The Beginning.


The man was saddened that his recently deceased wife had never had the opportunity to meet his daughters or that she had not lived long enough to see Brigitte or Ingrid again.

Rebecca, Brigitte’s daughter had not come with them because she and her partner wanted to remain in Europe to run the ‘Lotus Blossom’ and as the pictures he’d seen showed that her partner is very definitely female He believed that the club would continue to be a popular venue for the jaded rich.

Until their own home was completed, his visitors would be moving in with him, and as it is a mere hundred metres away from his home, they will be able to watch it being topped out. Once they are settled, they could begin the process of providing a similar facility in New Zealand and, more importantly, He can meet, and get to know, his daughters.



When He was twenty, He married an eighteen-year-old auburn haired, green-eyed beauty from a traveller family and ten minutes after the ceremony, they left town before her relatives found out exactly what they had done. In preparation for the big day, He had changed his name by deed poll and kept that a secret from all who knew him. He then obtained a new passport.

The wedding alone was enough to have brought down their retribution on him, but what he had also done was to remove the proceeds of their ‘very lucrative’ criminal enterprises. He and his bride removed them from their ‘secret’ hiding place, which was a large plastic barrel buried inside a bramble copse in a wood.

Borrowing’ one of the ‘company’ cars, the couple headed to the docks, at which point they caught a train to another town and then a bus to a small coastal town. The next three days were spent on his old sailing boat, it should have only been two days at the most but weather doesn’t care much about love, lust, or old sails, so they rowed and paddled the last ten miles or so to reach the Scottish mainland.

After He had put his bride ashore, He stripped, then sailed the boat back out to sea, sank it, and swam back to shore.

Opening his backpack, he pulled a towel out to dry myself. Her backpack was mainly full of bank notes and bearer bonds wrapped in plastic bags, gold coins and jewellery. When they were ready, they hiked into the nearby small town, had fish and chips and then caught a bus into the next town and disappeared off everyone’s radar.

A New Life.

A month later, in a different country, having obtained a passport for his wife Maureen in her new name as a married woman, the couple arrived in a very small coastal village, which was beginning to gain a reputation as a place to go for a quiet holiday. There were no cafe’s or bars in the place, just a few houses which were either occupied by artists or owned by people wanting a place to go to occasionally and used as holiday letting when they were not using them.

The village was merely a small group of houses in a sheltered cove, there was a well-trodden path around the headland because on the other side of that headland was a large village, or a small town, with a some shops, a few cafe-bars and a small harbour.

It was there that the couple arranged to rent one of the small houses in the cove, using some of the money from their backpack ‘bank’. He bought tools to replace those he had left behind in Ireland. He began looking for employment opportunities and soon had a job as a carpenter and handyman in a luxury chalet site. Owned by a Swedish couple, it sat on top of the headland giving wonderful view. It also had the advantage of having its own approach road and car park. There were two paths leading from the chalet park. One let to the cove, the other path led to the town.

The chalet park had ten units, but the owners had been able to purchase land adjacent to their enterprise and now owned the complete headland site. This enabled them to increase the number of chalets to sixteen, which they did by purchasing six chalets from a holiday park in another area, which had ceased operation. In readiness for their arrival, a construction company had laid the concrete bases and then connected drainage and utilities.

The chalets arrived in the same week that the young man was hired. He was to assist in the erection of the chalets, which were in kit form. Two of them were in need of some renovation, but this would not be carried out until the others had been completed. This pleased the young couple because they were now assured of being a part of the small community, with a steady income, which hid the fact that they already had money.

After a couple of weeks, his wife had made friends with Ingrid, the widow of the previous headmaster of town’s school. He had been a workaholic, if he was not at school; he was attending seminars or working on administration data at home. If he ever did take a break he went angling and spent his Sundays drowning worms in a lake over twenty miles away. One Sunday, he was taking part in an angling competition and had caught a large Pike, but during the struggle to land it, he had a heart attack and died before the ambulance arrived.

There had been a baby, but sadly, it had been stillborn, her husband had never tried to have another child and so Ingrid was at home, alone, keeping house and putting food on the table. Not unnaturally, she was a lonely and unhappy, woman. In fact, she was ripe for plucking, and Maureen had been plucking ever since she’d reached puberty. I knew that because I caught her plucking my sister, but I couldn’t complain because I’d plucked Maureen the week before that.

Ingrid was Icelandic. 5ft 6in. tall, her dark hair cut short, slender body with mobile hips, and large, full breasts. Because she was of a slender build, the size of her breasts, were a focal point for anyone facing her, they strained the fabric of anything except the loosest of clothing, which meant that she could never wear tight fitting T-shirts in public, for fear of causing chaos.

It has long been my opinion that, at any age above fourteen, when females from northern climes, visit, or move to, the hotter regions of the world, they become increasingly more willing to shed their inhibitions and their knickers. They will gladly do this for any reasonably presentable male, or female, who is willing to spend time actually conversing with them.

The handyman did all that was asked of him at the complex, this included being the supervisor of the chalet maids. They were a group of Malaysian and Thai women who had turned up when the new chalets had arrived. They travelled around Europe looking for work where they could find it because the life was better than the one they had in their own countries and occasionally they were able to send money home to their families.

Their ‘jungle drums’ had alerted them to a job opportunity and after a week’s trial Brigitte had taken them on for a season, but they were proving to be such reliable staff she was thinking of offering them permanent employment.

Much to their disappointment, Brigitte had not been able to provide any positions for the male members of this travelling labour market and they had subsequently obtained labouring work elsewhere on a huge building project. Unfortunately, this was over a hundred miles away so they were unable to see their partners very often, but they tried to be upbeat about the situation, saying that at least they were saving more money this way.

He got on very well with his employers, so much so that he was treated as almost part of the family which included their daughter; fourteen-year old Rebecca. She was a smaller version of Brigitte, her mother; with long white-blonde hair, long legs, and already showing that she was going to be a shapely beauty.

With the exception of sports and social club weekend activities in the town, Rebecca spent most of her free time with him, because he was the only male with whom she was permitted to talk to without parental supervision. The story of the Trojan horse leaps to mind.

Brigitte was also inclined to be in his vicinity a great deal more often than interest in the progress of his work would require. She was obviously bored and though it was hard to understand, unhappy. So much so that, after six months virtually rebuilding two chalets, he fucked her, it was at her instigation I might add.

He had been connecting the sink waste pipe at the time so he was on his back with his head and arms inside the cupboard under the sink when Brigitte arrived to ‘chat’. She chatted to the extent of telling him that she wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away as so many other opportunities had done.

The explanation came in the form of his shorts being unzipped and dragged down his legs to be followed by his boxers. The feeling of cool hands on his penis was all that was required to show her that what she was after was available. Because he was firmly embedded under the sink, plumbing, he was left to imagine what was happening out of his field of vision.

He heard the sound of a zipper that he knew wasn’t his, he heard a rustle followed by a short silence and then his member was once again being held by a slightly less cool hand. It was treated to a slow massage, which, as time passed, became ever more rapid. There was a short rest and then a warm, moist mouth enclosed his cock head then the tongue inside that mouth began to flick over and around that sensitive helmet.

He couldn’t help it, his hips began to lift and he began trying to push more of his rigid shaft into that mouth, but its owner merely gripped his shaft with both hands and squeezed; hard, then one hand descended to his testicles and gently massaged them until he was groaning with frustrated lust.

The grip was released and the lips descended his erection until he felt it enter her throat. The mouth rested for a few moments and then began to move again, still in a downwards direction until there was no more cock to swallow. She had it all and so she retracted her head until only the head of his cock was inside her mouth, she waited a moment, then plunged her face downwards to his groin, and just as quickly, withdrew completely.

He felt her straddle him and he groaned with lust as she took hold of his cock once again and guided it to her vaginal entrance. She allowed him to feel that opening for a moment before withdrawing it slightly and rubbing it against her clitoris.

Brigitte began to pant, and her manipulations became more intense and urgent as her desire to have him took over from her desire to enjoy teasing him. She reached the end of her self-control and took his manhood for a joy ride. The ride only lasted for a short time because this was the first cock she’d had inside her for over a year and her orgasm hit her before she had time to recognize the sensation for what it was.

She exploded into frantic motion and began to cry as she collapsed sideways onto the floor. She was still in a semi-trance like state as the focus of her lust forced his way out from under the sink. Placing the cushion that had been used as padding for his back, under her hips, and then lifting her long legs up and apart, he got where he knew that she would like him to be and then he re-entered her vagina.

He entered her with one strong and smooth thrust and then fucked her to a second climax and this time he filled her with his semen, but he continued to fuck her as their mingled body fluids squirted out from her pussy each time he thrust into her.

Because she wanted to enjoy the feeling of having him inside her vagina, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist to prevent him from moving inside her, which was a situation he was happy with

He would have loved to have his hands on her breasts, but she had only removed her skirt and knickers before commencing her assault and he had black hand which, when she returned through the park to her house, would have left a very visible clue on her pristine white T-shirt as to her recent activity.

She enjoyed the experience so much that, each Wednesday thereafter during school term time; when her husband had gone to market, she had gone to bed with the aptly named ‘handyman’.

The handyman kept his wife informed of his activities, and providing that she had her share of his attentions, she actively encouraged him because it did rather strengthen his position. His salary had increased and he now had a firm foothold in the enterprise.

The couple had also noticed that, when the chalet park’s visitors were at a loss on what to do during the evenings that they weren’t out sightseeing, their husbands would go down the path leading to the bars. Their wives however, were not always so keen to spend their evening in this manner, so some of them took a walk down the hill to the lane leading to a small bay.

Because the lane led past the handyman’s house they found that he always sat outside with his wife, a glass of wine to hand, and that they were always happy to have the ladies join them for a glass or two of the couple’s ‘very special wine’, and a chat. At least, it began as a chat.

His attractive wife was always very attentive to their conversations and she showed remarkable insight into their moods. If any of the visitors were ever willing to admit that they were in any way unhappy with their marriages, or were actually seeking an opportunity to have a holiday affair, she would commiserate with them and offer a friendly hug, or provide encouragement, where appropriate.

The friendly hugs usually included gentle stroking of backs and waists; if no adverse reaction was discerned, It was followed with a cautious, ‘almost accidental’ brushing of a breast as a hand was withdrawn. Should there still be no apparent discouragement then a whispered suggestion that she had several remedies to relieve tension and frustration from whatever cause, but because It was becoming cooler outside, perhaps it would be better to go inside for some privacy.

The ‘encouragement’ was more direct in its application. Usually in the form of tender kissing of necks and cheeks as gentle stroking of tummy and upper thighs, in addition to breasts, was taking place.

Maureen usually instigated these seductive advances, but because it was sometimes obvious that her husband was the intended partner, he would take over. This did not prevent Maureen from ‘helping out with additional ‘encouragement’ during his performances and of course the same applied when Maureen was indulging her lust.

After the first two nocturnal visitors had been treated to a ‘holiday experience’ in the couple’s bedroom, they had made a few changes to their home such that what had been a dining room became a bedroom.

The visitors would invariably return to the holiday accommodation late that night much relaxed, with a very hazy recollection of having had sex, not only with that gorgeous handyman, but sometimes, also with his, equally gorgeous, wife. They were often a great deal more cheerful the next day, which sometimes led to their own husband having the chance of indulging in their delights. The wives grapevine ensured that all those who were likely to be interested in knowing about this opportunity, did know. Without the husbands finding out.

In many cases, the ones who had been fortunate enough to experience this hospitality would return to repeat the experience. The file of pictures with names and addresses grew to a satisfying size and they were looking forward to scanning through them when the winter arrived and the supply of fresh sexual conquests dried up, to see if there was any possibility of an advantage being gained.

This was not just to refresh the young couple’s memories of the delights to be enjoyed when warm weather loosens inhibitions and clothing. It was to begin the process of sending a greetings card. This card had a message with a telephone number included and was sent to all the beneficiaries of their hospitality, asking them if they would be interested in obtaining photos of the times they had spent together.

If they would be so interested, Then please contact the sender on the above number.

Without exception, the recipients of these cards did telephone, and were informed that, on payment of €100, the photos would be destroyed

This remittance would ensure that they would continue to lead an untroubled life, and if they should ever feel the need to return to the resort for a short break, they would be welcomed with open arms.

Ingrid was plucked. She had become firm friends with Maureen and after three months of having an increasingly attentive friend and confidant, sitting close by her side, her blouse unbuttoned a little lower than was proper, because of the heat. Occasionally her skirts were a little shorter than a woman would normally wear, unless, that is, she was in an ‘adult’ video.

When she had her first experience of Sapphic sex, it flicked a switch inside her and she knew that she wanted to indulge on a regular basis. Ingrid had never taken part in oral sex; however, once she had experienced having her labial lips nibbled and her clitoris licked and sucked as an exploring finger investigated her vaginal channel, it was unsurprising that she wanted more, and often. She was clearly interested in the sight of Maureen’s hairless vulva and pussy and so Maureen gave her the same treatment. After that she was available for sex with Maureen whenever she wished.

One day, the handyman arrived; he was ‘looking for his wife’, and it just happened to be the day when Maureen had pounced on her friend and had begun undoing her blouse to caress the bare breasts beneath, declaring that she wanted to have sex with her, here and now, on the sofa.

The pair were ‘discovered’ on that sofa with their discarded clothing strewn on the floor and with their heads between each other’s thighs

His wife was upside-down with her legs resting against the sofa backrest, wide apart and feet high in the air. The handyman took a number of pictures with his little camera and then did what any red-blooded man would do; he joined in.

Ingrid was kneeling astride his wife, her head between Maureen’s thighs, sucking her labia, her pussy over her mouth. Maureen saw him approaching with his cock jutting out before him and, wrapping her arms around her friend’s thighs; she applied her hands to her labia and pulled them apart to reveal the centre of all their desires. He unzipped his trousers, pulled his erection out of them and inserted it into the exposed hole.

That orifice was soaking wet through, as was Maureen’s face and lips, and therefore he slid deep inside her before her brain had finished processing the fact that she was being fucked by someone she had not even seen.

His wife closed her legs to hold her friend’s head, and because her hips were in the firm grip of the handyman, she could not move.