I share our home with Steve, my husband, and for the last year, with Jenny. Jenny was thirty five when she came to the island as our friend. She more or less lived with us for over a year and it would be fair to say, she shared us, completely.
In fact, everyone on the island shares everyone else. We could be regarded as one big swinging community to the outside world, but we are more than that. We help each other as much as we can, and if that means pleasing each other, then so much the better.
Our closest friends are Karyn and John, they own the local pub and are in their early fifties. The pub’s roaring open fireplace has seen many a naked party over the years. The parties become especially raunchy during Hogmanay, which we hold at New Year.
I have to tell you about my best friend Karyn. She absolutely loves anal sex. It is her preferred method of getting an Earth shattering orgasm. She is short, a little on the plump side, but with a nice round arse and very large breasts. She was the person that persuaded me to try anal with Steve. She kept on telling me how wonderful it was and one day, while I was lying face down on her bed, she suggested to Steve that I would like to try it. Steve was about to plough his cock into me from behind anyway and I was really looking forward to a good fuck when Karyn whispered in his ear; loud enough for me to hear everything she said.
Karyn knew I was too far gone to complain, I needed a big cock at the time, and I found myself looking back at Steve, pleading for him to push his cock into me. I remember Karyn smiling at me as his cock entered the ‘wrong hole’ as I would have put it. It hurt a little to start with but then I started to enjoy it. In fact I enjoyed it too much.
Karyn and I are the only two, well three, on the island that have had anal sex. My husband Steve was once pounded by one of Karyn’s strapons one night when I was lathering my pussy all over his face, pinning him to the bed. He tried to complain but couldn’t get a word out. Karyn basically told him to shut up and enjoy it, just like I had done on that previous occasion.
But enough about Karyn, this is supposed to be about Jenny. As I said earlier, Jenny has lived with us for a little over a year now. We have shared everything, the hard work, the joy, certainly the pleasure, and more recently the uncertainty.
Jenny has found herself a boyfriend. He was a handsome guy that she met when the supply ship docked a few months back. There aren’t any men on the island that are single and young, and she dated a few blokes form the mainland from time to time. Eventually, she became quite attached to Brian. So much so, that she brought him back to the island to meet everyone.
They have been here six weeks and Brian is having an adverse effect on us, in fact, he is having an adverse effect on the whole island. Jenny and Brian moved into a small hamlet a little less than a mile from us. Jenny is beside herself, and I know that deep down she needs to visit a few friends and share herself with them. I know I am missing a good licking and I presume Jenny is in the same frustrated state as me.
It’s not for the sake of trying either. It’s a small community. Everyone has tried to entice Brian into something naughty and lustful, but he seems to only have eyes for Jenny. She has told us everything about him, from how they make love, how he fucks her to how he makes her feel. We all know the size of his cock and I know Karyn, Beverley and myself are more than interested in seeing if he can use it.
We have flirted with him openly in the pub. We even suggested he should try a threesome with Karyn when we found him looking down her full and large bosom one evening. When we are together, we often dress with very little on beneath our clothes and have openly encouraged him to look up our dresses or skirts when we sit opposite him. I have caught him on more than one occasion looking up my short skirts, though, when we smile and wink at him, he says nothing and pretends he was not looking.
When Brian is with us we just sit and look at each other in the pub and make polite conversation. Before Brian arrived we used to flirt openly, touch each other up and every now and then expose ourselves close to the open fire. It was normal for one of the girls to openly show their pussy to everyone else as we lounged on the sofas.
As Brian left to go to the loo one evening, Jenny matter-of-factly said to me that she needed to feel a few more cocks in her before she goes mad. I asked her which ones she had in mind, John’s and Steve’s were top of her list together with Karyn’s strapon.
I told her that I could do with her giving me a serious licking too. Jenny smiled at me as she placed her hand on the back of my head to draw me close to her. At that moment, Brian emerged from the loo and we parted again. My heart sank as I really needed to kiss her full red lips.
I stood up and indicated the loo to Jenny. We both left to the sounds of groaning from the men. For some reason they always have to mention that we always go in pairs. Steve smiled as we left and made our way to the loo, but Brian had no idea at all.
Once inside, I grabbed Jenny’s face and launched my tongue down her throat. We kissed passionately for ages and soon my hands were on her breasts and I was kneading her tits in the palm of my hands, my fingers tweaking her nipples every now and then. One of my hands slipped downwards and found its way up her short skirt and onto her bare pussy. In seconds my index finger was probing her effortlessly as her juices flowed down and over my hand. I continuously thrust two digits into her and forced her to have a powerful orgasm on my fingers while we kissed, passionately. When she had cum, I backed off and watched her chest heave as she gulped in lungful’s of air.
I left Jenny leaning against the washbasin as I entered the cubicle to have a pee. I heard Karyn enter the loo, she must have looked at Jenny, still breathing heavily.
“Desperate were you,” Karyn said. I guess Jenny just nodded as Karyn let out a small laugh and entered the next cubicle.
Jenny and I both left the loo at the same time but only when Jenny’s breathing had calmed down to a suitable level.
I sat down next to Brian as Jenny took the seat next to Steve, “Brian, you and me are going to do some work tomorrow, I am going to help you with some pigs. They need looking after you know.”
Brian looked bemused. “We don‘t have pigs?” he questioned.
I smiled back at him, “I am bringing two over for you, they will need a pen and Jenny can wander around and do all those things she needs to do while we sort everything out, okay?” I asked, raising my eyebrow towards him.
Brian nodded in agreement and I winked at Jenny as I had just set the scene for her to get a few hours to herself. More to the point I had a plan, and Brian was going to be seduced if it was the last thing I did.
As Jenny and Brian left the pub, I looked towards the bar. As soon as they left, Karyn started stroking Tom’s leg rather intently. Tom is a single guy, forty five years of age and has been on the island a long time. I watched intently and I smiled at both of them as I knew exactly where his cock was going to end up that night.
I motioned to Steve to come closer to me as we started to leave the pub. When he was close, I pushed my finger into his mouth. He licked Jenny’s juices off my fingers and he loved it.
We said our farewell to Karyn and the rest of the people in the bar and left to go home. The pub was back to normal within minutes of Jenny and Brian leaving, people were having fun with each other again, flirting openly and making rude and sexually suggestive remarks.
Yes, Brian was having an adverse effect on all the residents and things had to change.
The following day, Steve and I loaded the two small piglets onto the van and I headed over to Jenny’s hamlet. I met her driving the other way and she pulled over for a quick chat.
“Where are you going to first?” I asked.
“Not sure, probably John‘s, he will be working in the cellar and I think I am just going to go down there, strip off and bend over one of the barrels so that he can take me from behind.”
I smiled at her openness.
“Melissa, thanks a lot,” she said, “I need this time to myself. I am so looking forward to getting fucked hard.”
I nodded, “I know, enjoy it.” I replied with more than a lascivious smile on my face.
I stopped outside Jenny’s hamlet and beeped the horn. Brian was busy preparing the pig pen, I would imagine that Jenny had him up early, though it looked like it would take another couple of hours to complete it. I got out of the van and walked towards Brian. My wellies covered the ends of my tight jeans and I made sure that the loose top I was wearing displayed my ample breasts to the best of its ability. My tits wobbled from side to side as I approached Brian. I had purposefully undone more buttons than were necessary, but I wanted him to want me.
I noticed his double take as he focused on my breasts first before averting his eyes quickly back to the job in hand.
“Here, let me help you with that,” I said, as I picked up a large plank of wood that he was securing to some upright posts. My breasts bounced forward into his field of view. He must have noticed them.
“Did you pick this spot?” I asked.
“No, Jenny did,” he replied.
I nodded my approval, “well it‘s perfect for pigs.” It was already muddy from the rain from the night before, so much so, that the both of us were making it rather slippery just putting the planks up together.
We worked at the fencing for at least twenty more minutes before I suggested we had a break and some coffee. It was only nine in the morning and Brian must have worked hard for some time before I had arrived.
“I‘ll do you some breakfast. How about a quick bacon sandwich and some coffee? How does that sound?” I suggested.
“How can you suggest bacon when we are building a pig pen?” He asked.
Brian secured one more plank to the post. I turned to leave in the hope that he would look at my arse as I walked to the door of their house.
As I got half way, I quickly turned around, “milk with your coffee?” I asked.
“Ummm…Yes,” he replied. He was looking at me walking away from him and I knew I had left him wanting more.
I made the breakfast and coffee and called him over when it was ready. We ate just outside the house. Brian devoured the bacon sandwich in much the same way that I hoped he was going to devour me later on. I was convinced I was making him horny. Every time I moved I made sure my breasts wobbled and I even tried to ensure that contact was made with his arm or hand, as often as I could.
Once we finished the snack, it was back to work. I pushed him in the direction of the half made pen and followed quickly behind him. With every move of my body I ensured that there was something suggestive to see, something for him to wonder about.
It was now approaching ten o’clock and a wicked thought crept into my mind. I wondered how many times Jenny had been fucked already. She had been on the loose in the village for well over an hour. I was surprised I couldn’t hear her moans from where we were.
At last it was time to introduce the pigs to their new home. The ground inside the pen was slippery, and very muddy. It was the perfect conditions. I picked one of the pigs up from the van and carefully held it under its front legs, its head was nested between my breasts. I pretended the pig was awkward and heavy to carry. The truth was, it was the simplest thing in the world to transport such a baby over a matter of ten yards. I hobbled back to the pen, the pigs head causing my breasts to sway from side to side even more than normal as I leant forward.
It was then that the pig got startled as my mobile phone went off in my pocket. A few squawks and squeals later and Brian had rushed from the pen to take the pig.
“No, not there,” I instructed, “you have to put your hands where mine are.”
Brian hesitated, but eventually slipped his hands between the pig and my breasts. He must have felt their firmness when he took the pig from me. The simple touch of his hands on my breasts made me so horny.
I scooped the phone from my trousers and answered. It was Steve. He proceeded to tell me that Jenny was with him and having a quick shower. Apparently, she had walked into the house, virtually naked, with a soaking wet pussy to die for. She had instructed Steve to see how wet she was and then she told him to get his cock out.
I told Steve to leave the phone on the side of the bed and to call me just before they did anything serious. I ran indoors and put my phone on the kitchen table and left it there.
I returned to the van for the second pig.
This time Brian was half way towards me to take the pig from me for a second time. He repeated the procedure a little more slowly than the first time and I took that to mean he enjoyed the first time very much.
Brian was so naïve. He did exactly what I had told him to do and as I entered the muddy pen with him I slipped at the appropriate time, grabbing his arm and taking him down with me. It was a fall that I had suffered many times in my life. It is one of the hazards of working with pigs, and I knew exactly how to break my fall to perfection.
We both hit the mud together. Steve landed on his face with mud trickling down his chest. I landed on my shoulder which broke my fall nicely. I then rolled onto my chest and ensured that the mud got everywhere it needed to get.
“Oh! Bugger…” I shouted as I sat up in the pen, covered in mud. Brian looked just as bad.
Then we started laughing. We both held our arms up and shook the mud off them.
“Come on, we need to get this off quickly before it stinks,” I told him.
We both rushed to the house. My wellies were off as soon as we got there and so was Brian’s shirt. He wiped most of the mud off with his shirt but seemed a bit uncertain when it came to watching me do the same. I helped him out as I quickly raised my top above my head, letting my breasts bounce free. I always loved the way they did that, and judging by the look on Brian’s face, so did he. His mouth was wide open as he watched them slowly come to a halt.