Olive Pt. 04

Olive was my first journey into a period story and I realized from your reaction that she was popular. So here is part 4 in response to demands.

I like writing about her naughty side and adventures as a mature virgin with secret

desires becoming fulfilled and a relationship with a voyeur.

Every one is over 18 although Olive has a keen interest in young men!

I hope you enjoy Olive and her hidden mature sexual discoveries!

Vronni

Reg waited at reception and was joined by the Canon and taken into an austere office and sat looking out at a Victorian brick Primary school and the large empty Catholic church. The school was an inconvenient neighbour to a large demolition site but they had moved onto the site at the end of term and built hoarding taking part of the playground and it's large double gate entry as their entrance.

"The Church was built as a parish church for this Dominican Priory - hence so many confessionals for each of the Dominican priests." The Canon ran the building and the Diocesan offices and had brought in Reg to estimate the demolition of the huge church which was no longer sustainable. Reg had worked for 5 years with the elderly priest and was flattered to be given the biggest place in the diocese to demolish in partnership with his school mate demolition contractor. Reg had attracted 4 reclamation yards with bids for items he photographed and the reclamation removals would be in the first few days. Reg had three apprentices for this job as he had lots of flooring and marble to lift for reclamation. The Diocese had requested certain items to move to other churches but he had found buyers for the wooden confessional boxes once he could remove them from the walls. The profits had soon mounted. The timber gallery at one end was valuable but would need a team to remove safely. The stained glass had seen better days but had found a buyer for churches across the country. Reg was looking at a huge contract and signed it willingly. The sacristy had a a large drawer wooden press used to lay out vestments. He was surprised the Diocese didn't want that for another church and he had cheekily sold it to a local vicar to provide him with "better facilities".

"This is my last job for you Reg before retirement but my successor has a list of churches for demolition particularly in Manchester and Salford. The idea is combine three parishes into one with fewer clergy. The conviction of priests for sex offences and dwindling congregations and donations means the land is more valuable than the buildings on it."

Reg was a pervert but he did no harm. The scandals had done great harm to many abused lives.

" 'Ow did they get away with their crimes for so long Canon? Someone in your church must have known this was going on?

"Sadly you are right. The Bishop sent them on religious retreat to reflect. He was wrong to do so and is no longer in charge. I am embarrassed to have been in a diocese which did nothing to protect so many who were damaged by such sordid predators." He was clearly very embarrassed and blushed deeply. It ended their work together and Reg was happy to see the old man retire to the countryside to live with family and help out in small communities as a relief priest. He'd had to deal with a lot of stress and it showed. He was one of the good clergy Reg had encountered in a diocese riddled with sexual predators.

Reg liked to watch women especially being hidden from sight as they undressed but now he had found Olive. He took possession of the various key sets and with the construction fences in place he took possession of the site. He had three altars to find homes for (not difficult), and a stone pulpit which the apprentices would cut and number pieces for storage at his yard until a buyer took it for reassembly.

Olive was excited. Reg was staying Monday to Saturday for weeks while the site was demolished. She was having a busy day in the shop but managed to close for a loo break and strip naked then slip into stockings and open crotch undies and a peep hole for each of her massive tits. She slipped back into her shop coat. She was longing to bathe and dry Reg and then feed him supper wearing very little and have him naked watching her. She felt the need to climb on his cock and ease some of the thick pole inside her dripping wet cunt. She had worked out an angle to rub her clit and let her come. Reg needed XL condoms and he had bought boxes of 12 over in his Land Rover. Olive was looking forward to sitting on his face and being licked by the stocky voyeur who she needed between her legs to satisfy her lust for him.

Olive had discovered she possessed a lively sex drive and appetite for Reg who would let her ask him for anything. She enjoyed having a strong warm man to play with who was obedient and gentle toward her.

Olive planned to wash his boiler suits each day and line dry them in her laundry which was an updated wash house. She also wanted to worked on those finger nails. She wanted to take him to a mixed session Turkish Bath to help get the dirt and brick dust from his pores. They would have to spend Sundays together in this way. She knew he would like seeing naked woman but she'd make sure he had exhausted his cock so he wouldn't get hard. She was dripping at the thought of so much of his cock pumping and spraying inside her and upon her breasts. Reg adored the size of her breasts. He was gentle in supporting them as they hung down and kissed her hard nipples softly. He was a gentle but powerful man. She dreamed he would be gentle if she let him take her and enter her as he wished. She would need time to stretch herself enough to take his thick shaft deep inside her. His thickness had her excited as her final customers dwindled to the close of business and she cashed up in the wall safe. Her last customer was one of her silk underwear men. Her supplier had delivered a large order that morning and was thrilled to pick up more work from her.

"Business is good Olive!"

"Yes as you can tell the gentlemen like your work and I have a reputation for good quality Macclesfield silk garments made to measure! I think I passed 100 customers last month and there are repeat orders too!"

"We seem to have captured a hidden male market Olive-long may we continue."

Her customer was delighted to see a new catalogue with "new season" ranges.

Olive took him into the booth and measured him. She saw his cock stiffening as she asked if he dressed left or right and made adjustments for him being hard or soft in the silk. She also managed to sell him suspender belts and stockings to match his previous colour choices. This customer group was giving her large profits and she closed shop with his large cash order ready for the bank night safe drop. Reliably the security company van collected from her,

Reg came to the house and let himself in, neatly hanging his steel capped work boots on the boot stand and slipping off his boiler suit on the door mat. Olive appeared and offered him a look between her wide apart legs. He watched her glistening smooth and fragrant slit drip slowly down each leg a a long suspended trail of her excitement. She rolled down his pants as the thick stick of warm flesh needed both her hands to encircle it and lead him to her bathroom.

She gently showered him, lathered him and gently felt his full ball sack. She would empty them in an hour or so but first she needed to cook his steak chips and vegetables. Reg had cleaned away the stone and brick dust from the shower tray.

Reg was lead naked to the dining room and told to support Olive's tits as she admired the thick throbbing leak from the angry red cock head which was jumping in the excitement Reg had. She put one foot against him on the chair the stocking against his thigh and his view of her glistening wide open flaps and twitching cunt lips causing him to groan with excitement and the desire to cum for her. Olive deliberately swayed out of the room and returned later with his food exposing herself again to him.

"We had a cracking start today and I'm allowed to park on their car park."

"Customers have been asking when the demolition starts."

"We have to take out the large fuel oil tank tomorrow. It was drained today. The boilers will need to come up from the basement later. We are lifting stained glass and removing all reclamation this week. The roof tiles are too knackered to be saved so the roof will be stripped next week. There's a lot for the lads to do in six days but the reclamation prices are high and the marble lifting and wood floor reclamation will soon be done. The old altars are easy and we got the confessionals out tonight. Once the roof is off and scaffold down we will see walls down and the heavy demolition will sort out the brickwork. "We've had to write off the organ but we've sold the pipes and reeds to restorers. This is a huge profit job. People want Victorian reclamation. The timber gallery is valuable but a sod to get down. Apparently it hasn't been safe since the War so we can reclaim it but it's not very safe. We got some out today but it's tricky work because of safety. The demolition crew of six will have it out in a few days."

"It's been there all my life Reg. It has fewer people now and with the council demolishing housing there aren't many house owners left. Eventually the council will demolish this property and the neighbouring pub which was an hotel originally. I will have to retire or move. I fancy retiring to Blackpool or Lytham. I've always loved the sea and of course the Pleasure Beach on the South Shore."

"We could retire together chuck. My body gets very tired these days."

"You can only labour hard like that for a few years."

"Yis chuck my days of this business are numbered. The House and yard would sell well and I could afford a cash purchase retirement home in Blackpool. If you like the idea we could share a property."

"I can let you see me every day."

"You could have lots of young men shagging you, I'd love to see that!"

Dinner finished she watched him clear the table and then took him to her bedroom. "No telly tonight for you my lad! Lie on the bed do you need massaging? Are you sore?

"No chuck only my balls are aching."

"They'll need to wait. Do you want to take a look inside my wet cunt?"

Olive had imagined the next few minutes for hours. She sat on his chest legs wide open and he eagerly licked her thighs and dribble away inhaling the sex smell perfume that gave him a full rigid erection.

He soon lapped at her lips opening her wide wings and sucking them clean he pushed into her twitching cunt hole licking the white creamy twitching opening and watching her fully hard twitching clitoris fully out of her hood. She'd been hard since he first glimpsed her.

Olive loved the gentle handling of his large leathery hands under her breasts gently milking her huge tits. She slid her wetness to the shaft of his cock forcing him to rest his rock hard pole on his belly. She slid along the thick cock wanting it inside her. But joyfully he played with her nipples which were rock hard and sticking through the fabric of her peep hole. He unfastened the top and released her quarter cup red bra so he took her full tit support and began milking her. Olive never knew why she had orgasm as he handled her gently but she moaned as he squeezed and supported her and came and came covered in a noisy wet bath of her squelching cunt. Reg let her come a few times then "Time for a condom Olive, ow do you want to take me inside you?"

Olive slipped the condom over him and lay with her back to him and took his thickness inside her hungry sex starved slit. She lifted her leg and tried to slide over the dick head and roll his baggy foreskin down his shaft. She was definitely bigger as he was consumed eagerly as her vaginal walls gripped him and she angled him to hit just against the root of her clitoris. She saw stars as a series of clitoral orgasms hit her. Groaning, panting and guiding the part of his shaft she couldn't take yet Reg was trying hard to edge as she kept squeezing his bell end and moved his foreskin tightly in and out. Olive was ecstatic and just didn't stop. She opened before contracting around him in a shuddering orgasms. Ron felt her sliding down the condom as she snatched at more of his cock. She wanted to stretch to take his thickness as deep as she could. She felt him touching her cervix slipping and stretching her. She could take it and felt his hairy balls against her smooth wide lipped opening, She came. Reg was trying not to as he felt her working his full length inside her. He was still apart from his cock throbbing inside her.

"Is it Ok Olive?"

"Fucking sexy big boy I feel comfortable, stretched wide open" but comfortable as she pushed him back a little then pulled him in again to reach her cervix. It was pleasurable stretched open and filled with his bell end gently coaxing her cervix. She came regularly squeezing and controlling him moving him back to her clitoris then as she came easing him back to fill and stretch her.

Ron was aching to come and as he slid forward he let go moaning and pumping over and over. His pumping gave her enormous orgasms as she was stretched and soaking him. She was still coming as his cock shrank inside her.

"Leave it in there Reg I haven't stopped coming!"

Olive loved her control over the thick cock and muscular hard man. "I want you to look up inside me when i lie on my back. If you get hard again put it in me again and I'll wrap my legs around you."

How could Reg resist the invitation. His cock was thickening as he rolled the condom on. He looked deep inside the wet cave. "You are a big girl now Olive!" She took him and slid him back inside pushing him all the way inside and wrapping her legs around him. She moved him back and forth inside her until she began to come again.

"You saw how students fucked me like this-do you want to try to do it to me. Slowly and gently will make me come!"

For the first time in his life he gently thrust forward and eased back. He enjoyed the movement and slowly fucked her through a long series of her orgasms. She was exciting as she wanted him to go harder and in her comfort with the thick cock she managed to take a good 20 minutes before Reg couldn't hold it any longer and came again. Olive love the pumping hosing come and came with him. She tried to count how many times he spurted inside her but lost count in her own ecstasy.

Eventually they cuddled bare rock hard nipples against his chest both her hands around his cock. "Reg you can do this every night I think I love you certainly your big boy in my hands."

"Olive I love seeing you, smelling you and tasting you. I had never been inside a woman before you."

They slept well naked and in the morning she felt his cock fill and stiffen.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Tonight love best I get Breakfast and on the job. Tonight I'd love to lick you out and give you cock whilst you bend over the bed. Just tell me where to sink my cock in you.

"You might not make it out of the bathroom I felt comfortable with all of this cock up me last night."

Every day Olive felt sexually alive with Reg humping her harder when she asked for it. They slept soundly each night and the old church lost its roof and timber trusses and all the woodwork which could be salvaged. He sent his team over to unload Olive's delivery van to her cellar. By the end of the week when she closed on Saturday lunch time the skyline from her shop window display had changed with the demolition removing stone from the empty window out lines. Reg had managed to get all salvage out and banked a large profit on sales.

Reg had become a well hung stallion during the week and Olive had loved him giving her all the sex she needed.

Reg couldn't quite believe he had a wonderful affectionate and very sexy partner. He started to take Olive to Blackpool on Sundays and they looked at estate agents.

"I need to do these next few churches and then I can sell the business."

"Well the council will make the pub and I an offer because they are planning demolition of the streets and shops along Whit Lane. The council own all the terraced housing and plan to rebuild the area. I can move the mail order business to a council unit if I want to work, but I could do that in Blackpool. I don't think the factories are going to survive so my local customer base will go. I am going to surprise their valuer at the profit this shop makes but I've moved my money into investments rather than relying on council valuation."

So Olive planned a future with Reg either in Bolton or a retirement home in Blackpool or Lytham Saint Annes. Reg suggested she run a mail order lingerie business and employ someone to manage and run the business. He also suggested that he knew quite a few perverts who needed PVC and Leather gear. Olive realized there was profit to be made from men who liked to dress in silk and other "gear".