Another Roll in the Hay

I looked at her, horrified. "No please, don't say anything to her!"

She relented. "Ok, but next time ask her to use her mouth. Go down on her. Don't let her dictate terms. She can be selfish but she can also be very generous. Imagine looking into those green eyes as you blast off!"

I smiled ruefully, reddening again. "You think I haven't already?"

Any further conversation was cut short by the sound of car tyres crunching on the gravel outside. "Oh shit, not my aunt back already?"

It didn't sound big enough to have been a horse box but it was best not to risk it. I pointed Beth to the side door of the barn and jumped over a rail into Sasha's box. She worked her way back round to the front of the yard via the tack room and I emerged to find Daisy leaning on a rail next to her beaten-up old Ford. She was feeding hay to one of the horses.

She slowly shook her head as Beth wandered down the yard without a care in the world. "Not you as well. Leave the poor lad alone. You and Jones - cradle snatchers!"

I went into the house to clean up, leaving them to it. I was still in a state of euphoric shock, having just had one of the best hours of my life.

When I emerged, Beth had gone and Daisy was still feeding the horses. "Just popped in as I forgot something I needed to do. Good job I didn't get here earlier, eh?"

I leaned on the fence next to her. "Could have joined us."

She laughed. "I've just wound 'er up about meeting her tomorrow. She wouldn't last five minutes down the Tanners, bless 'er. Was it good?"

"No Daisy. It wasn't good. It was indescribable. Josie is a beautiful woman, but it made my times with her feel like wanking over a porn movie. Beth told me to be more forceful with Josie and tell her what I want."

"And are you going to?"

"Dunno. I can tame Shadow, but I'm not sure I can tame the infamous Jay-En-Jay."

She put an arm around my shoulder. "Only one way to find out, eh? What's the worst that can happen?"

I hadn't a clue, but I was soon to find out.

And if it really was the worst that could happen, I was in for a real treat.

Six

Aunt Megan had at last headed off for her well-earned break. I still couldn't get that image of her from my mind, even when confronted with the very much more alluring form of Josie Napier-Jones.

It was our first time post-Bethany. She had been away on holiday for a few weeks and part of me missed our weekly roll in the hay just as much as my other half was glad I didn't have to go through the ordeal. As ever, she leaned over the hay bale; her pale buttocks thrust up towards me. I had the condom in my hand and was ready to put it on.

She gazed back at me over her shoulder, a hard look on her face, her voice abrasive and grating. "Come on boy, haven't got all day. Get in, fuck hard and get me off. You know the drill." It was almost as though she was taunting me.

I was about to do as she said when Beth's words came flooding back. I thought of what Daisy had said. Despite the fact that one of the women of my dreams was bent over in front of me, holding herself open, I didn't enjoy it. With Beth it had been real. I'd rather sleep with Jaz again than keep going through this charade with Josie. Her words and tone had tipped me over the edge.

I had no idea what I intended to say. It was the same as when I tamed Shadow. I just went with it, hoping I didn't sound like a petulant little boy.

"It's all about you, Josie, isn't it? Never what I want. 'Get me off, Leo'. 'Fuck me Leo'. 'Make me come'. 'Hurry up but don't come too quick'. For all we get out of it, we may as well just wank ourselves off then go home because that's what it feels like to me. How about you do something I might like for a change instead of just demanding a rabbit fuck where you barely even look at me?"

I was shaking like a leaf as she rolled over, her green eyes looking daggers at me. "Go on, or are you done?"

"No, I'm not fucking done. You never even take your helmet off. I want to kiss you, run my hands through your hair. Look into your eyes when we come." I almost whispered the next few words. "Lick you. Taste you, and not just on my fingers."

As with when I was with Beth, I was aware of the noises of the yard around us as I subsided. It seemed almost incongruous to hear a skylark in the neighbouring field as I finished my diatribe.

She stood and pulled up her trousers and for a moment I thought we were done. Just as I expected a sharp slap across the face or a riding boot between the legs, she clapped her hands a few times. "Well said, Leo. That took courage. Probably as much as you showed with Shadow." She sat back down and pointed to a hay bale opposite. "Now, be a good lad and sit down there and hear me out if you don't mind."

Not daring to wonder what she had in store for me, I obeyed, back to the subservient little boy again.

She took off her helmet and shook out her lovely, glossy ringlets. "Ok, helmet off - that's a positive start, yeah? Right, my lovely friend Bethany told me all about your fun and games over this very bale. She was very taken with you. Said you were a lovely lad and I was a nasty old cow for being beastly to you." She paused for a moment. "She got a few extra minutes with the nipple clamps for the 'cow' comment, believe me. I may be nasty and old, but I'm no cow."

She took a vape-pen out of her bag and had a little pull on it. "Never thought a girl half my age would have such an effect on me but look -- she even nagged me to stop smoking because she managed it. Even Izzy's never managed to get me to stop in nearly ten years. So it was no surprise that Beth put me right about you, Leo. I'm sorry -- I've been out of order and thoughtless. Was it really so bad?"

I took a deep breath, never having expected her to be so honest and candid. "It's just -- you're so beautiful and sexy, but it's so mechanical. Fucking by numbers. It should be a dream come true but I get so nervous I can barely stay hard."

She sighed and took another long hit on her vape. "Sorry, my sex-life is pretty damned full-on and I forget not everyone is a dirty old nympho like me." She glanced at her watch. "Fuck, the irony is, I really am in a rush today. I'm taking Izzy to the airport in an hour. She's heading to Hong Kong for a big family birthday." Her green eyes bored into mine. "Otherwise I'd take you upstairs right now and start putting things right."

I laughed ruefully. "I wish..."

"And so do I, young man. I really do. I'm sorry it's not been great and I mean to make amends. I hoped you'd react the way you did today. I made sure I was even more brisk and rude than usual. See if I could get you to react, and you did -- very impressively. Beth's right, you're a lovely lad." Smiling, she pointed her vape-pen at me. "But don't call me what she did, or you'll not get what's coming."

My voice sounded very small. "What is coming, Josie?"

"Well you are going to come, for a start. At least you will if you accept my apology and take on a little job I have in mind for you. Then I can give you a sneak preview of what is to come. So am I forgiven?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Yes, Josie, you are. What job?"

I had never spoken to her for so long, and her voice was mesmerising. She probably could have told me to clean out Sasha's stall with my bare hands and I'd have done it. But what she had in mind was a far more attractive proposition.

"Right, with Izzy away I have a rare free weekend. I am riding Sasha in a charity cross-country event in the New Forest on Saturday, so I will need an able driver and groom. It's an early start and a long day, so I have booked a cottage for Friday and Saturday. Nice and secluded. Away from prying ears and eyes." She raised her right eyebrow. "From the look on your face, I think you're on my wavelength here. The job is yours if you just say the words."

My heart was racing fifty to the dozen. "Oh God, yes, I accept the job. What words?"

She rose from the hay bale, smiling. "All you have to do is tell me what you want me to do to you right here, right now. I'll have to be quick, but it will be very enjoyable. Just say it, and I'll give you a few minutes of bliss today followed by the weekend of your life."

I could barely think straight and spluttered out the words I had longed to say to her for so long. "Josie, would you please take me in your mouth?"

Her head flew back accompanied by a long, frustrated sigh. "Leo, I'm not a wannabee girlfriend. I'm forty-two years old and hanging out for a weekend of lust with a lovely toy-boy. I talk dirty, Leo. I am dirty. If you've heard any rumours about me, forget them. They don't even come close."

Hands on her hips, she went on. "I may just scrape five feet tall, but I'm a big girl. I can take it. Last chance, Leo. What do you want me to do to you?"

It was as if all my birthdays had come at once. I had her permission -- no, I had been ordered -- so I decided again to be bold. After all, it had paid off a few moments earlier. I stood and moved towards her tiny frame, trying not to be intimidated by her steely gaze. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed down hard until she sank to her knees.

I put my hands in her thick red mop and tilted her head up towards me. "Suck my cock. Suck my fucking dick, you horny, sexy bitch."

Her face nuzzled against my groin as she purred in delight. "That's better. So much more fun when it's filthy! I suppose you want to come all over my face as well, don't you?"

Warming to my task, I went on. "Yes, Josie -- I want to shoot my load all over you. Face, tits, belly. I want to fuck you up the arse, I want to hear you scream. I want to fuck you in every position we can think of. I want you to squirt over me and lick me clean."

Smiling, she pulled down my zipper. "Ooh, naughty boy! Going to have to wait until Friday and Saturday, but all of those things are on the agenda. And just to burst your bubble, I ain't pitching up at Gatwick Airport with a face full of jizz, so all good things eh? Just pull out before the end and I'll do the rest."

She took my now throbbing erection in her small hand. "Be worth the wait though. Now, you thought Beth was good. Got news for you, Leo - she's better than most." I shuddered as her tongue ran a circle around my distended glans. "But she's nowhere near as good as Josephine Philomena Napier-Jones."

It began slowly, her tongue flickering, her breath hot on me as she blew on the shaft gently, teasing me for two or three minutes. I had never felt so hard and the feeling as she took me all the way and held me there for an eternity sent shockwaves through me.

Then she upped the ante somewhat. "Take out your anger on me -- I deserve it, Leo. I'm not going to suck your cock, you're going to fuck my mouth. Take my head in both hands and fuck hard. Make me gag, make me feel every inch of every thrust. Show me what you'll do to my pussy very soon."

This time, my fantasy really did come true. I tore into her, the guttural sounds from her throat urging me on, pulling her head towards me as I thrust in, holding her there then releasing time after time. I summoned up every ounce of pent-up anger and blazed away, marvelling at the stream of saliva that poured from her mouth down onto the floor of the stall. It looked like my cum streaming out, but I knew I had to wait for that treat. Her hair was entangled in my fingers and I pulled on it as my balls bounced off her chin.

I went on way longer than I had ever done and as my climax approached I slowed, pulling all the way out before slamming back into her. I dimly realised that I was on trust not to come on her and somehow, at the last moment, I took one of her hands and pulled out, wrapping her fingers around the wet, slippery shaft coated with her saliva.

It only took her three jerks and I shot my load in an arc that I would have given my right arm to see land on her face. This time, unlike with Beth, it did land in the hay, but even so, Josie was right -- I had never experienced anything like it. It was sheer and utter bliss and the thought of going one stage further made me shiver in anticipation.

Josie placed a little kiss on the tip, then tucked me away. Despite the ferocity of my assault, she was barely out of breath and I wondered anew at the things she must be capable of. She held her hands towards me and I pulled her up. With a wry smile, she tugged the tail of my shirt out of my trousers and wiped the drool from her chin.

I stroked her hair, this time a little more gently. "Least I deserved."

"Way to go, Leo. Hard and nasty, just like I said. There's a lot to be said for angry sex. Just make sure it's in the right place and the girl is willing, that's all."

She then pulled me down for a long, lingering kiss. When we broke apart, she grinned up at me. "Better?"

I hugged her to me. "Oh yes, Josie. So much better. Thank you."

Her steely gaze was back. "Don't thank me yet. You're going to be a busy boy over the weekend, both in and out of bed -- and I need to get nasty with you. Pull some hair myself!" She wriggled free of my grasp. "Right, wife to deliver to the tender mercies of British Airways. I'll be in touch soon about the arrangements."

She reached the door of the stall then turned back, stretching the waistband of her jodhpurs outwards. "No, it's no good. No fucking good at all. I'll never make it there and back without pulling over to wipe one out." Her other hand dug down and accompanied by a grunt, emerged holding two orange oval balls attached by a cord. She handed them to me. "You can sniff, lick and wank later. Now get your hand down there and make me come." She gave me a wicked grin. "Only if you want to, of course!"

It felt so good to have her mouth clamped to mine as she squirmed in my embrace and my fingers scrubbed at her clit and wet pussy lips. This time when she reached the door, she grinned back at me. "Fuck, it's going to be a damp journey but that was worth it. See you Friday!"

I crashed back onto the hay bale and began to lick my fingers and the love balls. Her smell and taste were intoxicating and I couldn't wait to bury my face between her legs.

Then I wondered what else she would expect me to do and spent a sleepless night hoping I would be able to keep up with her demands.

Seven

The journey across to the New Forest was short, but a little surreal. There was no mention of what we had done together or what was about to unfold. Just two people discussing life and how we had got to where we were. She was fascinated by Aunt Megan's plans for me and told me all about meeting Izzy and setting up their business, Confection Confidential.

The only time things got slightly racy was when she winked and told me that her version of her first meeting with Izzy was extremely sanitised. I drove on down a tight country lane, trying in vain to concentrate on poor old Sasha in the horse box and not on the things Josie and Izzy might have got up to together.

Josie had arranged for stabling at the yard adjacent to the cross-country course, so we parked up and I got Sasha settled in for the night. By the time I was done, Josie had been hob-nobbing with all and sundry and seemed to know half of the gathered throng by name.

She hooked my arm in hers. "Good to see some old friends. Been a while. Right, let's go eat before we get jiggy -- and if anyone asks, you're my nephew."

I looked down at her. "Ok, Auntie Josephine."

"Behave." Her elbow in my ribs felt like one of Henry's thunderbolts in the nets and I wondered anew if I would survive the night. Maybe my unmarked grave would be in the New Forest and not on the South Downs. Perhaps Daisy may occasionally lay flowers, although knowing her, it would be one of Shadow's pats.

As with Amberside stables, the yard was only a short distance from the pretty little local town and we dined in a pleasant pub, continuing our genteel conversation from earlier. Then we got down to the serious matter of the real reason we were there. I had almost forgotten that there was an event going on and it soon became apparent that Josie was determined to win. I was given chapter and verse on what to do and not to do and hoped I didn't get a similar list later back in the rented cottage.

When I did finally find myself home alone with her, I was expecting a full-on whirlwind. I had imagined trying to put myself back together in the right order the next morning before attending to Sasha. In the end, it was still one of the best nights of my life, but everything we did was slow, sensuous and utterly thrilling.

Once back, she opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. "Usually, young man, I'd have you pinned to that wall right now and be going postal on you. I can still manage a weekend of unbridled, wanton lust just as I could when I was your age. But unfortunately, when a day of riding over obstacles on a thoroughbred intervenes, a girl needs to keep her strength up."

I wasn't aware I had registered any disappointment, but she tickled me under the chin and laughed. "Why the sad face? Just means I don't open my full box of tricks until tomorrow night. Tonight, I show you my gentle side."

Her finger ran across my lips and I took it in my hand and sucked on the tip. "And tomorrow?"

Her eyes burned into mine. "Remember Shadow in the yard that afternoon? I'll make him look like a new-born foal. But for now - come on you fine young man. Let's break you in gently."

She was the complete opposite to how she had been until now; playful, teasing, almost girlish. When I slid my hand up inside her red-checked shirt at her insistence, I was surprised to find she was bra-less.

"Not bad for my age, eh. Mind, they hardly need any support, my little poached eggs."

Her little poached eggs looked mighty fine to me as I slowly unbuttoned her and took one nipple in my mouth, the other in my left hand. I squeezed and sucked gently and was rewarded with a throaty purr. She wriggled out of her leggings and I pulled down her panties. She lay back on the sofa, her shirt wide open, otherwise naked and I finally saw Josie Napier-Jones in all her glory. Her red hair was splayed out on the cushions, her fiery, well-trimmed red bush pointed to the treasures below. She could almost pass for my age as she gazed up at me and I parted her legs.

I willed myself to go slowly, not to rush and get ahead of myself. In the end, I was so into my work that she took me by the hair and ground me down onto her. She tasted amazing, and close-up, her intricate pink folds were a delightful sight. I loved the way they quivered beneath my tongue and were slippery between my lips.

Then I had the sheer bliss of her slowly undressing me before using her mouth on me for the second time. Now she had the time, she really went to town on me and at last I was able to run my hands through her hair, stroke the smooth skin of her shoulders and marvel at those full lips as they teased and tormented me with exquisite skill.

I lost count of how many positions we used and loved it when she ground down on me, my buttocks on the edge of the sofa. But my favourite was the one we used when I got to come inside her without using a condom. Her buttocks were now on the edge of the sofa, her legs up on my shoulders, my hands gripping her ankles as I went in hard and deep. She squeezed down on me as I shot my load into her, her fingers a blur on her clit, urging me on with a torrent of filth that sounded utterly amazing in her clipped, posh accent.

I stayed in her long after we had finished, relishing the feel of her wet warmth, until she smiled up at me. "Well, I think we got there at last young Leo. I hope that was worth waiting for because it certainly was good for me."

I sank to my knees and marvelled at the sight of my cum dripping from this amazing woman's pussy to splatter in little droplets on the wooden floor. I took her in my arms and kissed her as though she was my girlfriend. I was pleased to say she reciprocated in kind and within minutes, my sticky, wet cock was back in her mouth as she primed me for another session.