We establish an interesting relationship during the summer break
Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in this story in real life with real people, you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and are 18 years or older; any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
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I started, raising my head suddenly as I turned, hitting it on a small branch, as searing pain radiated from my ass. I saw Lester grinning at me, a long, thin plum tree shoot still quivering in his hand.
"That hurt," I said unnecessarily as I rubbed my stinging, mostly naked, ass cheeks. "Why did you do that?"
"Sorry, sweetie, I just couldn't resist. Your ass presented such a delightful target as you bent over and it was such a beautifully thin and flexible shoot that I just felt the two should come together."
The stinging pain had gone now, replaced, I noticed, by a really sexy feeling. Of course, working as were did in the bright autumn sunshine, it was unbearably hot, especially now the trees had lost their leaves, so our clothing was minimal. I wore a pair of thong bikini bottoms, which exposed my ass cheeks fully, a situation which Lester had taken advantage of a few moments ago. Lester also wore only a brief pair of shorts, which right now failed to cover the tip of his obviously rigid cock that peeked above the waistband.
"Looks like you're all horny again anyway. Does whacking my ass with a plum cane do that to you?"
"Yes, honey," he said, dropping the cane and approaching me, "I'm sorry, but the thought of doing that, then actually doing it, caused me to feel really sexy."
I noticed that the stinging had now gone and surprisingly I felt sexy as hell. I turned away a little and felt my pussy; sopping! I really wanted Lester to fuck me, but if I did, would this signal to him that I was always available if he whacked my ass? Was it that which caused my feelings, or was it the view of his hard and ready cock? Who cares, I decided as I stepped up to him, embraced him, raising my face upwards to meet his lips. We kissed sexily for a few moments as I felt my juices running down the inside of my thighs. Without breaking our kiss, I rubbed my hands over his back, down his sides and ended up cupping his balls through his shorts. Meantime he had cupped each of my ass cheeks with his hands, pulling me against himself even harder.
A few seconds later we broke apart, he took my hand and headed for a pile of straw used for mulching around the trees, we quickly removed our single items of below-waist clothing, he lay on his back, cock waving in the air for the few seconds before I sat on him, my throbbing cunt engulfing him as I took his long, fat, engorged cock fully inside me. We paused for a few seconds as we savored the new feelings, then began moving back and forth, fucking up a frenzy, which predictably only lasted a few minutes before I screamed my ecstasy, causing him to thrust even deeper before filling me with his hot cum.
We lay together afterwards, our breathing slowing, as we kissed and enjoyed the sensations of each other while remaining coupled, as he slowly shrank inside me. When I'd fully recovered, I stood up, wiped myself with my hand, pulled up my bikini bottoms again, just in case the boss came past, and watched as he pulled up his shorts.
The rest of the afternoon passed quickly as we moved from tree to tree, pruning them back to provide a good base for next year's crop. As the sun lowered towards the western horizon, we gathered the prunings into a heap for collection later, then walked back to our unit. I noticed that Lester had picked up several of the longer and more flexible pruned shoots, so I had little difficulty working out what he had in mind for tonight.
Our unit could best be described as compact; it had a small kitchenette, plenty large enough as breakfast and supper were served in a dining room, a bedroom with a large, comfortable king size bed, and an ablution room and toilet; what more did a young couple on holiday from college need? During the summer period we had been picking fruit for the markets as part of a gang of students on holiday work. However, we had taken a term off, so we'd stayed on longer to prune the several thousand trees. Therefore, we were on our own in the student village, so instead of eating alone, we ate with the manager and his wife in their large house close by, but far enough away to provide a good deal of privacy. I was a screamer, where orgasms were concerned, so had muffled that when the village was full, but now I could give voice to my ecstasy, safe in the knowledge that it was unlikely to carry to the main house, or so I hoped.
We showered, dressed for the cooler evening, then walked arm in arm to the main dwelling.
"Hi, Sharon and Lester," greeted Diane, the manager's wife, "Come in."
We returned her greeting and went through to the dining room, where we greeted Paul, the manager, as he thrust a beer into our hands. We talked business, updating him on progress, until Diane brought dinner through and we sat at the family table to eat. I had noticed as time went on that Paul had started to become more familiar with me. All summer, while there were many other students around, he had appeared stand-offish and aloof, but now I noticed he would often place his hand on mine at the table and I caught him a few times eyeing me up in a more familiar way than I would expect a business acquaintance to do. I also noticed that Diane was flirting frequently and openly with Lester, so wondered where this would all lead, if anywhere.
Once dinner was over, we said our goodnights, Paul placing his arm around my waist and pulling me against him a little more than was simply friendship. I noticed that Diane also thrust herself towards Lester and even gave him a peck goodnight on his cheek, which was a first as far as I was aware.
Once we were back 'home' again, Lester took me in his arms and we kissed and hugged, standing at first, then lying together on the bed as we gradually removed each other's clothing. By that time, I was hot and horny and Lester's horniness was obvious through his light undershorts.
"So, you enjoyed your little encounter with the cane this afternoon," he said with a grin, rolling me over a little to observe my ass cheeks. "There's no marks there so I obviously didn't do it hard enough," he grinned.
"Once the initial shock left, it was quite enjoyable and it certainly enhanced the aftermath," I replied, "And I don't think it would be a good idea to try it harder unless you're feeling lucky."
Lester grinned. "Do you want more?"
I thought about it for a few seconds. Where was this heading? Lester hadn't shown this side of himself in the eight months we'd been an item; had he been hiding it or had he simply tried something today and found he enjoyed both the act and the aftermath? Had I enjoyed it? Not at the start, but I rationalized that as being the unexpected shock, but afterwards, after the stinging abated, I had felt hornier than I'd ever felt before, and the sex had been fantastic. I just hoped that Paul and Diane hadn't heard my scream, or maybe that was why they seemed more familiar tonight. Lester was waiting for an answer. I knew him well enough by now to know that he would abide by my decision, so I thought it best to make it conditional.
