Mabel had never in her life been kicked in the bollocks. But from how she had heard it described to her, she felt all the symptoms of a massive boot to her balls.
As usual under stress, Mabel's thinking processes accelerated, she was frantically trying to process what Alison had just said. Alison was pregnant.
You fucking, selfish, stupid, Cunt, flashed through her mind. This was followed by Envy, so powerful that she could have screamed in pure rage at this younger woman.
Mabel unconsciously clenched her fists so tightly, that her knuckles turned white. Alison had managed what Mabel's old body had failed to achieve.
John had pumped pints of his cum into Mabel's womb, and nothing had happened. Alison gets two good fucks and she clicks. Fuck her, Fuck her to Hell, her mind screamed in impotent rage.
What was she going to tell John and Jane, for fucks sake. It was all her fault; she should have stopped this happening. Wait a minute; she had stopped this happening.
She had made John wear a condom; how could Alison be pregnant for fucks sake? Alison was still looking at her, waiting for her reaction. Mabel could detect a manic aura emanating from the nervous woman kneeling naked in front of her.
Even in her own distress Mabel knew that this was a pivotal moment in her relationship with Alison. 'Wow, give me a second darling, I need to catch my breath here,' Mabel said playing for time.
She must appear delighted at the news; any other reaction would be disastrous to their relationship.
If any other man was involved she would be pleased, but it was her John. Mabel's boy had been somehow tricked into impregnating Alison.
John was Hers, Mabel's, not fucking Alison's. How could the selfish Cunt have done this to me? She screamed to herself.
'Congratulations darling how on earth did this happen?'
At last the Steel Tiger that was inside Mabel rallied. She decided to accept what she couldn't change, and try and limit the damage that this event could cause to the group.
Alison was beaming with joy. 'I have no idea darling; it wasn't John's fault he was careful to wear a condom.
I can only think that it was that one time during the game when he took my virginity. He must be so fucking potent, that he impregnated me the first time he fucked me.'
'Well however it happened, I can see that you are over the moon about it, and so am I my darling girl,' said Mabel wrapping her arms around Alison and hugging her tightly.
Alison was so relieved at Mabel's reaction, for a second there she had feared that Mabel was going to attack her. She held tight to her lover, and told her again how much she loved her.
'Wow, Alison this is going to take some thinking about. I am overjoyed for you, but you must understand that Jane may not be so happy about it,' said Mabel carefully.
'It'll be all right with Jane, she will know it was just one of those things. It could have been any one of us, just as well you remembered the condoms or we could all have been up the duff.
'Well leave Jane to me, I will tell her in private,' said Mabel. 'The same applies to John, it will be best if I tell him he is going to be a daddy.'
'Thank you so much Mabel, I knew I could rely on you to sort this out,' whispered Alison thankfully.
Mabel smiled at her, and excused herself to go to the bathroom. Once inside with the door locked, she sat down on the loo and burst into tears. She cried her hurt and pain and crushing envy out in heart rending sobs.
Her world had been shaken to the core. Despite her brave words to Alison, she had no idea how that spitfire Jane would react to the news.
This could destroy the entire gang, if Mabel didn't handle it perfectly. She had tonight to think of a way to break the news, without breaking up this group of lovers.
Sarah had no such worries; her world had suddenly become full of life and colour. From the dreary round of work and being alone, she was now faced with the possibility of a real life outside the factory.
Alison liked her, she was sure of it. They had got on so well, they had so much in common it was almost as if they were sisters. Although if Sarah was honest; she didn't want to think of Alison as her sister.
Oh no, she had drunk in every detail of Alison; her beautiful face her slender body. Her seductive voice, when she had said she would see Sarah in the morning.
It was to be just the two of them alone; she was getting wet just thinking about her. What if Alison wanted to make love to her tomorrow? How did she look naked? Sarah had no doubt that Alison was as beautiful naked as she was dressed to kill.
Sarah had to check herself out and quickly. She ran upstairs to her bedroom and quickly stripped off her clothes until she stood naked in front of her mirror. This is what Alison would see, was she worthy of such a famous woman.
Sarah ran her eyes over her body. She seemed slim enough, her breasts were full but reasonably firm, her nipples were still small and pink. Her pubes were still trimmed in the Brazilian style.
Standing naked and thinking of Alison had made her hand hold her cunt tightly. She groaned with unrequited lust, and gripped her pubes harder. She moved over to her bed, and lay down on it with her legs open.
Sarah spent a lot of her life alone, and had always masturbated since she was a young girl. Her fingers slipped easily into her vagina, and she began to finger fuck herself frantically whilst thinking about licking Alison's sweet cunt.
The thought of Jane joining them in bed, thrust her over the precipice and into a fantastic orgasm. Alone on her bed she thrashed and convulsed in passion, her ecstatic cries echoing though her lonely house.
Jane was also rubbing herself as she listened to her parents fucking in the next room. Since Sue had been caught by Jane, as she was wanking in the kitchen; she had relaxed about having sex with Bill in their bedroom.
She no longer cared if Jane heard her fucking, she wouldn't care if Jane watched her fucking Bill. It was so nice to have sex in a nice comfortable bed. She didn't even have to eat chocolate now, to enjoy his big cock thrusting into her cunt and up her arse.
Sue did feel a bit guilty that the thought of John's young cock thrusting up her arse; was enough to slam her into an explosive orgasm. She excused herself by rationalising that this gave Bill pleasure, so it couldn't be all that wicked could it?'
Jane was also thinking about Sarah, that sexy cow owed Jane a good fucking. Jane didn't really mind if she had to share Sarah with Alison, in fact she would really like to have them both in bed together if possible. She would love to finger both their posh cunts simultaneously.
Sue wasn't too busy coming herself to hear her daughter's cries of passion, as thoughts of Sarah and Alison made Jane squirt her cunt juices over her fingers. She does take after me Sue thought, John was right I am a sexy fucking bitch and I love it.
I will have to thank John properly, the next time we are alone. I might give him a demonstration of how Sue Sanderson can suck cock.
Diana was happy with her life, from what she had heard between Alison and this new woman Sarah, it would seem that Diana would be kept very busy in the near future.
Her cunt and arse could still feel the effect of her Jonny's big cock. She fell asleep thinking of Jonny.
Mabel washed her face, and slapping on a big smile rejoined Alison in bed. 'Goodnight darling, tomorrow is a whole new day,' 'Goodnight Mabel my love,' replied Alison happily snuggling up to her back.
The next morning both Alison and Sarah rose early. Horse people were often up at the crack of dawn, and Sarah was eager to have her stables in tip-top condition for Alison's inspection.
She herself was wearing her scruffy clothes, but had omitted to wear a bra or knickers. Instead of her usual jeans she was wearing a sensible skirt. For easy access she giggled to herself hopefully.
Alison was also dressed in her horsy clothes and Wellys. She was gone from the house before Mabel was awake. The sun was just risen, when Alison's BMW pulled up in Sarah's yard. Alison had been very impressed, as she drove up the long drive towards the old farmhouse. It was good horse country, flat and with lots of grass.
The suns rays caught her long blond hair, as she got out of her car and looked around for Sarah. She walked to the house and went inside. She saw the same room as Jane, however her horsewoman's eye saw only a tack room.
Alison had a separate tack room next to her stables, but it appeared that Sarah had to use this room to store hers. Alison felt very comfortable in this room; she could see herself saddle soaping the reins, and polishing her boots here.
She could smell a hint of Sarah's Chanel perfume, amongst the smells of leather and horse sweat. Alison went upstairs to Sarah's bedroom. She noticed that there was only a single bed. There were no pictures of family or friends on show.
One wall was covered in Show ribbons, for Jumping and Dressage. Alison was a show jumper pure and simple; she didn't have the patience for Dressage. She admired anyone who competed in Dressage it was a very difficult discipline, calling for an almost psychic bond between horse and rider.
Her respect for Sarah increased even more. However she was also aware that this was the room of a lonely woman, Alison knew all about lonely. She decided that Sarah must be in the stables, and went to look for her there.
Sarah was standing by the side of Isis, feeding her a treat. She looked towards the stable door, and saw Alison standing there looking at her. Her long blond hair was glowing in the morning sun, she looked every inch a horsewoman and Sarah fell in love there and then.
For her part Alison looked at this scruffy bag of rags in her muddy Wellies. She looked past the outer shell, and saw the soul-mate within. 'Welcome home Ali,' whispered Sarah. Alison smiled in pure joy, and ran into Sarah's arms.
Sue was making her early morning cup of tea when there was a knock on the kitchen door. She was dumfounded to see Mabel standing there.
