Some time ago, I published three collections of stories set in an English village called Bridgeford. Rather than republish the collections, I thought I'd choose the scenes I really liked. I hope you agree.
Cinnamon Frampton eased herself out of bed, moving quietly so as not to wake her still-sleeping husband. It was lambing season and Nigel Frampton, Bridgeford's veterinary surgeon, had been out the night before attending a difficult birth. When he eventually slipped into bed, freshly showered, Cinnamon expected him to fall asleep exhausted but, to her surprise, he didn't. His mouth met hers in a passionate kiss, taking advantage of Cinnamon instinctively opening her legs to reach down and lube the swollen tip of his cock with the cream oozing from her cunt, positioning it against the opening of her asshole. Both he and Cinnamon let out deep groans of delight when Nigel slowly slid his cock up to his balls in her rectum.
Long ecstatic minutes of mutually pleasurable sodomy later, Nigel dragged his cock from Cinnamon's asshole and clambered up her body, feeding his ejaculating prick into her mouth and pouring gushes of thick sperm down her throat. Cinnamon suckled greedily, loving the taste of her ass on her husband's delicious pole, swallowing time after time until Nigel's balls were drained. Her loving husband managed to sigh, "Thanks babe, I needed that," and then slumped by her side, fast asleep.
When she woke, Cinnamon still had the salty taste of the semen she had swallowed in the back of her throat. She reached for her silk robe hanging on the back of the door, slipped it on and padded downstairs to the kitchen where Rex, the German Shepherd who belonged to Nigel's mother Deirdrah Maloney, who lived next door and was currently on holiday in Spain, climbed out of his basket, his tail wagging and his tongue lolling in happy greeting. Cinnamon bent to give him a scratch behind his ears, suddenly aware of the stickiness of her pussylips and the trickle of sperm oozing from her anus, her bottom barely covered by the soft material of the robe.
For a moment Cinnamon debated whether to slip back to bed and wake her husband by sucking his cock to hardness but decided to stick to her resolve that it was
time-to-do-something
about her ever-expanding plump and curvy butt and the slowly-appearing tummy fold which she could not allow to get any bigger. She had never been fat in her life and she was not about to let it happen now.
That meant the dreaded jogging three times a week and Cinnamon walked across to the utility room where she kept her sweatpants, t-shirt and trainers, bending over to hunt in the clothes dryer for a clean pair of sports socks. She dressed quickly and led the way out the back door to head for the nearby common, Rex following her happily. Cinnamon was fully aware she could think of any number of better ways to burn calories than messing about making a fool of herself with her tits jiggling and bouncing, with them jiggling and bouncing as she sat astride Nigel's flagpole of a cock top of the list...
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Because of her extremely large breasts, Cinnamon had to wear a sports bra when she jogged but she hated to, preferring to leave her huge boobs as nature intended despite the fear they might lose their shape later in life. As far as Cinnamon was concerned that was what surgery was for and she would cross that bridge when she came to it.
Her feet quickly gained a natural rhythm as she jogged across the village green towards the gate that led to the big fields bordering the village, many of which had public footpaths round the perimeter. Rex followed her, stopping every now and then to sniff the base of a tree and mark it with a squirt of pee, and then rushing after her to bark happily.
As she passed other joggers and the occasional dog-walker, Cinnamon noticed they gave her admiring glances and she suddenly realized more or less everything she had was on display under her leggings. The material was stretched taut across her mons and gave her a pronounced cameltoe, undoubtedly brightening the morning of everyone who encountered her. Oh well, she thought, at least her darling hubby would enjoy peeling them off and burying his face between the cheeks of her ass when she got home. Nigel loved nothing so much as giving her asshole a thorough licking when she was hot and sweaty from her morning jog.
It was that thought which motivated Cinnamon to keep going for the forty-five minutes she had set herself for exercise and she was hugely relieved when she reached home, waited while Rex followed her through the gate, and opened the back door. She gave Rex a bowl of water and then padded upstairs, hoping to find Nigel, and his gorgeous erection, still fast asleep.
But he wasn't. Cinnamon heard the shower running and grinned to herself. If her leggings were see-through before they would be even more so when she joined her darling hubby, still wearing them, under the spray. The thought of him pulling the material down and licking her to a delirious orgasm made her shiver with desire.
At least that was the plan but when she opened the door of the bathroom she was surprised to see Nigel was not alone. A naked and very wet teenage girl was standing with her hands outstretched to brace herself, her pert little bottom stuck out behind her which was where Nigel was standing, his hands on the girl's hips, his cock buried to the hilt in the girl's cunt as he fucked her.
Megan, the 18-year-old daughter of Tom and Barbara Stevens, the neighbors on the other side from Deirdrah, had to have been peeking out from between the curtains and the moment Cinnamon left to go jogging with Rex slipped across and let herself in. Judging by the boob-tube and skirt lying on the floor of the bathroom Megan had found Nigel in the shower and stripped off to join him, although usually she only joined Cinnamon and Nigel in their bed when Cinnamon invited her to do so. It had been at least a week since that last happened and Cinnamon could not help smiling, recognizing that, just like her at Megan's age, horny girls need to be thoroughly fucked on a regular basis to keep them satisfied.
Very quietly Cinnamon approached the rutting couple and suddenly shouted, "Boo!"
Megan shrieked and Nigel stepped back, his massive erection leaving Megan's pussy gaping.
Nigel had the grace to look sheepish and Megan, now she knew it was only Cinnamon who caught her being fucked, skipped out of the shower and slid her hands round Cinnamon's waist, pressing herself, still dripping wet, against Cinnamon's body, her face tilted up, her mouth opening for a hungry kiss.
"Minx," said Cinnamon softly, and reached her hands down to cup Megan's pert bum and pull her against her body, her lips seeking those of the pretty little girl, as unable to resist Megan's charms as her husband.
When she broke the kiss, Cinnamon saw Nigel was drying himself, his cock still gloriously hard, a smile on his face. "Get dry and I'll join you both in a minute," Cinnamon said to Megan.
