Inspired by a married couple I have recently been chatting on line with, the following story contains elements of mild D&S between consenting adults. This is a subject I admit to having very little knowledge of, only what I've gleaned from conversations and the internet, so if I've got it wrong, I apologise profusely to anyone who practises that particular little kink and thinks I'm a complete idiot.
Longer than I first intended, the story contains very little in the way of explicit sex until the end and is in no way what could be termed as a 'stroke story', so if that' s what you're looking for, please don't waste your time. Give it a miss and look for something more appropriate to your needs.
As always, any similarities in these stories with persons either living or dead are purely coincidental and not intended to cause offence.
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Oldie
She Hadn't A Clue.
Prologue
The Discovery
Chapter 1
"Oh Bugger!!"
Evie hissed under her breath as she drew up to her parents sprawling Victorian town-house. The 28 year-old had been hoping her mother wasn't going to be in when she dropped her father's birthday card and present off that evening. It was a Tuesday wasn't it? Tuesday was her parents' bridge club night. They should have been out playing the stupid game. Why was their car in the driveway?
"Damn it..."
* * *
Evelyn Trimble, aged 28 and on her second marriage in four years, didn't actually dislike her mother - (actually, she did). It was just that she hated snobbery in any form, and her mother, the one and only Victoria Beatrice Chadderton-Frazer - 64 year-old Physician, mother of two girls, and a woman with an all-consuming superiority complex coupled with a domineering personality - was the biggest snob the young wine-bar manager had ever met. The once-beautiful Victoria had met Evie's father at University, marrying him just after they had both passed their medical degrees.
He
had gone on to be an eminent heart surgeon, before his retirement earlier in the year at the age of 65, whilst his wife had given birth to their two daughters before going into General Practice and eventually becoming a senior partner in a surgery situated, of course, in one of the 'better' parts of town.
It was Evelyn's father, George, who'd begun shortening her name to Evie almost as soon as she'd been christened, much to the chagrin of his wife who's mother the girl had been named after. -
"Why George? We are given our fore-names for a reason, why must you insist on shortening it? It is common and crass, just like the hoi polloi you like to associate with. Everyone will think we are lowly bred if you insist on calling her that horrible name." -
was an argument still going on between the pair, even after 28 years.
George Chadderton was a 'nice' man - that is nice in the true sense of the word. He never seemed to have a bad word to say about anyone. Always polite, and with a bed-side manner that was the envy of every junior doctor he had ever tutored, his devotion to the matriarchal Victoria was living proof of the old saying that sometimes you cannot help who you fall in love with. His two daughters absolutely adored him, much preferring his company to their more-strict mother's when they were children, and even now they were in their twenties, they were still
'daddy's little girls'
...
* * *
Her puritanical mother had brought up Evelyn and her two years older sister, Virginia, to believe that sex was only to be performed between man and wife and, even then, strictly
"procreational not recreational"
- as she'd firmly pointed out in the solitary discussions about sex between her and her daughters on the occasions of their fourteenth birthdays. As a result of her sheltered upbringing, Evelyn would have been the first to admit that she wasn't very good at the physical side of married life. Indeed, that was the reason for his leaving her, her first husband had cited that terrible night when he'd leapt out of bed in frustration after failing once again to persuade his wife to allow him to go down on her, or even, God forbid, have her take his hard penis into her mouth. He'd ignored her tears and pleading with him to stay, and had instead packed everything he could carry into suitcases before walking out of their nice, suburban semi-detached, never to be seen again. Now it was happening again. Her second husband, older and much more experienced, was not prepared to accept his beautiful wife's lack of interest in sex, instead taking every opportunity he could to have extra-marital intercourse, never worrying himself about her anger and shame at his constant betrayal of their marriage vows.
Virginia, on the other hand, had followed her own sexuality. Choosing to ignore her mother's edict about sexual intercourse, she'd met and fallen in love with a lovely black girl called Alicia at university. Knowing in herself that she wasn't physically attracted to men in any way, and was irrefutably one hundred percent lesbian, she'd told her family several years ago about her sexual inclinations, angrily denying her mother's haughty assertion that there was no such thing as a 'lesbian' and it was just an
unfortunate phase
she was going through - a view still held by Victoria to this day.
* * *
Chapter 2
Down-hearted, and resigned to yet another evening of parental back-biting, Evie trudged up the stone steps to her parents' front door. She loved seeing her dad at any time; she even enjoyed seeing her mother occasionally too; it was just that tonight, after yet another blazing row with her husband Kevin about his obvious flirting with her female bar-staff whenever he was around them, she didn't think she'd be able to cope with her mother's snobbish put-downs about her choice in men. Never one to miss an opportunity to point out her daughter was on her second marriage, and to a man who was obviously a serial womaniser who'd already been married twice previously himself before he'd enticed Evelyn down the aisle, her mother was sure to notice she'd been crying on her way over to their house and jump at the chance to denigrate her youngest child.
"Oh well, here goes nothing."
Evie muttered to herself, letting herself in through the massive front door. The murmur of voices, intermingled with the sound of music, she could hear coming from the living room as she miserably made her way the few steps to the half-open internal door, confirmed her worst fears - that for some reason, her parents were not at their usual Tuesday night game of bridge with the other three couples in their group, but instead were at home, watching television and unaware that their daughter was about to unwillingly interrupt their peace and quiet.
Taking a deep breath and pushing her shoulders back in a determined effort to show her mother she was in control of herself, the apprehensive young woman prepared to apologise to her parents for interrupting their evening and quietly walked into the huge, dimly-lit lounge. What she saw then, what she could never un-see, was a sight that was to change her life and her relationship with her parents forever...
"Oh my God, Vicky, you have such a tight cunt for an old lady. I love it when you draw my card out and I get to fuck you again."
On the fireside rug, illuminated by the light from the porn film showing on the television screen, Victoria Chadderton-Frazer was on her hands and knees. Naked, her pendulous breasts swinging and swaying in time with her grunting, she was pushing herself back against the pelvis of the chubby Indian gentleman who was violently thrusting his large brown cock in and out of her well-lubricated vagina.
"Fuckkkk...I love it too, Jiv... You have the best cock of any of our little group... So hard... So deep..."
Dr. Sanjiv Chopra - 58 year-old fellow partner in the same surgery as the lustfully moaning Victoria - laughed out loud, slapping her white buttocks with a resounding crack and extracting a yelp of pain from his panting lover.
"Do you want it up your ugly, white arse again, you old slut? You want my hard Indian cock up your snobby, English arsehole?"
Beneath him, Victoria moaned in submission. He knew just how to treat her to turn her on. She wanted, no
needed
, to be dominated and taken like this. Forced to accept whatever her lover wanted from her. Accept whatever degrading act he wanted to inflict on her old body.
"Ohhh yessss... You evil bastard...Spank my flabby arse and make me howl like like the bitch I am... Fuck my tight hole,... Oh my God, make me cum, for fuck's sake..."
The good doctor chuckled once again, laughing at his lover's moan of disappointment as he slid his cream-covered cock from her grasping pussy and aimed it at her puckered little starfish.
"Here it goes, my little slut. Take my thick, brown cock up your tight shitter. Play with your cunt for me, bitch..."
Victoria obediently replaced his absent cock in her gaping sex with three of her fingers, then moaned with a mixture of lust and pain as she felt his cock press against her clenched rectum and slide deep into her bowels.
"Fuckkkk... fuck, fuck, fuck... So big, so fucking deep..."
Sanjiv grinned in triumph, smug in the knowledge that once again he had his snobbish work-colleague begging for his big cock up her tight arse.
* * *
Catching a small movement in the corner of his eye, the doctor turned his head toward the door, just in time to see a young woman he instantly recognised as his lover's daughter push her hand down the front of her jeans while she stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at his violent rutting with her mother.
His smile widened as he watched the attractive young woman he'd known from being a child. Aware that her daughter was lost in lust-filled fascination as she manipulated her sex whilst watching her mother being fucked in her back-door, he grabbed Victoria's short, grey hair and roughly turned her head to face the enthralled girl.
