Paddling for Pain & Pleasure Pt. 04

Part 4

Sam was in the air, halfway back across the Atlantic, before the story broke. When she hadn't turned up for the heats of her event, questions had been asked. She had been a potential medallist, and she had not shown up.

Illness and injury, the two most likely scenarios, were soon being reported, as the WaterSports officials were reticent to give any details, primarily because they didn't know why. Only Amanda and Steven knew the truth, and surprisingly, they were being rather quiet about things.

On the flight back Sam had been able to contact Robert. She hadn't given him any more details, just asked if he could pick her up from the airport when she landed. She had contacted him, rather than her parents, as she knew he wouldn't give her a proper grilling about what had happened. He'd be really disappointed, but he wouldn't press her, he would wait for her to tell him, if she ever would!

They had been lucky at the airport too. Although Sam might have been a medal contender, she wasn't a real household name, so there weren't a throng of reporters and journalists there to greet her. Just Robert. And she was so relieved to see him, that steadying influence, she almost ran into his arms, giving him a big hug, she burst into tears.

He quickly ushered her out to his car, and they were away, back to his place. There she called her parents, just to let them know she was safe and back in the UK, and she would be over to pick up some things in the next few days. No explanation of what had happened.

Sam just wanted to disappear, somewhere, anywhere, but knew that it might be difficult, but she would make it as difficult as she could. With Robert's help she bought herself an old Ford Transit van, big enough so she could get one of her many kayaks in it along with some basic sleeping and cooking equipment. This would be her home until, she hoped, things died down.

Then she had to face her parents. She called in first thing in the morning, catch them unprepared, and it worked. When they quizzed her, she simply fobbed them off, saying she didn't want to discuss it. The filling a few bags with clothes, paddling kit, and a few other personal items, she was off.

But where too?

It had to be far away, and out of the way. She had savings, but would have to try and find work, but that could be anything. And it needed to be near water, it was still her passion, and what kept her sane, even though her recent experience had not been pleasant, that had nothing to do with the water, but Amanda and Steven.

She headed north, to Cumbria, to a little place called Whitehaven, and for eight months it was a haven. She managed to get bar work and a couple of other part-time jobs that paid cash in hand. She could go kayaking in the Irish Sea or head into The Lakes when she wanted to paddle. It was perfect.

She even found herself a couple of short-term boyfriends, which suited her fine, she got fucked with no attachments and she actually enjoyed it.

Then came the day that one of her little jobs wanted to put her on the books. They needed her name and NI number, and then the questions started. Wasn't she the athlete who left the Olympics?

Time to move, and far away!

She headed south and ended up near Bude in Cornwall. And the same thing happened, after six or seven months, suddenly the questions started, and Sam left.

For the next couple of years, Sam criss-crossed the country, Sandwich in Kent, Rhyl in North Wales, Whitby in Yorkshire, and in each place, life was good until the questions started, and it was time to move on.

Where to next?

Sam opened up her UK road map and it actually fell open on the page showing the whole of the country, and suddenly it was obvious.

Scotland!

It was massive, had loads of coastline and lochs and if she headed far enough up north, she was pretty sure no one would have heard of her. She also remembered a couple of great trips she and Robert had in the early days. Scotland, it would be! And more precise, Oban!

It was a long trip, and she broke it, parking up and sleeping in her van in a car park near Falkirk, just yards away from the very impressive Kelpies structures.

The next day she arrived and initially parking up in the centre of town she wandered down towards the esplanade to breath in the fresh sea air. A visit to a small Tesco Express for some groceries and Sam found a quiet lay by on the coast road, just south of the town, to park up.

Within a couple of days, she was behind the bar of The Corryvreckan, between the ferry terminal and the train station, and she got an evening meal out of it as well. During the day she got out into the Sound between the mainland and Kerrera, a large island just offshore, and she felt free again.

It was mid-May when Sam arrived in Oban, and the days were getting much longer. There was an extended period of fine weather which Sam was keen to take advantage off. On a few of her trips on the Sound she encountered a group of fellow kayakers, being led by an experienced older man. Sam had acknowledged their presence but had not hung around to get involved in any conversations where introductions or explanations might have been required.

But that changed about two weeks later. Again, Sam found her herself approaching a group of six paddlers, including this older male leader. Sam was about sixty yards away, when suddenly two of the group accidentally collided, but it caused both of them to capsize. One in the water is bad enough, but two at the same time, and only one to offer assistance.

It took Sam seconds to cover the distance and assist in recovering one swimmer, whilst the Leader recovered the other. But Sam didn't hang about, as soon as she was sure that all were safe, she headed off, cries of thanks following her.

Three nights later and Sam was behind the bar in The Corryvreckan when one of the regulars came and took a stool at the bar. Sam knew he was called Fraser, but that was it.

"A pint of Best, please," Fraser asked, then after a slight pause added, "Sam."

Sam looked at him in shock and horror. She had been sure that she wouldn't be recognised up here, but it had taken weeks, not month to be found out.

Fraser immediately realised that this wasn't the time or place to have dropped his bombshell, so he needed to think fast.

"Sam, I'm not interested in the past," he hurriedly explained in a hushed voice, "But I could really do with another experienced paddler to help me out, if you'd be interested," he continued.

Sam was still at a loss, she had so many things going through her head that she had barely heard, let alone comprehended, what Fraser had said.

Sam came back to her senses, and the one thing she did remember was that he had asked for a pint of Best. She picked up a glass and began to pour it, but tears were beginning to well up in her eyes, which Fraser couldn't help but see

"I'm really sorry Sam, I shouldn't have dropped that on you," he apologised quietly, not wanting to bring attention to their conversation, then he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card. As Sam handed over his pint, Fraser handed over his card and a fiver to pay for his drink.

"Please give me a call or come and visit," he suggested, as he picked up his pint and wandered off to a vacant table.

The rest of the night was like a blur for Sam and when she got back to her van she nearly took off, but she pulled out Fraser's card and looked at it.

When Fraser turned up at the portacabin that constituted his office at eight o'clock the following morning, Sam was sitting there waiting for him. Fraser ushered her in and offered her a seat as he dragged his round from behind his desk, he didn't want there to appear to be any barriers between them. It worked and Sam already began to feel a little less stressed. He also wanted Sam to feel in control and be the one asking the questions, so he sat there silently.

Eventually, when Sam realised Fraser wasn't going to say anything she spoke.

"What do you want from me?" she asked quietly, not making eye contact.

"Help," was his simple reply, which confused Sam. Her eyes lifted to Fraser's face, and he could see the bewilderment in her face. He decided he should explain.

"I know who you are, Sam," he began quietly, "And I know what happened, but I don't know why, nor could I care less," he continued, trying to keep things simple.

Sam was still confused and wasn't really understanding what Fraser was saying, it was not what normally happened.

"What do you mean?" Sam queried, needing more explanation.

"I'd like to offer you a job," added Fraser, which actually didn't do much to help Sam work out what was going on.

"What?... Why?" she stammered.

"The other day, out in the Sound, when you helped my group. You can handle your boat better than I ever could. With two in the water, if you hadn't been there, I could have been in trouble," he explained.

Now it was making more sense to Sam.

"You're help and support on these trips would be great," he continued, "And I'd pay you, more than the pub anyway."

A small smile crossed Sam's lips. Yes, a little more money would help, but she was still a little unsure.

"Sam, I honestly don't need to know what happened over there. For you to do what you did, it must have been something big. But I'm not interested. I couldn't care less. If at some time in the future you do want to talk about it, fine. But that's your decision. "

Fraser was speaking in a very slow, caring way. Sam had ever had anyone speak to her like this, well maybe Robert, and she felt reassured.

Eventually, Sam responded.

"OK," she nodded, as she looked at Fraser, "What will this entail?" she queried, now wanting some more details.

Fraser's face broke into a big grin.

"I haven't got any idea," he laughed, "We can work it out as we go along."

And that's what they did. Initially, Sam moved her van into the boat yard where the portacabin was. Fraser had a couple of large containers in the yard too, which contained a dozen kayaks and other equipment, paddles, life vests, wetsuits, etc.

With the Summer season approaching things got busier, and they were able to take slightly bigger groups as there were two of them, and the fact one of them was female helped significantly as well. Business was going well and Fraser proved to be very generous.

Sam still did the odd shift in the pub, just for a little extra pocket money and soon found herself enjoying life in this small community, and if anyone else apart from Fraser knew who she was, they never let on.

The pub was also useful for Sam in relieving another itch she had. Even though she had been raped by Steven and Amanda, she found that rather than being repulsed by the thought of sex and intimacy, she actually craved it, and regularly.

But she didn't want a long-term relationship, hard, fast one-night stands satisfied her needs and she found sufficient young holidaymakers, hillwalkers, water-sports enthusiasts passing through, who were more than willing to oblige.

Still living in her van, she had to hope that her beau for the night had a hotel room or some other accommodation they could use, but if all else failed, then the back of her van, or the desk in the portacabin were suitable alternatives.

The winter months brought a drop off in business, as usual, and Sam returned to doing more pub work, whilst also helping Fraser prepare and repair the kayaks and kit for the coming year. At Fraser's suggestion, Sam also undertook a series of kayak coaching courses which would give the little business a bit more experience for a number or reasons.

It was also during the winter months that Fraser also made another suggestion. He lived on his own, having divorced nearly fifteen years earlier, and lived in a rambling old house just a little out of town. So, it was inevitable that he should let Sam stay at his place as well, and with the much colder weather setting in, she accepted. To her, Fraser had become another father/coach figure like Robert, and she enjoyed it

Soon, they settled into their new arrangement, and together they started planning the coming year and how they could improve and expand the business. Again, it was Fraser who suggested that Sam complete some of her kayak leadership certificates, so they had the paperwork in place, and as they found out it greatly reduced the company's insurance premiums.

Everything worked really smoothly until about Easter time when the season started to open up. It also meant an influx of visitors, and there started to be one or two that Sam fancied a good shagging from. And now that she had her 'own place', she felt a lot happier to invite them back.

Normally, Sam and her fuck-buddy would return after the pub closed, and so Fraser was already in the land of nod and was blissfully unaware of the rampant sexual gymnastics taking place at the opposite end of the corridor.

Initially, there was embarrassment the next morning when Sam and her beau would appear downstairs, dishevelled, as Sam saw him to the door, but after a little bit of ribbing from Fraser, it became a regular occurrence and part of life.

That was until the night Fraser came home very late. He'd joined a lock-in in another pub in the town and hadn't left until about one-thirty in the morning.

Arriving home, he hadn't considered the possibility Sam might have someone with her, and she had already thought him tucked up in bed. But, as Fraser climbed the stairs, unmistakable sounds caught his ears as he reached the landing.

Glancing along the short corridor towards Sam's room and the sounds emanating from it, Fraser gasped as he spotted that her bedroom door wasn't fully closed, a gap, only two or three inches, let some of the soft light spill onto into the corridor.

He knew it wasn't right, but like a moth to the flame, he was drawn to that thin sliver of light. With his heart racing, he peered in through the thin gap and initially extreme disappointment crashed over him. Due to the layout of Sam's room, Fraser's line of sight was restricted to the end foot or so of Sam's bed and although a pair of feet were visible, indicating that Sam was on top, he could see no more.

Then, suddenly, his eyes were drawn by other movement and lifting his eyes he found that the rest of the bed was perfectly reflected in the mirror on the dressing table in the room. He could see everything, and with the small bedside lamp on, in perfect detail.

Sam was indeed riding her stud cowboy, raising and lowering herself on his hard shaft, as he cupped and massaged her breasts. It was a long time since Fraser had last had sex, and even though he did occasionally pleasure himself whilst watching porn, this was a completely new situation. Although he knew what he was doing was wrong, it didn't stop his cock rapidly hardening in his trousers.

Fraser had never considered what Sam might look like naked. Most of the time they were clothed in unflattering water-sports kit, like drysuits, and even wetsuits were not particularly revealing, and Sam had always been a jeans and baggy hood type of girl.

But what he saw now, her slim, toned body, with amazing muscle definition from her sport, and her perfectly formed beasts that perched high on her chest. She was breathtaking.

Then there was a soft groan.

Sam heard it, Fraser heard it, but Sam's lover hadn't. It took a second or two before it registered with Fraser that it had come from him, and that was only because he found Sam's eyes looking back at him from the mirror.

A look of shock, horror, embarrassment, flashed across Sam's, only to be replaced by a huge grin and she stopped briefly for a second or two to lean down and kiss her partner, before rising again to look at Fraser.

Sam's mind was working overtime. She should be angry at him, but it had been her fault that she hadn't closed the door. And, she thought, it's amazing that it hadn't happened before now, the number of guys she had brought home. There was also a thought that she had never seen Fraser with a woman, and he must get lonely, therefore if she could provide a little excitement, she was OK with that.

So, Sam thought they should put on a bit of a show for him. She wasn't sure exactly how much Fraser could see in the mirror, but she had a good view of him.

Again, Sam lay down on top of her partners body, kissing him more passionately, as she was significantly more turned on knowing Fraser was watching. As she did, she again raised herself on the rock-hard shaft buried in her pussy. But this time, right to the point that only the tip was being kissed by her lower lips.

Fraser could see the whole length, a good thick six inches, glistening with Sam's juices in the subtle lamp light. Then he watched in awe as her lips were spread and her welcoming pussy gobbled up his length, then to be repeated.

This slow deliberate fucking, although for Fraser's benefit, was also doing wonderful things to the owner of the cock and he gasped as Sam's tight sheath sent shock waves of electricity coursing through his flagpole and balls.

But Sam didn't want the show to end too quickly, so she paused with the whole length buried in her pussy. Sitting back up, she glanced back at the mirror to see Fraser still standing there, his eyes on stalks, and one hand massaging the bulge in his trousers and the other resting lightly on the door.

Sam's partner in copulation had released her breasts from his grip when she had nearly made him cum, so Sam took over, cupping her breasts in her hands she began to squeeze them, pinching her nipples, as if offering them to Fraser. As she did, she consciously looked in the mirror and gave him a subtle but obvious nod, as she once again began to ride the cock.

Although no words had been spoken, Fraser instinctively knew Sam was OK with what was happening, for things to go a little further, and ever so slowly he eased the door open another couple of inches, so he had an unrestricted view of the bed.

This time Sam groaned as she saw the door open further. She had never thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but her memories of what had transpired these few years earlier with Steven and Amanda made her think that there was something about the idea of her being watched having sex that really turned her on. Now, suddenly, she realised she needed to cum, and when she did it would be massive.

Picking up the pace, she began to ride the cock, faster and harder, her body slapping against the owner of the cock, and a very audible squelching of juice coming from her pussy. Fraser was agog at what Sam was allowing him to watch, and he couldn't remember the last time he had felt his cock so hard.

Then Fraser took a really big chance. Slowly he unzipped his trousers and eased out his cock, wrapping a hand round and tugging on it instantly it was exposed, he wasn't going to last long either.

Sam had been riding the cock hard, her eyes closed, as she also massaged her breasts. She couldn't believe she was doing it, but she was also imagining it was Fraser's cock that was fucking her, not the guy whose name she had already forgotten. Then she looked back in the mirror.

Fraser was staring intently at where a thick six inches of hard cock was sliding rapidly into a silken sheath, with pink fleshy lips caressing the length. He never noticed Sam look at him, but he did notice the effect it had.

Sam hadn't expected to see Fraser masturbating, afterwards she couldn't imagine why he wouldn't have, but it was all she needed, and her pussy exploded.

Sam collapsed down onto her fuck-buddy, her body and legs jerking about in a frenzy as she climaxed, squealing unrecognisable sounds. As her pussy spasmed around the guys cock it literally sucked his spunk out of it, and he shot five thick ropes of his cream deep into her pussy.

Standing in the doorway, Fraser could not believe what he had just witnessed, better than any porno he had ever seen, and suddenly his cock was erupting, blasting cum out onto the carpet. Now he knew he had overstayed his welcome and with his cock still dripping, he pulled the door back over and hastily beat a retreat to his own room.

The next morning, Fraser was sitting in the kitchen when he heard Sam and her 'guest' come downstairs. He began to redden, expecting them to walk in and was surprised when he heard Sam letting him out the front door. Now it was going to be more embarrassing!

Sam sauntered into the kitchen, went to the kettle and switched it on, as it had plenty of water in it. She got a mug from the cupboard and spooned coffee granules into it as the kettle reached boiling. Fraser was still sitting at the table with his two slices of toast, buttered and with a little marmalade as usual, but he couldn't eat, his stomach was doing flips.

Sam filled her mug with boiling water and gave it a stir, then sat down opposite Fraser, and a grin broke out across her face.

"Enjoy the show last night?" she asked, trying desperately to suppress her laughter.

Now that someone had spoken Fraser let fly.

"Sam, I'm really sorry!" he gushed, "I should never have done that!..." he blurted out, before Sam stopped him.

"Did you enjoy it? I certainly did!" she butted in, knowing that if she didn't, Fraser would never stop apologising, "I suppose the little gift you left me suggested that you did," she added before bursting into fits of the giggles as Fraser turned even redder.

Fraser stared at her dumbfounded.

"You don't mind?" he asked, as a sort of apology too.

"I thought it was fucking hot," admitted Sam, "I haven't cum as hard as that for ages!"

Fraser didn't know what to say, he just stared at the young woman sitting opposite him in amazement. Then Sam dropped another bombshell.

"Might have to let you watch more often," she added with a smile and a twinkle in her eye as she rose and went up to her room. Fraser didn't know whether she was joking or not.

About two weeks later, Fraser got an answer. Sam was working in the pub again, and after doing a pile of paperwork and having a nice scotch he'd taken himself to bed. He'd only been in bed about fifteen minutes when he heard Sam come into the house, and she was obviously not alone.

Listening carefully, not that he really had too as Sam appeared to be a bit louder than normal, he heard them climbing the stairs, Sam telling her guest not to waken her 'Landlord'. Initially puzzled, Fraser suddenly realised that what he had heard was for his benefit. Sam wanted him to know she had someone with her.

Fraser listened closely and didn't hear Sam's door closing. She wanted him to watch again.

Slowly, Fraser opened the door to his room, and a hinge creaked. He was mortified, and for two minutes he stood like a statue waiting for Sam or her guest to come and find him. No-one appeared, but Fraser made a mental note to oil the hinges.

Into the hall, and he could see the shaft of light coming from Sam's room, her door wasn't closed, and his heart began racing. He crept halfway along the landing and could hear the passionate mumbling as two people slowly stripped each other, zips being unfastened, material sliding on bodies and onto the floor. He would wait, give them time to get started. Then he heard Sam gasp.

"Mmmmm! What a lovely cock you've got!" followed by a groan which Fraser assumed was from the male as Sam either grasped or swallowed his cock.

"All the better to fuck you with," came the cheeky reply, causing both to giggle, and Fraser to realise that Sam was stroking him.

Again, it was as if Sam was giving subtle hints to Fraser as to progress.

"Fuck, you've got great tits," came the male voice, and this time it was Sam who whimpered as obviously he began caressing them.

Fraser still waited. He was desperate to see what was happening, but wanted to make sure that the guy was so focused and engaged with Sam he wouldn't notice his appearance. But he moved a bit closer.

Now, there was a muffled slurping sound and Fraser could envisage Sam's lips stretched around this lovely cock, sucking and licking it for all she was worth. Satisfied groans soon accompanied.

"I want to eat your pussy too, Babe!" came a whispered request, followed by a slurping, then an infectious giggle.

"Lie down then, and I'll get on top, and we can do each other," instructed Sam, followed by urgent rustling as the pair rushed to get into position.

Fraser smiled, she really was a sexy little exhibitionist, as he pictured the couple in a 69 position. Now he knew it would be safe for him to have a proper look, and he silently took the next three steps to once again be peering in through the open door.

This time, he noticed that Sam had left it further open than previously, he didn't need to ease it further. And when he looked in and towards the end of the bed again, he could see a pair of feet, and just a few feet further up, Sam's grinning face was looking at him as she held the impressive cock in both hands. Then, not taking her eyes off Fraser, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick over the bulbous, dark red head of the cock.

This was met with satisfied groans from the other end which prompted Fraser to look in the mirror.

The first thing he noticed was that the mirror had moved slightly. Sam had rearranged the furniture a bit, and now Fraser had the perfect view of the blonde-haired man's head buried between Sam's ass cheeks as he licked away at her pussy.

When Fraser looked back at Sam, she had the mushroom head engulfed in her mouth and her hands were moving up and down the shaft, as the stud's hips rocked in rhythm. This really was better than any porno Fraser had watched on the Internet.

Sam's eyes dropped to Fraser's crotch, lingered there for a few seconds, then back up to his face, and even with a mouth full of cock, Fraser could read the expression on her face.

And he now realised just how rock-hard his own cock was. Unlike the previous week, all Fraser was wearing was a t-shirt and a pair of loose boxers, which were tenting impressively, rather than his restrictive trousers.

Reaching in through the fly, Fraser grasped his shaft and released it. As it appeared and Sam got another good look at it, she groaned loudly onto the cock in her mouth, the vibrations doing wonderful things to the sensitive shaft.

Fraser wrapped his hand around his own cock and slowly began to stroke it, almost immediately a drop of precum appearing at the tip.

Excited groans began to emanate from the other end and Sam realised that her partner was close to coming. She didn't want this to end just yet. Releasing the cock from her mouth, she gave it a little kiss on the tip, then turned to look over her back.

"How about we hide this cannon somewhere else before it explodes," suggested Sam, receiving a grunt of approval.

Sam nodded at Fraser and mouthed 'tissues' to him. He immediately understood and slipped away to his bedroom to get some paper tissues to catch his spunk when he came.

By the time he returned and cautiously peeped in, he found Sam on her back with her partners head still buried between her thighs. Sam grinned at Fraser and pulled her knees up towards her chest, spreading them wide to give her lover as much access as possible. He was obviously doing a good job as Sam was becoming more vocal.

What Fraser didn't know was that once again Sam was imagining it was him between her thighs, flicking her clit with his tongue, as she also stared intently at Fraser's equally impressive shaft as he stroked it. Then she shuddered as her orgasm exploded.

Lifting himself from between her thighs, the blond-haired man crawled up the bed, lifting Sam's ankles up onto his shoulders as his stiff erection unerringly approached its target.

Raised up on his arms like this, Fraser immediately saw a problem. Like this, the man should be able to see into the mirror and therefore see him standing there. If he was going to be able to continue watching, he'd need to make sure he wasn't visible in the mirror.

At this moment in time the man wasn't interested in looking in the mirror. He was too busy looking down Sam's body to where the tip of his cock was now gently pressing against her labia.

But rather than force entry, he began to rock his hips causing the tip of his cock to slide along Sam's slit, as low as her ass hole and up over her clit. Sam was whimpering with lust, she'd never been teased like this before, and Fraser had been forgotten. She wanted fucked.

Fraser in trying to find a safer viewing position had discovered that if he knelt, then he couldn't see the mirror, and therefore by inference he couldn't be seen either. However, this lowered position gave him a better view between Blondies legs and the steel-like piston that was about to penetrate Sam.

In her urgency, Sam had reached down her body to grasp the cock she so desperately wanted to feel inside her. Now in control she lined up the tip of the cock with her opening, feeling the fat head slot into place. Then she tried to pull it forward, feed it into her pussy, like you might a dildo, except this one had a pulse and throbbed in her hand.

The blonde guy resisted for a few more seconds.

"Please," begged Sam, desperate to feel herself being filled up, but also to put on a show for Fraser, she just hoped he had a good view.

Fraser was licking his lips with anticipation. He could see clearly Sam's labia parting to allow the head of the cock to gain entry, and he was close enough to see the soft fleshy head of the cock deform as it started to push forward, a slight bend in the rigid pole. But the inevitable thrust never came.

He could imagine Sam's frustration and desperation and was on the point of going to push down on the man's buttocks when he heard Sam's plea. Then he saw the man's buttocks clench and slowly the shaft began to move forward.

Fraser's watched transfixed as Sam's labia were spread wide to accommodate the thick cock as it forced its way into her pussy.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! God, yes!" gasped Sam, as the bulbous head popped in.

Sams hands had gone to the man's hips, as if to hold him steady.

"You're so big!" she whispered, "Slowly, please!"

Fraser watched the muscular buttocks clench again and slowly the ramrod inched forward. Then the man began to rock his hips, little movements in and out, barely making any progress at all, but it seemed to be having an effect on Sam.

"Shit,... Shit,... Fuck yes,.... So good,..." she began to utter, as the little movements worked their magic, as the ridge on his glans caressed the first inch or so of Sam's vagina.

"Aaaaaahh! Fuuuuuuckkk!" she then squealed, as the man plunged an extra four inches of his cock into her, but he paused there to allow her to recover.

Carefully he lowered his face to Sam's and kissed her tenderly on the lips, then the pair grinned at each other, they were both enjoying this, and there was a long way to go. Sam had now completely forgotten about Fraser, but he was having the time of his life.

Crouched down, just inside the door, a couple of feet from the end of the bed, with Sam and her lover fucking just a couple of feet further on, Fraser had never seen sex being performed so intimately. As well as seeing every detail, hearing every sound, he was also becoming intoxicated by the smell. It was full sensory overload, and if he was not careful it was going to end way to quickly from his point of view.

He released his cock from his hand and it still throbbed and pulsed, precum dribbling slowly from the little slit and over its head.

Now, Fraser watched as with longer strokes, the rest of the cock slowly disappeared into Sam's pussy. This guy was certainly a little longer and thicker than the last one, but Sam had taken him easily, or so it seemed.

Sam was not so sure. She felt as if she was being split in half, having already been folded in half, as her ankles were somewhere near her own ears, but it must have made it easier for her to accept his size, now she waited for the pounding she was sure would come.

But instead, it was a slow deliberate fucking. Removing his whole length so that his cock actually jumped up and slapped his abdomen, he then tilted his hips to line up and slowly pushed his whole length in again, mashing his pubes against Sam's.

Sam gasped in disbelief, as she felt as if all the air in her lungs had been forced out with that deep steady thrust. She barely had time to recover when he did it again, with the same slap as his slick juice-coated cock struck his abs, then slid effortlessly back in. It sounded like a plunger being pulled out of a syringe, then being pushed back in again.

Fraser was agog, he had never fucked his wife like that, nor had he seen it in any porno, normally just the 'wham bam thank you mam!' but this guy was different. And Sam seemed to be loving it.

Sam was wallowing in it, now she was continually moaning and groaning, wriggling about as much as she could as with each thrust, she was getting taken higher and higher towards her climax but not quite getting there. Just as she thought she was about to spiral out of control he was withdrawing again, then it would all build again as he thrust in. It was exquisite torture.

Fraser had begun stroking his cock again. He could tell that Sam at least was going to orgasm soon, he had no idea about the sexual athlete she had brought home, he might be able to keep going until dawn. And, although it might have seemed a little pervy, Fraser was desperate to unload when Sam did.

It took about another two minutes of steady thrusting before suddenly Sam started squealing, her legs trembling, her back arching, even though she was pinned to the bed. Fraser gave himself a couple extra strokes and let go himself, firing four thick wads of cum discretely into his tissues.

Then, as Sam continued to tremble in her orgasmic glow the guy withdrew his cock and as he did it spewed forth thick strings of spunk that coated Sam's tummy and breasts. Allowing Sam's ankles to fall from his shoulders, he lowered his body down on top of Sam's smearing his thick cream between their bodies as they kissed.

Fraser silently withdrew. He had had his entertainment, and didn't want to get caught, but his brain was still working overtime, already replaying and desperately trying to recall everything his senses had captured. He felt alive, and to his surprise still very erect. He got himself some fresh tissues and climbed into bed. Perhaps there was more milage from this tonight.

In Sam's room there certainly was. Sam and her lover had kissed and cuddled for ten minutes or so. The slimy fluid smeared between their bodies turning sticky. Sam would normally have been disgusted by this and gone to clean up, but this guy seemed to like it. She had to admit that the strong smell of his essence was acting like an aphrodisiac, and she was getting horny again.

Which was just as well as Blondie had never really softened and squashed between their bodies he was getting ready for round two.

Sam suddenly found herself on top straddling his upper thighs, his cock upright and pressing against her public mound. She looked down at it and whimpered.

"Climb aboard, Honey," came his soft voice, and Sam remembered why she had liked him, and she smiled, "I want to see and feel your fabulous breasts this time," he added, as he cupped them in his big hands and began to massage them.

Sam complied, and grasping his thick shaft she raised herself up and slid the head along her slit. She couldn't believe how wet she was down there, and it had nothing to do with any spunk oozing from her pussy, this was all her own juices.

Once engaged she eased herself down, feeling the familiar fullness from just a little earlier. As she settled on his hips, their public hairs again meeting, Sam ground down, rotating her hips in little circles.

This caused Blondie to gasp, and he squeezed Sam's firm breasts, before grasping her nipples between a couple of fingers. This caused Sam to squeal, then giggle.

Sam raised herself up then dropped back down on the cock, he would last longer this time, but Sam wanted him to fill her pussy and quickly, she loved the feel of spunk shooting into her.

As she bottomed out, she again rotated her hips, causing him to grunt loudly and roughly squeeze her breasts. Had she found his little tender spot? She did it again, raised herself up, then lowered and as she took him all, she rotated her hips. This time he threw his head back and almost roared in pleasure.

Just along the corridor, Fraser couldn't help but hear these new noises, Sam's little squeals and the guy's much more vocal noises. This was round two. What should he do? He hadn't yet managed to bring himself off a second time, this might help, but he'd had his little bit of entertainment, he should leave Sam alone now. That was his decision, he could at least listen.

And things were getting more vocal. Sam, having found his Achilles heel, was still rotating her hips every time she lowered herself on his cock, and Blondie was getting close, she could tell, as he was tensing up every time she did it, willing himself not to cum.

He was repaying her by caressing her tits and teasing her nipples and he had found just the right way to do that too, and Sam felt that familiar welcome tingling sensation beginning to course through her body.

Placing her hands over his on her breasts, not to stop him, but to encourage, she leant down and kissed him. Then she whispered in his ear.

"Cum for me, fill my pussy, please!" and sitting back up, she again raised and lowered her hips over his cock then rotated her hips.

This time he bellowed loudly, and thrust his hips up to meet Sam, almost lifting her off the bed as he exploded. Sam felt his seed splashing against the walls of her pussy as it blasted from his cock and she let herself go too, her pussy beginning to spasm round his shaft, milking his last drops from him.

Sam collapsed down onto his chest, and they pair remained like that for minutes as their breathing slowly calmed down. They rolled over onto their sides, his cock softening slightly, but remaining inside her pussy as they hugged tightly, kissing tenderly.

It was a couple of hours later, possibly about five in the morning and Fraser had risen to go to the bathroom for his usual pee. At this time of the year daylight was already well on its way and the dawn light was creating a shaft of light from Sam's bedroom. And again, sounds of sex were emanating from the room.

This time Fraser could not resist. Quickly, and as quietly as possible, entering the bathroom and emptying his bladder, Fraser tore an extra couple of sheets of toilet paper off the roll and moved towards Sam's door.

Cautiously, he peered round the edge of the door frame towards the mirror to check what was happening before he ventured any further. But he needn't have worried, the orientation of the copulating couple was such that neither had a view of the mirror, and they wouldn't see him if he peeped round the edge of the door.

But the sight that greeted him was just as fucking HOT!

Sam was on her elbows and knees with Blondie kneeling behind her, his flagpole buried deep in her pussy as he gripped her hips and pumped her back and forward on his hard shaft. Little gasps, moans and squeals were escaping from Sam's mouth with each thrust, and he joined her with an excited grunt.

It was so animalistic, so raw, and so sexy. Fraser had his own rock-hard shaft in his hands in seconds, stroking steadily with the same rhythm as Blondie. He could only imagine what Sam's silky-smooth pussy would feel like squeezing his cock. He knew that was never likely to happen, but he could enjoy the sights and his own thoughts.

On the bed, things were moving at a pace. Sam had slipped a hand back through between her legs and Fraser could see her begin to juggle the large balls that hung between Blondie's upper thighs. It brought a rapid response, and his grunts became deeper in tone.

As if in retaliation, Blondie slid one of his hands along Sam's side then slipped it round her ribcage to grasp her breasts and began kneading it firmly. They were both determined to get the other off and quickly.

Fraser wasn't hanging about either, as Blondie speeded up so did Fraser, his hand stroking faster along his length.

But again, Sam beat them both, beginning to whimper, Sam's body then began to convulse as her climax exploded. Blondie had to wrap the hand that had been caressing her boob around her waist to pull her onto his cock so it wouldn't fall out.

However, the pulsing of her pussy, grasping his shaft buried deep inside her was enough to trigger his orgasm, and once again Fraser watched bemused as he pulled his cock from Sam's pussy and shot his spunk up over her bum cheeks and lower back before he collapsed down onto the bed, taking Sam with him so they were spooning tightly, his spunk again getting smeared between their bodies.

Fraser was beginning to have thoughts that this was some sort of fetish, he'd need to ask Sam in the morning, when he suddenly realised he was about shoot his load as well, and only just managed to catch his fluid in the toilet paper.

Back in his room, as he lay on his bed, looking up at the ceiling, he couldn't believe what he had witnessed that night. The first time had been pure luck, but this was almost stage managed. He'd have to speak to Sam about it later.

Sam and her beau hadn't appeared downstairs before he left for work at eight. He hadn't really been surprised. He wasn't really surprised that it was after lunch before Sam appeared at the portacabin, just as well they had no trips booked that day. But he did have to stifle a laugh when she did appear.

She stumbled into the portacabin looking like something that had been dragged through a hedge backwards. She had never been one to be smartly dressed up or turned out, but today everything was asunder. Her hair was all over the place, her clothes looked as if they had just been thrown on, and she still looked as if she was half asleep.

She plonked herself down on a chair and said nothing. Fraser had recently made himself a coffee, and he now made one for Sam, handing it too her.

"A good night, last night?" he enquired.

"And morning," was the mumbled reply, and Fraser couldn't help but laugh.

"Sorry for the mess in the bathroom, I'll clean it up when I get back home," she added, taking a sip of her coffee then grinning at Fraser, as he looked at her mystified.

"He fucked me again in the shower, after you had left, we got some water on the floor," she explained, and Fraser laughed again.

"So, was that four times?" Fraser enquired, just to make sure.

"I don't know, I was hoping you could tell me!" Sam replied, and they both burst out laughing.

This became the new norm, Sam would bring someone home and get fucked, Fraser would watch, then they'd chat about it the next day.

However, it wasn't always normal, not to Fraser anyway.

It took him a little time to get over the shock of finding Sam lying on her bed with another woman between her thighs licking her out. After that when he found Sam eating out a sexy red-heads pussy whilst her husband fucked her from behind, that seemed almost normal. As did the time, he had to creep downstairs and found Sam taking on two cocks on the sofa in the lounge, although Fraser could never sit and watch the TV without getting a hard-on.

During one discussion of the previous nights events, Sam had asked him if he didn't fancy getting a partner of his own. Fraser had joked, asking if Sam wanted to watch him have sex, and they'd both laughed hysterically. But it made Sam think.

The following night Sam had been working late in the pub again, and Fraser had gone to bed reasonably early and refused the temptation to masturbate whilst recalling some of Sam's escapades. Then he had fallen asleep. Then some time later, he had no idea when, he had woken up, to a very enjoyable sensation.

Sam had worked her shift in the pub, but other than a few regulars it had been a quiet night. She too had been thinking about the previous discussion and wondered how Fraser could have a more physical relationship. But she needed something, and pretty quickly.

Getting back home, she knew Fraser was in, his keys were on the table, and he was in bed. Her plan might just work.

Stripping off her jumper, t-shirt and jeans to leave just her sports bra and panties, she quietly crept upstairs, dropping her bundle of clothes on the top step. Then instead of turning left to her room, she turned right towards Fraser's.

His door was closed and listening intently she could hear his quiet steady breathing as he slept. Slowly and carefully, she opened the door, grinning when it didn't creak as Fraser had oiled it, and slid in past it. There was enough light coming in through the curtains to allow her to see the bedroom and she stepped silently over to the end of the bed.

She still had one unknown; how did Fraser sleep? Although she had a pretty good idea that it was t-shirt and boxers as she'd seen him standing in her doorway dressed like that on several occasions. She hoped this was the case, but she would soon find out.

Kneeling, she gently lifted the bottom of the duvet and began to slide up under it, up alongside his legs. She breathed a big sigh of relief, he didn't stir. A second sigh of relief came when she discovered he was only wearing boxers.

With her head now level with his crotch, she gently felt for the opening of his boxers and reached in to ease his weapon out. Regardless of how often she had seen it in his hand as he stroked it, she had not really focused on the size of it, forgetting that his hand was considerably bigger than hers, so she had to stifle a gasp when she felt the weight and size of it in her own hand, even though it was flaccid. Fraser was packing!

Free of its confines, Sam was quick to open her mouth and engulf the glans of his cock, sliding here tongue over the soft flesh. This brought a momentary exhale from Fraser, and Sam paused but got no further response.

Firmly and gently, she grasped his shaft and gently began to stroke him, whilst her tongue still caressed his flesh. He tasted nice. He began to swell rapidly, filing her hand and mouth, far more than she expected, and it was turning her on something crazy.

Fraser's breathing began to shorten, and little gasps were heard, and again Sam briefly paused before continuing. Then he began to undulate his hips in rhythm with Sam's hand on his shaft. Sam was beginning to think this might work.

She continued to pump away with her hand, whilst her tongue bathed the top of his shaft, her tongue teasing the single eye, out of which she hoped his nectar would flow, and gliding around the sensitive ridge, causing his cock to pulse and his hips to twitch.

Suddenly, Sam felt a hand on her head, just as Fraser grunted and shouted out something totally unintelligible. She had no idea if Fraser had woken up or again if it was a purely instinctive subconscious response to the sensations coursing through his crotch.

But she knew she couldn't stop now, she had to finish this and make him cum. It would be too embarrassing otherwise.

The hand remained in place, but didn't try to stop her or force her further onto his cock. So she worked her hand faster.

As she did, Fraser began panting in unison with her movements, now she knew he was close, and she sucked hungrily on the end of his cock as if she could suck his spunk from it.

"Ug! Ah! Ah!" grunted Fraser, as his hips also thrust forward, and Sam felt then tasted his thick creamy fluid as it exploded into her mouth.

"Oh God! Fuck!" cried Fraser, and Sam felt both his hands now on her head, scrambling about as if trying to find out what was going on. She now knew he was awake.

Seconds later, the duvet that she had been hiding under was thrown back and she found herself looking up into Fraser's stunned face, his cock still in her mouth as she drained it of the last few drops of his special liquid.

Lifting her head and releasing here cock she made a big show of swallowing his load then she smiled warmly at him.

"Hope you enjoyed that," Sam asked a bemused Fraser, who was still trying to work out what had happened.

"I certainly did," she continued, licking her lips, then she grinned, "Because it won't be happening again!" and she rose from the bed and wandered through to her own room, picking up her clothes on the way. Her heart was beating madly but with an extremely satisfied feeling.

Curling up under her own duvet she was asleep in minutes, her last thoughts that she would explain it all to Fraser in the morning.