“So how come my sister found them first? I hid them under your pillow so that you would persuade mum that I should be first to work for you.” Genevieve stood hands on hips in Chris's kitchen. She had made sure that her sister Sharon was out working on the farm before knocking on his door.
Avoiding the question Chris asked, “Wait there I’ll...”, he had a sudden thought. “No, come and show me where you left them.” The girl smiled triumphantly, her mind on the same level as his.
In the bedroom Genevieve lifted a pillow from the bed, “There, and I spread them out neatly so you didn’t miss them, how come you didn’t see them? But how”, she raised her voice, “how did Sharon find them, did she find them when you fucked her? And don’t lie 'cos she had that 'cat's had the cream' look when she got back from here last night. She said she would be the first to get you. Where was it, in the barn on the straw bales?
Chris knew that if he lied now it was inevitable that he would be found out, but if a lie got him where he wanted with this young woman then so be it. He shook his head. “If you are the first to get me, would you want me to blab to your sister? I like the idea of the barn though, is it a fantasy of yours?”
Genevieve pressed her knees together and wriggled her thighs. She smiled at him with sparkling eyes, but she just shrugged. “So when do I work for you, not in the cattle shed like Sharon I hope, I hate getting dirty.”
Chris thought for a moment, “Your mother is going to get suspicious with both of you working here, besides, she needs your help in the search for your ancestors.”
“Listen mate”, said Genevieve, “we know our mum too well, she will find an excuse to dump dad at the church records office and beetle up here looking for you, why do you think me and Sharon wanted to get here first?”
The girl's candour rocked Chris back on his heels, he wiped his forehead with a hand. All three women had marked him out for sex?
Before he could recover the young woman stepped close to him, and wrapping an arm around his neck pulled his mouth to hers. Twenty-one year old lips tasted better than he ever though possible, and her tongue lapping at his had Chris almost spending the contents of his sac in his jeans. Her fingers scrabbled at his zipper, his fingers pulled up the short skirt she wore and sought out the prize under it.
“Hey mate,” the voice came from the kitchen and the pair in the bedroom jumped as if hit by lightning. “Hey, are ya there mate?” Sharon's voice boomed up the stairs.
Chris tried desperately to sound casual, “OK Sharon give me a minute, I’ll see you outside.” There was a grunt of accord from the girl.
“That fucking bogan”, whispered Genevieve, “she wants to get laid!”
Chris motioned her to be quiet or they would be discovered. “Look”, he whispered, get that uncovered butt back here later this afternoon, I’ll send your sister to town then...”, he left the rest to her imagination. To prove that her butt was indeed covered Genevieve lifted the front of her skirt to reveal a pair of lacy, black, boy-shorts which hugged the contours of her pronounced mound and pussy as if painted on. Chris didn’t bother to resist giving his cock a stroke over his jeans. He reluctantly showed the girl how to leave the house unseen.
In the yard Sharon was busy, Chris was impressed with the young woman's work ethic, she applied herself to any job he gave her. He walked over to her and she stopped, mopped her face on the coverall and put her arm around his waist. He hoped that her sister wasn’t in a position to witness the act.
Sharon looked up at him and hugged him, “Do I get to play with ya old-feller today? Mum says I got to be back at the hotel at lunch time, can we do it now?”
Oh how he wanted to feel that young woman's pussy tightly gripping his cock as it had the previous day, but Genevieve could still be around and he didn’t want to piss her off before he had the chance to sample her young body.
“You are too good to waste on quick sex”, he said in what he thought was a stroke of genius. “Tomorrow I have a meeting, but the day after, if you can get away, is yours, at least the morning is, any longer and you'd kill me.” He looked down to where the unzipped coverall allowed a voyeur to lust over her naked, ripe tits. He reached for one and gave it a squeeze; it felt marvellous.
“Cant wait”, she said, rubbing the bulge in his jeans. She went straight back to the task he had assigned. Chris was impressed. But how could a nineteen year old want him, a man of fifty-one?
A light lunch and a glass of beer had replenished Chris's depleted energy levels and he felt good. Better than he had for years. He couldn’t get out of his thoughts that young Genevieve had suggested that not only her sister Sharon and she but their mother too, wanted to fuck him. How indicative of Australian women were this family, and would his old body be up to going to that enormous continent to find out if all the females were so liberated?
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the handle on the back door turning, hopefully it was Genevieve. To his disappointment it was Bill Brewer his farm hand who enquired if the young girl was going to be working that afternoon. Chris called him a dirty old pervert and sent him off to a far corner of the farm to keep him out of the way for when Genevieve got there. Bill cackled and coughed and made a lewd gesture before scurrying of to do as his boss bid.
“So do I have to work or can we just get down to play straight away, mate?”, Genevieve asked on her arrival.
Chris was determined to see if she had the same work ethic as her younger sister Sharon, so handed her a coverall, told her to put it on and come over to the barn when ready. The young woman looked at the garment in disgust, held it between finger and thumb at arms length and sniffed the air. He told her it was freshly laundered and if she wanted she could keep on the clothes that she wore under it.
The girl eyed him suspiciously as if to say, 'does my sister wear nothing underneath?'. He saved her the bother of asking, “Your sister usually zips herself in the coverall naked so that she has nice fresh clothes to put on after work.” Genevieve's eyes narrowed, he could see that she wasn’t going to be upstaged by her sister.
“Ah, you can change upstairs if you want”, Chris watched as the girl unbuttoned her pretty top. But she ignored him and continued to divest herself of the clothes that adorned her beautiful body.
“Oh, don’t stop me, I got bloody work to do”, she sounded tetchy but her eyes sparkled with fun and expectation. She pulled on the coverall and zipped it up to the neck. “OK mate, show me where ya want me to work.”
This would be a rather severe test of the young woman's ability and determination as well as strength. Chris led Genevieve to the barn where inside, he demonstrated what he wanted her to do. Large straw bales were scattered around which he told her he wanted stacked to the roof.
Once he was sure that she had mastered the technique and was able safely to do the work, he left her on her own. After half an hour he returned and observed her working. The girl was working enthusiastically and he had to admit with far more energy than he could muster.
Perspiration dripped from her, and she had stripped to the waist, the coverall tied now around her midriff. Straw and dust adhered to the perspiration turning her skin brown and unkempt. Her magnificent breasts wobbled and swung sensuously. It all made up to a picture that had Chris's hand seeking the bulge in his jeans and rubbing enthusiastically.
Genevieve suddenly stopped work, she stood still for a moment. “OK, who ever it is perving at me come out.”
Chris tried to loosen the jeans around his bulging penis. “Just checking you’re doing OK”, he claimed.
He walked over to her, untied the arms of the coverall from around her waist allowing the garment to slide slowly over hips and down legs that were coated in a fine sheen of perspiration. She tossed aside the pitchfork and threw her arms around his neck. As their mouths met in a passionate kiss Genevieve pulled at his neck until the pair sank to the mattress of loose straw on the floor, her fingers seeking out the zipper of his jeans. As soon as she had liberated his cock she pulled it to her pussy. By the time she had placed it at the entrance to her vagina it was rock hard. He pushed it gently between labia that were slightly lubricated with perspiration but now started to receive more lubricant from within.
As the cock penetrated, the young woman opened her legs wide to help accommodate his girth. A moan escaping from her mouth still locked to his, signalled that the length of him was pushing wonderfully along her tube. She hooked her heels behind him and pulled him to her. Chris felt the same, almost virginal tightness, that he had experienced with her sister Sharon. He prayed that he could last long enough to do her justice.
Chris had to assume that this sister was also 'protected' as he planned to fill her tight pussy full of his cream.
Glossary: chooks; chickens. grundies; panties, undies. bogan; “trailer-trash”. nuddy; nude. root; fuck. galahs; fools. bummer; too bad, stiffy-boner; erection. old-feller; cock. drongo; nerd.
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