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As usual, you spend Sunday morning in your study dealing with Estate business. The rain has stopped but everything is still dripping wet outside, even so, after lunch, you put your Barbour and Wellington boots on and set off for a walk.
The Hundred Acre Wood starts across a field at the back of the house. It might have been a hundred acres at one time, but it's probably only half that now. A small part of it is coppiced and some local farmers make some useful pocket money from selling charcoal, but the vast majority is almost completely untouched. An expert who came down from Oxford claimed that some of the trees are well over five hundred years old.
The old cottage is almost completely invisible to anyone who doesn't know it's there and the track leading down to it could easily be mistaken for an animal track. Calling it a cottage is perhaps an exaggeration. It's really just one room with an ancient stove at one end, a rickety table and two chairs in the middle and a bed at the other. There are two windows, one at the front beside the door and the other at the back, you can't really see out of it because of the ivy that has grown over the whole building.
There's a camping stove and a kettle on the table and from the capacious pockets of your Barbour, you produce a bottle of fuel, tea, sugar and milk. The water comes from a stream a dozen paces away from the door. By the time the kettle starts to whistle, a figure appears in the open door. "You started without me then," Mary says with a giggle. You move the table and chairs outside and you both sit in the weak sunshine, sip your drinks and listen.
The stream makes the occasional rippling noise, but it's too shallow for any substantial fish. Most of the birds are quiet in the afternoon, but there's a blackbird that feels the need to shout at something occasionally, and there are all the unidentified rustles made by small animals going about their business.
Mary's father had been in a bad mood because the rain kept him off the land. He spent the morning in the pub and came home drunk, so her mother isn't happy either. You look at Mary with her black Wellington boots and the usual short skirt. She'd taken her jacket off when she arrived, and her too-tight shirt stretched across her breasts. She looks across at you. "We gonna sit here all afternoon then or are we gonna fuck?"
You look around. "I don't know. I can't see anyone around here old enough to fuck."
"You know what they say around here. If they're big enough, they're old enough," she says with a grin. "I've been looking forward to this all day," she says and walks round to stand in front of you. She stands with her legs apart and lifts up the front of her skirt. You're surprised to see a piece of string hanging out of her pussy.
"Is it that time of the month," you ask.
She shakes her head. "It's not that. Pull the string and you'll see."
You pull and then pull harder until, to your surprise, a silver ball pops out of her cunt. "Keep going," she says, and you find that there is a second one in there. You hold them in your hand and realise that they're hollow and there's some kind of weight inside that makes them wobble about. "They feel real sexy, wobbling about in there," she says, "but not half as sexy as this." As she's speaking, she drops to her knees and pulls your cock out of your trousers. "I stole them from the sex shop in town," she says when she stops for a breather.
The bed in the cottage is not very clean, but you don't really care as she, completely naked now, gets on knees and bends forward so that you can slide your cock in from behind. "Go on you fucker, I want it all in," she moans when you stop at halfway.
"Keep still, or I'll stick it in your fat arse," you say.
"Ooh! Mister. Would you rather I was a boy then?"
"Maybe. Boys are less trouble. At least they don't get pregnant."
"Is that what you'd like? To get me pregnant so you'd have a baby to play with?"
Neither of you speaks for the next minute or two as you're both climaxing. You carefully pull your shrinking cock out of her cunt and it's followed by a gush of spunk which adds to the stains already on the mattress. "I love it when you talk dirty," she says later.