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On this episode of Wild and Bed, Kate is widowed
and alone on the small holdings she inherited from her
late husband. She has accepted her life will be alone,
going into her later years. But when Kate accepts the
help of two agricultural students and then has a freak accident,
she must rethink all of her assumptions. Hi, it's Devlin
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early morning jew kissed at Kate's feet as she walked
across the soft grass. She knew the perfect spot for
this time of day, a place to reminisce and enjoy
her mug of coffee in peace before the chaos of
the day began. Wiping the damp residue of the previous
night's rain from the garden seat, she sat and just
stared at the morning sun as it lazily made its
way up between the trees, the veil of night receding,
and the first caress of the sun's warmsk and the
first caress of the sun's warm kiss moved over her face.
It was moments like these that she never regretted selling
the small hole day, even after John had passed twenty
years ago. Twenty years, she pondered. She felt it every
morning she looked in the mirror, but it wasn't where
she was inside. In her heart. She was still thirty
at the very oldest. Of course, her joints creaked more
than they once did. She wasn't as nimble moving around
the animals, but that didn't stop the young woman who
still lived inside her. She pushed her strawberry blonde hair
away from her face as she took a sip of coffee.
Even that betrayed her Now flecks of silver glistened in
the morning sun. This was the first year she had
decided to accept student volunteers from the local agricultural college.
This was her one admission to the Unstoppable March of
the Years, satisfying her that she may be able to
pass over some of her years of experience and knowledge
to a younger generation. It was most definitely not because
she was getting older and just about everything seemed more difficult.
Kate watched the old swing move gently in the morning breeze.
John had attached it to the old oak tree the
first year they had moved in. It was double wit
so they could both sit on it together. Their love Swing,
they called it. She told her grandchildren the story of
how her and John used to use their love swing
every night, only to be met with sniggers from behind
young hands. When she'd asked them why it was so funny,
they had just suggested she look it up on the internet.
She had and had a night of eye opening exploration.
Had changed, and somewhere along the way she had got
left behind. In her younger years, she had been daring
and rebellious. She had gone to music festivals, smoked pot,
and had more boyfriends and girlfriends than you could count. Now,
she just felt like she was ticking off the days.
She didn't grab life anymore, not like she used to.
The breeze moved under her robe, kissing the tender flesh
on the back of her thighs, forcing them to tremble
a little with a cold chill, with invasive caress pushing higher,
reminding her of her nakedness beneath her robe and igniting
old desires that had been dormant for way too long.
Without thinking, she placed the coffee cup on the table
next to her and let her fingers slide between the
folds of a robe. Her hands still warm from holding
the cup. The sensation was exasperated as her fingers ventured
between her thighs. Her lips were warm, but tingling from
the corner. Air looked gently brushed over her, Finding her
nub of pleasure, she massaged it gently, immersing herself in
the gentle heat that radiated across her body. It may
have been years ago, but the memories of the men
and women she had been intimate with were still so
vivid in her mind. Biting her lip, she sank into
the memories as if they were all she had left.
Her stomach clutched gently with need as the first wave
of pleasure moved over her, as being the cool morning
air in Kate let go, her orgasms, spreading gently from
the tips of her fingers as she sank into the
feeling that burned through her. Planting gently and giggling at
herself for her moment of indiscretion, she wrapped her rope
back around her and picked up her coffee. She could
feel the heat of her rose cheeks stinging gently as
the cool morning breeze caressed her skin. Savoring a last
sip of caffeine, Kate let her mind wander to the
day ahead. What the hell was she going to do
with the two students who had never worked the land before. Sure,
they might have read books and looked at all the
pretty pictures and videos, but that didn't prepare them for
what actually needed doing. Kate sighed as she rose from
the chair. In twenty years, her schedule had been set
by animals, by nature, by the weather. Today that would
change and she would have to deal with people, and
young people at that. Tracing her path back up to
the house, she looked to the clock on the wall
as she set her empty cup into the sink. She
had told them to be there for seven point thirty.
That gave her an hour to prepare herself. Was there
really enough time? Turning on her shower before digging her
faded jeans and a woolen sweater out of the closet,
Kate prepared herself as best she could. They would have
to get used to basic dressing if they were going
to work at the land. She decided there was no
point in putting anything fancy on. By seven am, she
was back in her kitchen. Normally she would just get
with her day, but now she had to wait, and
that really didn't put her in a positive frame of mind.
She was grouchy. She suddenly felt like her life was
under control of other people, and she hated that her
mood was not lightened any by a loud knocking at
the door. She knew who it was before she even
started toward the entrance. Who the hell else was going
to be there at this time of the morning, and
grasping the handle, she swung the door open with a
furiosity she would normally reserve for irritated bullocks, and glared
at the two fresh faces that peered up from her doorstep.
Well can I help you, she said, in a tone
that made it clear she had no interest in helping
either one of them. It's christ and Sophie from the economy.
They said, you would let us have work time with you,
The young lad managed he couldn't have me more than
twenty two and told by anyone's measure. Yet the ferocity
of her tone had made him try to shrink as
much as possible into the doorstep. Kate's eyes flicked to
the girl. Sophie was it, who frankly looked like she
might explode into tears at a moment's notice. Sophie was
definitely cute in an innocent way. An avalanche of freckles
peppered her porcelain skin, and her red hair framed her
moonface and green eyes beautifully, But Kate had to wonder
if she was really cut out for this. She looked
so delicate and fragile. Sophie's pupils dilated as she watched
Kate before saying, what would you like us to do?
I'm good at masturbating rams for seeming killing. Kate stared
in more than a little amusement at the thought of
this pure looking girl massaging her rams to the point
of ejaculation. Maybe she wasn't as innocent as she thought. Eventually,
Kate started to respond, Well, Sophie, why don't you start
with the chickens. Let them out and check their water
and feeders, collect any eggs and put them on the
kitchen table, she said. Turning to Chris, she studied him
for a moment. He clearly had a muscular body underneath
his loose T shirt. Maybe he could have a use
at fixing some fencing. Chris, you come with me. I
need to find out how the sheep are escaping. Turning
back to Sophie, she said, when you're done, just follow
the fence line by that oak tree. She indicated the
oak tree with their love swing off. We'll be along
there somewhere. Watching the movement of Soviet's ass in tie
jeans as she wandered toward the chicken coop sparked something
in Kate she hadn't felt for many years. Snapping herself
out of her meanderings, she said to Chris, come on
before too many more escape, and she started walking briskly
toward the oak tree, Chris running to keep up in
her trail. The corner of the fence line was indeed
just beyond the oak tree and followed the banking of
the river. Kate already suspected she knew where the problem
would be, but it wouldn't hurt the young lad to
get used to inspecting fences. Eventually, they came to a
spot where the fence went through the river, and as
Kate had suspected, the recent rainfall had coolsed the river
to flood and pulled the fence down, providing an easy
escape route for sheep. And looking down at the river,
there was no option but to climb down and get
into the water to resurrect the fence line. Turning to Chris,
she asked, you don't mind getting a little wet, do you?
Chris just shook his head. For some reason, he seemed
unable to look into her eyes. Okay, follow me, she said,
as she started climbing down the muddy embankment. Chris followed
her nervously down the banking until they both stood knee
deep in the flask flowing river. Kate knew not to
venture too far out into the water, as it became
a lot deeper just a few feet from the bank. Carefully,
she edged her way through the flowing river, trying to
make sure of every step before putting weight on her feet.
Be careful, she called back to Chris. If she turned
to watch him, she would most definitely end up ass
first in the water, eventually reaching the fence line, realizing
she was just inches from the deepest part of the river,
and waited for Chris to get to her. There was
suddenly a splashing sound behind her, and instinct took over.
She just knew that Chris was stumbling and it probably
wasn't a good idea to have a student and drown
on his first day on the farm. She turned her
arms outstretched to catch him. The stone under her feet
shifted as she felt the undeniable force of gravity bear
on her and push her into the river. Cold water
flooded over her body. The strength of the flow dragged
her against the fence. Her arms splashed into the river,
her feet dropped, searching desperately for somewhere to stand. The
river filled her mouth, forcing her to gasp for air.
Her body piped flailing for safety. Her hands grasped for
anything she could find, but no safe haven presented itself.
Her head dropped beneath the surface again and again, the
mud in the river stinging her eyes, unable to see,
only infuriated the panic coursing through her, gasping desperately for breath.
Every attempt to breathe thwarted by another flood of water,
her mind clouding from fear and confusion. The sun in
the sky above seemed to turn to gray as she
sunk beneath the surface again. Suddenly she could feel strong
arms around her, holding her against the onslaught of water. John,
she whispered, as her mind slipped from her control. There
was a sensation of rushing, of moving through the water,
and the clean, beautiful air filled her lungs. Gasping, she
willed it to fill her body as she felt the
pillow of soft mud under her limp body, not daring
to open her eyes for the longest moment for fear
of what she might discover. When she eventually did, clear
blue sky filled her vision, the brightness of the sun
burned at her eyes. Wos John. She eventually heard Chris ask,
waiting for her breath to return to somewhere near normal.
Before answering, she eventually spluttered out, he is my late husband,
drowned right here twenty years ago. If he was your husband,
he was a lucky man. Chris said, and sounding sincere,
Kate laughed ruefully. Why on earth do you say that?
She said, as her mock laughter died away. You're beautiful,
he whispered, shyness strangling his tone. Kate laughed again. Raising
a hand, she shielded her eyes from the brutal glare
of the sun as she looked at him curiously. Warboll
that on, how the hell am I beautiful? She said,
her voice barely concealing her disbelief. Chris turned to face her,
his eyes dancing over her wet form, caressing her from
head to toe. Kate was suddenly very conscious she had
not worn a bra today, and her nipples were painfully
erect from the cold water, even through the loose knit
wool of the sweater. There was a frustrated passion in
his eyes as he leaned towards her, brushing the dripping
strands of her hair from her face. You have such
a strong presence to you, he ventured, as his fingers
caressed her jaw line, his thumb pressing gently over her lips,
forcing them open a little. Kate wanted to respond, but
was only met by Chris's lips, pressing gently yet firmly
against hers, his body firm under his wet clothes. She
could feel his erection, youthful and firm, pressing against her stomach.
Pulling his head back, he held a gaze as he whispered,
I love the blue of your eyes. His fingers tracing
gently under her eyes, down her cheeks, leaning, Chris kissed
her cheirs. I love your neck, he said, as his
lips caress has sensed his skin on her neck. The
warm movement of his lips burned at her still cold skin,
forcing goosebumps to pepper her body, a flood of long
forgotten desire, a mass between her thighs, her mind, an
avalanche of lust. He kissed down her chest, his lips
brushing the curves of her breast through the woolen sweater,
before securing his lips over and erect nipple through the
wet material, his tongue teasing around them, tempting them to
a new found arousal as his warm breath stun at
the icy cold water held against her body by the
silken wall. My love, how hard your nipples are, he whispered,
before dragging one of them between his teeth, forcing Kate's
back to arch. She knew sense should prevail, but had
been too damn long. Reaching down, her fingers grasped the
length of his erection. Through sudden denin, it pulsed playfully
to her touch. Fumbling with his genes, she eventually managed
to release him, his hard cot springing free, pressing like
a firebrand against her cold skin. Suddenly there was no sense,
no logic, just passion. As Kate pushed his jeans over
the tight curve of his ass, Chris sat back, pulling
her up and lifting her wet, swollen sweater over her head.
Her breast fell heavily against her skin as the material
finally released its grip from her body. His hands grasped
at the button of her jeans, freeing her before pulling
them up her legs, her body falling back into the
soft mud with a slap. Lifting her legs, he secured
her ankles over his shoulders before his fingers slid over
the material of her panties, tracing a line between her
thighs before pushing them to one side and exposing her
hungry need. Pressing his feet into the mud to afford
some resistance, his cockhead teased along the seam of her
sex before sliding inside. The sensation of being filled once again,
a being fucked, a being wanted, filled Kate's body with
a trembling desire. This young, attractive man throbbed inside her
as he thrust determinedly, the sensation of her skin sliding
against the warm mud enhance the sensation of feeling his
hard cock pressing with urgent need along the walls of
her pussy, his lust fueling her own desire, his need
vibrating along the length of his erection as he pounded
into her. Twenty years of abstinence flooded her body, forcing
her pussy to grasp hungrily at his cock, feeling every
inch of him as he thrust relentlessly into her sex fuck.
This had been too long, Her body, her ego needed this.
Biting into his shoulder to suppress her moans, Kate's orgasm
was already starting to well within her, pressing her legs
tight around his waist to push his thrust along her clid. Suddenly,
aware of a pair of green eyes watching them from
the top of the bank ignited something filled in Kate's mind,
their audience engulfing her body in carnal lust. Grabbing Chris's hands,
she wrestled him onto his back, his cock never falling
from a pussy before she sat over him, pounding her
body up and down the length of his throbbing erection.
Grasping at the mud, Kate smeared it over his body
as she continued to ride his hardcock. Leaning back, she
pushed the mud over her own breasts, massaging her nipples,
ensuring their spectator had something to watch. Grasping at his chest,
his body tightening against her, she could feel his orgasm
rising through him. Relentlessly, she pushed a clutching pussy against him,
wanting him to fill her. His hands raised, his fingers
grasping her breast, pinching her nipples as he moaned her name,
a hot stream of cum erupting inside her, dragging her
own beautiful orgasm, his cock still pulsing warm com Kate
lifted herself off him and turned, placing one knee either
side of his head, before lowering her still throbbing, dripping
pussy onto his mouth, her trembling clit rubbing over his
lips against the stubble on his chin, his tongue pressing
between her folds, and devouring that had come, like devouring
her come like a rabbit animal. As Kate lowered her head,
pressing her tongue along the length of his still pulsing cock.
She raised her eyes to make sure her audience was
still there, watching Sophie in the bushes. She was sure
her hand was inside her jeans as she watched the fuck.
The thought of Sophie getting off watching her fuck engulfed
her pussy with a fresh flood of fire. Her fingers
slipped over his balls, massaging them as her mouth slid
up and down his length, the sensations making his body
contort in pleasure underneath her, rubbing her clip over his face.
A rhorgasm accelerated, intensified, electrifying every nerve in her body.
Kate moaned loudly as her lips slid up and down
his length, the warm pulses of his cum filling her throat.
His fingers gripped her ass tightly, pulling her against him.
She was sure the onslaught of pleasure was too much
for him as she drained every drop of come from
his body. Lifting her head is colm rip down her chin,
and over her breasts. As Kate looked straight into Sophie's
green eyes beneath their moans, she could hear the gas
of a girl's pleasure. I'm sure Sophie had finding or ghasn't,
she grinned to herself. Rolling off Chris, she lay in
the warm caress of the mud for a while, letting
the after glow of pleasure resonate through her body. Once
her breathing hard return to normal, she said in the
most serious voice, you can manage. Come on, we still
have a fence to repair, before slapping his stomach with
a muddy hand. So what will happen next? Was it
Sophie watching them or someone else? Complete? Well to find out,
you'll just have to listen in next week as we
get wild in bed once again. But until then, and
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