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"Hether was on the bed getting spit roasted just like I had seen her before."

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I took refuge in my hut at my allotment as the heavens had opened.  Looking out the window I could see a woman trying to shelter under a tree, but it wasn’t working, and she was slowly getting soaked.  I called out to her and said that I had shelter.  She ran to my hut and was grateful to get in out the rain.  I immediately recognized her as the daughter of one of my neighbors.  Heather thanked me as she came in out of the rain.  I knew that Heather had started work as I sometime saw her on the early bus going to work.

 

She was quite a pretty girl of around about 5’6” tall and she had a large swelling of breast, not quite as big as her mother’s yet, but well on the way to equaling or surpassing them.  She had long dark hair that she would often toss around to clear her own face.  Then the last thing I knew about her was that she was a handful at home and her father had threatened to kick her out and her reputation was one of being a total slut.  I had no evidence of that but had heard it from plenty of other people.

 

I had a kettle boiling and asked her if she would like a tea or coffee.  Heather asked hadn’t I got anything stronger.  I told her no and informed her that my wife had left me due to drinking and I had now gone eleven months without a single drop.  She said she had wondered why my wife had left, then she said, “I thought perhaps you were fucking around and got caught.”   I rebuked her for using such language.  Heather then said she would have a cup of tea and as I started to pour two cups of tea Heather took her soaked jacket off and then to my shock her skirt as well.  She laughed at my shock and said, “You must have seen a woman in bra and pants before. Afterall you were married.”

 

I had a small gas heater and put it on for her to dry her clothing out.  Her blouse was soon with her other garments drying out.  I’m sorry to say that as a thirty-eight year old man who hadn’t had sex for well over a year, I couldn’t keep my eyes from her tits or her Pussy that made her panties bulge with a pronounced camel toe.  I think Pamela was enjoying me looking at her and would wiggle her arse around on the chair making her tits wobble.  The rain had stopped and our teas drunk.  Pamela got up from the chair and bent forward to see how her clothes were drying.  She turned them all around and while she did, I had a great view on her legs all the way up to her arse.  Her pussy lips were straining the material and now bulged and almost at my eye level as I sat on some crates.  The view I had of her from behind had my cock swelling.

 

“Another five minutes,” she said as she sat back down and hoisted her bra making sure her tits were fully back in her bra.  My cock swelled just a little more.  “No new missus then,” she asked as we sat looking at each other.  As I told her no.   She saw the combination lock that I lock the shed with and moved it a few inches.  Then she stood and took the two steps to the window giving me another view of her arse.  I was beginning to get uncomfortable in the trouser region.  Heather declared that the rain had all cleared up, and with that she bent again and picked up her clothes and began to redress herself. 

 

Then fully dressed she turned to me and as I stood, she thanked me and as I stood next to her, she pouted her lips and kissed me on my lips.  Then just before she left, she stroked her hand over the bulge in my trousers and said, “I think you had better take care of this.”  Then she was out of the hut and walking up the path towards her house.   She wasn’t wrong about needing to take care of the full erection I now had.  I had my cock out and wanked as I watched her wiggle her arse as she walked slowly away.  It was my first instant of seeing what a slut she could be.

 

I had taken to doing an hours work on my allotment most evenings on my way home from work, and at other time at times during the weekends.  It was a few days later that I noticed things in my hut had moved.  Not far but they had definitely moved.  I couldn’t understand how that could be.  I put everything back exactly where they had been.  The following day some crates had moved again. Not far but far enough to know they had moved.  I moved everything back where it started and with a bit of chalk put marks exactly where everything was.  The following evening, I had irrefutable evidence that things had moved again.  I couldn’t work out haw that could be.  I almost turned to having a drink, but just managed not to.

 

Over the weekend I was talking to a different neighbor near me, her husband was in his garage working out what he was taking to the refuse tip, what he would sell and what he wanted to keep.  Sally invited me to Join Ross and see if there was anything I wanted.  I rescued a few gardening tools for the allotment and Ross asked did I want a bicycle.  It looked to be quite a nice one but had two flat wheels.  He said it was mine if I wanted it.  I decided I would have it.  I thought it would help me keep fit and secondly on nice days it might be quicker getting to and from work than on the bus.  I wheeled it home along with carrying the tools.  I soon had the wheels of and had to catch a bus to town to get new tires and innertubes.  I thought, if I had the bike working, I could have cycled into town.  Later in the day I had my first test ride.  I started off a little shaky, but I was soon cycling around like I had done it all my life.

 

Monday, I left at my normal time and got into work several minutes earlier than I normally would.  Come finish time I started to cycle home, it was uphill and even with gears it was hard work and instead of going to the allotment I went straight home.  A little tired, but happy with myself I had got home almost fifteen minutes earlier than if I caught the bus.  I did the same the next few days and still got home earlier.  I decided that Thursday I must go to the allotment.

 

When I did get to the allotment, out of breath, I was putting the lock on the bicycle when I heard, “Yes, Yes, Arghh.”  It was accompanied by a large groan.  There was no mistaking the sound of people having sex.  I allowed them enough time to get dressed and then burst in on them.  Surprise, surprise. It was Heather and some spotty yob.  He rushed off apologizing.  Heather wasn’t so sorry and said that I had probably listened to them and perhaps even if I was lucky watched.  Now I knew how the stuff in my hut was being moved, she had taken note of the padlocks number whilst it was open, and it was Heather and her spotty friends that were moving things.   I told her it had to stop, and I tried to be very cross with her.  I think I was wasting my time as she walked past me and left, she again stroked my cock as she passed me.  This time, at least my cock was soft.

 

Friday, I again went straight to my hut, from work, and this time everything was where I had left it.  I thought that the talking to I gave Heather had worked.   Then on Monday things had moved again.  I was cross with her, but she wasn’t there to tell off.  Tuesday the hut was untouched.  Wednesday was the first day of the Cheltenham Gold Cup festival.  There was no traffic at all on the roads and I was at the hut even earlier than normal.  The hut door was partially open and there were lots of noises coming from the hut.  I peeked into the window to see not one lad with Heather, there were two!  Heather was almost wearing her bra and her tits were dangling out off the cups and wobbling around as a lad behind’s cock slammed in and out of her pussy.  It was the only garment she had on.  The other lad was in front of her and as she went back and forward, his cock was being absorbed in her mouth and then reappeared as the lad at the back pulled back.  Yes, she was being spit roasted.  I could feel my cock getting hard just watching.  I watched for a few minutes and then I took my bicycle and went home.   I ended up wanking myself silly using the images of Heather to get myself off on.

 

Thursday the traffic was still light as the festival was still on.   When I arrived at my hut, gain the hut door was ajar, only this time the only noise coming from the hut was sobbing.   On entering I found Heather sat sobbing and swigging from a bottle of Gin.  I told her that wouldn’t help, and that I should know.  Heather told me how she had a blazing row with her parents, and they had told her to go.  She wasn’t sure if it was to get out of their sight for a while, or to go permanently.  I asked was it that bad.  She said her father had warned her many times for her bad behavior and today she had pushed him too far.  I asked what she could have done that was so bad.  Heather told me that her father had caught her several times with boys in compromising positions and she often deliberately walked around at home barely covered.

 

I made her a cup of tea and told her that she could stay in the hut to give her father time to calm down before going home.  I was a bit surprise as she got up and kissed me on my forehead.  I could feel my cock twitching, so I decided to go and do some work on the allotment to cool down.  I left Heather there.   An hour or so later I cleaned up and asked Heather to lock up when she left.  I didn’t see Heather for almost a week.  When I did, she was back to her old ways and was on her knees in the hut sucking some lucky lad’s cock.  I deliberately interrupted them, and the lad was quickly covering himself up and scuttling away.  Heather stood up and had her tits hanging out of the top of her blouse and bra.  Heather was unrepentant and joked that she hoped I had enjoyed watching.

 

Enjoy watching!   I wanted to bend her over and fuck her silly, but I was twice her age.  After putting her tits away, she said that we should have a cup of tea if she wasn’t getting fucked.  As excited as I was, and I was excited and my cock was rock hard, I tried to again tell her off for her bad behavior.   I told her I was surprised her father threatened to throw her out and asked how that was going with him.  “Oh, he’s a walk over, and Mum persuaded him to give me another chance,” she informed me.  After our cup of tea, I stood to go and do some work.  My erection hadn’t subsided that match and Heather deliberately run her hand over it as I passed her.  I told her it was behavior like that was why she was always at loggerheads with her father.  Heather just laughed.  A while later she left as I worked on.

 

I didn’t see Heather again for several weeks.  I wondered if she had left, or perhaps sorted out things at home or even got a regular boyfriend.  Then I arrived at the allotments to be told by one of the other people there, that there was a girl in my hut crying her eyes out.  He joked what had I done to her and added had I got her pregnant or something.  He was right Heather was in floods of tears.  It took a long time to calm her down.  It took a lot more than a cup of tea.  When she finally calmed enough to talk to, she was telling me her father had finally done it.  He even took her front door key, and her mother even supported his decision that she had to go.

 

I asked what had she done that was so bad for him to go that far.  I might have guessed.  Her parents found her in their bed with two lads in a sexual tryst and all three of them had been drinking his whisky to add to the insult.  She started to sob again, and I told her not to cry and cuddled her to me, then I stupidly told her that she could stay with me until she got herself sorted out.  The tears dried up and she planted a big kiss on my lips.  I could feel my cock twitch, and at that moment I wondered what I had just let myself in for.

 

There was no work on the allotment done that evening and we were soon walking towards my house.  Me pushing my bicycle and Heather carrying a suitcase of what I suspected were her clothes.  Indoor I managed to rustle up a meal for both of us.  I don’t keep a lot in the cupboards as there had only been me here for the last eighteen months now.  We sat watching a little television and then I showed Heather to the spare room, and where the bathroom was.  Heather straight away made use of the bathroom.  I was stood around waiting to have a pee before turning in myself.  Heather came out in just bra and panties and holding the rest of her clothes and her toiletry bag.  She saw me and said she was sorry and planted a small kiss on my cheek and scurried off to her bedroom.

 

I ended having to have a wank in the toilet before I could manage to have the pee that I had waited to have and needed.  Again, in bed, the various times and positions I had caught Heather in, had me wanking again before I finally managed to get to sleep.  The following day Heather was up bright and early, and we shared the last of the cornflakes and milk before I cycled off to work and Heather went and waited for the bus.  That evening Heather was waiting for me at the allotments.  She had made and poured me a cup of tea.  I told her that I wanted to do something quickly on my patch and then I needed to go shopping for food and other stuff.  As I did what I wanted, Heather washed and wiped our cups, and we were soon walking back to my house together.

 

Heather was quite chatty.  During the chat Heather apologized for coming out the bathroom barely covered.  I told her that I had enjoyed it, even if it was wrong of her.  She asked what had become of my wife and I told her that she was now living with someone else and to be honest it was all my own fault.  Then we were in my car heading for the supermarket.  I grabbed a trolley and Heather grabbed a second one saying she couldn’t expect me to support her and besides she earnt fairly good money.  As we went round, I put stuff in my trolley, and she put stuff in hers.  I bought things I wouldn’t have normally bothered with on my own.  Then as we got to the tills, we bumped into someone from work.  Introduced George to Heather.  He assumed she was my daughter and neither heather nor I corrected his assumption.  In the car we laughed about it.

 

Back home I was going to put her stuff separate from mine, but Heather said that was silly, and we just filled the cupboards.  Heather cooked for me, and it was the first meal in eighteen months that I had not prepared or cooked myself and she even insisted on washing up afterwards.  I just about finished drying up and putting the stuff away and Heather gave me a kiss on my forehead.  We spent an enjoyable evening talking and watching a film.  Then as we both retired upstairs, Heather joked, “Bra and panties or fully dressed,” as she went into the bathroom.  I joked “Bra and panties please.”  She did and I had another nice view of the swelling of her breast and then her arse cheeks as she deliberately wiggled her arse as she went into her bedroom.  I needed another wank to sort myself out.

 

It became a nightly thing that she would tease me, and I would end up wanking in the bathroom and then sometimes again in bed.  Heather was turning into a good house partner and at the weekend she hoovered and dusted everywhere using two cans of spray polish, she even stripped both our beds and put several lots of washing and drying on.  I couldn’t remember the last time the house looked so spick and span.  I was so pleased that on Sunday I suggested as a treat I would take her out for a meal, and we ended up at a nice pub that had a lunchtime carvery.  Heather went to get drinks and I got tickets for the carvery.  I told Heather that I would have a coke as I don’t drink alcohol anymore.  Heather had a glass of wine.  I must admit it did look good, but I resisted having a drink.  Afterwards as we walked to the carpark, Heather suddenly hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and told me she was so happy staying with me.  I told her I was enjoying her company too.

 

Unbeknown to me, someone else from work was there and had seen the hug and kiss and added up two and two and came up with five.  On Monday there were a lot of chatting going on and it was some time before George told me that the chat was all about me, and my new lover.  He had told whoever had seen us at the pub, that Heather was my daughter.  Someone else that knew me better, corrected George that I didn’t have a daughter or any other kids for that matter.  So, the new assumption was we were lovers.  I decided that if that was what they thought who was I to spoil their chatter.

 

Later after heather and I had finished at the allotment and had walked home, I started dinner.  Then I told Heather what the rumors were at work.  I don’t think I had heard her laugh so much.  She wasn’t laughing at me or that we could have been lovers, but at meddling people jumping to the wrong assumptions.  She even said that I was a good-looking man, and she could see that I could enjoy a younger woman.  Later after dinner she disappeared to her room for a few minutes before we sat watching television.  That night we went through the normal ritual of Heather going into the bathroom first.  When she came out, I couldn’t believe what I saw.  Not just the customary bra and panties, but a peephole bra, and taking a second look, crotchless panties.  God my cock was hard as she wiggled up the landing to her bedroom.  I spent some time in the toilet wanking, and as I did so, I could hear Heather softly moaning in her bedroom.  I guessed she had not only excited me but also herself.

 

We had now lived in my house together for nearly four months and I was sure that Heather was settled and was happy.  As far as I knew she hadn’t made any attempt to look for her own place.  I had got used to her, and to be honest I had grown fond of her and didn’t really want her to leave.  Also in that time, to my knowledge, she hadn’t seen any of the lads she had been going with before I took her in.  Other than her sexy flashing for me at a nighttime, I thought she was keeping herself to herself.  We had the occasional hug and kisses, but they were like a daughter might give her father or an uncle.  Then one evening I was at the allotment and saw her walking towards the allotment holding hands with a lad.  As they got closer, they had a quick kiss and he went one way, and she came to the hut.  I guessed that it had to happen, a young single good-looking girl wanting a boyfriend, and probably sex.  I resigned myself that she would be off out courting, and I would be on my own again.

 

I was expecting Heather to tell me she was off out after dinner, but it didn’t happen.  She had her own front door key by nowHeater to say she was going out after ewe ahd had tea

, so she could have come and gone if she wished.  Instead, she sat watching a film with me.  Again, at bedtime I got my nightly flash of her body as she disappeared into her bedroom.  The next evening, again from the allotment, I see her hand in hand and not just one lad.  She was between two lads.  Again, they stopped, and she gave both of them a quick snog and they went one way and she continued to the hut.  Straight away I wondered if she had started back in her old ways.  I had seen no evidence of anything happening in the hut or in my home.

 

I saw her several more times with lads, and each time they were given a snog and then she left them.  I did notice that it wasn’t always the same lads.  I was a little annoyed with her, but it was her life, and it wasn’t in my hut or my home so really it was nothing to do with me.  On the fourth occasion Heather seemed in a particularly good mood when she got to the hut and was humming and singing to herself.  I asked why she was so happy, expecting to me told that she had a boyfriend or two.  She just said that she had decided what direction she wanted her life to go in.  I looked at her questioningly, but she didn’t give anything away.  As I cleared up the hut. Heather gave me a playful slap on the arse.  How many times had I wanted to do that to her?

 

That night I got the regular flash, but like once before she was in her peephole bra and crotchless panties.  Between the playful slap earlier and now the flash, how I never jumped her bones I just don’t know.  My right hand worked overtime that night.  The following day she was again hand in hand with two lads and again they both got a snog before she came to the hut.  I must admit I felt annoyed and also just a bit jealous.  I still enjoyed the nightly flashing.

 

The following day I was at the allotment and watching out for Heater, expecting at any minute to see her turning the corner and walk down the path with a couple of yobs, but it didn’t happen.  She didn’t come. I went home wondering if something had happened, I felt quite worried and had a knot in my stomach.   I knew what had happened to her the moment I opened the front door.  I could hear her groaning and some yob grunting.  She had brought some yob home, to my home, and was fucking him in my house.  I strode up the stairs two steps at a time and crashed into her bedroom to see her being spit roasted by two yobs, just like I had seen before at the hut.  I shouted at the yobs to get out of my house before I hurt them.  Heather was rapidly pulling on a pair of panties.

 

As she did, she turned to me and gave me a mouthful of abuse, right there in my own home.  I was so annoyed that I grabbed hold of her as I sat on the bed and hauled her across my lap and landed a blow on her arse.  Heather squealed but still kept verbally abusing me.  I grabbed her panties and ripped them down her legs and landed several more blows on her arse.  I got one further stream of abuse from her mouth, which provoked me to land four or five more blows.  Heather had gone quiet, and I stroked her bright red arse.  It felt hot and also nice and firm.  I suddenly realized that I had a real boner of an erection that was pushing into Heather’s stomach as she lay across my lap.  Heather groaned that I couldn’t do that, and I wasn’t her father.

 

I could feel my anger building again and told her I could do what I wanted in my own home.  I don’t think I even heard her reply before the red mist descended and I found myself heaving her off my lap and laying her face down on the bed before I was unzipping my hard cock and then pulling Heather into the kneeling position and slamming my cock hard into her wet open pussy.  My cock went balls deep with a single thrust and Heather just groaned.  Then I was banging her pussy hell for leather and Heather was groaning with every thrust.  It wasn’t long before I was spewing my cum deep in her pussy.  Heather was shaking and now making short gasping sounds.  I let her go and she dropped face down on the bed still gasping.   I staggered backwards and sat on a chair with my cock still dangling out of my trousers.

 

It was some time before I was ready to talk, and started to apologize, worrying she could report me for rape, or that I might have made her pregnant.  Heather stopped me from apologizing asking why it had taken me so long.  I asked her so long for what and she replied so long for you to fuck me. She got off the bed and came and sat cautiously on my lap with my now limp cock between her legs.  “I have been waiting for you to fuck me for months,” she told me.  She went on to say that even before her father threw her out, her behavior in my hut with other lads was to provoke me into fucking her. 

 

Her father kicking her out was genuine enough, as he had caught her fucking two lads.  She said she would make no apology for enjoying sex, nobody should.  She said she knew that I had seen her with yobs on the way to my hut and had deliberately snogged them to wind me up.  She said she knew I was wanking night after night having seen most of what she had to offer.  She added that she couldn’t believe it had taken me so long and she had to fuck two lads to finally get me worked up enough to fuck her.  She said that I could have slapped her arse a bit softer as it was now pretty sore and stood up leaving me with another erection.  Heather joked that clearly, I hadn’t had enough yet.  I went and found some soothing cream and rubbed it lovingly into her arse.  It did nothing to relieve my throbbing cock though.

 

Heather did that by laying with her arse over the end of the bed and me carefully fucking her again.  No dinner that night.  We lay in her bed kissing and stroking each other before falling off to sleep.  Heater was pretty insatiable, and it was her that instigated us having sex in the shower the next morning.  After work I was in the hut when she arrived, and she walked straight into the hut and removed her coat.  Heather was naked underneath her coat.  Her clothes were in a carrier bag.  The sex in the hut was fantastic.

 

That night she moved into my bedroom with me. No more teasing games.  There was no need as I had her naked in my bed.  I performed oral sex on her, enjoying every minute of licking and sucking her pussy.  After she had come twice and was laying there recovering, she told me it was only the second time a man had licked her pussy and the first time wasn’t a patch on what I had just done with her.  I knew she liked sucking cocks as I had seen her do it several times, but I didn’t know just how good she was at it, until she ducked under the duvet and showed me, and she enjoyed the taste of my cum and swallowed every last bit.  I told her if only my wife had been half as good at sucking cock, perhaps I wouldn’t have become an alcoholic.  It was a bit unfair on my wife.

 

Heather was unpredictable, and I had more sex that I had in my teens, and in far more places.  The sex just got better and better.  I guess that it was because the sex and lust were turning into love.  On one occasion I came home to find her in the lounge with some yob.  I immediately suspected that she had probably had sex with him, but I couldn’t see any evidence of it.  After he left Heather looked at me and said,” I didn’t do it.”   I asked what she hadn’t done.  Heather sad that I probably think she had just fucked her friend. She said she didn’t know how she could prove it, but she hadn’t had sex with anyone else since our first fuck when I slapped her arse.  I told her I believed her.

 

Heather wasn’t convinced that I believed her and stood and walked to the dining table taking her panties off on route.  She sat on the table and opened her legs and used her fingers to open her pussy.  “Look it’s dry and clean,” she told me.  I was quickly between her legs licking her pussy again.  That was the start of a long evening of lovemaking.

 

Just after her twenty second birthday, Heather was a bit quiet and seemed to have gone of sex a little, not completely just a bit.  We had been together for two years and I was again wondering if there was someone else.  Instead of doing the silly thing of accusing her I decided to be more loving and give her more hugs and kisses.  It did the trick as a few nights later cuddled up in bed Heather suddenly said, “You’re going to be a dad.”  I was shocked, but just hugged and kissed her.   Heather took that to mean that I was happy.  Inside I was excited and scared all at the same time.  As we lay there, Heater said she had been quiet for the last few days as she had missed her period and was scared to tell me, thinking I would be angry and kick her out.  I told her I could never do that.  She scrambled out of bed and went to the dresser and returned with the tester that said she was pregnant.  The shock and fear had worn off a little and I kissed her.

 

That was it, the tester was discarded, and she was on top of me trying to get my cock into her pussy.  The minute it was in, she was riding me harder that she had ever done before.  Afterwards the warmth I felt for her was a positive glow from a raging fire within me.   The next morning as Heather went off to work, instead of going to work, I went to where I believed my wife now lived.  She looked totally shocked to see me and that I was stone cold sober.  She said she didn’t want any trouble.  I assured her I wasn’t there to make trouble.  Reluctantly she let me in and over a cup of tea I told her I had met someone, and I had been sober a long time now and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with my friend.  I could hardly believe what I was saying.  Then I said it, “I love Heather and want to be with her, and I would like a divorce.”

 

My wife looked a little stunned, but finally said that she too had thought about getting a divorce but thought that I would be a drunk slob and fight her all the way.  She joked that had I not been a drunk or recovering drunk she would have offered me a drink.  I told her she could offer me one, but I wouldn’t accept it.  She said that whoever Heather was she had done me the world of good.  We ended up agreeing to even use the same solicitor to process a quicky divorce for us and split the costs.  It was the first amicable conversation I had with my wife for many years.  She even kissed me on the cheek when I left her and went home.

 

I spent the rest of the day on my allotment.  Later Heather met me there and I told her what I had done.  She hugged and kissed me.  Later after tea I suggested that she should let her parents know that she was going to make them grandparents.  Heather said it was early days for that, but the excitement got the better of her and she said OK if I would take her.

 

Her parents were quite aware that Heather was living with me as they had obviously seen her coming and going from our house.  On seeing us she let us in.  Heather’s father was sat in the lounge and stood as we entered the room.  Before Heather had a chance to say anything, he shook my hand saying thank you.  I asked what for?   He told me for taking his wayward daughter in and straightening her out.  I assured him that she had sorted her own life out.  We were offered seats and a drink.  I had to tell them that I don’t drink.  Heather’s mum was gushing at having Heather in the house.  Then Her father asked why she was home now.

 

Heather came right out with it in her excitement telling them she was pregnant.  Her father put the first dampener on it, “What scruffy yobbo has knocked you up?” he asked.   Heather told him it wasn’t a yobbo.  Then she took my hand and told him that we are gong to be parents.  The look of love and joy in her eyes said it all.  The moment was quickly ruined when he yelled, “Get out of my house the dirty pervert.  You’re nothing but a pedophile, grooming our daughter.”

 

With that Heather and I quickly left.  Even to this day, almost ten years later and two kids to make our perfect family, her father has never spoken to her again.  Her mother visits whenever she can she has accepted me and that I love her daughter and our children.  All I can say is that yes, Heather was unruly and a slut when we met, but she has turned into a good and perfect wife and mother.

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