The Five Bar Gate

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The Five Bar GatePart One of the saga concerning a uniquely English village, its unusually highly sexed inhabitants and how an “Incomer” is made to feel very much at home.The Five Bar GateThe first thing that I noticed about the village of Little Standing was that it looked like a clitoris. The reason I thought it looked like that was because I was looking at it on one of those fancy, highly detailed maps that tells you where the pub, power lines and everything else is. They also give contour lines and Little Standing nestles at the end of a long, steep-sided East/West valley that has high, flat ground on either side and to the East of it. The steeper a formation is the closer the contour lines on the map are drawn. So on the map there is what appears to be a long dark crevice with quite bald looking plump ridges and mounds surrounding it! And resting at the top end of this geological groove is the village I now call home.As it happens I was at this moment looking down at another deep, dark crevice with some plump mounds around it. This one was an actual arse and fanny and my cock was sliding in and out of it just beautifully. It belonged to a short, slender woman who was currently bent over in front of me and gripping hard to a five-bar wooden gate at the entrance to a field perched on one of those very same steep valley sides. My shorts and pants were around my ankles and her denim mini was gathered up around her waist, the thin strip of her knickers hoiked to one side to allow me access to her charms. She wore a thin cotton T-shirt but this had been pushed upwards, revealing a firm back, so that I could undo her bra. It still hung off her shoulders but I was getting a good handful of plump tit in each hand as I nudged my cock deeper and deeper into her hot depths.The reason that I was looking at that map was that I was househunting in the South West of England, my original home territory. Not that I’d been there for a good while. I’d been brought up on the outskirts of one of the bigger cities in the region by pretty wealthy parents who had had the decency to have just the one c***d and then die early. Meaning that I was never going to be short of cash even if I had only had a (rather generous) allowance until I was 25 – when I inherited the lot. My other bit of good fortune was that my Mother’s sister (Aunt Cassandra – Cass for short) had married a money man. Good old Uncle Anthony. He taught me a lot about the use of money but didn’t really want the bother of actually rearing me. So I got a good education away from my only remaining kin and a solid income with the promise of more. And no real restraints.Obviously I fell in with the wrong sort. Briefly. d**gs, sex, music blah, blah etc. However, I’m not a dummy and when I saw a chance of something I got in early. What I understood was electronics and whilst hanging about with a band one time (who were sort of on the cusp of big fame) in late ’80’s London I came up with a little device not thought of before. It did wonders for their career as it added a new twist to their sound. It did wonders for me because (with Uncle Anthony’s help) I patented the fucker! No need for details but I almost immediately sold it on to a big Entertainment group and got a recurring slice of worldwide royalties into the bargain. Its sound bending qualities feature in almost every big movie released in the last thirty years. By the time I actually inherited I didn’t really need it – but who am I to turn down such largesse. Largesse it was, too, that had got me into this delightful open-air rutting, this time from the woman intimately concerned with it, Tanya. She had felt like being generous to me and this was the most immediately available way of doing so. As I squeezed with a firm pressure on her hanging breasts and sought out the firm small spikes of her nipples, making her gasp as I did so, I was still a bit in the dark as to what I had actually done to deserve such wonderful favours but as I said, I’m not a dummy so wasn’t asking too many questions. My manipulation of Tanya’s somewhat sagging tits was having an immediate effect on her and she helped my penetration by thrusting her firm bum back at me in close time with my rhythm making sure batman escort I was as deep in her as possible. The warm evening breeze wafted around my balls as they swayed between my splayed legs. I had spread them to compensate for our height difference as I had first slipped into her moist slit. But how had this happened? Well now…I had visited Little Standing after noting its appearance on the map, liked the place and in particular the modest manor house that was up for sale there. I bought it outright and set about moving in. This evening was one of the first I’d spent there and I was going out for a stroll to get familiar with my new surrounds. The house has a small field as part of its grounds and it would be quicker to cut across this to join the lane that leads down to the village but I had taken the path around the back of the property that meets first the driveway and then the lane. The lane, sheltered on both sides by high bushes, then leads down the hill to the West of my field to the village proper. Just as I was passing the access gate to the field I heard a female voice yelp. I stood on the lower rung of the gate to look into the field and was met with a very rural site.Immediately inside the field was a young lady squatting down to relieve herself. Quite copiously! Her yelp had been caused by the gnarled dead tree root that she had backed into in mid stream. “Oh, sorry,” was all I could muster as I began to climb down from the gate. “Wait up, wait up,” she wailed, still squatting and still letting go a powerful jet from between her thighs. “Can’t you see I’m stuck?” I looked again and saw that indeed a thick branch had managed to twist itself into her clothing. As she spoke the fulsome stream began to peter out to dribbles and pulses of droplets. “Give us a hand,” she said. I climbed the gate and crouched behind her. I could see the problem right away. She’d obviously got her knickers caught in the dead branches as she’d pulled them down rapidly and the elastic had entangled them. I could also see her glistening mound pouting down from between her arse cheeks. When I tried to move the branch it dug into her again causing another yelp. “It’s no good, you’ll have to loose the knickers,” I said. She then giggled and looked at me over her shoulder. “Smooth talker!” “Nothing else for it,” I replied also beginning to laugh. “Look, I’ll hold the elastic and you stand up slowly and they should work down.” She gave me a stern glance then so I said, “Or you can just stay there for the night!” “OK, OK,” she muttered. I held the cloth in place while she wriggled and straightened up gradually from her constricted position. As she contorted herself her bottom momentarily made contact with the side of my face. A lovely pert bottom it was too! Once again giggling and muttering very British “Sorries” to one another she got free. I then untangled the slip of cloth from the tree stump and handed it to her, dangling it from one finger. She slipped off her loose shoe and put her foot through a leghole and back into the shoe all rather gracefully but as she tried to repeat this with the other foot she seemed to loose balance and had to grip my shoulder to avoid falling. This brought us close together and our eyes met. Hers were of a deep blue colour, rather doe like and pretty. She had very curly hair of a dirty blonde colour which she had tied up into a loose ponytail. Her white Tee clung to an average sized bosom and slightly stocky torso that now rested against my arm. She smiled again and, stepping back, continued to dress herself. Her denim skirt was still rucked up and I couldn’t help looking down as she pulled her knickers over her thighs to finally cover her softly bulging pudenda. The evening light was dimming but even so I noticed how that lovely mound was covered with a very light growth of mousy coloured pubic hair that did little to hide the slim groove at its centre. The pale cloth covered this then as she pulled her panties firmly over it. So firmly that the groove was still visible to my eye.“Enjoying the view?” “Oh, yes,” I sighed. “Well… I suppose you’ve seen all of me that there is to see already so it don’t really matter much,” bingöl escort she said as she finally lowered her skirt over her sex. “True, ‘though I did try not to look too much,” I lied. “Yeah, right,” she replied. Our eyes were still locked on one another’s and a tension was building quickly. “Do you know what I was doing there?” she then asked, nodding to the old tree stump. “Pretty obvious, isn’t it?” I said.”Don’t worry, anyone can get caught short in the open air. Not a problem.” “No, not caught short. That was deliberate. I was blessing you,” she stated boldly. “Blessing me!,” I cried. “Sure. It’s a tradition in these parts, Mr. Bigcityman. You get a new neighbour so you pee on their doorstep. Well, in the olden days we did. Nowadays we are a bit more discreet and tend to stick to a quiet little corner. But your gate here is as good as a doorway really.” “Er, charming. A bit like dogs leaving their scent?,” I asked. I could see her weighing this up. Was I calling her a dog? No, she decided, I was not. “Just an old tradition,” she said airily before continuing with, “Plenty of those around here.” “I bet”. “Like repaying any help as soon as possible.” “Really?” “Oh, yes. And you helped me. And now I owe you.” So saying she leant her body in to me and, raising herself on tiptoes, kissed me full on the mouth.I circled her in my arms and responded to her kiss gently but fully. It had been several weeks since my last sexual encounter, what with the moving house and so on, and I was more than ready for another. Tanya was not my usual sort – who tended to be leggy, lithe and lovely – but she did have a sort of earthy attraction. As I’ve said she was short and a little thick waisted but she had a pretty enough face to go with her direct manner. Our clinch became more heated and our tongues began to flick at one another. I felt her hand lower to my backside and lightly grip a buttock. I returned the compliment and began to squeeze her denim clad bottom. This had an immediate effect in that she lowered her other hand from where it had been resting on my neck to the front of my shorts. Here she encountered a very prominent lump as I had quickly sprung to full attention. I felt her moan a little as she began to manipulate me through the material. My cock had been constricted and almost folded as it filled but now she got it settled in a straight position thrusting up to my belt. I felt that such action should be reciprocated, naturally, and I slid my hand under the front of her mini skirt. I lightly stroked her warm, bare thighs that were pressed together as she still stood on tiptoe but, meeting no resistance I then ran the back of my hand over the recently covered mound. Again she moaned.Then she broke of the kiss and pulled me the few steps to the wooden gate. She leant back against it and then stood on the lowest rung. This brought her face almost up to mine and we resumed our kissing. I also ran my hand back up under her skirt and found that her thighs were now parted. I cupped her cotton clad mound in my big hand and felt the heat glowing from it. She found my crotch and she once again began to squeeze my length, much more firmly this time. In return I began a gentle pinching of her mons and then lower so that I could feel the shape of her sex under the thin, soft material. As the cloth grew humid she began to work at my belt, loosening it deftly before springing open the top button and finding the zipper. This she carefully drew down and I felt my erection pop up from behind the elastic of my boxer shorts. The head of it was held against my lower belly still and then it was my turn to gasp as Tanya’s small warm hand found my swelling glans. She lightly pinched it between thumb and fingers and began to rhythmically squeeze.Determined to get my own feel of intimate flesh I hooked a finger under the elastic of her knickers just in that glorious hollow of the inner thigh and slid it inwards. Slid is the right word here as she was already slippery with her juice. I felt my own liquid seep from my cock at this and she smeared it over the taught skin. I felt the soft folds of her sex as they wound around my circling finger tip. I added another bitlis escort finger to my probing and gently began to part and pinch her juiciness. Her hand impatiently tugged at my boxers and I felt first my shorts and then my underwear slide down my thighs and the cool breeze caress my skin. I tugged my hand from the side of her knickers and then pushed it back into them from the top. Now I felt her light, tight curls under my palm before my probing finger found the nub of her. It felt sticky and hot but not as wet as her lower sex had been.I passed over her clit to her lips and squelched two fingers there before dragging that slick love oil back up to her button. She moaned deep then, our mouths still locked together, and gripped my shaft hard. She began to wank me and so, once again, I returned the compliment. First on her tiny bud but then with a finger to either side of it trapping her clit shaft and moving it side to side. I dipped lower, collected more fluid, and again smeared her whole vulva before once again focussing on her sexual point. We masturbated one another expertly for a few minutes more before the next stage grew inevitable.With a quick gasp of frustration she twisted herself away and released my cock. However she merely swung herself around, again with both feet on the lower bar of the gate and thrust her bottom back at me. Her pale knickers still covered one buttock but the other had become exposed as the thin material was bunched down the central groove. She looked back over her shoulder for the second time that evening and said,”Come on, it’s safe, I want it.” bloody hell, and they say things move slowly in the countryside. Someone ought to tell this woman that I thought. But then again…And so that’s how I came to be where you first found me. I pulled her panties to one side and aimed my stiff prick into the dark shadow between her buttocks. Evening was definitely setting in now and the distant view showed small lights twinkling on in houses as I felt her wet heat engulf me. We grunted and adjusted our positions so I could get a comfortable entry and began a steady humping. I pushed her top up and loosened the cream coloured bra so that I could reach under her front. She appreciated this and, as I said, began to increase the power of our meeting groins. Her head rested on her hands as the gripped the top rung of the gate and I could hear her muffled grunts with each thrust of my prick. The grunts turned to her panting,”Yes…yes”, with each new prod. I, too, was beginning to grunt and moan and a sudden stronger breath of air across my back chilled the sweat that I realised was now running down it.I knew from experience that sudden, unexpected fucks like this one didn’t usually last very long but also tended to be very intense in their pleasure. I could already feel pressure in my balls and felt my scrotum beginning to tighten. I took one hand from Tanya’s chest and snaked it around the front of her clammy thighs. I darted it into the steamy cleft where her legs met and sought her clitoris once again. On finding it I flattened two fingertips against it and began a rapid circling motion. I could feel the soft flesh around it bulging with my every inward push and used that mixture of our juices and sweat to turn her bud into a whirling slimy mess. At this she threw her head back and squealed. I felt her hot pussy walls tighten as she quivered back against me, her hot arse cheeks grinding into my belly. I let go of her clit and grabbed her hips. With one, two, three, four more deeps stabs of my cock I emptied a hot load of spunk deep up her. Again and again I thrust and spurted into her cunt as she writhed up and down, the old wooden gate bouncing and squeaking on its hinges.Eventually we slowed our pace and came to rest. I softened enough so that my cock slid from her and I felt a warm rush as my spendings oozed from her hole onto my shaft as it nuzzled against her gaping pussy. She moved her sex slowly against my prick smearing our emissions over herself before finally I staggered back from her.She turned to me and shakily climbed off the gate, slumping back against it. Her T-shirt and bra were up over her breasts that showed pale in the dim evening light. Her mini was again bunched up across her midriff and her pale knickers were once more around her thighs. In the gloom her bush looked darker and fuller than before but I could see a twinkle of wetness around the tops of her legs. She smiled and sighed. “Welcome to the village,” she said.

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