LADY ANN'S FOLLY: Chapter Five - Part Two

Ann shifted her weight on the pallet, pulling the threadbare cover tighter around her naked form as the first shafts of early morning light hit the floor of the hayloft.  Sighing in a dreamy haze, she pulled her knees toward her middle and felt Burt’s warmth behind her.  She wriggled closer and moulded her shape to his, feeling a muscly arm twitch from sleep and reach around to her front.

Burt stretched taught, yawning hot breath against the back of her neck, calloused fingers lazily teasing at her smooth abdomen.  His hand worked up to her breast, folding around it with increasing insistence as he shook off the shackles of sleep and turned his awareness to the matter in hand.

Ann’s eyes flicked fully open as he pressed his palm flat against her ribs and scooped her closer against him.  Her mouth curled into a delicious smile as he took a playful bite of her shoulder, his mouth closing around the flesh and sucking hard.  His moustache bristled against her skin, scratching and sending little ticklish pulses of pleasure up her neck.

She squeezed her legs together and pressed harder back against him, wanting him now, the last vestiges of sleep evaporating, replaced by the purest arousal.  She felt wanton, lewd and improper, wriggling in her nudity beneath the filthy covers on the rudimentary bed.

“Ooh aye, Burt, that’s ‘im!” she moaned, as she felt his hot cock rise urgently to attention against the cleft of her buttocks.

“Damned right our lass” Burt leered into her ear, “Ye’ve woken im oop proper fine and make no mistake.”

Burt’s muscular forearm pushed down between her thighs, parting the way for his enormous hand to grip a fistful of her inner thigh, squeezing and manipulating; working his way up until his thumb grazed the moistened crack at the apex of her womanhood.

“Eeee Burt, ye’ve doused me, so ye have” moaned Ann, sighing deeply as his wide fingers probed and stroked and reached their way inside. 

She was lost in the pleasure of the moment, absorbed, and then Ann had a flash of herself from the outside, as though she were looking down at herself:  a buxom wench, splendid in her nudity, the tattered bedclothes now thrown aside in disarray; exposed, debauched, bare and brazen, arching her curvaceous figure wantonly against her brawny lower class man. 

She beamed.

Pushing Burt’s hand aside, she rose to her knees and faced him, smiling down at his powerful physique as he lay prone upon the pallet.  Sparkling with mischief, she flashed her eyes at him then trailed them slowly downwards, downwards; settling them on the hot rod of flesh before her.  With hands upon his thighs, she leaned in toward it and ran her tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft, pressing firmly at its engorged resistance.  Reaching the tip she let it rest upon her chin, then trail its way down her neck and between her pendulous breasts as she surged forward towards him.

Burt moaned a little, his cock twitching in anticipation.  “By ‘eck our lass, yer eager this mornin!” He grinned.  “Ger ere and give me that saucy  cranny o’ yours.”  She smiled a kiss onto his parted lips, pressing her breasts down against the muscly plateau of his torso and planted her knees astride him. 

“Ride me, lassie,” said Burt, “ride me quick, like them there ‘orses. There’s work waitin’ and I’ve not got  the mornin to spare.”  He beckoned her, urging his hips upwards off the pallet in his impatience.

“Ye’ll make time for me, our lad,” grinned Ann, planting her palms down on his solid chest and pressing him back onto the pallet.  Shifting her weight, she deftly swept his considerable manhood inside of her with one lust-fuelled, shuddering jerk.  Smiling down at him as he panted in expectancy, she gazed knowingly into his widened, covetous eyes as she rode him slow and rhythmically.

Burt’s breath came deep and convulsive as he reached around to her buttocks, grasping and grabbing handfuls of the creamy flesh, pulling her deeper and harder onto him.  “OO you filthy strumpet; that’s my girl!” he cried.  “Give it to me, Mavis, please, do it luv… Do it like that Lady Ann riding her filly out on t’meadow!” 

Ann’s breath drew in sharply at the mention of her name, a filthy rush of libidinous gratification coursing through her body and sending a spasm of pure ecstasy hard against the resistance of Burt’s cock. Her mind soared, spinning again the picture of herself, reckless and debauched, screwing her filthy stable hand in the golden glow of the early morning light.  Another gasp as she thrust deeper, harder, and a final, vital grinding push, and then… everything.