Revelations

Part I

Kathryn busied herself around the house throughout the morning, she was alone on the property her husband had left two weeks ago on another six week swing up to site. Despite having moved in a few months ago the property was largely unknown to her. Kathryn changed into some gym-wear leggings, crop top and track shoes and set off to traverse the boundaries of their 217 acres. The terrain suited livestock grazing, however both Kathryn and her husband hand no clear plans to make use of the land in this way. The neighbouring farm was a much smaller allotment and was bordered on two sides by their land. Kathryn made her way to the Southern corner of the farm and began her trek, from that starting point she travelled Eastward along the Southern fence line to the furthermost place on the property. The firebreak provided a pathway to follow until she reached the watercourse of the winter stream that ran through their farm, it was early summer, the pools dotted along the creek bed had dried, if you dug down a few feet in the sand beds of the pools water would seep in filling the bottom of the hole. The fence line stretched across the creek to the other bank, the space below the line was filled with a patchwork of rusting weld-mesh. The sun was high in the sky with a gentle warmth to it, enough to cause her to perspire. Making her way across to the other side of the creek bed Kathryn walked up to the top of a low ridge that ran in a Northerly direction curving through the length of their property, running out into a small valley in the upper paddock, the ridge’s features dictating the shape of the stream as it followed it’s baseline.

Once over the lip of the ridge the house was out of view and she was alone surrounded by fields criss-crossed with tree lined boundaries. The fence followed the lay of the land as it undulated, leading Kathryn into the top corner of the Northern paddock, from there Kathryn headed West until she encountered the same creek. Instead of crossing over and continuing along the fence line, Kathryn turned and walked down into the creek bed with the intent to trace it back to the bottom of the farm, the trees that constituted a ‘nature belt’ would provided welcomed shade for the entirety of her return journey. The watercourse over the decades had eaten into the soil of the field, carving out deep channels that Kathryn now picked her way through. In the deeper sections of the creek bed the walls fell down from ground level six feet or more, well above Kathryn’s height, in these pockets micro climates were established, she could feel the noticeable change in the temperature, the refreshing coolness on her skin. A portion of the stream twisted sharply and snaked into the neighbouring property before crossing the fence and returning to their land. The Fence stretched across the creek suspended in the air under it’s own tension, Kathryn was able to walk under and follow the stream. On the other side of the fence line the stream encountered a rocky out crop and had sculptured a channel around a large bolder, it was the deepest portion of the watercourse, washed sand lined the floor of the channel and native Maiden Hair Ferns covered the walls. A hidden oasis cool, green and quiet.

Kathryn lingered in this restful space, happy in the discovery she had made, however this was short lived as the sound of singing intruded upon her meditation. It was at a distance but drawing nearer and becoming clearer to the point where Kathryn was able to identify the melody ‘Bitter Sweet Symphony by The Verve’. Kathryn cautiously walked along the creek bed the sand under foot allowed her to move silently, the floor of the stream rose bringing her eye sight to ground level revealing a small grassed pasture flanked on three sides by two wooded hills and a ridge. Kathryn’s vantage point permitted a view across the field to the first of the trees that formed the baseline of the hill directly opposite her, approximately one hundred feet or more, with the rest of the field continuing some three hundred feet down from the treeline into an open paddock, Kathryn was able to peer through the long stalks of the Braken Ferns that grew along the banks of the stream that provided a thick blanket of fronds to hide under. Carefully razing her head she was able to view a young man making his way to one of the trees opposite her, under it’s shade he paused delving into a bag he carried retrieved a bottle of Coke took a few sips before returning it to the bag. The young man lifted his hat and pulled the earphones down around his neck, over his shoulder hung a beach towel with bright red leaf patterns against a pink background. He sat down against the trunk of the tree unlaced his boots removing them along with his socks, rummaging in the bag he withdrew a cassette album and exchanged it with the other cassette in his Walkman. Picking up his hat and walked out from under the canopy of the trees part way into the field, spreading the beach towel over the grass setting down the hat and Walkman. Standing he surveyed the surroundings, Kathryn froze as his gaze passed over the creek and down to the bottom of the field. Remaining motionless Kathryn observed the young man standing in the field his face razed to the sun eyes closed no more than fifty feet from her. Kathryn became conscious of her breathing, slowing it down and at times holding it fearing it would reveal her location. The young man, finished with his Benediction to the Sun began to disrobe, first pulling his T-Shirt over his head and then releasing the button to his shorts before removing them along with his underwear. Kathryn stood transfix at what she was witnessing. The young man rolled up his shorts and folded them inside the T-Shirt fashioning a makeshift pillow, picked up the Walkman positioned the headphones and pressed play. Crouching at the foot of the beach towel he fell forward on to his stomach stretching out under the sun. Kathryn’s position gave her an angled view of the now nude sunbathing young man, she could see his shoulders down over his back to his buttocks, clearly making out the curves that formed the cleft running down the centre to his legs. He must be the neighbour’s son she thought, twenty something she couldn’t remember his name from when she first met with his parents Lisa and David after arriving on the property.

He was tall six feet with a well proportioned frame, long balanced arms and legs, he had lost any puppy fat he may have had. The anatomy of his physique underscored strength but it did not have the hardness of manhood yet, he still retained the softness of boyhood, he wasn’t sporting a six pack or bulging biceps he was lean and shapely, pleasing to Kathryn’s eye. Hidden from his view Kathryn continued her watch, he regularly re-positioned himself during the time her eyes were fixed upon him. Ten or twelve minutes had elapsed and movement from the young man focused Kathryn’s attention, he rolled over to face the sun, adjusted the earphones laid back grabbed the hat to cover his face and made himself comfortable, lifting his arms to rest above his head. Kathryn’s attention was solely upon the young man as there was now much more to please her eye, his arms stretching out above his head only accentuated the unity in his proportions. A single unbroken line could be drawn from his hands high above down along his arms, over his chest into his abdomen, astride his hips running the flanks of his thighs to his ankles. A wonderful symmetry, there were no parts of his body that abruptly stopped or started, nothing awkwardly pushed together, one lovely feature blending seamlessly into another, his body had not been corrupted by time or hardship, it possessed a clean simple quality and it was at this point that Kathryn became aware of how pleased she was.

Kathryn’s eye fell upon the young man, lingering upon his chest noting the wisps of hair hidden in the hollows of his armpits and the matching tufts nested in his groin, her eye wandered over his body and as it did so she accumulated little pleasures along the way. More movement caught Kathryn’s eye, this time it was the young man’s sex that had begun to grow, it had enlarged but still hung down between his legs. Slowly it made it’s appearance dragging itself up the inside of his leg, creeping over the top of his thigh before coming to rest on his lower abdomen. The young man remained motionless, the sun streaming down warming the length of his penis as if in preparation for it’s next stage. Kathryn became conscious of her racing heart beat as she stood captivated by the seen unfolding before her, the head of his penis started to climb into the air, it’s dimensions expanding as the pressure within it increased. It reached full height incorporating a seductive curve that elegantly blended it’s features casting a defined shadow across his hips, there was a sturdiness to it he was by no means huge or large, he was by Kathryn’s estimation suitable, very suitable.

Kathryn was quite unprepared for what occurred next. The young man tilted his hat up and shifted his head to inspect his erection, lowering his arms he brought his hands to rest on his hips. Moving them over his abdomen guiding his fingers either side of his erect penis, he gently grasped his two testicles and tenderly rolled them within their jackets, with each caress his penis flexed, his foreskin wrestling to contain the glistening head of his cock. Kathryn watched mesmerised as the fingers of his right hand walked their way up the shaft to clasp around the head, as he drew his hand down the head of his penis miraculously appeared, the muscles throughout his body tensing angling his hips forcing his cock into his hand. Keeping his right hand in place around the base of his cock, he brought the other hand to his lips and wet the palm, then cupped the head, squeezing it with his fingers while twisting his wrist, concentrating all of the hand’s movement to the head of his penis. Kathryn was unable to avert her gaze and as the minutes passed she sensed the young man was approaching his inevitable outcome. The young man’s actions adopted an air of urgency, his hips rhythmically rising in time with his fist’s actions on the head of his cock. Reaching crisis point his orgasm sprayed from the tip of his cock, his seamen leaping into the air splashing over his torso and spilling on the towel. Kathryn counted five powerful jets of cum before subsiding into a pulsing stream. As his orgasm abated the young man collapsed back onto the towel, he lay still in the aftermath of his climax, his cock had lost it’s rigidity however remained impressively engorged laying flat against his stomach. Kathryn could see the thick white splashes of his cum against his tanned skin. The young man rested in the sun for the next several minutes, eventually sitting up right, gathering his cloths, hat and Walkman in one hand with the other he pinched the a corner of the towel shook the grass from it, wiped the cum firstly from his penis and then from his abdomen and torso. Walking back to the tree he place the Walkman into the bag and finish what was left in the bottle of Coke, he stepped into his underwear and shorts, slipped his T-Shirt back on and laced his boots up. Slinging the towel over his shoulder he started to walk down the field on his way back home.

Kathryn waited for several minutes after the young man had disappeared, she walked along the creek bed until she was able to climb up the bank and onto the field, she made her way to the spot where the young man had been sunbathing.

“Fuck Me That’s Not Something You See Every Day”, commented Kathryn to herself.

Kathryn’s heart was still racing she had never seen or imagined anything like this, she’d never been overly interested in voyeurism, she much preferred to be a participant than a spectator, however this experience had aroused an appetite, she discovered an intense intimacy in witnessing the act. Kathryn walked down the field to where the stream re-entered her property, climbed though the fence and made her way back to the farm house.

Sitting in her kitchen Kathryn poured a large glass of wine as she processed what she had seen. The intimacy generated through the act of voyeurism carried a powerful eroticism and she had little doubt that it’s dynamic rested in the innocence and ignorance of the performer and the power of the voyeur. Kathryn had explored her sexuality over the course of her forty two years, experimenting with both sexes, she had never strayed too far from her peers, she was happy to stay within her own age set, certainly when it came to men. Kathryn did derived delight from the bodies of women, her biggest age gap with one of her lovers was 14 years her senior. Younger men had no appeal for Kathryn, however the beauty and softness of this boy delighted her and incited her desires, she was unable to drive these thoughts from her mind. Kathryn replayed the vision from her memories, the first time he revealed himself and the revelation of the form and beauty in his nakedness, the sheer delight of his soft gentle body. As she sat at the kitchen counter reliving the delight of that seen, her heart racing again with desire. After finishing the glass of wine Kathryn went to the laundry collected an arm full of fresh towels, hung them in her en-suite bathroom ran the shower, undressing she had discovered her dampness had penetrated through the lining of her underwear and stained the crouch of her leggings. Reaching down between her legs she discovered she was well beyond the point of being damp, her fingers touched her lips, they were opulent, rich and plump her finger tips sliding effortlessly through their folds, immediately igniting a fire.

Kathryn stood five feet one inch tall, she was heavy set carrying her weight through her hips, her backside was luxuriously shaped curving out into thick thighs, her breasts were large their volume contained within two gloriously full round spheres, when constrained by lingerie they created an illustrious bust line. Even though they were weighted when left unsupported their pendulous proportions enhanced her figure, they moved with sensual grace eliciting desire in men and women. Kathryn returned her gaze from the mirror in the en-suite, she closed her eyes and recalled the memory of the young boy her fingers finding their way through the folds of her lips triggering the first wave of visceral pleasure. Opening her eyes and looking into the mirror she now moved closer to the vanity supporting her stance with one hand resting on the counter surface, the other firmly between her legs, her nipples erupting in large hard nubs, her breasts swinging in unison with the actions of her hand as they matched the tempo of her fingers. Shifting her stance to rest her hip against the vanity Kathryn again closed her eyes, cupping her breast and squeezing firmly it’s volume exceeding her hand’s capacity with the excess of her soft creamy bosom spilling over the rim of her finger tips. Reapplying her hold she reached up over the curve of her breast Kathryn plucked at her nipple, pinching it hard lifting it, suspending the breast in the air, the tissue in her nipple and areola distorting and stretching like pulled toffee. Upon pulling on her nipple Kathryn felt her pelvic muscles contract, followed by a deep intense spasm in her vagina, wetness washed down over her fingers. Kathryn released the grip, her breast swinging down onto her chest with the nipple snapping back into place. Kathryn opened her eyes looking into the mirror as she reached her climax igniting her clitoris, burrowing her fingers deeper dispersed her orgasm throughout her body, a cry of ecstasy escaping from her. There was something thrilling in viewing her body indulging in pleasure, the unsightliness of her desperation and the obsession of her actions, were circumvented by the gratification in her reward. Kathryn’s fingers slowed finally resting, filling the space within her vagina, likewise Kathryn’s breathing slowed returning to normal. Walking over to the shower she leaned in and turned it off.

There was still a residual hunger within her, an elusive fragment that denied her satisfaction. Kathryn opened the draw and retrieved the vibrator, it was wrapped in a silk drawstring satchel, she stretched out on the bed and unwrapped it. The vibrator was Royal Doulton Blue, with a long curved shaft and a flared tip. Turning it on Kathryn opened her legs wide, used one hand to pull the flesh surrounding her vagina tight and slid the head of the vibrator in, pressing down hard over her clitoris. There was determination in Kathryn’s focus, closing her eyes visualising the young boys cock it’s size and shape. Imagining the feel of it in her hands, remembering the thickness of it’s base and the wonderful curve to it’s form. Kathryn envisioned the head of his cock, how full it looked and now she imagined it fitting in her mouth, her tongue exploring it’s contours. Kathryn fantasised about biting into it and releasing the fruit hidden inside, feeling it swell with the first appetising stream of seamen flooding her mouth and the exquisite texture and taste of his cum.

Kathryn’s climax had an energy to it, forcing the air from her lungs in a shrill cry of release as she strained against it’s ferocity, her cunt contracted wildly enslaved to the dictates of her orgasm. Stiff legged and with the vibrator securely in place another wave of ecstasy crashed through her body, a third wave broke, drowning Kathryn in rapture and snatching the scream from her throat. Kathryn turned off the vibrator but drove it further down filling her cunt with it before falling back onto the bed to catch her breath. “Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me”, and taking in a deep breath a final “Fuck Me”.

Beads of sweat had begun to trickle down from under Kathryn’s breasts in rivulets and the warm glow of perspiration covered her thighs and tummy, she could feel the wetness at the base of her back and in the cleft where the cheeks of her ass touched. Kathryn’s vagina still had a snug grip on the vibrator and she carefully removed it, as it slid out it sparked some further need of fantasy that still remained. Kathryn imagined the young boy’s cock entering her it’s flared head parting her lips, the delicate encouragement her vagina would need to accommodate it’s curve and the remarkable sensation on having his cum fill her cunt. Kathryn had returned the vibrator to her vagina in long strokes sliding, out and up to linger on her clitoris before re-entering into the tight opening of her cunt. Kathryn’s third orgasm required little prompting, it escalated quickly fuelled by Kathryn breathlessly fucking herself with the vibrator. The resulting energetic self-pleasuring caused a chain reaction of movement within Kathryn’s breasts. A deep tidal surge flowed through them, her magnificent bosoms carried the energy of her actions, displacing their mass in a seductive erotic waltz. Kathryn’s suggestive nipples and their areolas adrift on a sea of sumptuous flesh, choreographed in unison tracing elliptical patterns keeping in time with her thrusting. The anatomy and volume contained within their dimensions gave Kathryn’s breasts a distinctive physicality, the embodiment of seductiveness and temptation. Kathryn’s climax did not have the same ferocity as her previous orgasms, however it did offer release. Throwing her head back and arching upon the bed with thighs closed in on one another, grinding the vibrator down into her cunt Kathryn wailed through clenched teeth as a wave of pleasure enveloped her.

Once Kathryn had recovered from the exhaustion of her activities, she rolled out of bed noting the large patch of moisture staining the doona cover. Walking back into the ensuite she started the shower adjusted it and stepped under the water. After finishing her shower and changing the covers on the bed. Kathryn poured another glass of wine from the bottle she opened earlier, made herself comfortable on the couch and took a long sip of the wine. Shifting her weight Kathryn searched for a spot to relax into, her cunt ached not so much from the fucking she gave it earlier, the ache represented a sleeping hunger, a need that sitting on a dildo for the day or two would not satisfy. The boy next door had become the focus of her desire, Kathryn stood and walked to the kitchen looking through the window out across the paddock to the neighbours house block where the young man lived, she remained fixed in her gaze before whispering to herself “Fuck Me”.

In the evening Kathryn was struggling to settle herself despite finishing the bottle of wine she started that afternoon, she was unable to remain still for more than a few minutes, she was restless and the events of the afternoon dominated her thoughts. Kathryn walked over to the phone stand picked up the phone, uncoiled the cord and brought it to the coffee table. Sitting down onto the couch she dialled the number, she could hear the phone ringing on the other end and the familiar STD beeps sounding when Jessica answered.

“Hi Sweetheart are You still Missing Me”.

Kathryn replied “Of coarse I am”.

Jessica was Kathryn’s closest friend, they had known each other for the past seven years. They started their friendship in Melbourne and were inseparable, they were always getting into trouble pushing the boundaries both with their families and sometimes with the law. Jessica was six years older than Kathryn, they had similar backgrounds, sharing similar interests and sharing a bed on a regular basis, despite their respective marriages. Jessica was someone Kathryn could rely on to support her, someone who could fulfill certain needs and not be saddled with jealousy or spite.

“Are You Board Yet”.

“Not Any More I Can Tell You”.

“Why What’s happened”?

“You Wouldn’t Believe Me”.

Kathryn described the events of the afternoon to Jessica the beautiful young man she found wandering the fields and what took place and how she has been unable to think of anything else.

Kathryn relayed her restlessness and how she fucked herself three times that afternoon in an attempt to remedy it.

“Fuck Me”, was Jessica’s response.

“You Need to Fuck this Boy”.

“It’s not that simple”, Kathryn said.

“Well then you can fuck me instead”, Jessica professed.

“It’s not that simple either”, Kathryn replied.

“Well it was simple enough last week when you phoned me”.

“I’m board Jessica”.

“I miss you Jessica”.

“I’m horny Jessica”.

“Talk dirty to me Jessica”.

Kathryn and her husband shared the house but not a bed. There was no intimacy between them only routine. Kathryn had sort of a ‘Man Friday’ tucked away for occupations, but the work involved in moving to the farm made any liaison impossible and exhausting. It had been over three months since she lay beside a naked body and felt the delicate touch form a lover. The last lover to bring her comfort was Jessica, it had been a tender and compassionate union, a slow and confidential exploration of each others bodies that fused their sensual and emotional desires together.

Kathryn was silent ruminating over her desires, she couldn’t escape the intrusive carnal thoughts for this young man, an appetite had taken hold in her and the craving was unrelenting, talking about him was certainly not helping. The hunger ached in her driving the unrest, the gluttony of her excess in the afternoon had done little to satisfy her yearning or relieve the excitability between her thighs. Kathryn was becoming increasingly frustrated over her thwarted attempts to satisfy her body’s prurient longings.

“Kathryn”.

“When was the last time you had a hard cock in your hand or a hard cock filling your pussy”?

“Kathryn”?

“Shut Up”.

“Kathryn I love you and no one can replace what you give to me sweetheart, but form time to time I Need DICK. That’s why I keep my husband around”.

“And you clearly Need DICK”.

“Young, Lean, Beautiful, Uncomplicated, Big Dick, as much of it as you can get”.

“And if he tries to fall in love with you give him a good strong slap and fuck him some more. He’s young he’ll get over it”.

“Kathryn are you still there”?

“Yes”.

“So tell me more about him. You’ve told me what he did, but tell me about him”, begged Jessica.

Kathryn began.

“He’s twenty or so”.

“Lives with his parents”.

“Works at the local mine site”.

“Is the oldest of three brothers”.

“He has a beautiful body lean and long, it’s not muscular, but he’s strong and he’s tall”.

“The curves on him are soft, they flow and blend in a delightful way, he has a boy’s body but with a burgeoning physique that is still clean and simple, he’s very pleasing to the eye”.

“He has tanned skin, his arms and legs are darker but the rest of his skin is a lovely tan colour”.

“He has an oval face with a sharp a nose and a strong jaw line. He’s not ugly”.

“Good I’m happy he is not hideous”, added Jessica.

“Tell me about his cock”, Jessica demanded.

“It’s lovely, it’s about six inches long with a wonderful curve to the left”.

“When it’s hard it looks strong, unyielding with a thick girth for it’s base”.

“It has a delicious head, with a defined ridge and sleek pointed features”.

“It’s something you could lazily spend your day playing with”.

“It looks purposeful”.

“And what purpose are you thinking of”? Quipped Jessica.

“Tell me more. You know how he Wanked”.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off him, it is the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed”.

“Watching him I felt flushed, blushing”.

“My heart was racing a mile a minute, afraid he would discover me”.

“It wasn’t until I returned home and stepped out of my cloths for a shower that I realised how wet I had become”.

“I wish I had been there”, Jessica confessed.

“No”.

“You would have spoiled it by making too much noise and he’d come looking for us”.

“So a beautiful naked young boy, sporting a magnificent erection chasing us through the fields would spoil the afternoon for you”? Jessica blurted out over the phone.

“Yes and No”, said Kathryn.

“This was not something to share”.

“This was private”.

“Private for him or for you Kathryn”!

“Private for Me”.

“You selfish bitch, we’ve shared in the past”.

“This is different”.

“So Tell Me how did he Pleasure Himself”, demanded Jessica.

“He started with playing with his balls, he was rolling them between his fingers, each time he took one in his hands his cock would flex waving it’s head in the sun”.

“He exposed the head as if allowing the sun to warm it”.

“He must have collected a lot of pre-cum under his foreskin, because when he pulled it back his head glistened like a wet plumb”.

“He put is fingers to work on his head and they remained there until he came”.

“So he’s a squeezer not a stroker. How long did it take for him to cum”?

“He took about four to five minutes”.

“His orgasm took hold of him and he fired four or five strong jets of cum into the air”.

“More then enough to keep you entertained”.

“And were you entertained Kathryn”?

“Yes I was entertained, very much entertained”.

“Sounds like your in Lust, and you need to fuck this boy”.

“Shit sounds like I need to fuck this boy to”.

“Why don’t you run over and knock on his bedroom window, take him out into the field and ravage him”.

“Sounds like you could do with a good ravaging”.

“Fuck off you bitch”.

“Kathryn”?

Through suppressed giggles and laughter Jessica repeated her earlier jive at Kathryn.

“I’m board Kathryn”.

“I miss you Kathryn”.

“I’m horny Kathryn”.

“Talk dirty to me Kathryn”.

“Seriously I’m jealous”.

“Honesty from what you’ve described, I’m horny just thinking about him”.

“Simon will not be home until midnight, he’s dining with corporate clients”.

“I’m home alone and your home alone”.

“Sweetheart can I entice you into some play”?

Kathryn was quiet for a time before replying.

“I need another drink and lets do this properly, I’ll call you back in twenty minutes”.

Jessica responded

“I’ll do the same”.

End of Part I