arrived in Paris at about 2 am. 

She'd been staring in wonderment  at the Ladies of the Night who adorned every street corner and who sat at every pavement cafe as they moved from La Pigalle into Montmartre.

She was nipping her lower lip with her top teeth as she took it all in.  Jan had never even been to London before.  Her world exploration, thus far, had stopped at Edinburgh, except for the school cruise when she was 11:  Gdynia, Gdansk and Copenhagen, but through the eyes of a little girl from a small Scottish coastal fishing town.

She was fiance-fucked, squealing and writhing, upon arrival at the little two star hotel.  She was taken out for drinks at the pavement cafes till about 4 am before being taken back to the hotel and fucked twice more before she fell asleep, smiling.

She smiled a lot during the course of that week.

The train had arrived in Aberdeen at a perfect 8.30.  A taxi was quickly hired for the five minute journey up to the school.

Jan was making a perfectly-punctual, just-fucked arrival for her first day at her first job as a Lady Teacher in the Granite City.

He noticed the Sixth Form, all boys, noting, appreciatively, the arrival of their new teacher, only some four years older than them.  One of them gave her a little whistle.

He, as a Senior Honours man, lithe, athletic, rippling with the muscles of his three months of heavy truck-driving-and-delivering summer job and with the pocketfuls of money it brought, wasn't fussed by a few schoolboys. 

Jan knew that they would spend most of their lesson and ALL of their library time trying to look up her skirt and down her blouse.  He had told her that that was what he and his pals did when they were at school. 

She gave them one of her smiles, head tilted to the side.  She would cope.

He knew, however, that it would be politic for him to fuck the arse off her the minute Jan came back to her flat from her first day's teaching, at about 4 o'clock that afternoon, which was duly and athletically seen to. 

He could not have predicted at 20, could he, that 30 years later she would be making her 8.30 punctual Lady Teacherly arrivals up the staircase of another granite-fronted seat of learning in the Silver City with someone else's semen drizzling out of her just-fucked fanny as she stepped out of her little red car by the fence.

He could not have predicted, could he, that by the time she reached 50 she would walk down those front steps at The Nunnery, after her meetings, fanny-freshened, new-knickered, heading for her West End haunts in Aberdeen and the vigorous, urgent, demanding, always bareback penetrations and quick ejaculations of those lines of men, erect cocks in masturbating hands, many of them total, nameless, strangers that she, Jan Stater, went to for pleasuring.

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Mrs Stater, is it true that you can't stand condoms?

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Did you, wearing only black stockings, put your spread legs in the air, Mrs Stater?

Your Ex was legless last night, Mrs Stater, in Shelley Leigh's.

He said that when you'd just turned forty he came into your bedroom after you'd both had a quick shower.

He said you'd left the light on, Mrs Stater.

He said you had been decorating, Mrs Stater.  The bed was flat on the floor.

He said when he walked through the door you, Mrs Stater, lying on your back and wearing NOTHING but black stockings, lifted both your legs in the air and then spread them as wide as they would go.

He said you then put the middle finger of your right hand in your slit and began to masturbate, Mrs Stater, nipping your lower lip with your top teeth.

WHATDYAMIN 'which lower lip', Mrs ESSSSSSIE...hehe...

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Did u have sex, including oral, at 16, with ur uncle, Mrs Stater?

Mrs Stater, it says, on the web, that you grew up in a house with TWO unmarried uncles.  Is this true, Mrs Stater?

It further says, Mrs Stater, that, at 16 you were having FULL SEXUAL INTERCOURSE and ORAL SEX with the 40 something, younger uncle who, apparently, Mrs Stater had an interest in naked girls and carried porn mags around in his pocket.

Is there any truth in this or is it that you stopped short of sexual intercourse, letting him only watch you getting changed in your bedroom or looking at you as you had a bath, before, during and after proceedings.

Your uncle MUST have had some sexual interest in YOU, Mrs Stater, surely, as well as the girls in his dirty mags...

She was 15 years and 11 months when she caught him with his cock out.

Her mother's two merchant seamen brothers had never married and, when on leave, they lived with them.  Some of the neighbours in the benighted Brethren presbyterian coastal fishing town made whispered observations among themselves.

It was a rum do, right enough.  Was Jan's mother entirely unaware of the rumours?  Jan was the only girl in the household AND there was the ten-years-older daftie brother on the go in there too. 

Jan was on the change.  Nice girls 'didn't' in the narrow lives of the Fifth Years at the town High School in 1971.  That didn't stop them TALKING about it though, did it?

Some of the girls who were destined to peel prawns in the fish factories were bolder and somewhat more experimental.  Some of them had actually let boys fuck them.  Most of them had heavy-petted.

They were not shy in lording it over their sexually-less-bold confederates, those planning professional careers, who didn't want to get themselves a reputation.

Jan had listened, in awe, as Mary 'Sneckers' Smith had described giving a lad a wank.  Mary had talked about the size of the thing and how hard it had been.  She'd talked about how it got all shiny at the top bit, how it had turned deep purple and satin-smooth just before it spat.

She'd talked about how the white stuff smelled a bit like the fresh prawns coming in by the basket load off the trawlers lined up at the quay outside the fish factory where both she and Jan had part-time jobs.

Standing on the edge of the crowd, Jan felt her black horn-rimmed glasses steam up at the thoughts which Mary's story brought rushing into her mind.  She also felt her knickers going damp.

Uncle Willie was home for his six leave weeks.  He was her favourite and he spoiled her.  Willie was a forty-something, ordinary kind of easy-going, North Eastern Scots bloke.  Dark-haired, stocky and athletic, tanned from his ocean sea-going, he was quite an attractive chap.

He was no queer.

He'd been engaged as a young man and, with his prospects, would have been seen as a catch.  Jan only knew that the girl had broken-off the engagement and returned the ring which lay in a drawer in his room thereafter and, as it would transpire, for the rest of his life. 

Often as a child, she would be allowed to rummage through his souvenirs of a life at sea.  Many a time she would find the ring and take it in her fingers and look and it, wondering, even as a child, about its mystery.  Sometimes she put the ring on her own fingers as if to test it.  It was, of course, always too big.

At nearly 16 she was not too old to be treated upon a merchant seaman's return.  Her own father was at sea.  It was a way of life for most of the families in her town.  When the boat came in there would be gifts and tokens.

When Willie had breezed in this time, pissed-rotten as usual but entirely good-natured, he'd remembered to tell his niece to get a little something from Amsterdam out of his jacket pocket.

Jan was always given something from the major world cities which the uncles voyaged round as the years went by. 

Jan did as she was bid and went into the hallway and reached up into Willie's jacket pocket.  She could feel a packet of some sort, a kind of tube, in the first one she went for.  Would that be it?

Jan took out the heavyish tube to find a rolled-up, glossy magazine of some kind in her hand.

She let it uncurl. 

Jan did not read Dutch but, then again, she didn't need to.  A blonde 20 year old, naked, flat on her back, legs spread, knees raised with a muscled black man poking his HUGE cock up her fanny was in a kind of universal language, after all. 

Jan gasped at what she was looking at.  She felt her nipples stiffen instantly and her little white cotton panties were soaked in seconds.

Jan had NEVER seen a photograph of actual, penetrative sexual intercourse ever BEFORE.  She had NEVER seen a black man fucking a white girl EVER in her life before either. 

She was quivering, her heart thumping, as she listened to make sure that her mother was busy in the kitchen, humouring the drunken sailor.  Jan made a quick decision to steal a quick look now, while she could. 

Later, when he'd fallen into an alchohol-dulled sleep she could come back for the magazine and take a proper look. 

She nipped her lower lip with her top teeth as she opened the magazine and flicked through the contents.  WOW!

On every page women were having sex with men.  Full sex.  Close-up sex.  Real sex.  Jan couldn't take it all in.  It was a sexual dream come true. 

Just as she decided she was chancing her luck and just before she faced the embarrassment of being caught by her mam, red-handed, she spotted the last picture.

The naked, blonde white girl was on her knees on a bed and the black man, standing, had his massive black cock poked RIGHT in her mouth. 

Jan was overwhelmed.  She'd NEVER seen the like. 

Fanny-streaming, she rolled the magazine up and put it back in the jacket pocket.

Quickly she checked the other side.  There.  It felt like a small box.  She took out the little brown paper bag and went into the kitchen, innocence in a-line-skirted white knee socks and little black court shoes. 

She was drunkenly, but genuinely, gifted the little delft blue silver charm bracelet and matching silver pendant with delft blue insert. 

Jan smiled her gratitude at her favourite uncle.  Her mother squeezed the hand of her favourite brother.

Uncle Willie would shortly drink himself into oblivion, be guided by his sister to a bed and would sleep it off until late the next day.

Jan sipped her tea and listened to the light, kindly nonsense of the sailor home from the sea.

Later that night, as she lay abed in the privacy of her own bedroom, she would go through the magazine page-by-page and cover-to-cover.

She would pleasure herself, repeatedly, way past her normal eleven o'clock bedtime.

Jan's first-ever huge and overwhelming WHOLE BODY ORGASM would send pleasure coursing through her as she stared, awed and mesmerised, at the image of the white girl on her knees, bare tits dangling, fingers in among her own pubes, mouth clamped on the MASSIVE black cock being inserted deep in her gob as she wanked the huge, thick shaft. 

Later, after her mam had gone to bed and had been given time to fall asleep, Jan would sneak downstairs and put the magazine back in Willie's jacket pocket.

If her mam stirred Jan would pretend that she had gone into the kitchen for a glass of water.

Jan made a point of bumping into Sneckers the next day, just before the typing lesson that they both went to.

Jan didn't much like Sneckers and the feeling was mutual.  In a year's time the two would come to blows in the prawn factory after Jan threw a basin of cold water over her, by then, hostile, abusive tormentor who, having been taught a lesson, backed off.

For the moment the two of them had something to talk about though.

'Sneckers, ken 'at cock ye wis wankin' at?  Foo big wis't?  Show mi..wi yir fingers...'

Jan nodded, knowingly, as Sneckers held two fingers, seven inches apart.

'...'n foo thick wis't?'

Sneckers curled her first finger onto her thumb as if to encircle a stout broom handle.  Jan nodded, wistfully.

The two classmates went into the room and pulled the typewriters up and out of the folding wooden desks at which they practised building up their speed and accuracy. 

Jan was already doing 80 words per minute and her target was 90.  Sneckers was managing 20 words per minute and her target was set at 25. 

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Wydidu, at 49, take to wearing RED KNICKERS to work Mrs Stater?

Your ex was telling Herviastat that until you developed your red panties penchant, just before your 50th, you'd only put on red knickers when you were after sex, Mrs Stater.

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Mrs Stater, Mrs Stater, she's got FANNY WARTS, Mrs Kilimanjaro!

Herviastat says that Mrs Kilimanjaro is DASHING DOWN TO WOOLMANHILL every night, after school for a little between-the-legs STD attention...hehehe...

Herviastat says that it will be VERY DIFFICULT for Mrs Kilimanjaro to get rid of her GENITAL WARTS, Mrs Stater.

Herviastat says that after they try painting her and scraping her they'll probably have to burn her.

Even then, Mrs Stater, Herviastat says that the FANNY WARTS will DEFINITELY come back in a year or two's time AND maybe even AGAIN after that!!!

Mrs Stater, do YOU know if it's a FACT that Mrs Kilimanjaro will have to GET HER GOB checked, regularly, as well...hehehe...

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Jan Stater was 27 and sex was good.  She and Hubby had done almost everything that could be done to each other. What could they add to their repertoire?

Jan took sex, vigorously, every other day, at least, and often daily as well.  There were times when she took so many shags that she'd to go on the cranberry juice for a few days.

Saturday was for sex and shopping, if it was a city weekend, for sex and hillwalking if it was an outdoors weekend.

The two of them were superbly fit and athletic.  They both had the stamina of the endurance walker.  Hubby could be counted upon to perform upon request.  Two hours + sessions were the norm. 

He was kept  busy and grew used to having friction burns on his knee caps.  It troubled him not.  What was a scraped knee in return for multiple penetrations of that soft, soaking, brown-pubed snatch that had been his since she was 19.

Morning sex would happen upon waking or at luchtime, depending upon Jan's preference.  She always called the tune on Saturdays. Hubby was unfazed.  He knew that twice that day, sometimes three times or more, he would pulse his liquid on her and up her.  Jan Stater certainly had smiles on her face on Saturdays.

Hubby had been known to do some smiling of his own of course, notably when he was woken up to find his young wife under the sheets, cock in mouth, fingers working her crack, legs spread, knees up, tits out. 

Muffled groans could be heard from down there.  Hubby would lift the sheet up and observe the action.  Young wives, eh?

Jan always got to take her own full, gasping and unrestrained cock-sucking climax before she was mounted and stuffed.

Jan knew that he liked her to go out braless.  It was the early eighties and this was quite bold.  As soon as the spring sunshine warmed up the West Midlands air, off came the bra and on went the summer arm and shoulder-baring dresses. 

She looked very good and she knew it.  She revelled in the sneaky glances men, young and old, put her way as she strolled, innocence on bare legs and in tiny, lightly-elasticated knickers. 

Hubby took his enjoyment too from having walking sex on show and hand-in-hand with his leather bomber-jacketed, tight jeaned, lithe and muscular self.

Saturday was also 'full breakfast' day. 

Hubby was in the kitchen doing the rustling up of the Cumberland sausage, Ayrshire smoked bacon and free range eggs, mushrooms in for the last three minutes.

Tesco was just emerging from its cheap corner grocery roots and having the beginnings of tasty, good food piled high in the new big stores was  almost exciting.  Remember the delights of 'The Instore Bakery' and the warm crusty bread?  Breakfast could be very tasty. 

Jan was upstairs in the shower which Hubby had installed in a cubicle in  the bathroom of their Victorian terraced house.  Very modern!

When Jan appeared, fragrant and smiling, Hubby was pleased to see that his sexy lady was wearing just her nightshirt.  Really it was a pink T shirt which ended at waist level.

Jan was strikingly bare-fannied and brown-triangled.  She had a fullish but decent bare ass and, naturally, her good 34Bs were pertly pushing through the thin shirt.

The terraced house had the kitchen window opposite the neighbours and at right angles to the kitchen window were their back bedroom, and the neighbours' back bedroom windows.

In other words, if Bryan next door was in his kitchen or, even better, upstairs in the back bedroom, he would see the fanny flash being paraded, quite openly and knowingly, by the late-twenties sex kitten.

Jan was completely relaxed and noted the instant response and alert of her attentive young hubby.  There would be time for full breakfast with fresh coffee before there would be full sex. 

Hubby said to her, 'Bryan will be able to see you if he's at his window.'

She giggled, nipped her lower lip with her top teeth, swept her fringe back, one handed and said, ' That's OK.  I DON'T MIND...hehehe...'

Hubbby didn't mind either, NOT AT ALL, IN FACT.  He just patted Jan's bare bum and made her squeal.

Jan and Hubby breakfasted and chatted animatedly and with shared interest.  Hell they were sex buddies and hillwalkers, canoeists with a double canoe, cyclists and skiers.  They had plenty to say.  They were in empathy. They were together.

Jan, preparing the ground, took every opportunity to part her legs, to show her crack and its detailed loveliness.  She had really good , really big, really pink inner labia.  Jan liked her fanny.  Hubby liked her fanny.  Life was good.

The front doorbell rang and Hubby went out to pay Stan, the milkman.

Stan was in his late fifties and openly slavered over the young Scots lass at number 84.  More than once, in the morning, by his Co-op milk float he had made remarks as the tight topped, pertly breasted filly made her way with Hubby to the car parked in the street. 

He had said to Hubby, 'I don't know how you can concentrate on your driving with that seated next to you!'

Jan responded with one of her huge smiles, flattered.  Hubby just smiled a bit. 

Hubby could hardly tell Stan that Jan had already sucked him off and swallowed a semen load before being shagged to the nth degree, face-down, her own fingers pushing her own nipples into her beautiful little tits, could he? 

Hubby could hardly say to Our Stan that that would do till they both got back to the house after work about 5.30 for another two hours of sucking, licking and screwing; to be followed by a midnight ride with Jan on top, hands on the mattress lifting and falling in gentle rhythm until, cock rammed fully up and pubic bone grinding on Hubby's front,  Jan would shudder and sigh her pleasure, eyes tight-closed, head tilted to the side.

Stan seemed distracted.  He was a very tall man and could see over his customer's shoulder into the back room where a 27 year old bare ass was there right in front of him. 

He could see the nice, firm, womanly cheeks.  He could  see the little folds of ass muscle which would prove such a hit in Italy when paraded around a year later.  He could see the little beauty spot low down on the left cheek.

As Jan turned and did full-frontal fanny flash right at Stan, he just about collapsed.  He stopped digging for the change in the raised and flattened cash satchell.  He froze and stared, open-mouthed.

Jan looked straight at him, put one hand on her hip and smiled.  She slowly moved her right leg away from the left leg and leaned a little back.  The full size and deep pink of her beautiful labia and the clear, defined line of her lovely slit were there for the looking.

With perfect timing, Jan finished the tease by leaning over and picking up the morning paper, which she'd placed strategically on the carpet, by the lounge door and walking over to the fireplace, stepping out of Stan's eyeshot. 

Stan had been allowed to cop a quick eyeful of dangling tit and nipple.

Jan heard the front door closing and chose to sit on the couch, legs spread, knees up.  Jan smiled her smile and nipped her lower lip with her top teeth.

Hubby took her hand and led her upstairs.  He walked behind her, fingers up the soaking crack, one hand groping the loose tits under the t-shirt.

They had a choice of two bedrooms, the upper hallway, the bathroom and, of course, the stairs themselves.  There had been vigorous action in all of these places at different times.

Their young athleticism permitted any position, of course.  Sometimes Jan would lie submissive, sometimes she would dominate from above. Other times she would be stuck on it with her standing, back against the wall.  Perhaps she would find herself bodily lifted and carried, full cock inside.

Increasingly Jan was developing her oral skills and liked to work the cock with her mouth and tongue on the way up the stairs, just to get things going.

Today, after her open flaunting, they both wanted quick sex, no build up, no real preparation.

Jan found herself being led into the main front bedroom.  The net curtains would provide some, but not complete privacy from the neighbours in the five facing house, not that that mattered.

Jan lay, head on folded right arm, legs spread at 45 degrees with the left one fully raised in the air.

Hubby could smell the fresh sex on her as he stripped, remembering always to get socks and shoes off first and then jeans and pants in one.

Hubby was ready for immediate fucking, but held back a little to encourage Jan's self stimulation.

Hubby loved the watching of her open and uninhibited self pleasuring.  He would stroke Jan's wrist and lower arm, making contact, while she brought her film over everything, warm, slippy and wet.

Hubby nor Jan would wait a moment longer.  Jan was grabbed at the ankle and her legs swept fully apart.  She was penetrated with Hubby positioned at an angle. 

Jan was being cocked as if held at a distance, the thrusts running in and out at full length.  Hubby's rhythm was slow and steady, giving Jan maximum insertions, never once popping out in that awkward way.

They'd started off at the bottom of the bed but, forced back with each powerful thrust, Jan's head was soon pushed up against the headboard. 

She took her chance to put her hands behind her head, gripping the headboard, bracing herself against the steady penetrations, pushing herself as far onto the probing cock as she could go.

In a matter of thirty or forty strokes climax, shared, was upon them.  Hubby shafted Jan deep, ground himself againt her bone, gripped her back and pulled her muscularly at him, trapping Jan's breasts between them.  Jan wrapped her legs tight round Hubby, pulling him in.

As he pulsed his delight into her, Jan gasped and shook in the mutual orgasm.  It was all timed to perfection.

Jan smiled her smile as Hubby lay, complete, upon her.

All she said was, "Wow!" 

There would be time, in the afternoon and, again, at night, for more.

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Would you put your cocksucking skill down to ur nostrils Mrs Stater.

I have heard said, Mrs Stater, that women who can twitch their nostrils have particularly developed oral musculature.

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Jan was going to the barn dance on the island.  It had become a ritual over the past five years, the last Friday in July, a date important enough to be entered on Jan's kitchen calendar at home.

Things had changed, though, this year.  When she went back home she was going to a solicitor.

For years her friends at school had told her that her 27 year marriage was over and that she should move on.  She had decided.  She was leaving.  She wanted a new life.  She wanted to be made to feel like a woman again.

As she got ready in the caravan for the dance she was aware that she was dressing for another.

He'd been after her for years.  Until now she had thrilled at his attention, loved the flirt and savoured her two annual spins round the dance floor in his powerful, manly arms. 

She would sometimes think back, while in her classroom, on the strength and muscularity of her island fisherman.

Every summer for four years he had asked her to come back to his house.  Every time she had wanted to say "Yes".  Every time she had shied away from the consequences.  If he asked tonight, as expected, she would hold back no longer.

She'd worked it all out.  She didn't want to make it too obvious this year.  Her husband hadn't yet realised that she was going to other men for comfort and excitement and island gossip could precede her or catch up with her.  She knew this.

So, there would be no outward clue.  She would turn up in top and jeans, as normal, and , of course, braless.  This year, under the jeans, she would also be knickerless.  The rest of the company wouldn't know about the underwear, or lack of it, would they?

As she got herself ready for sex she felt like the clock had gone back thirty years. It seemed like another lifetime when she stood glamming up as a nineteen year old, deciding just how much to let her boyfriend see that night. 

Here she was at fifty doing the same thing.  The only difference was that this time full sex was on offer immediately.  Her heart raced.

Jan was glad that this had all been thought through.  She'd started taking the pill again before the holidays so no unexpected buns in the oven, she mused.  That would certainly cause a stir at school!

Her decision was made and she got herself prepared.  To say she was aroused was putting it mildly.  She had to make herself keep her fingers out of her fanny, willing herself to save her lust for her fisherman.

She was on edge as she sipped her drink with the Leedsers.  She was with good friends here, people that she had grown close to over summers on the island.  They all knew of her plan to divorce and were willing her to get on with her new life. 

The girls in the group knew that their own men all liked Jan's unsupported breasts and her good nipples.  The men in the circle had all taken a good eyeful over the years as she did her braless leaning over 'innocent, unaware' routine.  She could pull at the dance, they all knew, no bother.

She needn't have worried.  He came in with the boat crew, as normal, and without a woman in tow.  He was 40ish, tall, bronzed, muscular and a wow with the lady tourists down at the quay, young and old. 

Jan was under no illusions.  There would be no relationship here but there would be sex, very good sex.  This was exactly what she needed.  She'd gone off commitment to one man.  She'd had thirty one years of that.

She chose her moment and pretended to be heading to the ladies.

He had noticed Jan as he came in but this year it was Jan who made the running.

"Alec..."

"Jan...I've noticed you a couple of times on your bike down at the ferry.  You were always in the middle of the crowd.  I waved to you twice but, as usual, you took no notice of my attentions.  It's lovely to see you again."

Jan smiled her smile and made her way to the ladies.

When Jan came back to the dance Alec was waiting for her at the bar.

"Jan, here you are.  Vodka and Coke, if I remember correctly."

"Than you Alec.  You've got a good memory."

"Yes I have Jan.  I remember that for four years I've been asking you back to my love nest.  No luck, so far."

"You know, Alec, when you're harvesting the ocean's bounty that perseverance pays."

Jan sipped her drink, looked up at him and smiled.  "Is the offer still on Alec?"

"let's go Jan."

Alec made his excuses with his crew and the two of them slipped out of the dance.  When she got in his pick-up she could smell his masculinity, his just showered, just shaved freshness.  She was smitten.  They kissed a little and Alec drove back to his cottage further up the hillside.

There would be no hesitation from Jan.  She wanted sex and she wanted sex soon.

In his bedroom they kissed and Jan felt her breasts being fondled.  Her top was so thin that he was able to move the breasts around from the outside, to work the nipples as if bare.  He was very good, very careful. Jan was relieved that despite the muscles and the strength he would be taking her gently.

She looked up at him,  "Alec, I'm not a size 12 any more...I've had three kids...you know..."

"Jan, tits, arse and a good belly on a real woman.  What could be better?"

He put his hands on her bum and squeezed and moved her womanly cheeks.  He pressed himself against her and it gave Jan a chance to feel what she was going to get.  YES!  He was massive.

"Jan, do you remember that internet photo, up your trousers, at the gala, the one looking right up your lovely size 16, real arse?  I took it.  There are others." 

"I took one with your legs parted after you turned round.  I caught you, in another one, leaning over.  You had no bra on, your nipples were out.  We couldn't use that one on the web page but it created a stir up at the Keel Row."

Jan sighed as he told her,  "You didn't know we were studying you and your tiny tops did you?"

Jan took the hint.  She was a fifty year old sex goddess and she was about to prove it.

"Alec, the problem I had tonight was in choosing what I would wear for you.  You know how it is.  A caravanning girl doesn't have a full wardrobe to choose from and I wondered..."

Jan stood next to the bed, losing the shoes "...I wondered if this..." Jan pulled the jeans down and off, in one, "...would do..."

As she stepped out of the jeans she had revealed the black stockings, the little black suspender belt and her unknickered, bushy, dark brown fanny.  With perfect timing she had lain flat on the bed, spread her legs and flashed her crack.

As she posed she folded her legs at the knees, leaning sideways slightly and flashed arse.  She then lay flat again, one arm behind her head, spread the legs and began fingering herself with her middle finger. 

Finally she sat up, perched on the edge of the bed and took her breasts out of her pink top.  Jan sat, legs splayed.  She wanted Alec to see everything.

She could see how impressed Alec was.  His trousers were bulging with interest.

Jan smiled her smile.  "I've showed you mine.  Are you going to show me yours?"

Alec didn't need any persuading.  Jan watched eagerly as Alec brought out a good, thick, heavy ten incher.  Jan could see no pubic hair around the cock or on the one ball dangling out.  He was shaved.

Jan nipped her lower lip with her top teeth and drew her breath in.  She'd never been fucked by a shaved man before.  She wondered if, shaven headed and shaven cocked, would he be entirely hairless?

"Bring that fantastic thing here Alec."   She had decided not, as she would usually do at this point, to put her hand in his trousers.  She wanted to save the moment, to look at his smoothness with him posing for her.

He came over to her and put the full sized cock straight in her mouth.  Jan used her lips to ease his foreskin back and began what would be, even by her standards, a very long cocksucking.

"Alec,"  Jan took his cock out of her mouth and handled it with long strokes, running her hand the full lenght of his rod,  "Alec, what about two hours of sex?  The only rule is nothing in the back door.  Agree?"

Alec placed his hands on Jan's exposed breasts, tweaking the nipples carefully.  "Jan, I've got something to help us along.  This is mine," he showed her the little blue pill,  "and this little white one is yours."

"Oh...what's in the white one?"

"Only amyl nitrate, Jan.  We'll both be unstoppable."

Alec fetched a bottle of mineral water and they both saw to their extras.

"I've never been shagged on Viagra before.  Does it make any difference?"

"Jan, I'll keep it up and keep firing for hours.  With your little helper you're about to have a two hour orgasm."

"Mm...I like the sound of that.  It sounds a whole lot better than a two hour double Italian with the Sixth years.  Alec, please get your tackle out."

Alec stripped for her and as he dropped the boxer shorts it was confirmed.  Jan was looking, for the first time, at a shaved male. 

He was an adonis.  The tan from the summer fishing was deep and everywhere except for round his bum and bollocks.  The cock was long and big and thick.  It pointed down, maybe because of the terrific weight in it, Jan thought. 

He had a fabulous untanned area lining up with his shorts, almost rectangular.  He was muscular and athletic.  Jan wanted fucked there and then but managed to reign in the desire.  She wanted two hours out of this.

Jan now worked at his exposed maleness with mouth and both hands.  This was her chance to enjoy the feel of the heavy balls, low hanging and huge.  The right one really did hang low and it was very stimulating for her to toy with it and move it around, squeezing with just the right pressure.

She kissed the whole area, licking the smoothness.  He must have shaved that evening before he came out, she thought, there was no stubble.  She ran her hands over his strong, muscled legs and again smooth as could be. She would have to ask him for his secret, later...much later.

Jan was being overcome with randiness.  She knew the gear had kicked in and she desperately wanted orgasm.

"Alec, if you are going to come and keep coming, do you think you could give me a mouthful, just to get started."

Alec moved Jan back and he kneeled on the bed.  She knew to kneel opposite him.  Alec was much taller than the tiny Jan and easily got at her fanny down the back of her arse as she leaned forward and sucked him.  She did a lot of head moving, taking him with her from side to side and up and down.

Alec set about himself with the other hand and in seconds he was almost ready to fire.  He was making a lot of noise, Jan noticed.  "Mm..Viagra at work..." she thought.

Alec took himself out of her and handed himself furiously, gasping out loud his arousal.  Jan moved her own hand on to her crack and worked herself equally furiously and, now equally noisily.  She was rubbing herself harder than usual, feeling waves of irresistible delight running through her.

"Oh Jan... Oh Jan...Alec stuffed her mouth with the pulsing rock hard, shining purple head just as he came and sprayed his load all over Jan's tongue. 

She felt his semen shooting into the back of her throat, warm droplets, landing.  She could feel her mouth awash with the clear watery stuff.  She squealed with delight, as best she could while swallowing it all and staying closed down on the huge cock.

Jan was bursting with need for climax.  She found herself rolled over on her back.  Her legs were swept apart and he fucked her, giving her one solid thrust to open her yielding entrance with his helmet, pausing to let her feel it, then going on to full and generous penetration. 

Jan almost fainted with the pleasure coursing through her more than she had ever felt in her sexual life. 

She knew she was yelling "YES!  YES! as he probed her massively but not wildly.  She could feel him withdrawing to her entrance and then shafting and reshafting in rhythm, giving her the full ten inches with each stroke. 

He was so practised he avoided slipping back out, keeping in contact with Jan's pink, soft flesh throughout.

In about ten pushes she felt Alec raising himself up on his powerful, huge arms and as he roared "YES!" he came inside Jan, filling her up as she shook with her pleasure, eyes closed, hands gripping her stud's thick, smooth-shaved arms.  She had managed to come in time with the ejaculation which she loved doing.

"Christ, Alec.  Two ejaculations in two minutes.  The little blue pill works, then.  The little white one certainly does.  I want you," she tongued him, "To fuck me rotten again and again.  I can't lose the feeling.  It won't go away.  I want ORGASM..."

Alec came out of Jan.  He was still fully erect, still gleaming at the head and still satin smooth.  She could see her lubricant coating the cock in a clear, slippy film.  She wanted to lick him clean.

"Mineral water, Jan, or something stronger?  We've still got ninety minutes and half a dozen climaxes to get through."

"I'll stay on the water, Alec.  I want to keep a totally clear head."

They took a break.  Jan lay on the bed head on hand.  She could get used to being with permanently erect men, she thought.

Alec came back to the bed.  "Jan, with the viagra there are one or two things to see to.  I've brought some towels and wipes to keep the cum under control.  I'll help you."

Alec gently wiped Jan's slit, taking his semen off her.  As he worked Jan placed her finger on the semen in her crack and licked her finger. 

"Perfect...salty and fresh... no more than I would expect from a man of the sea."

Jan reciprocated and helped Alec wipe the rock hard cock.  Before she wiped she took her chance to lick off her lubricant which had grown crusty as they rested.  Once she had helped with this she finished off with a face cloth, carefully cleaning and preparing the manhood for herself.

Alec took Jan to an armchair in the lounge and sat her in it.  He licked her slit, probing the entrance with his tongue, sucking her very large soft inner labia into his mouth and tonguing them inside his mouth.

Jan had her hand on his cock pulling him off.  Again in less than two minutes they were both writhing in climax. 

Alex, with perfect timing, half stood at just the right moment and they both watched as the warm, thick semen squirted out in three big pulses and ran over Jan's dark brown pubes and then down her thigh at the stocking tops. 

Whenever ejaculation was finished and with drips still dripping off the cock Jan pushed the back of Alec's neck towards her and she ground her fanny onto Alec's face in open lust. 

Alec tongued her at her entrance and up to her clit.  He knew she would orgasm if he toyed at her huge inner lips.  He sucked them back into his mouth and pressed at them with his tongue and she came in seconds, screaming " Oh, PLEASE.  Oh PLEASE!"

"Wow.  It's just as well the cottage is set back Alec. I've never made a noise like this ever before."

"We are not overlooked here Jan, which brings opportunities, don't you think?"

Again they rested and again Jan marvelled at this constant full erection being paraded in front of her.  Every time she looked at it she wanted it again.

Alec came over to her.  "Jan, It's still a warm evening outside.  I want to shag you as the sun goes down."

Jan noticed he was wearing his fisherman's boots, the ones in beige leather, calf length.  He looked like a gay porn star, she thought.  She could confirm that he was entirely hetero, though.  She had the evidence up her crack and down her throat as well as over her legs and fanny.

Alec lifted Jan up and carried her over the stoney yard to a grassy patch by the fence.  Se took off her pink top and joined Alec in his semi-nakedness.

She played with her tits, posing them holding them out and playing with her nipples, pressing them into her 36cs.  She liked showing her tits, liked to see men drooling over them.  She knew to pose her arse at him too, bending over, smoothing her stockings at the back of her thighs.

Alec was masturbating and playing with his balls. Jan parted her legs, bent right over and did two handed masturbation on herself. She loved the silence that men fell into when she flashed fanny, bent over like this.  It was great for them both. 

As the sun set red over the Atlantic ocean, just as the red disc slipped below the dark line of the night horizon, Jan took full  ten inch penetration from behind.

She had positioned herself hands on the fence, legs spread, tits dangling and bouncing as she was screwed from behind.

She liked the idea that in the half light of the island sunset, possibly, some stranger was looking at her in stockings and suspender belt, tits out, fanny bare, big cock being stuffed inside from the back. 

One of these days she would take cock with another man watching FOR REAL!.

"Jan, you've got a beauty spot on your left cheek."  He stroked at it as he gave her her seeing to. 

He had managed to get one hand round on the tits and nipples, lifting the breasts up, squeezing the firmness, enjoying their weight in his hands.

There was no sign of either of them losing interest and, again, after about two minutes Jan felt the delight of another full load being shot up her soaking, soft fanny.  She could control her climaxing  again and she was coming on him just as he was finishing and it felt very good.

The two hours were almost up and they'd planned to return to the dance when it was busier.  They weren't going to hide their adventure from friends but they didn't want too much attention tonight.

Jan had been carried over the yard by her muscular and still erect suitor.

They went back to the bed and Jan took control.

"Alec, it's all been terrific.  Can we finish with mutual masturbation?  It's one of my favourites."

Jan sat on the edge of the bed and Alec sat next to her.  they gently and skillfully rubbed, stroked and handed each other.  They kissed and tongued. 

Alec felt the good breasts.  Jan leaned over and sucked the cock helmet, pausing to kiss Alec intermittently with her cock-fragranced mouth.

In the usual two minutes they were both ready and Jan brought him to completion, by hand, squeezing the rim as he spurted, sending the line of semen out in front and onto the carpet.  He was still firing thick lines of it even now. 

Jan pressed Alec's fingers against her hood and bone and brought herself to climax for the last time that evening.

"Jan, is it Vodka and Coke?"

"Fine Alec.  Thank you."

"So that's Vodkas for Jan and Pom, white wine for Rectitude, pints for Stu and Dick.  Back in a mo."

"Jan, you've been away for ages.  What have you been up to?"

Jan Stater, lady teacher at the prestigious St Anonimous School for Girls in Aberdeen just smiled her smile.

She didn't  know what to make of it. What on earth was she thinking about?  She was 54, a year away from her early retirement.  She had an early retired husband doing well with his Services pension and keeping the garden tidy.  She was Head of a private girls' school for God's sake.

She sat in the office with her coffee.  She'd told the office girls that she was tied up and that she needed half an hour.  She chuckled to herself,  "They'll be suspecting me of bondage next."

She thought  back to last night.  Her husband had come into the unlocked bathroom and caught her masturbating.  She had quickly sat up in a slapping wave, pretending to be washing her thigh but it was obvious that he knew.  He said nothing, excused himself and went back to the garden.

She thought of telling him that she was attracted to Cameron, had what the girls would call "Having the hots for him" or something like that.  She didn't want a Harley Davidson to see her through her mid life crisis.  She wanted sex.

When Cameron stood at the timetable board with her, she felt her neck flushing as the wetness spread over her.  They were both feigning ignorance when she became distracted, couldn't concentrate, lost her train of thought, chose her words less precisely.  Even so, it was only a matter of time till she fell.

Well, who could blame her?  She had found herself sending for him last week to quiz him over his "inappropriate conduct" with the  Head Girl who, thank God, was over 18.

She had set out to be professional, cool, firm, assertive.  Instead she found herself looking at him and wanting.  When she thought of him with the girl and with his beautiful young wife she could barely keep up the pretence.

She'd noticed his masculinity before.  There weren't many "fit", as the older girls would say, men in her girls' school.  She'd also picked up that he liked working with her, was alert to the advantages for him in helping her with this horrendous timetabling task which they both knew was beyond her. He would want to butter the bread, she thought.

She thought back to that old TV play from years back.  The one where the "cuddly"  woman boss was forcing the subordinated, cowed office clerk to entertain her.

Her eyes strayed to his bulge and she looked.  He knew where her glance had settled and he smiled a little smile at her.  She finished the interview with the usual "off the record" agreement that the situation with the Sixth Former was merely "tittle tattle" without foundation.

"Thank you Cameron,"  she said.  "I'll see you at the timetable this afternoon after your French lesson."  When he closed the door she found herself saying softly,  "I wouldn't mind giving you a bit of French young man."

She saw to herself at lunchtime and freshened up.  54 but still not a bad deal for a real man.  No longer size 12 as she had been when last on the pull all those years ago at Coleraine College but, three children down the line, she still knew how to give a good time.

She had changed her bra, put on a black lacey number, underwired and see through.  She checked and yes, you could see the nipples and her fine, deep coloured rosea. She liked her breasts. 

She couldn't believe what she was doing.  She smoothed the holdups against her thighs and her fingers fluffed over IT.  She breathed in as the feeling spread.   

Knickers now: high cut legs, sheer, smokey see-through panel at the back, transparent black lace at the front -open enough in the detail for her pubic hair to show through.  She'd kept that light golden colour from her youth and liked that very much.

Her knickers were perfect for a girl who wanted to be noticed, who wanted to be made to feel like a woman.

She felt herself moistening, her nipples tingling and, yes, her heart skipped a beat at the thought of what she was about to do.  She heard herself whispering, "Wow" as she looked down at herself. 

She applied the red lipstick and sprayed the perfume on her cleavage.  She quickly put on her dark blue skirt, white, satin effect blouse and the shoes and went back to her office.

She took confidence from knowing about that sixty year old who advertised for sex and was inundated with offers.  No shortage of takers apparently and every one a satisfied customer.  She knew that she wanted it to happen to her, actually and for real.

What kind of bloke has a car reg with KOK in it, Mrs Stater?

Have you done MONSTER COCK, Mrs Stater?  If 'No' are you planning to give it a go??

Mrs Chargehand's hubby, him with the anorak and the grey beard, was coming out of the lap dancing club on Viaduct Street, on Saturday night, Mrs Stater.

I bumped into him, literally.  I was PISHED and in 12 cm heels, you see, Mrs Essie.

JEEEEEEZUSSSS, Mrs Stater.

He was MASSIVE, man.

He had a 12" LOG sticking out of him, I swear.

Mrs Stater, I must confess to being INSTANTLY much impressed.

Sober, he's a lanky old greybeard.  PISHED...well...

I wanted to see it, Mrs Stater.  I wanted to feel it.  I wanted to taste it.  Yes, I admit it.  I'll put my hand up, so to speak, Mrs Stater.  I wanted to SUCK it and FUCK it.

I went back with him to a room in the Cale Hotel, Mrs Stater.

I gave him one of MY little blue somethings that us St Anonimous girls ALWAYS carry in our handbags when down the town.

YOU, Mrs Stater, must have learned THAT little trick after all your years of working here...hehehe...

MAN, did we fuck and suck and suck and fuck.

It was only his cock I was interested in, Mrs Stater, you know.  The rest of him was all spongey and wrinkly but I'd just drunk ten shots and it didn't matter at the time.

I think, Mrs Stater, he knew it was a one-off.  He tried to make sure he touched, licked, kissed and used EVERYTHING.  Mrs Stater, when I say EVERYTHING, I mean EVERYTHING...hehehe...

He fucked me hard, Mrs Stater, as well as taking oral.  He finished off by giving me full anal penetration.  It all went very well, I must say, Mrs Stater.  I have no complaints!

Afterwards he told me that Mrs Chargehand is on her last legs, Mrs Stater.  It seems she wants him to see to his physical needs, elsewhere.

Apparently, Mrs Stater, they've talked about this, together.

Mrs Chargehand has, it appears, been putting some irons in the fires of the loose St Anonimous women for him.

It seems to me, Mrs Stater, that she wants him to start having sex with some of you lot in the staffroom.

You're a bit of a goer these days, aren't you, Mrs Ess...hehehe...

Only thing is, he's got a fucking weird car reg number. He gave me a lift home.  I mean, Mrs Stater, what kind of bloke drives around Aberdeen with a number plate with 'KOK' in it?

glow aberdeen boy to aberdeen glow

It was a weekend break in the caravan at Glenlivet.  They had a set of remote and isolated boltholes that they knew and this was a good one.  Little used, little known, they often had the whole field to themselves.  It was a good spot for hillwalking too.

The three kids were young and loved to explore the public park and playing fields which were attached to the site.

They were up fairly early on the Saturday and woke to a lovely warm late Autumn morning.  The kids rushed off exploring and Jan and her husband were alone.

The caravan door was left open to allow in the beautiful pine fragrances which came off the forest edge where they pitched.

Over from them there was one other caravan.  It turned out to be a forester who was using the caravan for his temporary accommodation.

Jan was doing the sorting out in the caravan, her husband was fetching the water and seeing to the outside jobs.  When he went over to the pine forest edge to attach a line he nodded to the forester.  He was about 55.  The man nodded back and carried on reading his paper.

When her husband looked over to their caravan Jan was brushing the floor using a dustpan and brush.  She was wearing her red nightshirt and as she bent over she was flashing both breasts.  He could see her bold nipples hanging.  The forester had noticed too.  He was looking straight at Jan, having lost interest in the newspaper.

Her husband went back and got into the caravan. He went up to Jan, stood behind her and fondled her breasts inside the nightshirt.

"The bloke over there was looking down your top when you bent over."  He felt Jan's nipples stiffen instantly.

"Have you got your knicker bag handy?"

"Yes..."

"Will you do a show for him?"

"I think I could come up with something!"

Jan took a sports bag over to the seats by the open door.

"OK, Jan, first things first.  Attract his attention, will you?"

She smiled and stood at the door with her back to the forester.  She pulled the nighshirt over her head and stood in her knickers.

The forester startled and lost all interest in his paper, looking straight at the forty-four-year-old Jan. 

She turned round and pretended not to know that she was being looked at.  She was in red knickers with high cut legs and a thong style back.  She reached up to the shelf, took a hairbrush and started to brush her brown hair.

The forester was only about fifteen yards away and must have seen everything in detail.  When Jan's breasts were exposed the first time her husband had seen everything and he was behind the other caravan at the time.

Jan smiled as she brushed her hair.  She leaned forward as if to brush her hair out from her head.  She gave a terrific tit dangle, moving her breasts as she pretended to work at her hair.

She stood up, shook her hair back, deliberately bouncing her breasts and came back to the seats at the back of the caravan, out of the forester's view.

Her husband fondled her firm breasts which she had offered to him as he sat.  He worked the nipples and pressed them into her.  She really liked that. 

He reached into the red knickers.  She loved being fingered and he obliged, soaking her up quickly with a few strokes.There would be no rush to bring her.  She hadn't finished the show yet.

"What have you got in your bag?"

"Oh...some knickers, some one piece lace bodies and a few bras."

"I think you should try some of them on."

"I agree," she said and she smiled.  She stood up and walked over to  the open door, standing at her bag, topless, as if unaware of the forester.  She looked terrific.

She turned her back to the forester and bent over and stayed down, pretending to be going through the sports bag.  She was of course flashing the thong rear of the red knickers.  She liked her bum and liked the idea of being looked at with so little on. 

He noticed that Jan had taken out her toiletries bag.  She took out a bottle of coconut body oil and turned to face the forester. 

She squirted coconut oil into her hand, placed the bottle on the side of a unit and massaged the oil into her left breast, holding it steady with her other hand.  She worked the oil well in. 

She took oil and rubbed her cleavage and then took another handful and repeated the breast massage on her right one, again knowing to hold the breast out at the forester as she worked.

She finished off by rubbing both breasts with the flat of her hand, looking down at herself as if to check the result.  Her husband could smell the coconut fragrance filling the warm caravan.

Again she knew to pause the show, to tease the forester in his admiration.  She went over to her husband.

Jan crouched down and took her husband's cock out knowing it would be at its full nine inches.  She handled the cock slowly and rhythmically, stroking it and sqeezing it with just the right touch. 

She took the skin back and studied the head in detail, examining it from different angles.  She had her fingers in her fanny, pleasuring herself.  She liked his cock.  She often described it as "This fantastic thing."as she held it close to her face.

She went back to the doorway.  She took out a pair of black knickers and stood facing her admirer.  She held the black knickers out as if checking them then, in one move, she dropped her red ones and stepped out of them.

The forester was no longer interested in his paper.  He preferred to look at the naked Jan's dark brown pubic hair in its lovely, natural, perfect triangle. Jan pretended to drop the black knickers and took her chance to turn and bend over, legs apart. 

She knew the forester would see right up her and would have an open view of her large, striking inner labia.

She stood, full frontal,  in the nude, for about thirty seconds, all innocence, not even  realising for one moment that her 55 year old her observer was now standing, staring across at her, taking everything about her body in, looking right at her, wanting her.

She stepped into the black knickers and worked them up her legs and thighs, stretching the fabric, parting her legs, for her forester, to twist herself in them before finally taking them fully up and snapping them into place.

As a final touch she lifted the black knickers aside and parted herself for him, as if examining herself with a finger.

Jan Stater was reading her 'Softie's Guide to Sea Canoeing in The Hebrides', section 69, 'Canada's over There'.

It was great.  She'd got it on the web for $69  It was full of details for off-the-beaten-track sea expeditions.  It was summer-only canoeing and the guide stressed the dangers of the Atlantic waters, turquoise-blue and white shell-sanded though they were.

'With the sun out blazing and the water flat calm there could be no better activity,' Jan thought to herself.  

Actually, Jan could think of perhaps one activity which could surpass the thrill of sharing the waters with the dolphins, porpoises and seals.  Better not to think of the Orca whales.

Where was Hu?  Jan had started a three week summer holiday menage-a-trois three years ago.  Summer on the island would never be the same again.

Three weeks of anything-goes sex with the bronzed, muscular, shaven-headed sail-boarding, body-boarding, sailing, speedboating, Leeds hunk and his enthusiastic lovely wife, Sam.

Sam, more accurately, was dead keen and very enthusiastic with her open bisexuality.

Jan was useful to Sam, playing the role of beginner in the girl on girl frolics.

She was more useful to Hu, it could be said, as a fellow water sports enthusiast.  Sam was too pretty, too delicate, too girlie to think of getting her feet  wet and her hair spoiled.

No, Jan was the one for Hu.  It didn't do any harm that she was a summer slut and very happy with her lot. She loved the physicality of the sex with Hu. 

She loved it even more when it happened on the secluded beaches and islets.  Some of them could be approached on foot, at low tide, as well as by sea.  If luck would have it there might be naturists and sun worshippers there to be hospitable to.

Jan had discovered the unsurpassable sexual thrill of the solitary nude man on a sun-dazzling, white-sanded strand. 

Full, unrestrained, skin-to-skin adventurous sex on the beach with a stranger...Maturity brought many advantages, Jan Stater had learned. 

It was only natural that, after twenty years of summering on The Island Jan should be willing to share her knowledge with these interesting men from around the world. 

It was not surprising that bare brown-fannied, sleeveless-topped, braless chatting with a sun worshipping nude male, cock and balls on parade, sometimes erection flaunted, often circumcised, always foreskin rolled back, head out, gleaming crease there for a lady to enjoy, should lead on to more. 

No, it was hardly surprising that all of this should lead on to much, much more. 

'Ah.'  There was Hu. He was carrying the red fuel can for the speedboat.  He would be planning to go with Jan to the Isle of Grey Seals.  They'd tow the canoes out and back. Hu would put his sailboard on his canoe.

Once the two of them got to Seal Island they'd use the canoes to approach the seal colony and make contact with the family of forty or so grey seals. 

The seals were, to some extent, used to the canoeists.  Nonetheless they all gathered in an almost eerie circle, black shining, salt water-dropletted heads bobbing as they encircled the canoes and stared, big eyed and long-moustached at their visitors.

They weren't to know, that the lady canoeist in the red kayak was topless under the lifejacket and wearing a very sexy little pair of transparent dark blue lace panties, were they?

Hu suddenly stopped where he was and made a 'smack myself in the head' gesture.  He pointed to the barn and held up the fuel can. 

Jan nipped her lower lip with her top teeth and smiled her huge smile.  She nodded, exaggeratedly.  Hu would  be off for ten minutes collecting petrol from the tank kept over at the tractor sheds.

Jan watched as her soon-to-be-fucker made off to the barn.  Shirtless and in shorts, even from a distance he was summer-tanned sex on stilts.

Jan chuckled to herself at the almost unbelievable sexual tension of these, now annual, three weeks of shared sex by the beach.

Jan lay down on the white shell sand beach, feeling the comforting wamth of the heated sand against her bare legs and arms.

She snuggled into the sand, closed her eyes  and went into relaxation mode.  The sounds of a Hebridean late July were all around .

The calls of the oystercatchers bit into the near silence of the land. In between the long oyster catcher calling came the frenetic shrieks of the swifts guarding their nests over on 'Bird Strike Island'.  Far away the grass cutting and baling machinery thrummed softly and steadily. 

Always there were the gentle, calm sea sounds of high summer by the Atlantic's edge.

Jan's mind, swamped with sex, turned to how it had all emerged over the years.

She'd been with Him for 25 years. They'd married young, fucked each other half to death in every way possible, except for THAT. 

The sex had been good, always, AMAZING, often.  They'd kept up the outdoor pursuitism into their forties and the sex reflected their still-lithe athleticism.

Jan had, almost never, faked her orgasms.  Being rogered for two hours at a time usually led to an outcome.

Whether Hubby was always the one in Jan's mind doing all the fucking was another matter altogether.

Jan did like to imagine all kinds of men at her, on her and in her.

As the years went by and after pretending not to be miles away in her mind as she closed her eyes, shook and gripped furiously with her tight thighs as she took pleasure through herself in pulsing, overwhelming waves, one night things changed.

Hubby had been trying to fuck Jan since about 12.00, lunchtime.  It was a hot, still, blue-skied Aberdeen summer's day and the sap had risen right up. 

The three kids were everywhere.  Every time Jan's short skirt, which she'd changed into for ease of access, was rolled up to her waist and her legs spread, wet fannied, there'd be footsteps and  'MUUUM, WHERE ARE YOU?'

Hubby would dive, fully erect into the en-suite while Jan quickly jumped up, wriggled her skirt back down and stood at the bedroom door trying to bribe her little ones to eat Munchies in the garden tent, or whatever.

Nothing worked, of course, and  after a few failed attempts at the fuck, Jan drew the line.  It would have to wait till later.

She'd said, at the fourth attempted go, soaking-slitted, "It's not fine is it, getting up to full throttle and having to keep stopping...We'll have to wait till later..." 

A deflated Hubby had to get on with his sales, also.  The moment had passed.  The deed had yet to be done.

There is, of course, something about starting and stopping.  Something in the glances that pass between the two roused and plotting players, waiting for their moment.

So the day passed.  The three kids wouldn't and couldn't be put off.  Neither did Jan, or Hubby, want to keep them at bay.  The sex would have to wait.  Rounders and Catch  had to be seen to.

Hubby lay in bed, showered, naked and erect, ready for Jan.

Jan was taking a little longer than the usual pre-fuck quick shower but Hubby was patient.  He wasn't planning in letting the hard-on go for another two hours anyway.  He could wait a few more minutes.

He'd heard the shower switch being clicked off and could work out that Jan was busy with preparing herself for sex.

He heard the bathroom door opening and felt that final surge of blood force his cock to tingling full attention. He pulled his foreskin fully back.  The bedroom door opened.

She was fuck-lovely, in her own way.  

Three kids on she was no model, never had been really, even when she was a 19 year old size 12.   She was certainly fuckable, though and did not hold back from the fun and games.  They both knew what the other liked and wanted.  There were no inhibitions.

Jan had taken a bit of trouble, no doubt enjoying her preparations.  Hubby was just a soap, shower, shave and shampoo bloke.  It was up to Jan to provide the perfume and the fragrancing.  She'd lotioned herself with something new.  She smelled wonderful.

She'd put her dark brown hair up in clasps, unusual for the paige-boyed Jan.

She'd got on new stockings, flowered at the decal, dark hooped at the top of the thigh.  The stocking grips nipped into the thigh flesh, just a little.  NICE.

Her underwired little bra was hoisting the 36Cs up well. giving her cleavage.  The nipples were clearly defined, already stiff, pushing through the white lace of her top.

The knickers, as usual high-legged, were thonged at the back and transparent at the fanny.  Her dark brown pubes were lurking under the thin film of stretchy white lace.

Jan walked up to the bed, leaned over, tit-dangling and flung the duvet back to the bottom of the bed.

Hubby was revealed, naked, rock hard in the cock, foreskin back, glint in the eye.

Jan got on the bed kneeling and gripped the cock tight.  Hubby worked her thighs and nipples, slowly, gently.  There would be a lot of touching, stroking, rubbing and licking to come.  There was no rush.

Hubby could feel the already well-damp knicker crotch.  Jan was up for a long one... 

Jan wanked the cock hard and furiously.  She wasn't bothered if she got Hubby to the point of climax there and then.  If he took her hand away she knew to leave the cock alone for a few minutes to calm down.

Jan was doing her softest and gentlest cocksucking on Hubby in between the hand wanks. She was changing position as she worked. 

On her knees, going down; then curled up at the just-washed cock, pussy-like, legs raised and spread, maximum fanny flash on view; then back on her knees, Hubby kneeling opposite and offering hard cock to her at face level.

Then off the bed, leaning down on the cock and balls, Hubby stretched out, passive just letting Jan lick the rim and suck hard and strongly at the crown, hands-free, Jan pulling at it with her mouth as if to stretch it as far as it would go.   

She was having her head brought onto the cock, gentle pulls being put on her kneck and head as Hubby offered her what she was so much wanting to suck. 

Even if she wanked Hubby off in one she knew that he could recover in 15 minutes and would be raring to go agin.  He could masturbate himself back up no bother while Jan was fingered, licked, rubbed. 

They would both work at Jan.  She used her fingers as and when she wanted, often stimulating clit, crack and nipples.  Hubby would use his own box of tricks to keep her interested.

Things were going well for Hubby and he was taken to near climax repeatedly.  The erection was, if anything, still harder, the head gleamimg and shining purple, smooth and tight-skinned.

Jan was wet and warm, hard nippled.  She took the clit-fingering off Hubby with sighs and little moans.

She sighed out her satisfaction as Hubby tongued at the slippery cleft, teasing at the clit with his deft, careful fingers.

It wasn't enough.  Having held back since mid day they were both after a sensational fuck.

Hubby put Jan on her back, moved a pillow under her head for support for what was to come.  Jan pulled her right tit out of the bra having been, so far, sucking and wanking one-titted.

Both breasts, heavily nippled, hung over the wiring of the bra.  They would stay like that for the next two hours as they were flashed, dangled and squeezed up against Hubby. 

The tits looked good with the cock in beween them or with the nipples brushed lightly over the shining purple of the dick.

Hubby raised Jan's knees, spread them and lifted the thin knickers aside.  He worked his fingers deep and firm but still gently over everything.  He probed a finger into the wet entrance.

He stabbed the rock hard cock against Jan's outer legs, on her belly, letting her feel the warm length of the firmness that she was going to go on.

Hubby had taken over.  Jan knew that he was up to something.  Her eyes gleamed a little and a quizzical little smile appeared on her lips as she took the fingering and waited for something new to happen. 

Her increasing interest in things could be felt in the amount of slippy film beginning to coat what would soon be taken.

Hubby fingered her, full length, pausing at the upstroke to vibrate her at the clit.  Jan moaned some longer moans.

"You could show yourself to other men, like this, legs spread.  You look good.  You wouldn't need to be shy...you are 45..."

Jan's legs flexed and opened as wide as she could spread them she as she gave a huge gasp.

"You could show yourself to somebody at work...to somebody who is retiring soon... to someone that you could treat...to someone that you like...to someone who has felt your bra strap...."

Jan gripped her knees tight and almost came.  Hubby took his fingers off her fanny and let her compose herself and hold on to the feeling.

In a few moments Jan had got herself under control.  She was fingered a few times, and clit-teased.

"You could show yourself... everything... legs wide apart... breasts out...to...The Colonel...."

Jan's fanny soaked up, instantly.  Her juices were running.  She was writhing on the bed. She was rolling her head from side to side on the pillow, drawing in loud gasps

"YESSSS..." she shouted.

This was more like it.  Hubby had got Jan going.  It would be a long session.

Hubby concentrated on Jan.  She was miles away but still remembering to do some cock pulling to keep Hubby on the go.  Not that that mattered.  If she was too far gone to remember, Hubby could see to that himself, Jan watching approvingly through half-open eyes.

"You could wait till you were on your own in the Staffroom...you could sit carelessly...very carelessly....you would wear one of your short skirts...you would have on lace knickers, very lacey, very see-through...you would know that your pubes were on show..."

Jan was boiling and ready to come.  Hubby knew that she could not always be counted upon to hold on.  He wasn't nearly finished with the routine but he knew that Jan would have to be fucked SOON.

Hubby moved in between Jan's legs, spreading her willing thighs wide.  He did his favourite lifting aside of the soaking knickers, took in the fresh, strong sex scent of the soaking fanny, offered up the cock to her entrance and fucked her in one.

He pushed in slowly and powerfully, dipping her up to the hilt.  He held the cock at full depth and ground against her bone. 

Jan was in submissive near-climax.  She was holding on to it, trying to build it up as high as she could before crashing into the ecstacy of her imminent bursting climax.

"Then... you could..." Hubby was fucking her slowly and gently, giving deep thrusts all the way up before pulling back to tease the entrance with the helmet.  "Then...you could...."

Hubby's narrative was slowing down as he got very close to his own moment.  It was all down to timing and skill now. 

Could he hold the spurts back until Jan fell into irresistible orgasm?  Could they pull off perfect timing with him filling her up as she writhed and thigh-squeezed in her moment of total pleasure?

"You could...you could go to the ladies, remove the knickers and meet The Colonel in his office...you could sit, legs spread, no-knickered for him...you could sit on his desk, next to the pilot figurine...you could let him pull a seat up and take in the view as you pose...willingly...you could tell him that you enjoy watching men wank their admiration at you...that you take that as a compliment...you could wipe him down after he'd finished...

Jan fell.  She gasped, closed her eyes, squeezed at hubby with her thighs.  Hubby lay, full- weighted on Jan shafting her fast and deep.  Jan felt Hubby twitch.  She felt the cock throb.  She felt the warm drops landing deep inside, six pulses given.

She held Hubby tight, pulling him into her and onto her, arching her back to take as much of the good-sized cock as he had to offer.

Jan relaxed her grip and lay back, still and big- smiled.

She gave some of her just-fucked little giggles.

"Wow", was all she said as they both collapsed into recovery mode.  They'd both be ready for more within 30 minutes.  This particular session was nothing like over.

From now on, sex would never be the same again.  Jan was now free to imagine any man of her choosing giving and taking from her any kind of sex that entered her mind.  She could begin to share her fantasies with Hubby.

Hubby would ask and she would tell.

Jan couldn't wait to get on with it.

A new stage in their sexual great adventure had begun.

"Jan, Hola! Are you up for it?"

Jan opened her eyes and looked up at the shorts' bulge posed for her on the sand slope above where she'd been taking the sun.

"Oh YUS, Hu....I tink I might just be....let's go, Gorgeous Cock..."

They'd turned the critical corner by the rocks at the head of the loch.  They called this point 'Tit Corner', when alone together.

From there on they could not be seen from the farm or beach.

Next stop the hot soft-sanded beaches of The Isle of Grey Seals.  The only visitors at this time of day would arrive by boat, canoe or yacht. 

Occasionally some adventure-seeking overnight campers, mainly young folk, would have taken advantage of low tide to walk over the strand and spend the night in tented, secluded, uninhabited island bliss.

It was traditional for Jan to strip off her tight sleeveless top two minutes after they turned at 'Tit Corner', revealing the good, heavy breasts of her mid forties.

Once topless and bare-breasted, Jan would move over to Helmsman Hu and pull his shorts or little blue trunks, or whatever, off to reveal his large, impressive, big brown-bearded cock and balls.

Hu would not be needing the shorts again that day, until, of course, they were almost back at 'Tit Rock'.

Their little private joke was that, once, a Blue Tit had actually landed on their boat just as they rounded the corner to escape the view of the other holidaymakers back at the camp. 

It was, therefore, entirely natural to refer to that spot, from then on, as 'Titty Rock', innit?

Jan loved the thrill of having her bare-cocked stud helming the boat while she sat, taking in the breathtaking views on offer...on the way to their favourite little spot.

Hu seemed perfectly happy with his tanned topless shipmate too and sometimes, even en route, the evidence was before Jan's very eyes.

Jan Stater's classroom telephone buzzed.  She had the luxury of an extension going through to her teaching area at the back of the school.  She could hardly be expected to jump over the climbing frame and negotiate the swings to get to the phone, could she?

"Hello, Jan Stater."

"Jan, it's Joss Ditto.  Can you speak for a minute?"

"Yes, Joss, go ahead." 

The school was in crisis.  The Governors had fallen out with the Staff over the issue of co-education.  Most of the Governors saw the business and financial sense of selling up the site and going to a state of the art newbuild.  The land assets had astronomical value in oil-rich Aberdeen.

The books, stretched by the ever increasing teachers' wages bill would look better if they could double their pupil numbers.  The girlies no longer brought in enough cash.  There'd also been the sex scandal which made it to the papers. HEAD GIRL FUCKED BY TEACHER

The telephone rang in Jan Stater's Aberdeen house.  It was mid evening on a blisteringly hot late July day.  Hubby had just come in from his sales visits.

He'd made a decision years ago that the annual six weeks of summer Hebridean family holidaying would continue, even though, in recent years, he'd found himself trapped in his business for the duration.  At least his kids didn't spend the holidays standing under the lamp-posts at the top of the street, bored.

Hubby looked forward to his daily telephone briefings on how the sun-baked cycling, canoeing, wet-suited sea-swimming, fishing, rock-pooling, raft-building, air-rifling and walking and rock-scrambling activities were going.  He had taught all of his kids how to do these things since they were aged about 2.

It pleased him to hear that his kids, together with their summer friends, were busy roundering, footballing, beachcombing, beach-volleyballing, sand-castling, bonfiring, bbqing and marshmallow-toasting till well past midnight and its still warm half daylight.

Hubby wasn't expecting Jan to call since she'd already phoned his mobie when she got back fom the little island, on the last ferry, at 6.30.

'Hello...'

'Hiya, it's me.  Howsu? The kids are down at the ticket office.  An ice cream van has turned up.  They're down buying cones.  They're going to do roller blading with their pals. The coaches have all gone for the day.'

'Is it still warm?'

'It's luverly.  The sun's been out since 11.00.  The wind dropped about 12.00.  There's enough of a slight breeze to keep the midges away.  We've had a super day.'

'I'm not jealous...'

'I WANT YOUR BODY...'

Hubby was not uninterested in this revelation fom Jan Stater.  The only, not inconsiderable, difficulty was that Jan Stater was some 250 not-as-the-crow-flies miles away fom Aberdeen.  It was a 6 hour drive across to the West Coast and the ferries did not kick off at Oban until after 8.00 the next morning.

'Are there any adults with the kids?'

'Yus.  Pom and Stu are fishing down at the pier.  They're staying there till sunrise.'

'OK.  Tell them that you're going off to fetch drinking water.  Then go down to the phone kiosk past the junction.  That one where you look down on the Paps of Jura.  Phone me from there.'

'OK.'

'Oh, one other thing...MAKE SURE YOU TAKE YOUR KNICKERS OFF IN the white van BEFORE YOU GO INTO THE PHONE BOX.'

'ooooohhhhh!!!  I'll go and speak to Pom.  I'll be about 20 minutes...Bye.'

It was plausible.  The only source of drinking water which didn't need boiled was the community tap outside the whitewashed toilets, by the one-appliance fire station, in the next village.

From time to time, Jan Stater did indeed collect cool, fresh burn water, for drinking, from the tap.  Hebridean summer visitor life. 

Staggering down the ten steps that let down from the outside tap to the parked white van, carrying five gallons of peat-browned, natural, chilled, hill-sourced water was, after all, part of the summer fun.  Hubby could carry ten gallons down to the white van, five in each hand, no bother, when  he was present. 

Hubby filled in a bit of time while waiting for Jan to phone.  He would call her back from his computer in the house.  Hubby had the avantage of 'hands-free' telephone technology at his disposal.

His mind drifted to random flashbacks of sex with Jan Stater.  there was plenty to choose from.  They'd been banging each other for twenty nine years.  They'd never run out of ideas, at least not for any length of time.  The Drama Teacher in him could prove useful. 

Whatever he came up with he could cunt on Jan to offer up her cunt.  She had never been one to hold back, from when he got into her knickers, two weeks after he met her, in the late seventies, as a 19 year old student, all those years ago, right up to the present day.

She'd been neat then, size 12, pert little 34Bs, small waist, slightly bigger, 36" child bearing hips underneath.  She had a really good, long slitted, big lipped, dark-brown-triangled fanny.  Tight, really tight, of course.  Unused and untouched by anyone, so she said.  Indeed, unseen by male eyes, so she claimed.

When he got her back to his house for their first time alone together, after the heavy petting had progressed and before she was ready to give full sex, she hadn't hesitated when he asked her if the knickers came right off.  Until then they'd been  fondling and masturbating each other in parks and corners in student dance halls.

She had climaxed a couple of times already from the masturbating but he'd not had his chance to let her pull him off. 

He'd seen her fanny and fingered it, knickers lowered, with her seated on a park bench and seated in dance hall corners.  It wasn't the same though, was it, as getting her to lie down, take her knickers right off and open her legs?

She'd let him unbutton her blouse, pop her bra hooks, free up her beautiful breasts, bring out her lovely hard 19 year old nipples to be teased and sucked.

Lying down on the sheepskin rug, in front of the electric fire, flowery cotton knickers and smoked-spice tights pulled off and stashed in her handbag, legs spread and bare fanny willingly revealed, she'd guided her 18 year old to finger her just where and just how she wanted.

She'd said to him, whispering, giving little sighs, 'Do the top bit...stroke it at the top...there....don't press...do it gently...do it slowly...'

Hubby remembered that, for a claimed beginner at these things, she seemed to know how to give him a good wank as she took the fingering of her soaking crack, clitoris bud hardened solid.

Hubby remembered the wetness on her and the instant response to her being touched.  He remembered the film of juice running down the inside of her thighs.  He remembered the fresh sex smell of her flowing, clear lubricant. 

He'd been well brought up, private-school-educated.  It was the late seventies.  He made no attempt to force her to fuck and she liked that.

When they'd both climaxed for the first time together and after she'd, rather deftly, for a complete beginner, got a tissue from her handbag to wipe the cum off her tits, drying boyfriend's cock with a second, unused tissue, expertly, she'd smiled her huge smile and said, 'Now THAT REEEEEELY does something for me...'

Hubby had wondered, more than once, whether she was the quiet 19 year old virgin in from her little coastal town that she claimed to be.  She was, after all, in her second year.  She was almost two years older than him, almost 20.

Hubby thought of the time when, one summer weekend, soon after the fucking for real had started, they both dashed upstairs to the back bedroom when her elderly parents went off to do the shopping.

He had her knickers off her bare legs in seconds.  Her tits were puilled out over the top of her seersucker-topped summer dress, instantly.

She'd got his cock out equally efficiently and wanked it up furiously, top teeth nipping lower lip, eager willingness gleaming in her eyes.

He'd said to her, 'You could do a handstand against the door and I'll put it it up you...'

He'd been half expecting her to be shy, to say no, to suggest something else.

However, no probs.  Down she went in a flash.  Up went the hillwalking young legs, down fell the dress, out flashed the spread, soaking pink lips of the brown-pubed and good-slitted snatch and in went the athletically-given rock hard cock, very nicely too, thank you.

After she'd cum, in no time, she was up for a second fuck, in minutes.  Wet with her unlimited juice, cum running down her thighs, she took her second fuck as a backward wheelbarrow, arms braced behind her, splayed-legged, fanny poked out, receptively, at the proffered, good-sized cock, eyes fixed on what he was doing to her and what she was taking. 

Basicly...she was up for any fuck, any how, any time. Things hadn't changed that much, even these days in her late forties.  Jan Stater was a GOER.

Hubby fast-forwarded.  The fantasy mature sex was often brilliant.  Like any man he liked the idea of her being fucked by the  men around her. 

She'd been open about her sexual desires for the men she worked with.  It was a girls' school.  She wasn't spoiled for choice but there were the  two ex men-in-uniform to consider. 

And, of course, the visiting Marines and their Bandsmen. 

Then there were the visiting Businessmen speakers, the Cops, the Solicitors, the Coach Drivers, The Electricians, the Architect, The Burglar Alarm  mannies, the Plumber The Security Consultant, the Window boys the Computer Boy, the Postie...

It had been a bad result when HIMSELF had been caught fucking the Head Girl  (You couldn't make THAT  up, could you??) and had to leave, taking with him the only obviously decent and busy cock in St Anonimous. 

The Staffroom view, amongst the ladies, led on by Mrs Stater, was that the Headmistress of St Anonimous, Mrs McCabe had, at her timetabling board, found out for herself MORE THAN ONCE why the Head Girl had been so tempted...MORE THAN ONCE! 

Jan Stater had mind-fucked them all, using Hubby just as an erect cock.  Some of her most extravagant sexual behaviour had been directed at these men, over the years. 

It had been a long marriage.  You had to keep things going a bit, didn't you? 

Hubby didn't object, after all these years, to her mind-straying.  Of course, he did wonder whether she told him everything about her involvement with the men around her at St Anonimous with whom she contemplated fucking.

She'd asked for sex one afternoon.  She was at her best when she instigated sex.  Often it would be a first thing in the morning move, or, as in this case, mid afternoon.

Hubby had made some phone calls to the workshop while she vanished for some girlie time in the bathroom.  She'd got the putting-in of her cap down to a fine art.  It never got in the way.  She could be prepared, creamed-up and cap-inserted in less than two minutes. 

Of course it gave her a chance to get her own fingers on her bits.  No harm in that, after all.

Hubby came in to the upstairs lounge to find her seated on the couch.

She'd put on an a blue, button up, calf length cotton A-line skirt and she was wearing little blue court shoes with a nice heel.  She'd put on a little three-button wool top, sleeveless, arm baring, quite low cut. 

There was no bra and Hubby could see the hanging, heavy breasts outlined, nipples protruding even through the thickness of the wool. 

She liked wearing that top to work.  The male teachers could see into the deep spaces around the arm holes, get a good view in to her bra and underarms, especially if she leaned forward a bit to let the weight of her breasts pull at the top.  Nice.

She'd not shaved her underarms that day or for a couple of days.  She wasn't hairy but there was a dark, sexually-suggestive shadow showing as she raised her arms to fasten her dark brown hair up in a clasp.

There was something else though.

They'd been recently fucking their way through scenarios involving her and The Colonel from the school. 

He was a retired veteran helicopter pilot who'd been under fire in The Falklands.  Jan Stater was impressed by that.  There was also a bit of 'what might have been' when Jan thought back to her teenage exploits amongst the Lossiemouth pilots and aircrew at the Two Red Shoes up in Elgin.

She'd kept remarkably sturm about all of that over the years but she did let slip once that she was familiar with the internal layout of the white-painted crew accommodation blocks on the edge of Elgin. 

She knew that he liked her.  She'd told Hubby how The Colonel had one day, in the empty school office at St Anonimous, placed his hand on her shoulder, let it linger, just a bit too long, how he had pressed on and felt Mrs Stater's bra strap. 

She'd had on a lacey white bra that day.  It was showing through her thin white blouse, she told Hubby.  Her nipples were up, she'd said.

She also told hubby that the blouse was a bit on the tight side.  Her good breasts were opening up the buttons.  She knew that she was on show throught the straining buttons and the gaps between them.  She knew that The Colonel would have been looking.

Hubby asked her what she did.  He wasn't entirely sure if he believed Jan when she said that she just looked at The Colonel, not saying anything. 

Did that mean she nipped her lower lip with her top teeth?  Was the look a disapproving look, or knowing, or coy and inviting?  Hubby would never know.

They'd worked their way through various options open to her.  Initially Jan was letting The Colonel masturbate her in his office, in the school, as she sat, short-skirted, knickers-off, legs opened wide, on his office table, by his double-barrelled name plate, next to the pilot figurine.

He was seated in front of her in a pulled-up chair, wanking his massive  pilot-warrior cock at her.

Then she thought of giving him hand jobs in hotel rooms, after inservice training days at the school,  both naked of course and Jan taking good, slow masturation from The Colonel, while giving same to him.

Jan  Stater took to that idea well.  On the second time it was used she played it out just a bit further. 

She was on the bed with Hubby, seated next to him.  She was being led through some mutual masturbation with The Colonel, in a hotel room, after work.  Jan Stater was awash.

She was cock-handling Hubby but away in a world of her own with The Colonel and his full attentions.

She was staring fixedly at the erection, giving slow, full shaft pulls, stretching the skin back, thin.  She was applying a tight grip, squeezing, urging the cock up to full hardness.

As she was slit-pleasured, she let out a gasp.  She swept her dark brown fringe back out of her eyes with her left hand, keeping her hand there to hold her fringe back for what she had in mind.

Without a word she moved swiftly on to her knees, dipped at the shining purple head, and almost self-consciously, put her warm, moist mouth over the head of the cock.

For just a moment she was almost unsure, waiting perhaps for Hubby to object to her so obviously imagining cocksucking The Colonel.

Jan needn't have worried.  Hubby hardened still further, poked his cock in Jan's mouth all the way, making her swallow the pushed back saliva and said to her, 'I think The Colonel would appreciate you doing that for him...you're very, very good at it...'

Jan Stater needed no further encouragement.  The deep, powerful, unrestrained sucking of The Colonel began and, accompanied by Jan Stater's fabulous, expert masturbation, it continued for an hour until Jan gasped out her huge climax around The Colonel's well polished, gleaming, pre-cum-coated, satin-smooth head.

Hubby had put his mobile phone on silent as he entered the lounge.

JAN STATER WAS FORTY+ FUCKING, PHEREMONAL PHENOMENAL.

She was sitting on the couch.  She'd opened four out of the five skirt buttons and two out of the three buttons on her top.

She had her legs spread wide.  There were no knickers to get in the way. 

She sat with her two hands placed, fingers spread, on the dark hoops at the top of her stockings.  She smiled, as if nervous, and looked away, almost. turning her head to the side. 

Hubby's stage 2 stiffie went into full stage 3 erection instantly.  His cock was bursting out, forcing its way upwards, past the trouser waist band and against his belly, burning.

Jan giggled softly and nipped her lower lip with her top teeth.

It was pure porn-posing by the 46 year old Mrs Stater. 

Her dark-pubed fanny looked massive.  Her tufted, curly pubes were striking.  Her vulva looked pinker than ever, almost reddish.  Her lips were swollen full up.  Her entrance looked almost open from where Hubby was standing. She was glistening with juice.

'I think you might just capture his attention... ' Hubby said.

Jan sighed, modestly, shyly almost.  Then she spread her legs just a bit further, just as far as she possibly could.  She looked down at her tits, reached into her top, two-handed and lifted them out of the top and let them dangle, supporting them with cupped hands.

She looked up, smiled and then turned her attention to her right nipple. 

She supported her right tit with her left hand while she stroked her right nipple from the side.  Hubby watched, cock throbbing, as she pushed and worked the nipple into her breast, her favourite nipple stimulation.

Hubby went over and sat next to her.  He felt her tits, touched the hard nipples.  He stroked the thigh area where the stocking tops ended.  He let his fingers creep towards the fanny.  He ran his fingers through the tufted pubes.  He touched her crack with a sideways run of four intruding fingers.

Jan shook and trembled as she gasped.

'CHRIST...YOU ARE SOAKING...HOW DID YOU GET SO WET?'

Jan blushed.  Yes, at 46 years of age Jan Stater blushed.

Hubby didn't really need an answer, of course.  He reached across and took Jan's right hand fingers.  He ran them under his nose and took in the scent.

Jan's fingers were coated with fresh, still moist juice.  She'd taken her chance to get herself ready for The Colonel prior to Hubby coming up from the telephone.

As she let Hubby take the fanny scent off her moist finger tips and as she took his fingers vibrating their gentle way along her slit she moaned, softly, 'O..mi..god...'

Jan was now with The Colonel.  She had to suck cock.

She moved almost methodically, with concentration.  She undid the zip and opened the trouser top button.  She pushed her hand in, flat and took the warmth that was there, on her skin. 

She ruffled the soft, just showered pubes.  She gripped and squeezed the solid cock, taking the weight in it. She held the solidness of the balls in her cupped palm. She ran her thumb between them, creasing the ball sack, separating the balls so she could feel them move.

She then pulled the cock out, shoved the trousers back out of her way and made her move. 

She leaned over, pulled the foreskin right back off the cock and pounced on it, ramming the swollen firmness in her mouth as far as it would go without making her gag.

Hubby let her go off in her dream.  The Colonel was slurped at, almost noisily.  He was sucked tight and long, rim-licked and wanked for at least half an hour. 

Jan was swallowing his cock-taste  on her mouthfuls of saliva time after time.  Increasingly she would have been taking the pre-cum down her throat. 

He experienced Jan doing  hands-free cocksuck pulls, mouth gripping on tight, hands being used to keep her hair back out of her eyes, letting nothing come between her and her cocksucking.

Sometimes she had her eyes closed.  Sometimes she was staring, big eyed, savouring what she was doing to The Colonel, enjoying the masculinity filling her mouth. 

When she was ready, Jan took the cock out of her mouth.  She was ready to let The Colonel fuck her to completion.

Jan lay flat on the couch and took up her submissive 'fuck me now', knees-raised position.

Nothing much was said as she was mounted by her Colonel and fucked straight off.

It didn't take long and it didn't involve much.  She was screwed without any great fuss.  She was simply stuffed a few times, cock and balls ground on her and big hard cock pressed against her bone.

Jan's slit was as soft and as soaked as Hubby had ever felt it to be.

Jan was simply miles away, eyes closed, arms hanging limp by her side as she thought her thoughts and took her pleasure.

She came quietly and with a few little trembles.  She then lay completely still.

It was Hubby's turn.  She'd not closed down as she came and she was still soft and slippery.

Hubby fucked at her for just a few minutes until he took his finishing pleasure off her.

They lay still.  Nothing was said.

A beeping noise came from the clock downstairs in the kitchen.  It was time to pick the kids up from school.

There would, however, be more sex later that night.

The phone rang in Hubby's office.

'It's me.  ring me back...'

Hubby clicked on the computer and listened as the modem trilled its connection to the red phone kiosk overlooking the staggering, massive Paps of Jura rising out of an ultra blue, evening-sun-shimmering, flat mirror. 

The kiosk was perhaps the remotest in Scotland.  The parking space was about 25 metres away on the single track road.  In summer you'd to push through the 2 metre deep ferns to get at the door.  It was completely secluded.  Perfect.

They'd not done this before.  Hands free telephony would prove useful.

'CHRRRRRRIST, I'm feeling randy.  It's the time of the month.'

'Are your knickers off?

'Of course.'

'Pull your zip down...'

'I already have...I've got my middle finger in...oh...oh...I wish you were here...I want you up me...are you doing it?'

Hubby was indeed participating.  He'd his cock out and in use.  The excitement was more at the other end of the phone though.  Jan Stater was nearly orgasmic, already.

'Have you got a bra on...'

'No...just a little top, the lilac one.  I've been out all day braless.  I went shopping...the tourists were looking...one bloke followed me round the stores...I went down the steps to buy a book... he followed me down...I crouched down.. he was looking at my thong down the back of my jeans...I let him look down the top at me...he took a reeeeeely good look...he had shorts on...nice, fit body...tanned..t-shirt...he was erect...his wife was outside...I smiled at him...oh..oh...oh'

'Is the bloke with the camper van still next to you?'

'ohhhhh....yes....he's washing himself in the sea every morning...Pom told me...I watch him...he knows I'm watching...I see him nude in his awning....I open the toilet cubicle window...I'm looking down at him...his cock's beautiful...it's thick...he's got good balls...he's got dark brown body hair...oh, oh, oh...this morning he was holding his cock...it was swollen...not erect...but big....big enough...'

'Wash your hair tomorrow morning in front of him...open the window to its widest ...let him see you dangling your tits....you can run your hands through your wet hair...'

'I'm going to cum....uh...uh...uh'

'Take your tits out of your top...make yourself finish...'

Jan got busy.  Her breathing speeded up, she was gasping.  Hubby timed things at his end.  Just as Jan was poised to climax, Hubby spurted into his cupped palm.  Jan heard his snapped little sighs and came with him.

It wasn't bad for a pair of beginners.  Telephone sex overlooking the Paps of Jura.  Soon it would be cyber sex if they weren't careful.

'Tomorrow, after you've flashed your tits at him, meet him as he walks back from the sea...he'll know to roll his foreskin back for you...don't put on a bra...wear a thong...take a good look at what he's got...just strike up a conversation...'

'OOOOMIGOD....'

Mull Glow and Iona Boy of Mull and Iona