After many years of service Edward's old jeep had finally given up the ghost. He'd had it for twenty-three years and went all over the estate in it. I was pleasantly surprised by his replacement mode of transport. A huge jet black stallion and he was quite magnificent. Edward called him Titan a most fitting name, I thought. We were moving steadily into the Autumn and the multitude of coloured leaves were falling from the trees. It was my favourite time of year.
The decline in my mental health was obvious. I was in trouble and I knew that I needed help urgently but did I really want it? I had created a wonderful world just for myself and I was reluctant to come back to reality. Edward arranged for a shrink to come and see me. He was rather concerned. A car arrived outside the house one Friday morning and out stepped a middle-aged female. I'd just assumed that the shrink was going to be a man.
We went up to my bedroom, I lay on the bed and she sat in a chair close by. What I didn't know was that she was also a qualified hypnotist? Such a weird experience. One minute I was talking to her and what seemed just a few seconds later she was waking me up? I had no idea just how long I was under for? She was a pleasant lady and very easy to talk too.
We agreed that I should have at least four appointments with her to help me overcome my problems. After she left I decided to have a shower and to my surprise, I noticed that my knickers were on back to front? At dinner that evening Edward mentioned that his big sister Pamela and her husband George would be arriving in the morning and staying for a few days. I hadn't seen them for quite a long time.
After lunch, George wanted to go fishing while the siblings caught up with things. He had brought his own fishing tackle. It was a lovely day so I decided to go with him. The lake was on the east side of the estate about half a mile away. He opted for fly fishing and seemed to be quite good at it. I was keen to have a go myself but was not quite sure how to do it.
I think it would be true to say that George almost fell over himself in his haste to show me? He positioned himself in such a way that he was pressed rather firmly against me or to put it another way his stiffening cock was shoved hard against my petite little arse. Dare I take a chance it was obvious that he had hopes and aspirations. I slipped my hand behind my back and got his cock out of his trousers.
He was certainly of good size. Then it happened. He pulled my skimpy knickers down lifted up my dress and shoved his big stiff cock hard up my willing soft rear entrance. George gave me my first bumming and I knew that it was not going to be my last. I had never known anything so delightfully primitive it was almost animalistic the way he fucked my arse.
That night I slipped out of the house and headed over to the woods. I needed to be with my friends. I had perfected a way of reaching an orgasm without teasing and tormenting my clitty with wet fingertips. As I walked along kissing and licking their bark I was inundated with their falling leaves. The wind was freshening from the west and rain was forecast. I was looking for Mr, William a quite young elm tree, I found him after a while he was behind the giant Oak.
He was a shy boy but it was obvious that he was pleased to see me in all my glory? As I caressed his trunk I whispered things to him. Naughty things which soon became depraved and perverted. I silently cursed the fact that he never had a big hard cock. I loved him he was so sweet and innocent. Did he really like the feeling of my tongue licking his bark and my mouth sucking his trunk?