Small Town Lust

I am Jed Baker and I have a story to tell you about something that happened to me. I still don't understand quite what happened and how I ended up where I am right now.

I was raised in a small community by very religious parents. They were good, kind and considerate but they lived by a very strict moral code. Church on Sunday, no excuses. No lying or failing to tell the truth. They had strict rules about sex. No masturbation, no heavy petting and most definitely no sex before marriage. Adultery was a total crime and divorce was completely unthinkable. Other rules too, but you get the general idea?

OK, so I lived by their rules, progressed through school and graduated without sufficient grades to go to university. Living in a small town meant that there were few jobs, so I became an odd job man. I am good with my hands so I was never too short of work but it wasn't consistent. I will freely admit that at about 19 I lost a bit of my faith and the rules associated with it. Especially masturbation. I found that I had a high sex drive and that I needed to "sin" daily, sometimes twice daily. As my sex drive started to demand attention, I prayed for help in controlling my lusts. I got no help. No answer to my fervent pleas for a decrease in my sex drive. Finally I gave up praying about the issue and started masturbating daily. To my surprise I found that my aggression and short temper were eased by a daily "sin" so I gave up worrying.

Another problem was my parents were friends with Marge and Pete a married couple slightly younger than them. Pete was the local bank manager, a wispy little man a couple of years older than Marge. Marge was the local dress maker and fashion advisor. Blonde, busty and naughty, given the chance she would flirt with anyone. One day while they were visiting my mother asked her to measure me up for a jacket. She leapt at the opportunity and dragged me off into my room. To measure up she said. Once we were in the room with the door firmly shut, she took great delight in running her hands all over me and purring about what a fine figure of a man I was. I was terrified and kept her at bay as best I could, which seemed to amuse her no end.

"I will get you one day!" She said as we emerged.

"Don't worry Dora! He was a good Christian soul and kept me at bay."

My mother seemed to be amused at this and after Marge and Pete were gone said to me:

"She is such a tease. But I knew she wouldn't do anything sinful."

I wasn't so sure about that.

Marge would use the jacket measurement story every time they visited and I had to keep her hands off me despite the urgings of my own lusts. She even managed to grab my cock once. She gave it a squeeze and then ran her fingers over the length of my cock.

She froze for a moment and then still holding onto me, looked me straight in the eye.

"That's some weapon you have there Jed Baker and I am going to get to use it one day. Mark my words. Oh, yes, indeed."

I finally got my jacket and Marge's excuse for taking me off to the bedroom disappeared, but I often saw her eyeing me like a prize bull. I tried to stay clear of her as much as possible.

A few years after graduating I fell for Janet Simmons who had graduated the same year as I did but who was going steady with George who was a bit older than me. All the other women of my age were pretty much spoken for so I was pretty much a bachelor. Then one day George was arrested for house breaking. He was found guilty and was sent off to serve time. He never returned. Not surprising as the town was shocked and outraged by his crime. Actually turns out it was crimes. He apparently had been supporting himself by robbing houses.

Janet was now free and agreed to start going out with me. This was another reason I started to drift away from religion. Janet and I often ended up parking in a secluded place and got into the sin of heavy petting. Like with masturbation I prayed for strength to resist temptation, but with Janet's lithe body I couldn't help but become more and more aroused and daring. During our first petting session Janet introduced me to French kissing which was shocking to me and totally outside of my experience. She laughed my inexperience and encouraged me to touch her breasts as well. That caused me to panic and I took her home with her grumbling about me and my lack of forwardness.

The next outing she had me sucking her nipples and stroking her damp pussy. But more disturbing was that she grabbed my cock.

Each time we went out we went further and further, getting closer and closer to full sex.

I was convinced we must be married soon, if only to keep me from further sin. Problem was that I wasn't earning enough to support a wife, especially a wife like Janet who had expensive tastes. She kept on telling me that George had treated her better than I was. She seemed unconcerned that the source of George's money had been house breaking. Whatever, I finally enlisted in the army which brought in a steady, reliable income which pleased Janet.

As our dates became more and more heated, my religious values faded. Before I went the whole way however the military intervened. They sent me away for three months on a peace keeping mission. Peace keeping was a misnomer. We ended up shooting at locals and them shooting to us. It scarred me very badly. I became a different person, hardened and cynical. I resented authority and I took no prisoners. I had difficulty sleeping and bad dreams haunted me. But on the upside I had found a calling. No, not religious or spiritual but what I suppose you could call humanist. I wanted to make things better, help people, cure them. Fuck knows where that all came from. I was totally surprised by the urge to help people. But there it was, as they say, an elephant in the room. My days as a soldier were thus numbered in weeks rather than years

I returned home to announce my change of direction in life to discover a number of things had happened. Firstly Pete had left Marge for someone else which was a scandal in itself but the fact that it was a man he had left her for doubled the scandal. Marge had become a very regular visitor at my parent's home and I wondered if she had her eye on my father but she had lost a lot of her sparkle so I didn't think that was foremost in her mind, loneliness was more likely I thought.

More to serious for me was that Janet had left town and was rumoured to be back with George.

"A narrow escape for you!" Opined my mother.

Marge who was there at the time nodded solemnly but her eyes told me a different story. I got the feeling she was pleased that she had clear path to my seduction and, remembering her fast hands in my bedroom I dumped the last of the morality rules I have lived under for so long.

"She got bored and pissed off with waiting for me to bang her."

"Jed! Don't use that sort of language in front of your Mother. You are a soldier! Where is your discipline?"

"I no longer a soldier, or more accurately I am on my way out of the military. And I have lived under your moral code for as long as I intend. Longer than I should have."

"You are a failure, a sinner and no son of mine! Get out!"

"OK. You coming Marge? I can I buy you dinner this evening."

I packed my few belongings and headed out the front door.

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"That was sort of dramatic. What else are you planning?"

Marge, looking at me over the dinner table, with a twinkle in her eye.

"Well some time back you said you wanted to use my "weapon" as you called it. Now is your chance. Charlie gave me the keys to his fishing shack over at the lake. Want to come fishing with me?"

"If I do come with you, I am not sure we will do much fishing."

"And I won't pull out to soon."

Marge smiled at that.

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as you are ready."

"Oh. I am ready. Before you picked me up, I packed a DW bag. Trimmed my pubes, greased all the working parts and inserted my favourite butt plug just in case you wanted to use that fearsome weapon of yours on my sweet little butt hole."

I must admit that that speech kinda stalled my brain.

"What's a DW bag?" was the best I could offer while I scrabbled to stop the mad thoughts ricocheting inside my skull.

"DW? A dirty weekend bag. I was hoping that having been chucked out of home you would want some physical solace. And it would seem I was right. Shall we skip dessert and head out to that fishing shack where I will provide the sweets?"

Which is how I found myself letting Marge into Charlie's fishing shack an hour later. And if you are wondering how far the shack is from town, it's about a 20 minute drive. Why the extra 40 minutes I hear you ask? Well, it seems that Marge knew about the supposedly secret parking spot outside town where Janet had taken me and tried to get me to fuck her despite my religious ethics.

"Pull off here!"

And before I had fully brought the truck to a stop Marge was unzipping my pants, extracting my cock and without hesitation swallowing it pretty much whole. I tried to control myself but her deft tongue and fingers defeated my best efforts and before too long I was pumping hot cum into her mouth. Moments later her cum covered tongue was sliding into my mouth. A strange and unexpected action.

I did get to grab her breasts and then slide my hand up her skirt to find that she had no panties on and was sopping wet. She guided me to her clit which was one of those fairly prominent clits that are so easy to find. She taught me how to return the compliment of making her cum which triggered a loud, emphatic "Oh. Fuck!"

Honour having been temporarily satisfied we drove to the shack and, after having retrieved a bottle of bubbly from the fridge we headed for bed, where my education began. Marge was a skilled and adventurous lover.

She made me undress her, slowly, sensuously, lasciviously. Touching, kissing stroking each inch of newly exposed skin till I had an enormous erection and a desire to hurl her onto the bed and pound into her but she insisted that I first went down on her, find her clit again this time with my tongue and at the same time, slide fingers inside her. First one, then two, gently probing till I found her g spot. Made me keep on working on her till she was shaking and moaning.

"Now fuck me!"

I didn't need much urging, but by that time I had understood the edging technique so I knelt between her legs, and instead of my tongue I moved my cock slowly across her clit, down to her soaking pussy and back again waiting for her to beg for me to slide into her.

"Please! Please! Stop teasing!"

Finally I got to slide into her hot, wet pussy. I looked at her face as I pushed my way into her, watching the expression on her face which was unsettling to say the least. I read, possibly wrongly a look of adoration there. I slid into her slowly, sliding all the way down to the root of my cock and then pausing.

"My cunt!" I whispered. I am not sure who was more surprised by that, I got this incredible possessive feeling and Marge sort of melted into me.

"Yes. Yours." she whispered

And then I stopped holding back. I pulled out and slammed back into her, hearing our bodies slap together. I lost all control, riding her as hard and fast as I could until I could not hold back any more. As I started spurting into her I felt her body starting to spasm, and we swept each other to a mind blowing simultaneous orgasm. As my orgasm faded I rolled off her and lay looking at her body as she shuddered and shook with a rolling orgasm. I kept on stroking her body until she stopped and lay quiet next to me.

"You have no idea how often I have fantasized about you doing this."

"And did you masturbate?"

"Oh, baby did I masturbate! And came, whispering your name."

"Was the real thing as good as the fantasy?" Me being uncertain and wanting a score card.

She stroked my face,

"Better! Much, much better!"

We drifted off to sleep, but as usual the dreams came back to haunt me but now instead of waking alone, Marge was there whispering softly to me.

"You had it bad there?"

I nodded. We lay there for a while listening to the night sounds.

"Let's go see the moon reflection." she said and we walked out onto the deck under a full moon. A warm wind ruffled the gown she was wearing and exposed a breast. I leant forward and kissed her nipple. The taste of her skin aroused me and without thinking I slid behind her, bent her over the railing and slid my cock into her. No foreplay, just my lust driving me to claim my rights over her pussy. She said her pussy was mine and so I took her at her word fucking her from behind, hard and fast.

"Fuck, you are good. A quickie under a full moon is the stuff of fantasies! Come on. Back to bed."

A few hours later she woke me. Her finger on my lips.

"Sshh!" she whispered, "I think I can hear voices."

We lay there listening. At first nothing, then a woman's scream. Loud, terrified. I'd heard that sound during my peace keeping days and it wasn't a sound I wanted to hear again. Then running footsteps, a man's voice, harsh and aggressive. The someone hammering on the door.

"Help me! Please, please let me in. He's gonna kill me."

Marge didn't hesitate, swung the door open and the woman literally fell in the door. I kicked the door closed, then closed the doors leading out onto the deck. By the time I got back, the man was hammering at the door.

"Let me in! The bitch is mine and I am going to teach her a lesson!"

I caught Marge's eye, pointed to the bathroom, and then put my hand up to my ear miming "phone!"

Marge nodded and dragged the woman to the bathroom.

"Calm down! You need to calm down!"

"Fuck calm down! I want my woman even if I have to break the door down!"

For the first time since I resigned from the military I wished I still had my weapon.

Marge shut the door behind her and came to my side. She showed me her cell phone. 911 on the screen and the call is active and on speaker.

"I'd say you have a short while to calm down before the cops arrive."

There was a mighty crash on the door which shook under the impact. The door was a fairly flimsy structure so I braced myself against it door hoping he wouldn't stick a knife through it or worse still shoot holes in it and by extension me.

"Open the fucking door!" he screamed again.

Then I hear the most welcome sound of a siren.

"Fuck you!" he screamed and we hear the sound of running feet.

The cops arrived and took control. It was only when the woman emerged from the bathroom escorted by a cop that I realized it was Janet we had rescued and she was looking seriously worse for wear. She saw me, rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me. I could see the cop adding 2 and 2 and coming up with solid but inaccurate 14 which was not surprising considering that Marge and I were in a state of undress that indicated we had been fucking before the incident started.

"I think we need statements from all of you. Separately!"

An hour later having taken our statements and looking slightly less suspicious, the cop told us that as the suspect was still at large he thought we need to go back to town for our own safety. Where to stay was the question, it was 3 am by that time.

"What do we do?"

This from Marge which kinda surprised me as she had always been the driving force in our limited interactions. Both women were looking at me to be decisive. A new experience for me.

"Well I am not going home and you and I have some unfinished business."

This comment won me a wicked smile from Marge.

"And Janet probably doesn't want to go home and face the music at this time of the morning."

I looked at Janet and raised one eyebrow. She shook her head emphatically.

"So lets check into that motel down the way. It will cause raised eyebrows but its the best I can think of."

"I have a house big enough for all of us. Pete having deserted me, lost the house to me. How about us going there? There are a number of spare bedrooms for all the children I never had. So we won't be sharing unless you are into threesomes? Jed? You OK with that?"

I think about it for a moment.

"Can't see any reason not to stay with you. Pity about the spare bedrooms though it might have been fun keeping each other company."

"Jed! What are you suggesting? Marge? Have you been leading this sweet, innocent young man astray?"

"You interrupted my leading astray operation so, no I cannot take the blame for this one. Sounds like fun though. "

Thirty minutes later we were at Marge's house. Marge and I settled into the main bedroom, Janet in an adjacent bedroom.

"So. Now where were we? You got lube and a condom?"

"Sshh! You'll disturb Janet. Of course I do. Just be gentle. That weapon of yours could do me a serious injury!"

It doesn't take long for us to get naked. And with Marge on her hands and knees I slid a condom on, eased the butt plug out her very slowly making her sure that she moaned and then I lubed her up. I positioned myself behind her, aimed the head of my cock at her arse and let her push backwards, letting her set the pace. She was tight around my cock and it takes a while to get it all the way in. It was slow, intense and when she comes she drags me with her. We again settled down and drift off to sleep to be awakened by Janet at 8 am.

"Cummon! Wake up! It's coffee time."

She wafts in dressed in a pair of panties and nothing else.

"The show you put on for me was soooo sexy. A bit quiet so I had to use a glass against the wall to get the full effects. I damn near beat my poor pussy to death listening in. Sounded like fun. Can I watch next time?"

"What do you say Marge? Shall we fuck her now? Or do we have breakfast first?"

"I think she is breakfast. Don't you?

I looked at her, then at Marge. I raised one eyebrow.

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

Marge got up, naked as the day she was born and took a cup of coffee from Janet.

"So you don't spill the coffee. He does get a bit rough."

She paused.

"Only in the very best way mind."

"I think that you need to mark your territory. She is yours for the taking you know."

I get up and start gently stroking her nipples which rise up to meet my fingers.

"Oh. that's nice. Don't stop."

Being fammiliar with the territory and having recently had a very thorough lesson on foreplay by Marge I got Janet moaning and writhing in a very short while. I bent her over the dressing table and fucked her from behind. I watched everything in the mirror. Her breasts swaying as I thrust into her, the expression on her face, the movement of my body. The experience of watching sex is a new experience for me. Turns out I am, aside from anything else a voyeur. I find out that I love watching women being fucked, especially if it is me that is doing the fucking.

Marge decided to get involved and squeezed my balls gently which pushed over the edge and I pumped a huge load of cum into Janet's pussy.

Marge lets go of my balls and kissed Janet on the mouth. To my surprise Janet grabbed Marge down onto the bed and was well onto the way of fucking Marge.

"Janet. Wait. Let's have breakfast and talk this through. Jed there are things you need to know lets back off for a short while."

Breakfast on the patio was the stuff of daydreams for me. Two beautiful women, almost naked drinking coffee and flirting with me and each other. Eventually Marge gets serious.

"I have a proposal. Actually we have a proposal. I am too old to have children, sad as that may be, it is the truth. But, I am still horny as hell and I would love to have a bunch of kids to love and look after and have a man plough my furrow regularly. Janet here is young enough to have babies and horny enough to let you knock her up regularly. And she is happy to have me as a backup while she builds a career. You agree Janet? We've talked about this previously, Janet and I have. We agreed to do it if you agree. Oh. And one other thing. we have been friends with benefits for a while now."