Hi - Thanks again for your wonderful encouragement - I think the title all! please enjoy. Luv Sheila xxx It was Saturday, the day I get fucked by another man with my husband watching! A wonderful Saturday! It had dawned bright and sunny and the sky was clear. Al fresco fucking looked to be a strong possibility. We arrived at Lionel's at 4. The performance was scheduled for 7:30 but although the theme was set the actual location depended on the weather and things needed to be sorted, props, lighting etc., Lionel was going to supply a light meal and, of course, we had to get into our costumes. It was still warm, bright and sunny. I would get fucked in a sunlit dell in the woods aka on the lawn. Program. The L & S AmPorn Productions Ltd. Are proud to present, for 1 Night only A brand new play entitled – A Dirty Story (vol 3) Performance commences @7:30 sharp! Characters/Players Lady Caroline - Slutty Sheila My Beau - Lusting Lionel Voices off provided by 'In your head sounds' Audience - Tom Other parts played by 'Your Imagination' Setting It's the mid 1800's a sunlit dell in a secret wood. Lady Caroline is the only daughter of a nearly wealthy land owner slightly fallen on hard times. He needs to sell, sorry, marry his daughter to a rich man who will fix the roof of the family mansion and help with the general upkeep. Note from Author – It's a two hander guys! If it isn't Lady C talking it must be My Beau – stands to reason. Speech punctuation will be minimal or incorrect, as usual. Stage directions are enclosed in brackets and are supplied so that the reader may understand what the hell is going on. Different types of stage directions are identified thus: SD = Stage direction, Thinks = what the player is thinking not doing or acting, Pause = Pausing for effect during monologue, Voices off = exactly what it says on the tin, Prompt = Prompt, of course, used when the player dries but for obvious reasons it is unlikely that our heroine shall be dry anytime soon. Don't forget the pictures are much better on radio! It is for the reader to determine how any stage direction is performed thus giving the reader full responsibility for the player's performance. Any performance of less than Oscar standard is, therefore, the readers problem not that of the players. Photography and filming is strongly encouraged. @ 7:30 sharp. Alas alack, what AM I to do? My father would have me wed to a fat old rich man and he maketh me wear this dress with a décolletage that barely covers my breasts so that when I should forward bend my tits fall out. When a suitable suitor visits, father has me follow them about. He keeps dropping things for me to pick up. Should a fanciable young man, with few prospects, stop by and I bend to pick a pretty flower or even tie my shoe father scolds me and sends me to my room. How should a buxom young wench behave? I don't want to marry a fat old rich man. I want to marry a dashing young beau who will please my eye, pursue me, woo me and seduce me, then roger me, frequently! I read a lot, (pause pause, pause), of (Prompt – right pause, wrong place! 'then fuck me, pause pause pause. 'I read a lot... ' take it from 'then fuck me'). '...then fuck me. (pause pause pause). I read a lot of big books (SD, holds up A3 sized book – displaying title – Dirty Stories Vol. 3) Arrh, (Jim Lad?) I see before me a nicely convenient tartan picnic rug laying in this quiet sunlit glade. I think I shall lie here an read my dirty book where nobody shall see me, unfortunately. (SD kneels down, opens book and places it on the surprisingly available music stand which, equally surprisingly is adjusted to just the perfect height) Oh dear my tits have fallen out, again. Hello, is there anybody there? (pause, waiting for a response) I said is there anybody there? (longer pause – SD still no answer) No! Pity! (SD Lady C starts reading) Oh! her tits fell out too. She is kneeling up, I am doing that that as well. Now she is stroking her tits. I like this book I'll stroke my tits also. (OK you know what she's doing! Use your imagination! Do I have to type every bl***y word?) She likes that, her nipples are puckering up just like mine. I wonder if she has a warm wet patch at the top of her thigh's. She has! (Pause for reading) Now that's just plain rude! Sounds like fun though, I'll try it. (long, long pause) Ohhhh yes that is fun, (Pause, more reading – Hey Come on it's a book!) and that (Pause) and that's even more fun (Pause). She's taking her clothes off! Bloody rude or what? Didn't even check to see if anybody was around. I'd better take mine of too, (aside to audience - 'just in case somebody just happens to be around or they get in the way of whatever else she makes me do') Damn, damn damn! I've pulled the wrong string and now it's a knot! I'll never get this tight waspie under-bust corset off now. (Voices off - May I be of assistance?) What? Who are you? Where are you? Damn! I shouldn't have said that out loud. Think, fast - I'm not here, I don't exist, just take your tight waspie under-bust corset and all your other clothes off and pretend you ain't heard nuffin'. But you do exist, I can see you hiding behind that scrubby looking pot plant, you look like the vicar's son, anyway ain't ain't English, ain't ain't. I'm in your story, in your head, I'm not really here, honest. See that ring of mushrooms? That's a fairy ring. This is a magic dell and stories read here come to life. What does your story say happens? I don't know! Why not? I need to turn the page. (Thinks - My God! Thick or what? I'm in with a chance of getting into her knickers if I play my cards right.) Oh! It says my beau steps out of the bushes and undoes my laces. There y'go, I'm My Beau! Now turn around while I struggle with this knot. (SD - turns to face the audience) There all done! It's not a very big house tonight is it? No but it is a very important house, it's my husband! We need to be very, very good! Is that very very good at being good or very very good at being bad? That's very, very, very good at being very, very, extremely bad! Daddy wouldn't like it type of bad! OK, we can do that. What does the story say I do next? Nuzzle my neck Here? No up a bit and nearer to my ear It says that in the story? No, I'm improvising And? Stroke my tits. (long pause while you think of My Beau playing with her tits). My Beau, where is that hand going? I'm improvising! Oh, goody! Can you improvise getting me out of these clothes and seeing if my pussy is wet like it says in the story? (SD MB gets her kit off swift as you like, in the unlikely event that she changes her mind before she is totally naked) Wow! You look hot bitch! Now get MY kit off! Oh, My Beau, you say the sweetest things, you silver tongued smoothie. Wait a minute, I'm not wearing your kit! I'm naked! (Pause) Oh, silly me, I see what you mean – you want me to get you naked now so that we are both naked together. That sounds like lots of fun. (SD - Lady C tears his carefully velcroed clothes off. She kneels in front of him, her mouth open wide. MB's cock is rampant! She gazes up into MB's eyes.) Holy Moses! What the fuck am I to do with this? (Thinks – how will Tom react seeing this monster?) It wasn't as hard as this in rehearsals! That's because your husband is watching If you recall it was a stonker when we did that 'phone sex session with him last week. I bet if you check your pussy it is flooding. It's been flooded all day. (Audience, if it's any help I've got a bit of a stiffy too, same as last week!) (SD - both players look at the audience, it's naked it also has an impressive stiffy) That's OK then. What do I do now? Hang on, I'll check the story. It says improv, cum inter? Any ideas? Maybe if I improv you are supposed to cum inter? Inter what? I'm sure we can think of something! (SD – MB shuffles around so that our heroine can get her mouth over the impressive cock – strokes cock lovingly. Puts head in mouth (OK you know what I mean) sucks, licks, strokes and cums up for air) My Beau, am I sucking your cock to your liking? If you carry on like that for a minute or so longer you shall find out just how much to my liking it is. (Thinks – How's Tom taking this?) (SD – our heroine looks at the audience. It's gorn! Where's Tom? (Note to all, that's Where's Tom not Where's Wally! Looks around frantically.) (Thinks – have we gone too far?) (Directors note – Tom is at the side of the picnic rug with the camera that Lionel thoughtfully placed on the steps, should he feel the need to capture details of the epic performance. Tom was frantically taking photos of Lady C enjoying MB's stonking great hard-on) (SD - Our heroine continues to play with My Beau's cock, carefully placing herself so that the audience can capture every nuance of her stellar performance whilst also trying to figger out how best to get the money shot – ever the consummated professional). Oh, I can feel his knobbin throbbin, I wonder if he is about to shoot his seed? I shall place ef my mouth on his cock head such that the audience can see it spurt ef into my mouth, thus filling me with his spunk ef. (SD – she places her mouth as described – the spunk shoots into her mouth bang on cue.) Now I'll point his cock end at my face and see if I can get it to spurt ef over my forehead such that it trickles down onto my rosy red cheeks. (Pause for spurt – spurt) Now I'd like it on my rosy red cheeks and any leftovers can dribble onto my very ample tits. (Aside to audience – I hope you are getting all of this, encores might be a bit of a problem - and don't let your stiffy escape! I want it! AND all your spunk!) (SD – My Beau shudders with his exertions, he is nearly retired after all, he holds tightly to our heroines head for additional support. She poses, next to his cock with the contents of his ef'ing balls all over her face, for the audience to capture the moment.) (SD – our heroine holds out her hand to the audience and bids it advance. Having advanced our heroine places its stiffy in her mouth and begins to suck greedily. This is called audience participation) End of Act 1 Inter (mission) In the Green Room Lionel has laid on a small salad buffet but he gets up as Tom and Sheila arrive and passes plates to them. “Would you like a little more ham, Tom?” he asks politely. “Thank you Lionel but I think I have had quite sufficient ham for one day, another tomato maybe?” Act 2 (SD - Our scene is set back in the magic dell. Lady C is still naked (it wouldn't be a dirty story if she had gone and got all respectable now would it?). Her face shows serious signs of having been subjected to a significant spurts of hot creamy spunk quite recently (our heroine insisted on not wiping it off for reasons of continuity, like I said the consummated professional) She is kneeling at My Beau's feet and lifting his less than erect cock up and peering beneath it.) Is there a problem, M'Lady? Where'sit gorn? Where has what gone, M'Lady? A damn great cock, it was here earlier – yea long, so wide. (SD – she indicates impossibly long by unfeasibly wide – the sort of size that, if erect and full of blood would leave the rest of the body anaemic for the rest of it's short life.) It must be there somewhere, keep looking. (SD – Our heroine plays with what she has in her hand for a while) I've found it! It was here all along, hiding inside the little one. (Directors comment – brains or beauty, seems one cannot have both and I suspect My Beau would not prefer Lady C to have brains at this moment). What should I do with it now that it is back and as big as ever? What does the story say? It says I lie down with my legs apart and invite you to join me, I'll do that. (pause to lie down and open legs) Will you please join me My Beau? What should I do when I have laid down beside you Lady C? The story just says improv. (SD MB lies beside our heroine and improv's) (This, dear reader, is where you hold the key to a good performance or a great performance. How well does My Beau improvise? Let me set the scene such that you might upon it build. Our Lady C's body has, until this day, not been exposed to the full glory of our wonderful English sunshine. Her body is alabaster white and totally unblemished, neither spot not pimple mar its beauty. The sunlight, filtered by the whispering leaves of the mountain ash, enjoys this beautiful new toy. It dances over her full swollen breasts, plays across her contented smile, teases the soft hair of her pubic mound and reflects from the glistening lips of her pussy. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves and the flickering motes of sunshine explore other delicious places. As it highlights a beautifully erect nipple, a tiny midge on an away-day from the local pond, alights gently upon the very tip. Horror of horrors! My Beau is unable to contemplate the disastrous effect of an insect bite on such a beautiful work of art and frantically grabs a rolled up copy of the Punch magazine, successfully swatting it with a single …. (Ed.- Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! You cannot go swatting insects on the heroine's tits with a rolled up copy of Punch magazine! Author – And why not pray? You prefer he should use the Spectator magazine instead? Ed. - Well, for a start they probably didn't exist then. Author – Well that's where you are wrong, clever clogs! Punch was first published on 17th July 1841 and the Spectator in July 1828, So there! Ed.- Really? I wonder what is so special about July?) Oi! When you two boring old farts have quite finished quibbling over semantics I'm supposed to be being seduced here, prior to My Beau sticking his cock in my greedy pussy and fucking me senseless! (Ed. - Hang on you're supposed to be a virgin! How do you know your pussy is greedy? - Author – You just don't know when to stop do you! OK, I'll re-wite the seduction bit a bit.). Sod the seduction! I'm seduced, my pussy is dripping and I need a stiffy. And I need it before this one looses interest and goes off to play by itself. I'll re-write it myself! 'Is this a dagger which I see before me?' (Ed.- The Scottish play, Act 2 scene 1. Author – Shuddup! Let her get on with it!). No! I do believe it is a stonking great cock desirous of plundering my pussy. Put it in me, My Beau, plough my furrow and fill me with what it is that fill ef your balls! But, Lady C if I put my stonking great cock which is desirous of plundering your pussy into your wet eager and probably greedy pussy you will be undone. You shall have to run around shouting 'I am undone, I am undone'. It is traditional! Your father shall be unable to sell you for a good price! No big fat rich man will marry you. Daddy will never have a waterproof roof over the mansion and you shall never have a dry bed again!” But My Beau if you fuck me you will have to marry me and if the present state of my pussy is anything to go by I'll never have a dry bed again anyway. I could fuck your arse Lady C, then you wouldn't be undone, technically that is, and Daddy wouldn't be quite so upset, maybe? Oh! My Beau I have never had my arse fucked, you couldn't do that. Now, Lady C you are a supposed to be a virgin, so you haven't had your pussy fucked either, so it don't make no difference, see? Now hold on smarty pants! You've fucked me 5 times already this week and the audience hasn't done too badly either BUT I've never had a hard cock deep in my arse pumping spunk! So there! You didn't even arse fuck me in rehearsals. (SD our heroine keeps her fingers crossed as she says the last line) OK! let's put it to the vote - Phone a friend, ask the audience? Let's ask the audience! Audience, should I fuck the Lady C's arse or her cunt? (Audience – 'Give it to her up the arse!) Butt, butt, butt errr – best of three? OK. Audience! Should I fuck the Lady C's arse or her cunt? (Audience - 'Fuck her slutty cunt, fill her up!) Oh dear! A tie break. I'll try one last time. Audience, should I fuck the Lady C's arse or her cunt? (Audience 'Fuck her slutty cunt and her arse – fuck them both and really fill her up!) There you have it Lady C, two votes for your cunt and two votes for your arse. It's a democratic decision I shall have to fuck both your cunt and your arse. I'll start with your wet, welcuming, probably greedy cunt, open wide please. Oh! You have. (Audience involvement – Tom picks up camera and starts to record the happy event of his wife getting fucked by another man while he watches, for the very first time!) Improvising Now roll over and kneel up – I have really, really been looking forward to plundering your sweet arse! (SD our heroine rolls over, kneels up and assumes the required position. She is trying to hide the delight on her face from Tom, as a precaution.) Is your cock nice and slippery, My Beau? I'll put it back in your cunt for a while just to be sure Lady C. (SD – MB first slips a finger then another into our heroine's pussy to lubricate them. He slips his cock in after removing his dripping fingers allowing the dripping juices to drip onto our heroine's arse hole Ed. - what a load of drips! SD Using his slippery fingers My Beau starts to tease our heroine's bum.) Oh! My Beau that feels deliciously naughty, are you opening my bum up gently so that you can plunder it deep with your throbbing cock? I am Lady C, I shall work a finger in first, relaxing and opening you up to the pleasures of arse-fucking. Once you are happy with just one finger I shall start to ease a second one inside to stretch your tight little dark rose in preparation for my rampant cock. And you do have a rampant cock, My Beau, despite you shooting a load down my throat such a short time ago. Ohhh that feels very very naughty, but nice! Don't even think of stopping. Is your cock again rampant and desirous of fucking my bum because my husband is watching us? Oh yes! My Lady C but also because you have such a beautifully rounded bum that I have been aching to pump my spunk deep into it for the last 20 or so years. You are a very patient man My Beau. And you are a beautiful woman My Lady C and you are now going to be arse fucked for the very first time in front your husband! (Director's note – note the phrasing, it's the very first time in front of her husband undoubtedly but is it the very first time Lionel has fucked her arse? Don't try this at home folks!) Can you feel my wet slippery cock head against your sweet, delicate arse hole My Lady C? I can My Beau, I can. It feels terribly exciting – please be gentle with me My Beau. You are opening up for me very eagerly My Lady C, does that feel good? My cock is going to plunder your arse very soon. Feel it slipping deep inside you. Now I'm bringing it out just a little getting you used to the in out fucking action I shall use in a moment. That feels glorious My Beau, please thrust your cock in hard and fuck me senseless. I am on the verge of cumming because my wonderful husband is watching and I want you to cum also and fill my arse with your stupendous spurts of spunk. (SD – MB takes hold of her hips and pushes his cock hard into our heroine's arse). Aaaah! OMG that is fucking good – take me My Beau fuck me hard, make me scream with pleasure …. Aaarrrrh! I'm cumming on your rampant cock! Fill my arse with your spunk My Beau! AAAaaaaarrrrrH ! Yes! Yes! Yes! (My Beau shudders, holds onto our heroine's hips, for stability, and slides his cock slowly backwards and forwards inside her arse, emptying his ball sac again, thus giving her little extra orgasms. End of Acts 2 and 3 (they didn't stop to take another intermission). Tom stopped taking photos he had a beautiful smile on his face and a very stiff cock pointing at his belly. He was obviously very happy with the nights entertainment. “Come here Tom, do you want to fuck my mouth, my cunt or my arse?” This is a bit of a change from the usual story on here - I hope you enjoyed my efforts XXX