480 the ladies on the moor

480 the ladies on the moor480 the ladies on the moorIt was getting dusk, when the motor spluttered and died, I had driven thousands of miles in that old girl and she chose here, the middle of bloody nowhere to splutter out on me. After a quick look under that bonnet thing at the front, at the ….erm engine…yes that’s what the dealer called it… anyway it was nothing I could put my finger on …well it was all too hot, and as I hadn’t looked under there since I bought it 3 years ago, I had no idea what I was looking at, or why it was so buggered.Anyway, it was safe enough in the layby, and there was precious little traffic anyway! I waited a while and there being nothing passing I locked the motor up and began to walk, hoping there might be a phone box, or a cottage or something…A mile passed then another… Remote, oh you just don’t know the half of it, open flat moorland, mixed in with open lumpy moorland, followed by moorland… by now it was dark, oh and cold, and my spirits were getting low, well I only started off with a hip flak and it was soon vanishing at a sip every now and then to keep out the cold! I had been stumbling along for about an hour when I saw a glimmer of a light ahead, a cottage perhaps, a house, a farm, a home, warmth and shelter. My steps speeded up, well a little anyway, by now it was dark, really dark. A gateway, well it would have been a gateway if it had a gate, a notice saying ‘hideaway cottage’ B&B and a rough track perhaps 50yards long stretching invitingly towards the light, I stumbled along it towards this wonderful beacon and a big cottage appearing through the gloom. Set at right angles to the road, its window curtained but not quite completely drawn, a bright strip of light against the grey silhouette of the old building. I was saved, excitement ran through my veins. perhaps had I a clue about the three lesbian ladies that inhabited the place, maybe I would have kept walking but not having the gift… I just glanced through the window first, being me, and what I saw well it blew me away. The room was a large old-fashioned kitchen, all beams and white plasterwork a big table in the middle, four chairs round it and a carver at the head. A range to the right, gas cooker to the left and a Belfast sink under the window, its drainer linked to the worktop that surrounded the cooker and everything spick and span. The whole scene appeared perfectly normal, except, to my amazement a bound and naked girl of about 20, or 25 lay on the table, and being Alibodge Eddy, I was stopped in my tracks. Wow all my birthdays had come at once, she was pretty, not huge but well rounded, and she was legs open towards the windows. Suddenly my fatigue had gone, the car forgiven, and I was ultra-sober!I decided not to rush to her rescue, well even old Eddy realised she couldn’t and wouldn’t have secured herself, and better to know the size of the opposition before putting one`s head in the lions gob!Luckily, the rain had held off, and it was windy but not a particularly cold night for the time of year, so standing a little back in the shadows was not the hardship it could have been. Not that I would have noticed my eyes like organ stops and my hand warming the erotic bits of my body as I surveyed the secure girl. Two other ladies appeared from a door I presumed (rightly as it happens) to be a stairwell, one was dressed just, and the other a naked matron, in her 40`s, not massive but with breast that had the most stunning nipples, that screamed ‘chew me’ to a breast fetishist like myself. the other woman was less robust, not as tall, thinner of face, dressed in a dressing gown and carrying a machine, a sort of electric pump effort.By now my wrist was beginning to ache so I changed hands and thought of my hamster friends, FDJ who`s my proof reader, and Jim the old Irish lad, who`s my inspiration, both of which I knew when I related this adventure would be “rabbits of negative euphoria!” in fact they would be jealous as hell, that I could be certain of, and so it proved but that was to be till a lot later!Anyway, I reckoned the lady with the nipples was the victims mother, the resemblance was not massive, but it was there, not that I did a lot of facial surveyance as naked ladies don’t come old Eddie`s way a lot and two at once, and potentially three, well not really at all if truth was known. Anyway, for now I shall call her mother, though I now know her as Louise and her clothed companion ‘sidekick’ I found to be Claire he one secured to the table I took to be the daughter, I later found she was named Milly just to identify them for you.Now to all intentional purposes I had inadvertently stumbled into a murder scene, or some sort of ritual punishment, but still being an abject coward, I stayed hidden hoping my intervention would be unnecessary, and if I did have to be the knight on the white charger, well perhaps the sweet Milly, would be kind enough to reward me later with her succulent body! The murder worry went from my mind when mother, kissed Milly tenderly, then taking the machine and placing it on a chair ‘sidekick’ plugged it in. The clatter could be heard outside the cottage, some sort of pump I thought, either blow or suck, but whichever Milly, seemed uneasy, twin pipes ran from the machine, to a pair ofclear tubular nozzles, güvenilir bahis each about an inch and a half in diameter, held initially by ‘sidekick’. Now to pacify the girl, mother turned to her ‘sidekick’ and sadly I was too far away to hear the conversation, but I gained the impression that it was to demonstrate the effect for, well, what I believed to be her daughter, Mother presented her breasts, and those gorgeous nipples. It became obvious the machine was to be used on Milly, though for what reason I was as yet unsure.The semi-erect nipple slid into the first nozzle and the pump quietened itself down a little, the second followed and any fool could see the woman was enjoying the suction. Though how much was for the girls benefit is questionable as I later found it to be a tad painful, and mother a masochist, but that comes later in the story.Like it or not, off came the nozzles leaving those oh so outstanding nipples even more proud and increasing the clatter of the machine once again. Taking a nozzle apiece the two women took their places on either side of the table, and on the count of three, with a laugh from Mother the girls nipples vanished into the tubes. Her face showed alarm as the suction took hold, and an amount of discomfort began, once the two pipes gave no indication of falling away, the pair let them be and after a long few minutes, the girl started to beg for release, which apparently turned on the other couple, who met near the girls head and began to kiss and fondle one another, spurred on by the girls discomfort. It was a bizarre scene, but an erotic one! And it was obviously some sort of game the three of them “enjoyed!”My problem now was choosing a moment to knock, well my thinking was, firstly it was a case of; erotic it might be but I needed recovery for my poor motor, secondly it was cold out here in the dark, and I couldn’t stay here for ever, and thirdly I was hopeful of playing with one or more of these delightful ladies, rescuing them from a life of sex without dick…( I know mine doesn’t work well but it is better than nothing,) sort of any port in a storm stuff!I decided to wait at least till this first orgasm was over! The ‘sidekick’ dropped off her gown, not a bad shaped lady, not perhaps as robust as the others, especially Mother, but I would not say no, though I admit that’s not much of a recommendation. They kissed the sounds of their victim beginning to echo round the obviously warm room even drowning out the purr of the machine, hot fingers clawed at, I imagined, damp crutches lips met, the first naked lesbianic meeting I had ever witnessed, the two older women ignoring the plaintive cries of the younger one, by now apparently in a lot of discomfort. Mother appeared to begin to climax, followed by her mate who by now was latched on to mothers right breast like a woman possessed. I too was getting that old familiar throbbing, not least from the girls whimpering, which sad to say had me excited beyond belief.The moment past, in my case it was still as stiff as it gets, just empty now, in the ladies cases ‘sidekick’ reached out her hand and switched off the pump at the wall while still caressing her lover, the tubes after a second falling away and the girls nipples standing more erect than I expect they had ever been! To me they were perfect, on an attractive lass and as erotic as anything I had so far witnessed.The two women turned their attentions to ‘Milly`s’ now outstanding nipples, ‘sidekick’ to the right and Mother the left, the girl quieter now, but beginning to groan with enjoyment as Mother`s hand found her clitorise, and ‘sidekick’ stroked her hair. Her back began to arch, and together they began a fairly long climax, each grunting and groaning as they went over the top. By now my poor old tool was again as stiff as it gets, but I was getting colder by the minute.They released the girl and had a group hug, Milly, proving now she was erect to be the shortest, and bonniest, though I`m in no real authority on ladies, well not real ones, though I am told, I have an eye for a well-turned out body in a picture gallery!‘Sidekick’ put her dressing gown on, and mother went off somewhere through the door she had arrived through, Milly sitting herself in the carver, still naked, her nipples till prominent. What I did not know was they had a couple of dogs and mother had just let them out of the back door no doubt to pee or whatever. They once out in the air caught scent of me and noisily rushed round the house yowling and barking like a full pack of hounds on the scent of a fox, and before you could say “gone away” they had me terrified, knowing I couldn`t outrun them, I shut my coat, stepped up to the kitchen door and knocked, Chaos reigned, Milly rose and shot off through the door her mother had used, and ‘Sidekick’ with great presence of mind, pulling her robe round her came to the door, shouting at the newly arrived dogs who to my relief immediately sat, jaws slavering eyeing me malevolently. “Yes, who are you and what do you want” I explained I had just walked from my broken down car and this was the only house for miles, (which of course she knew!) she smiled, and invited me in, but crafty old Eddy said, ”look if you are on your own I don’t want to intrude, or put you in an awkward güvenilir bahis siteleri position!” (reassuring her I was a gentleman, and that I hadn’t seen anything of any companions) she smiled, said “you`re ok you don’t look a r****t (not sure that is a compliment or not) and I have someone else here anyway and of course I have the dogs!” she stood aside letting me into the warm kitchen calling the dogs in with us, and pointing out the telephone. “you look frozen” she said, and put on the kettle, “let me take your coat,” woops, in my haste my tool was still outside my trousers, and without the coat she would soon see through my charade of just arriving…luckily Mother distracted her by arriving in the room and by the time she had explained my presence I had the old lad away and my coat off in one slick move. (well slick for me)She introduced herself as Louise and we formally shook hands, her companion apologised for not introducing herself and gave her name as Claire, as she made tea, it was just what I needed. I in turn gave my name as Eddy Longfellow and she passed me the phone bidding me sit at the table and giving me the number of the AA, no doubt having walked this path before!Sadly, my trials were not over, my AA membership had like my oil…run out… Louise gave me the address of a local man, who promised to collect the car and me come the morrow! I explained it all to Louise who said she would be happy to put me up at Bed and Breakfast rates! I was happy to take that offer and was soon shown to a pretty little room at the rear of the cottage all chinse curtains and polished furniture. I washed up in the little bathroom and at their request returned to the kitchen and the warmth, by now Milly, had joined the group, dressed now sadly, but beggars and choosers are usually not in the same league and Eddy was in the Beggar mode. I told her she was charming and shook her hand, to which she blushed.Now while I had been absent the straps and such that had bound Milly, had vanished and the dogs put back into wence they had come, so we all sat at the table, munching a rather nice home-made madeira cake and swilling tea for a while, getting to know one another. Now, being a rather devious character, (Jim calls me deviant but he`s a cynic) I decided to steer the conversation towards a sexual content, mentioning my authorship of some stories on a computer site, though I didn’t mention the site name. Louise said, “that they didn’t have TV, they found it repetitious, and reception was crap anyway and that they preferred to make their own entertainment,” (I thought I bet you do!) “but that Claire, had a laptop as did Milly,” who asked for the site name. she produced her laptop, and I felt I needed to be honest, “erm look it might not be for young ladies taste,” but she grinned saying, “we are all very broadminded here, so come on lets see what your writings like….!” Trapped I gave the hamster s name and showed her how to get on the site. Milly, too produced a laptop, and copied her friend both finding and opening my profile. [they now have profiles of their own and we are regularly in touch and no I am not giving you lot the links] Each read a story, while I sat bunging down another slice of that lovely cake. Even Louise managed to say how it had “heated her nickers!” which I thought a compliment.By now it was 9pm on a late January night, telly-less and without my laptop, it looked to be a long night, but all was not lost… yet… hope springs eternal they say, and I am no pessimist, so I asked if there was a man of the house, which I was assured there most definitely was not, I asked if they were lesbians then, and was told Milly, was Bi, having had sex with a lad or two at school, Louise was les nowadays but had had a husband, [well it was obvious she had had a man somewhere down the line she had a daughter] while Clair was Louise`s partner not having ever had a man. So, I asked, “what never?” she said, “She had no desires in that direction, women could do anything they wanted with or too her but men she found frightening.” I asked, “she had ever held a man`s kit?” and she said, “she had only seen her father`s as a young girl, and was scared by it, so had never tried since!” I explained that I found that sad, not that she was lesbian, but that she had not tried men before making up her mind, which I noted had her looking pensive, then scuttling off to the toilet. Which both Louise said was “reasonable, for Claire” and Milly, said to me that, “We did try before but sadly Claire freaked when the chap moved his arms out to touch her, he was going just to reassure her, but it was enough, you`re lucky she even spoke to you about sex!” she added it was something in her c***dhood, and we would be helping her a lot!” I said light-heartedly perhaps in a form of a joke, “well I suppose it’s a case of tying down a poor chap and giving her free reign!” it was meant to have been a real silly comment, but Louise said “oh would you, we would be so very grateful….! Shit…! talk about billy bigmouth! I explained about ED, its floppy-ness and it inadequacy`s but it didn`t seem to deter them one jot, in fact it spurred them on saying it wouldn’t be so aggressive! Within minutes like it or not I was being stripped naked by mother and daughter, something iddaa siteleri normally I would write about and enthuse about, tonight though both mother and daughter were attractive as hell, but they were insistent and intimidating, so always be careful what you wish for is not something granny told you for nothing!Naked now I realised I was a lost cause, there were three of them and only seedy Sid at the garage knew I was here, I could have been in a horror film set, village of the damned or somewhere for all I knew, but it was put your money where your mouth is stuff so I sat in the carver and passively let them secure me with straps round wrists, and ankles, elbows and as a final ignominy one, a big wide plastic cable tie was added loosely round my throat and the high chairback. Now I have written about folk feeling helpless, secured totally in another`s power but this was something else, it was real, and it was me.The called Claire from her hideaway, and timidly we heard her feet on the stairs, Louise went to meet her, Milly threw a cloth over my lap and we awaited the birthday girls arrival. Louise sat her to the table, and quietly explained to her like a c***d, that, “this nice man is tied down now Claire, and he can`t move or hurt you in anyway, he will just sit there and you can touch him , look at him feel him and he cant lift a finger, and he`s doing it his specially for you for your birthday treat, isn’t that nice of him?” Clair nodded, and said “yes Mummy!” in a c***dlike voice that said she had instantly reverted to about her sixth birthday, god knows what had happened back then, but it was some family trauma that was obvious! Louise said “ok, sweety, now be a good girl and ask daddy if you can see what he has under the cloth for you.She came to my side, knelt, and said, “can I look under the cloth daddy, mummy says I can, and I so want to see!”I said she could, calling her dear, and saying for her to tell us all about whatever she found. Milly and Louise sat watching one either side of that big old table, my chair was back clear of the table end, and Claire kneeling to my left. her hand lifted the cloth gently and her eyes grew big as saucers as my poor old dick came into her sight. Now I am no prude, but I hate paedophilia, to me it`s taking advantage of a c***d that is in no way capable of making decisions about stuff that is way beyond their mental capabilities, so to have a virtual six year old playing with my dick was not quite right, but Claire was just regressing, and that was something else and might have helped the girl big time, so that was my excuse, and I sat loving her gaze as she prodded the old sausage and felt it gently for some time.Louise leant forward and pointed out my balls, not that I could look down, but I felt the finger prod my bag and the girls hand gently lift and caress the soft stones, the girl pouted, “you`re not my daddy his was red stiff and angry and it was sick on my birthday dress, I hated it for that.” Suddenly we all knew, daddy had ruined her birthday dress all those years ago, it had made her hate men, or at least their dicks and here perhaps was a chance to help the lass. I was aware of Milly behind my chair now, whispering to Claire that she was to take off her clothes, then the nasty cock couldn’t do your clothes any harm, this the girl did, while I became aware of the band at mu throat tightening gently and Milly`s voice in my ear saying, “you come Mister Edd and I promise I will choke you and feed you to our dogs, this girl needs proof the things don’t ruin clothes, so think on!” it was limp then but it was a sight limper after that belive me! the voice hissed, “ I will share your bed tonight, though no actual intercourse, but only when she had done with you, whatever she wants, and it may not be pretty as she has years of pent up hated to lose…OK?” I was finding it hard to breath easily, secure in a chair, with a crazed lass holding my balls, and another controlling my breathing, would you have said no!” I managed a resounding “yes,” especially with her offering to share my bed.Milly sat down again, this time with her mother, saying to Claire, “you have a nice play sweety, don’t hurt him bad though will you, but he is naughty having done that to your pretty dress, isn’t he!” to my terror, the grip on my balls tightened, instantly.Egged on by Milly, the girl pinche squeeze slapped and nipped at my poor kit for ages, time passes slow when a crazed c***d is enjoying venting its spleen on your scrotum and your tackle, mother and daughter sat together gently making love, kissing and caressing one another as my cries of pain, like music in their ears, rang round the kitchenEventually Claire bid succeed in getting me to discharge myself, fortunately gently, just as I suspected a dribble over her fingers which she licked off and tasted. Suddenly reverting to her old self as she tasted the stuff with a grimace.I was soon released, Louise taking Claire to her bed to in her words “see how the land lies now!”Milly however tightened the collar another click or two then gave me a blow job, and its right that breath play does massively increase the climax! My poor balls were blowing steam by now, having cum numerous times today, she released me and did in fact share my bed, though by then I was only fit for just a kiss and a cuddle. Next day after a superb breakfast seedy Sid collected me towed the car to the garage and dropped me at the station, I`ve got to go back for the car soon, and I am debating whether to stay the night!