Dales - Shepherd's Hut

Thank you for reading my story, another experience in the dale's cottage. I hope that you enjoy. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

As I drove along my little track to the cottage, I saw the Shepherds Hut again. I stopped the car and got out and had yet another look. Most of the woodwork looked okay, it just needed painting. Inside it was dry, it would need new furnishings, and probably the little log burner would need a service. The chassis looked mostly okay, there were a few bits that needed welding, and until we tried to move it, we wouldn't know if the wheels were okay or not. I resolved to text Jacob and agree when he could move it, and where to.

I parked at the side of the cottage and went in, leaving the door open and opening windows in the front sitting room to create a through draught to give the house a bit of an airing. I quickly popped upstairs with my small suitcase, put it on my bed and then opened a window in each of the bedrooms, again to create a through draught.

Back downstairs I carried in my provisions and put things away, fridge or cupboard as appropriate. Then the kettle went on. It wasn't too cold yet, but the evening was drawing in, I wanted to sit in the chair by the beck and drink a cup of Lapsang. I grabbed my favourite porcelain mug, it had 'crikey!' emblazoned on the side, tea bag in, boiling water added, stir splash of milk, stir again and off outside.

I was wearing a mid-length blue corduroy dress, it was too cool for a summer dress today, my coat was folded across the chair by the kitchen table, I didn't need that today, but soon would. I was contemplating leaving it here at the cottage, I didn't really need that coat in the car. I sat, took a sip of my frankly still too hot tea, and said.

"Good evening."

There was nothing, no shimmering, no sounds of tinkling bells, nothing. I was a little disappointed to be honest and took another sip of my tea and simply watched the sky as it slowly turned grey and the clouds darkened as the light dropped. There was a brightness in front of me and then a shimmer, my eyes lit up and then he appeared, Osidus.

"Hello Sid," I greeted.

"Mm, yes, hello Meesha," he said, such a strange way of pronouncing my name, it was correct, just odd.

He hovered in front of me and then held out his hands. I put my tea down, I didn't want to drop and break my favourite mug, reached out, my dress seemed to fall off, there was the shimmering and the air warmed up and smelled of gardenia, we were in their realm. He flew us around, swooping and diving, flying over the velvet grass and beautiful coloured flower beds. We flew to a small group of faeries in a secluded part of the garden and we landed.

I was immediately surrounded by laughing faery boys, their hands touching me, lifting me, flying me and then a mouth found mine and kissed, the impossible tongue delving inside my mouth, tickling my throat, hands were on my boobs, my nipples were suckled, and my labia were teased apart, another long tongue pressing deep inside me. As the consensual body invasions were happening I was slowly lowering to the velvet carpet of grass. I had a tongue inside my fanny, another in my throat, each nipple was been suckled or flicked by tongues. My pressures were building, my electrics supercharging, and I had no idea of which faery was whom, and even if Sid was partaking in my pleasuring.

I was laying naked on velvet and the tongue in my fanny receded and I felt a dick penetrating, impossibly long, impossibly fat, yet I seemed to be able to accommodate his large dick. I was rolled, still penetrated in my fanny, and I found a dick probing my arse.

"Oh no, not there" I thought as I felt my sphincter easing open and another impossibly long and thick dick entered. My mouth was next, the tongue receded to be replaced by a dick, again impossibly long and fat, filling my mouth and my throat, they synchronised and I was being shagged at the same three times, they all came together, finishing in a flourish. I found my ecstasy growing, my euphoria increasing, and the three dicks started gain, my body already awash with faery semen. I felt like I was flying, and then suddenly the dicks were gone and I was laying on the velvet grass, dripping from my fanny and my backside, my stomach seemingly full. I lay there not sure what was happening and then I saw Fay and she stroked my cheeks.

Elvira held my hands and Fay kissed me. They were stroking me, holding me, and then they were sucking the faery semen from me, and I slowly began to make sense of my magical surroundings.

"Come Meesha," Fay said, "we need to go and see the Queen." They held me and we flew, over many beautiful grottos and gardens and then we came to a golden coloured garden where a beautiful faery sat up on a throne, we hovered and then landed.

"Forgive me your Majesty," Fay said, "This is Meesha a hooman friend to us Faeries. She has just been boyed by Osidus and his gang. I think we got to her in time."

"Thank you Fay," the Faery Queen said.

She looked at me and waved her hand, a small golden wand held between her fingers, "Meesha by act of Titania Queen of this realm, I take away the boys pleasures and return you to normal," she said, even her voice sounded golden.

I felt the euphoria and pleasures leave and I suddenly was me again, not in some strange sexual euphoric state.

"Thank you your majesty," I said. A silence suddenly fell and everyone looked at me. I felt a bit awkward being stared at by a hoard of faeries.

"The Queen clapped her hands together. "Oh stop it," she said, "she does not know our ways."

What had I done wrong? I had no idea.

"Child," the Queen continued, "in our realm it is not customary for hoomans to address the Queen, but customary does not mean disallowed. Please go with Fay and Elvira and enjoy your stay. I shall deal with the boys."

Elvira thanked the Queen and next thing I realised is that we were flying and soon we landed in their usual grove surrounded by gardenia.

"You are lucky that we sensed you and found you," Elvira said.

"Why, what was happening?"

"The boys were filling you with their magic, your pleasures would have increased to a point where you would not have been able to return."

"Oh."

"Your word is coma. There would have been no coming back if we hadn't got you to the Queen in time."

"Oh wow, I had no idea. What will happen to them?"

"They will be banned from leaving the realm for an aeon."

"Crikey."

"Now, let's get you back to your realm."

There was a fluttering and a shimmering and I was sat on the chair by the beck, my dress beside me. I picked up my dress and walked naked into the house. I was a little shocked, the events were unexpected, besides, it is not every day you get to meet royalty.

I showered and sat down still naked in my sitting room with a strong tea. I was just trying to assimilate what had just happened, no doubt faeries were dangerous, perhaps I should steer well clear of all of them. I remembered Elvira's warning about building a bridge over the beck. Last thing I wanted on my property was a troll. I shivered at the thought.

I had a sleepless night, my mind full of the close call I had with the faery boys. When I awoke sufficiently I sent Jacob a text about the Shepherds hut. After breakfast, Weetabix and an apple, I went outside to look where I might put it. In the long grass in front of the cottage I supposed, it would be visible, but would block a bit of the view. I decided in the end either before, or after, the cottage. I would see what Jacob had to say.

Jacob arrived just after ten. "Now then lass," his usual greeting, "hey up Jacob," my usual reply.

"You want to be moving the hut then, down here by cottage."

"Yes Jacob, either just before or just after the cottage so as not to block the view, but where I can still see it and easily use it."

"I can tow it easily down here," Jacob said, "if we do it before the cottage, it is easier to move to after if you later prefer."

"Perfect, I knew that you would know what is best."

"I'll do it now."

That surprised me, I hadn't expected that quick.

"Okay, yes, I will put the kettle on," I said although Jacob would be interested in clothes coming off than kettles going on. Jacob headed off to the tractor and reversed down the track to the hut. I went inside, ran upstairs and tidied the bedroom, rolling my quilt back, I had no doubts we would be in here soon, and then back down in the kitchen I put the kettle on. I could hear the tractor.

I went outside and saw the tractor coming slowly down my track with the Shepherds hut behind it. He drove onto the long grass and stopped, jumping out to come over to me.

"There? I can move it if you prefer. Needs some welding on the chassis, I can do that for you if you do the prep. You'll need to paint the chassis after."

"I can do that, you tell me what I need, and I can get it, and I think that place is perfect."

"Good. I suggest that you put some padlocks and chains around some of the wheels and in the hitch too, just to make it difficult for people to tow it away."

"Okay. Shall we go in?"

"I only have time for a quick tea today I am afraid." So my prepared bedroom would go unused this morning, shame.

"That is okay Jacob, I enjoy your company as well as your body."

As we sat drinking our tea, he explained to me the tools I needed to get. An angle grinder with both cutting, grinding disks and wire brushes. A good drill and some decent drill bits as well as screwdriver bits, making sure none of the bits are made in China. Other tools may come along later, so buy a good brand and all your tools from the same brand so that the batteries were interchangeable.

He said I would need something called rust converter, paint primer and then a good rust preventing paint, brushes etc. Well, that would be a trip into Keighley tomorrow or this afternoon then. He suggested a place to go where they stocked most stuff and were not too silly on price. I could probably get everything I needed from one place.

After Jacob left, I decided I would go and get the things I needed, rather now than delay, at least I would have everything ready. The place Jacob suggested was just off the ring road, an engineering and farmers supplies. I picked out some heavy-duty chains and security padlocks, got the tools and accessories I needed, and also bought a socket set, a set of spanners, pliers and screwdrivers.

Crikey, that set me back a bit, but I reasoned I would have the tools I needed for any future jobs. As I drove back along the track, I saw someone sitting on the steps to the Shepherds hut. I left my purchase in the car; I didn't want any stranger seeing what I was buying. I parked next to the cottage and went across to confront the stranger.

"Hello" I said, "may I help you?"

"Hello miss," he answered, "yes, I looks after sheep."

"Oh, that is interesting although there are no sheep here these days, we only produce hay. May I ask what your name is?"

"Seth miss," he answered, "I looks after the sheep here, only they seem to be missing."

"As I said Seth, there are no sheep here and haven't been for many years." I wondered if he was a little special, the product of a few generations of inbreeding. I turned to the house and opened my little front gate. I turned and Seth had gone. I couldn't see him anywhere. I checked that he wasn't hiding inside or under the hut, no, and then I had idea.

In the house I called up the internet and searched for Seth, Sheep and this area. An old local parish news report of a Shepherd who had lost his life defending a herd of sheep against a pack of wild dogs. The commotion had bought out the other villagers who killed the dogs with pitch forks and scythes, but sadly Seth succumbed to his injuries. Most of the sheep survived and the villagers paid to have Seth buried in an unmarked pauper's grave at St Peters church as a mark of gratitude and respect.

Interesting. So, now I am seeing ghosts, perhaps he haunted the Shepherds hut. I had to think of a way to get rid of him. Faeries were bad enough, but ghosts? No, he had to go. I fetched my new acquisitions from the car and stored them in the sitting room. I had an idea. I went back out to the hut.

"Seth," I called, "are you here?"

"Yes miss," he said from behind me. I turned to face him.

"Hello Seth, I am so pleased to meet you so that I can say thank you for saving the sheep, you were so brave when the dogs attacked."

"Saving them miss?"

"Yes Seth, you saved the sheep but sadly you passed whilst doing so. The villagers killed the dogs."

"Oh miss, where are the sheep then?"

"Well Seth they are in sheep heaven. You are now in St Peters churchyard."

"Oh miss."

He just sort of vanished in front of my eyes, he didn't vaporise as much as just thinned out till he wasn't there anymore. I hoped that he was now sort of at peace.

Well, that was different. Crumbs, in the space of a few days I had met a Faery Queen, seen and dispatched a ghost, and had a Shepherds hut parked by my cottage. I set to and started the preparation that Jacob had told me needed to be done.

The angle grinder came with eye goggles, good job, because I hadn't even thought about protection. I used the wire brush attachment first and removed all the loose rust and paint in the area of the holes in the chassis, and then I used the grinder to smooth it all off ready for welding. I was surprised how tough it was to use the grinder tool, it really wanted to run away with me, but I managed to keep a hold of it. Definitely a tool to be wary of.

I put the tools away and had another look inside. The log burner looked in good shape, just dusty, and I thought I might just set a small fire of logs inside to see if it all worked, I probably could save some money and not have it serviced if it only needed cleaning. The bed mattress was okay, but I would replace it with some memory foam. I would measure that and get it ordered today. The cast iron pots and pans hanging for use on the log burner would need a clean and then a seasoning with fresh oil. What it really needed was a deep clean. It was full of dust and webs from years of sitting without use, apart from Seth, and I don't think he cleaned.

The next morning, thankfully I slept well overnight, Jacob arrived and set to with his gas bottles and started welding the holes with pieces of metal. When it was all done it looked repaired, it wasn't a seamless job, but it looked strong. I certainly could have done no better. I would grind it back and then paint it after it had cooled and Jacob had gone.

"Nice one Jacob," I said, "would you like to come inside?"

"Yes, I would welcome that." He secured his gas bottles and hoses and torch thing into his trailer and then came to the cottage door.

"I am a bit whiffy I am afraid."

"That is okay, I have shower, I can wash your back if you like."

We both knew where this was headed, and to be honest I looked forward to my occasional tryst with Jacob, but a freshly laundered Jacob is always a preferred option. As we walked into the kitchen, he put his wax jacket on the back of the kitchen chair and then simply started stripping.

"I'll go and put the shower on" I said. Oddly, it has never been a thing of mine to watch a man undress, I left him to it. He knew where the shower and bedroom were.

Upstairs I pulled my dress off and stood naked as the shower warmed through. Jacob appeared behind me, I stood to one side and followed him into the shower. I took the shower head from the bracket and rinsed his shoulders and back. I squirted gel onto him and rubbed it over him with a scrunchie, getting into his armpits and the crease of his backside, before rinsing it off.

"Right Jacob, turn around." The same process was repeated with his front, his dick hard and ready for both cleaning and loving. He murmured a little when I sprayed the shower over his dick and balls, I wondered if it pleasured him the way it pleasured me.

I stood back and Jacob left the shower, I quickly ran the shower over me to wash away any errant suds, turned off the shower and dried myself with the other towel. Jacob stood to one side as I walked past and then followed me to my ready prepared bedroom.

I lay on the bed and watched as Jacob approached, his dick hard and ready for service. I put my hand up stopping him. I moved back to the edge of the bed and knelt before him and took his dick in my mouth. Lovely, a dick does have a good mouth feel that is for certain, and when freshly laundered the sensation is enhanced. My lips moved his foreskin back and forth, I weighed his balls in my hands, gently squeezing them inside his sac, his groans telling me when to stop squeezing.

I mouth wanked him, sliding back and forwards, suction at max, his murmurs indicated his approval. I moved closer and closer until his dick was in my throat and my nose fully on his pubis. Jacob was inside my throat, he was fully 'home'. I sucked as hard as I could and then eased my mouth back, allowing me some breath, and then as my lips were around his rim, I licked his dickhead with my tongue before easing fully back, his dick fell out of my mouth with a wet sound.

I looked up at him, and then raised myself and sat on the bed, I scooted back and lay down, my legs apart, my fanny cease open, my pink valley floor must have the focus of his attention. I watched his eyes as he looked at my sex, a kind of glow came across his face, and he leant forward. I closed my eyes so that I would not know what he was about to do. I felt warm breath at my groin, it moved along my crease and then a hot wet tongue pressed at my clitoris. I shivered and murmured as pleasures shot through me.

A finger found my entrance and pushed inside me, moving inside me, wiggling, crooking, scratching at my spot, as his tongue licked my clitoris. I could feel my pressures growing, my desires intensifying as the electrics in my crotch intensified. Jacob brought me to a simmer, my breath holding in my chest, and as I opened my eyes it was to see him covering me.

I guided his dick to my opening and steadied myself as he pushed inside me, his dick so much fatter and longer than his finger. I felt the stretch in my fanny as he penetrated me to his length and girth, filling me, my fanny pulsing as he moved within me, his foreskin sliding on his shaft, a pleasurable sensation within me that would be lost as his tempo increased.

He started going faster, pressing into my depth at every in stroke, my breath gasping as his stomach slapped against my mons. I could no longer feel his foreskin move, just the rapid movement of his dick within me, the almost desperate feeling of void when he was on his out stroke, the pressure at my depth when he drove back in.

I was clutching at his back, I knew that; my heels were sliding on the sheet, my back was tightening and I was so nearly there when he pressed in so hard and held, he roared and I felt his dick spewing his semen inside me, it took me over. I screamed, all the pent-up air in my lungs releasing, my back arching and my eyes staring, my electrics released and coursed through my body, my pressures released and my orgasm exploded.

I was tense, unmoving, and then I collapsed back onto the bed, my chest heaving as my lungs struggled to fill. Jacob looked down on me and smiled, and then nodded, as if he felt it was a good job, well done, and it was. No orgasm is to be ignored especially at the hands of others, and this was a good one. I began to relax and come down from the high as Jacob rolled to my side, his dick making a plop sound as it left my stretched fanny. I didn't care what he did, he had done what he had to do, now I just wanted to lay and recover.

Tomorrow I would start renovating the hut. I may call it 'Seth's Place'.