A Walk in the Woods

That evening Albert Hall took a stroll. "Physical activity is a prerequisite for a healthy mind." he was fond of declaring, "The languishing of sinew and muscle is all too relevant to the degeneration of the brain."

Not that he was overly extravagant with his exercise. He was small and unctuous and his lump-like bulk was too ungainly to carry him far beyond the village boundary, so he partook of his constitutional in the small wooded spinney behind the church.

He had never come to terms with the poor opinion his wife had of him. The two of them had not enjoyed any kind of marital relationship for months. Not since he'd suggested doing something other than an act for possible procreation at bedtime. The idea of sodomy had appalled her. It was unnatural she'd said. She'd called him a disgusting pervert and had actually suggested he was homosexual.

Stuff and nonsense of course. A cruel jibe and blatantly untrue. The woman had no sense of adventure. Everything he did was innocently driven by a desire to extend well-known boundaries and experience the untried.

He became lifted from his reverie when he became aware of two people a short way ahead of him on the woodland path. Mrs Ambridge and Mrs O'Toole, two of his wife's dreadful allies.

He tutted in irritation. They had paused to gossip, and on drawing level he would be obliged to pass the time of day with them. And of course that would give Mrs Ambridge the chance to complain about her gout, and allow Mrs O'Toole the opportunity to describe her appendectomy, which she was convinced had involved the removal of half her stomach.

Veering off to avoid them he took a less used path through the trees, and the leafy track took him past the crumbing remains of an ancient Saxon church.

Saxon church? That was pure hokum put about by the locals trying to drum up tourist trade. The truth was in the parish records, which described the building that had once stood there as a simple cottage that had been erected in the 19th Century. Apparently it had been a place of ill repute for the whole of its existence, owned by two sisters of easy virtue and frequented by wealthy farmers and anonymous, cloak shrouded gentry during the failing light of each evening.

Shame they were both gone, thought Albert moodily, they probably wouldn't have made such an almighty fuss about a little bit of sexual adventure.

The broken walls of the ruin loomed to the side of him like the stump of a gigantic rotten molar, barely shoulder height now and covered with lichen and every other kind of natures sepsis. Overhead a black and white jay screeched its annoyance at being disturbed, but it wasn't himself that had disturbed it. He heard other noises, indistinct muffled sounds that he interpreted as somebody up to no good. Amorous frolicking he waged -- some persons marital treachery with a neighbour perhaps, or a pair of randy teenager's surrendering to lust.

Curiosity and a generous helping of voyeuristic licentiousness lead him away from the path. He threaded his way forward to where the trees gave way to a thicket, and then his piggy-eyes widened and brightened as he saw the first expanse of bare flesh. An elderly man and an attractive young woman sprawling amorously together on the grass at the base of a crumbling stone wall, clothing dishevelled, hands clutching wildly.

Finding a patch of bush that would screen him from those he was observing he parted it to gain a better, closer view; and then his mouth fell open in a long wide gape. The man he recognised at once as his wife's brother Henry, he knew him well enough and he knew most of the females in the locality too. So who was the flighty young madam with him making so freely with her favours?

Suddenly he caught his breath. He did know who she was. The spread-eagled girl pressing so lively against his brother-in-laws stout body was Lily, barely nineteen and Henry's own daughter.

Goodness, thought Albert Hall, speechless and astounded and uncertain of what to do. He simply stared at his disgusting brother-in-law frolicking with the product of his own loins. Henry was caressing every lush curves of Lily's body, touching everywhere, skimming his hand over all kinds of intimate dips and hollows.

What he should have done of course was to strut out to where they could see him and put a stop to such repugnant goings on. Yes, that's what he should have done, that would be the right thing to do. The trouble was that although Henry was as broad in the beam as he was himself, he was more energetic and aggressive, and there was a definite chance of getting a thump on the nose.

However, Albert's own sinful, brazen thoughts ruthlessly intruded on any idea he had to depart the scene. The vivid image of the two of them together and what they were doing gave him a thick, rampant hard-on, the best he'd known for ages.

Hunkering down he sheepishly began to monitor the event, moving a branch of gorse out of the way to gain a better view. The sight of Henry's debauchery was exquisite.

Within a few moments Lily was stretched out on her back and her father's trousers had been unhitched and were down. Henry's partially undressed thighs made a grotesque sight, but when his rump and thighs began rising up and plunging down between Lily's legs with great vigour all the unsightliness became forgiven. The girl was half-naked herself by then, the calves of her legs resting on the mans shoulders as he pushed his considerable asset in and out of what must have been a very stretched, young pussy-hole.

Knowing Henry's fat cock was ploughing the girl seemed deplorable to Albert. It was gross. But it was exciting too. Unacceptable but lovely. It was every hot, lascivious scenario he'd ever envisioned. It represented every carnal thought that had passed through his mind. Every erotic daydream he'd ever had.

It was a raunchy sight that soon had his own randy peg stirring. He could feel it pushing against the insides of his trousers, so he made himself comfortable, unbuttoned his fly and liberated the rearing flesh. Almost thoughtlessly he began to milk it. Wanting to remain inconspicuous, he thought it prudent to move as little as possible, but after the first few strokes he surrendered unconditionally to pumping furiously with his hand and trying to stifle his own unbidden sighs and moans.

Oh, Henry was decadent. Oh, Lily was an immoral tramp. Oh, what a picture they made. What would his dear upright wife have to say about this little scene? Wouldn't be so righteous with himself after seeing her brother pumping Lily, would she?

As he watched there was a shift that gave everything a whole new perspective. The big white whale of Henry tipped over onto his hip and then over onto his back, and Lily climbed up and sat astride him, her nubile thighs obligingly skewering down on his thick shaft. He had a clear view of everything. What a dick. He'd always suspected Henry had a couple more inches than he had, and he wasn't wrong. The man owned a monster.

The girl was moaning and sighing, but she wasn't being raped. Rather than struggling she was leaning back supported by her slim arms, and humping up and down while rolling her head in the moist agony of breathless pleasure. Moreover, the girl's slender bare knees were bent up and splayed out each side of the man's vigorous thighs and she was moving her hips in a subtle suggestive shunt. She appeared to be accepting his lust and meeting every degenerate lung.

He couldn't see everything in great detail, not as much as he would have wished, but he could imagine the girl's juicy, pink pussy stretching wide and sliding up and down Henry's big, porky rod. Henry had always boasted a good deal more cock than he had himself.

Nevertheless, Albert's own somewhat less generous issue gave a couple of spasms and stood up like a truncheon as he watched the other man's palyderm dick stabbing up and down; in and out.

"Ooh, daddy, you've got such a big one," cooed Lily, "It's the biggest one I've ever known."

Henry bucked his hips and made a noisy finish, guttural noises hissing out from between his clenched teeth. A few moments later he extracted his deflating prong. And yes, he did have a fine member. Elephantine seemed a fair description.

As he lifted up from between the girls legs she gave a plaintiff final gasp. "Ooow, aaah! Ooooh, Daddy!"

Albert knew he should have disappeared then. Of course he should. But he'd crept rather too far forward while they were busy to make an unobserved exit right away, and so he was compelled to linger until they moved off.

But they didn't move off right away, not both of them. Henry said something to his daughter, took a moment to fasten his trousers, then walked off alone, leaving her sitting on the ground with her dress fully open at the front and her underwear several feet away on the ground.

Albert Hall eased his erection back into his trousers and prepared to slink away, but the girl's previous distraction had departed and now she saw him.

"Uncle Albert!"

Her shocked exclamation struck him like a bullet and he shuddered. Having been spotted he now felt obliged to play out a farcical game of righteous indignation, and he wheeled about and walked towards her.

"Was you watchin' us Uncle Albert?" the girl asked, climbing to her feet and pulling her dress across her body.

"Not from any desire to do so, I assure you," growled the man, suddenly defensive and red-faced, "But only because the Lord set my foot on the path to witness abomination. I saw everything, and what you were doing with your father was vile and reprehensible. Have you no shame girl? Did you learn nothing from Sunday School?"

He had thought to shroud his own guilt in a ponderous, pious sermon worthy of a vicar, but his words quickly stuck like jam in his mouth. The girl swung her face away to avoid his stare. "Daddy gives me presents, an' mum says its all right to do stuff with him as long as we're careful."

Such uninhibited words came as a surprise to Albert Hall. A shuddering heat ran through him and he made a desperate face and ran his fingers through his thinning hair. "What a story. You are a tease."

Lily slanted him a flirtatious glance and asked him seductively, "Am I?"

Albert despaired. These modern young girls were different to the one's he'd known as a child. All the anatomical secrets of a male were known to them even before they left school. "How am I to save you?" he asked.

Unruffled by his upbraiding, Lily's eyes scanned the front of his trousers, at once noticing the unmistakable tenting. Albert's still-hard erection mocked him. He was a man with a healthy sexual drive, and he had been celibate for far too long.

Lily studied it sceptically before allowing the front of her dress to fall open and reveal a generous portion of the slender female body within its drapes. She was an extraordinarily attractive thing, smooth and bewitching. The vulval mound at the apex of her thighs was well defined with pubic hair, while two breasts little bigger than half lemons and looking soft and malleable, stood out from her chest.

When she raised her eyes they were unafraid and immediately locked onto his. "D'yer wanna have a go with me, uncle?"

Unable to respond quickly to such unexpected candidness from one so young Albert licked his lips. Her words ate at him like acid, his lips unable to rest until they laid bare the excitement he was trying to conceal. "Well, erm - er, perhaps just for a little while, if you've no objection." he replied, glossing over the husky catch in his voice.

Suddenly in a hurry he brushed the dress from her shoulders and ogled her youthful body, naked now and shamelessly exposed. "Daddy likes me to suck his knob 'fore he starts." Lily murmured wickedly, "Do you want me to do that for you?"

"Oh, erm, er -"

"It's all right uncle, I don't mind doin' it." she said as she clambered down onto her knees and set about dragging the stiff flesh from the front of his trousers.

The moment his rigid penis was liberated she grabbed hold of it and in an aggressive move he hadn't anticipated, she took it in her hand and encircled it with a slow, squeezing stroke that made his entire body shake. Slowly, while jinking the solid meat in her hand and observing the flaring meatus of its fat, round tip, she then wiped the broad bulb up and down her cheeks.

The girl appeared to smile as she played games with his manhood, but she applied her lips quite firmly when she placed the tip into her mouth. Then her head bobbed back and forth, and she proved herself just as adept as any fast woman he had ever known.

"Does yer wanna slop over me face, Uncle Albert?" she asked as she drew her head back.

Henry had taught her to perform in an exemplary manner and she was utterly without any sense of shame, and it was a great temptation to hose-off all over her sweet upturned face and spread a trail of cum around her nose and mouth. Perhaps another time, thought Albert. Unfair cruel criticism of his sexual orientation compelled him on this occasion to prove he was still capable of fornication with a female.

He urged her to lay on her back, then climbing down himself he knelt between her splayed legs, looking up the length of her body towards her face and searching for any sign of disapproval. There were none. Her dress was hiked up around her hips, giving him an unobstructed view of the pink, pouty lips down there -- all for his taking.

with Lily's charms fully exposed Albert stroked the tip of his penis down the crack of her split peach and rolled it insistently against where instinct directed him. The entrance of her gash was slightly open as a result of her daddy's recent monumental visit, and as he pushed forward and wormed his stiff member against it the delicate flesh parted to embrace the head of his penis with moist, clinging heat.

A breathless sigh evacuated between his lips. Conscious only of his own elation, Albert burrowed forcefully, and as his flesh slid deeper he felt the girl's flesh expand to form a cloying ring about the its girth.

"Oh, umm - umm!" Lily nibbled her lip and squinted up at him as the exocrine composition of her vagina surrendered to his advance, its flesh seeming to grip him and mould around every nodule and indentation of his penis with semi-liquid tenacity.

Albert grunted too. It had been ages since he'd last had carnal relations with a female, and as his manhood slicked in and out of her all encompassing, narrow tunnel he realised he'd almost forgotten how pleasant it could be. More than pleasant with having the use of the tender bodied young darling he was squeezing into at that moment. Such a slender young body. Such a tight, smooth chute gripping his thick, watering stalk. As his penis slid easily back and forth he recalled seeing Henry's mammoth tool slimed with gooey juice, so he realised that things were doubtless lubricated by that man's considerable ejaculation.

"I'm not as big as your daddy." he gasped almost apologetically.

The girl's chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted for breath, and her eyes were heavy lidded with arousal as her waif-like frame wriggled under the bulk of his belly. "That's all right uncle, you feel okay to me," she panted while starting to pump with her hips, "Move it inside me. Ooow, yes. Shove it right up, uncle. Dad gets me pills wot means I won't have babies, so you can fill me up to the brim with your spunky-stuff."

Albert pushed his hands under her arms and hooked his fingers onto her shoulders to hold her steady while he humped her. The delicious in and out jigging soon had him sucking his teeth. "My word, you're a right hot little sausage-taker an' no mistake. Good job you're taking something, 'cos I'm likely to fill you with a lot of little Albert's very soon."

Perhaps it was just habit, but he couldn't entirely put aside the attraction which fascinated him most, that being the indisputable allure of the youthsome bottom. Henry may have stolen his daughter's virginity, but he was prepared to wager a Sunday service collection he was yet to visit where he himself longed to go.

Gently, carefully, he extracted himself. "Turn over and get onto your knees, sweetheart. Let's try something else." he urged.

"Is you gonna do me the doggy-way, uncle?"

"The doggy-way? Well yes, a sort of doggy-way." he assured her as she clambered onto all fours.

Installing himself behind her he stroked her slim hips before drawing his hands back to find her lovely little cheeks were as soft as butter. Small in his broad hands, they were tempting, inviting. Just a small amount of superfluous youthful flesh to spread open in order to expose her little anus to the whim of his straining boner.

His fingers brushed across her little pucker, stroking and caressing it. Lily wriggled and her body jerked nervously. "Hey!" Undaunted he hauled her back and traced his swollen knob around the tiny rosette before pressing against it.

"Ahh, oh uncle, what are you doin'? I don't like that. I don't want it in my arse."

"Relax and you'll come to enjoy it, I assure you."

"Unnh! Wait 'til I get used to it then, an' don't do it too fast."

Lubricated only by a cocktail of the girls vaginal juice and Henry's semen Albert gave it his best effort, screwing in slowly but surely at first and loving the narrowness of the previously unsullied orifice.

Anguish registered on Lily's face because he wasn't entirely gentle. He moved in close, his hands taking a rough grip on her hips while his big tool pushed insistently into her bum-hole. The girl tried to let it in with minimal discomfort, but too slowly, and she squealed as a lengthy portion went in with just one thrust.

Albert couldn't seem to get close enough or deep enough. He pumped his hips forward and back, again and again, his every thrust heavier, harder than the one before. His heart thumped in his chest and his pulse surged, urging him on, taking him higher and higher.

He made a noise too. Breaking in fresh little bottoms was a chore he could never despise. Innocent pussy-holes certainly had some attraction, but he had to admit that his particular fascination lately revolved around shagging a young, virgin arse.

"Oooow unky," wailed Lily, "It hurts. Hurry up and finish."

Albert rejoiced. He was entirely wedged in the place he favoured most, and his excitement was suddenly unendurable. The girl's rear end was as snug as his own hand, and ecstasy permeated every nerve ending as he grasped her hips, heaved back, then shoved his cock as deep as it would go.

Lily squirmed and tried to stretch away, but he hauled her back and started to pump rhythmically. He was unable to hold things in long. The excitement was too intense. He felt his cock twitch inside the girl's bum, and he groaned with perverse relish as a rush of elation quivered through his limbs. In no more than a few moments a flood of semen gushed the length of his randy stem and proceeded to squirt a large sticky deposit into Lily's newly breached rectum.

For a while afterwards he convulsed and churned his thighs as raw pleasure consumed his consciousness, but then his senses began to recover and his vision cleared.

"My word, but you have a talent you don't yourself recognise, Lily." he sighed. "Return here tomorrow and I'll help you to develop it."