Peeping Country Retreat part 3 (MFfff) [voy] [exh] [tease]

Tom woke with a pain in his forehead, lying naked on the floor.

*Is this real? How long have I been here? What time is it?*

He heard high-heeled footsteps approaching. He looked for his clothes, seeing nothing immediately around him but his baseball cap, he held it over his crotch.

Helena knocked gently on his half open door. She peered in at him standing naked with a cap covering his manhood. He noticed she had on solid white lipstick. The sight of her made his dick twitch, especially after Ruby started him up before leaving him dry.

“Good to see you awake. Breakfast in a few, then Veronika will drive you over to the cottage.” She pushed the door open and stepped in. “Did you sleep well? I know this was not what you had paid for, but I hope you can forgive us.”

She wore a white cotton shirt, open at the sides and long enough to cover her hips. He could see the impression of her nipples under the white shirt. It was wide enough to cover her nipples, but her breasts still hung prominently out the sides. He watched her jiggle with each step in the room. The shirt hung loose on her torso as it poured over her ample breasts and down around her round hips. The sides were cut upwards from the bottom, only connected right at her hips. He could see a good deal of her hips and upper thighs. The shirt looked as though one wrong move from Helena and the whole thing would tear to shreds. She wore thin, white high heeled sandals with white pom-poms on the toes. He licked his lips. He let go of his hat, but it sat perched on his erection.

“Oh sorry, I should let you get dressed,” she said, playfully putting her hands on her hips and turning from him and moved back to the door.

“I think you have been kind with your accommodating me here for the night, Mistress Helena, thank you,” he said, rummaging through his backpack and finding a pair of shorts and a shirt.

“Please, just Helena. Come join us for breakfast?” She exited the room, her round ass bouncing under her sheer white gown.

Carrying his backpack, he quickly followed her, enchanted by her thick, round ass.

“What time is it?” he asked walking behind her.

“After eight. Veronika should be here with the truck in a minute. Until then, eat breakfast with me, please?” Helena said as she swaggered down the hall.

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The aroma of breakfast led Tom to the kitchen. Ruby had prepared grapefruit, bagel with salmon and cream cheese and canteloupe as she cooked sausage and eggs. Helena poured a glass of orange juice for herself and Tom, offering it to him. He took it and swallowed half of it in one gulp.

He stared at the two smoldering, basically naked vixens as they danced about the room. Helena opened the blinds and peered out the windows as Ruby prepared food. Ruby wore a bright red body stocking, tall red high heel shoes and wore her long, straight red hair in a tight bun on the top of her head.

He drink his orange juice and stood behind Helena as she opened each window and looked out at the wooded hills surrounding the manor. He stood behind her and carefully examined her delicious curves bouncing under her thin clothing. His cock started to twitch and ache.

After he almost had his fill looking at Helena, Natasha walked in wearing a fishnet bikini, black high heels and a thin, gold belly chain. The fishnets were too wide and thin to hide anything, but it did make her look delicious, with her perky, torpedo tits mashing against the fishnet. The bikini looked extremely tight on her already curvaceous figure, but something seemed different.

*Her tits look a size larger… maybe its just the bikini* he thought as he looked at her lustfully.

The sight of these women made him feel dizzy, like his head spun.

Natasha walked up behind Ruby and gave her ass a pinch. Ruby squealed and spun around to face Natasha. Natasha laughed and kissed Ruby on the lips. Ruby kissed her back, inserting her tongue into Natasha’s mouth. They both sighed as Ruby turned back to the food.

“You are looking a bit more modest than usual,” Helena said looking at Natasha approach her.

“I felt compelled,” Natasha smirked, her hands on her hips.

Natasha then stood next to Helena at the window, and Helena turned around to greet her with an aggressive kiss on the mouth. Natasha ran a hand in the side of her shirt, under her breasts, then gave one a heavy grope, making Helena yip. She playfully slapped Natasha’s hand out of her shirt. As she withdrew her arm, she yanked Helena’s shirt to the side freeing her breasts from behind the thin cotton shirt, tearing it along the left side with an audible rip. Helena gasped. Tom saw her bare pussy for an instant, before Helena grabbed her shirt, covered herself and took the torn sides and tied them in a small knot at the base. It proved too tight to fit around her hips easily as she struggled to pull it down. She fought with it, giving Tom flashes of her naked body.

“Oooops… Sorry, Mom,” Natasha said, holding one hand up to her mouth, a devilish look splashed across her face as she looked at Tom.

Natasha sat down at the kitchen table, and Tom sat next to her, followed by Helena, who gave up adjusting her shirt-dress and then sitting on the other side of Tom. This gave him an immediate view in her shirt and at her exposed hip cleavage.

“So, any plans today?” Helena said to Tom. He looked up at her smiling face.

“Get to the cabin and go for a hike?” Tom said, shrugging.

“Oooh, that sounds good,” Helena said, twirling a finger through her thick sandy blonde hair.

“I don’t expect my friend until at least tomorrow afternoon. Will you point him to the cabin when he gets here?”

“Definitely, can do,” Helena replied. She grabbed her chair with both hands and scooted it forward a few more inches, her tits bouncing as she shuffled.

“What will you all do today, may I ask?” Tom said to both Helena and Natasha.

“Anything, Tasha, sweetness?” Helena said.

“Swimming in the pool, but a walk sounds good, too.”

“I am definitely going out to the pool today. It should be hot…” Helena said. “By the way, since you are our guest you may freely use the outside grounds as you like. You may have rented the cottage, but you also get the pool and gardens. One of the perks!” She said with a wink to Tom.

Ruby served four plates to the table, sitting herself across from Helena and Tom, and they began eating. Tom watched Natasha put a fried egg on toast and sink her teeth into the yolk. It spilled out, dribbling down her chin, drops splashing in her cleavage. She eyed him as she took another bite, more yolk spilling across her chest.

“How many visitors do you get here, Helena?” Tom asked. He started eating his toast, dipping it in his egg yolk.

“I screen each one myself. You chatted with me online, actually. Here at Eshtar Manor we only accept guests we would want to see come again and again.” Helena spoke with a wry smile, squinting at Tom.

He finished his eggs and toast, drank his remaining orange juice and thanked Ruby for the meal and Helena for her hospitality again. Ruby stood and cleared the table. Helena and Natasha remained seated.

“If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to come knocking,” Helena placed a hand on his thigh. “Maybe we can expect you in the pool with us today?”

Before Tom could answer, a short bronze-skinned brunette walked in the kitchen wearing Converse tennis shoes over thigh high white socks, cut-off jean shorts and a tiny white tank top hugging her round breasts. Under the tight white shirt he could see the impression of her pierced nipples. The shirt left her stomach exposed where he saw a short chain hung from her pierced navel. Her straight dark brown hair pulled back over her ears in a clumsy ponytail.

“Good morning, Mistress Helena. Here to give rides to a guest in need?” Veronika said.

“Veronika! This is Tom. Tom, Veronika. Please see him to the cottage and make sure he gets settled,” Helena said as she stood and approached the short brunette. “Tom, please leave your car at the carriage house. You two have fun!”

Helena planted her white lips on Veronika’s round cheek giving her a quick smooch. She swatted Veronika’s butt and walked out of the room.

“Ruby, I am going to the pool… whenever you finish in here,” Helena said as she motioned to Ruby. Ruby smiled at Helena and scampered out of the kitchen with the tall, curvy blonde.

Natasha stood from the table and embraced Veronika. Tom stared, his mind racing, at Veronika’s eyes and smile growing wider and wider as Natasha whispered in her ear. Natasha turned back to Tom resting her elbow on Veronika’s shoulder. She threw back her shoulders and puffed out her chest, her big tits pushing against Veronika’s face. Veronika turned her face into Natasha’s cleavage and picked at the dried yolk on her chest.

“So would you call this conservative?” Natasha said smirking. He stood and approached the two with a grin on his face and a hand on his chin.

“Maybe a bit,” Tom said. Helena’s mouth hung open half smiling, half scowling.

In a huff, Natasha moved to the fridge and poured herself another glass of juice and walked to the door.

“I am headed to the pool. See you later?” Natasha said looking at both Tom and Veronika as she left the room. Veronika trailed behind her.

“Can I drive you over?” Veronika said to Tom.

“After you boss!” He replied. She turned and headed to the front entrance. Tom found her walking in her very short shorts fun to watch.

*** ***

Tom left his keys on his dashboard after parking his car under a large carport. He had finished putting his supplies and belongings in the silver truck with Veronika waiting at the wheel.

As he finally approached the car she honked and yelled out.

“Come on! Move your ass!”

He moved into the passenger seat quickly and saw her laughing and shaking her head.

They continued to the edge of the paved road and down a dirt path. The truck bounced gently here and there, occasionally hitting a big bump, as her tits jiggled and danced in her shirt. He continued watching her, completely withou care of her seeing him look before she pointed out the front window. The truck approached a small stone cottage perched on a small hill almost two miles from the main house. It had a red ceramic tiled roof. A covered porch wrapped around the house, while trees surrounded it on all sides. He could see the stream down the hill from the house just a few hundred feet. The house had a sizable garden loaded with flowers and bushes, even some lemon trees.

“Hear we are… Your palace, m’lord! Would you be needing any help carrying anything?”

“I think I can manage,” Tom said. He handed her the key Natasha had given him earlier. “Could you please open the door for me?”

“Okey-dokey, slick.” She hopped out of the truck and made her way to the front door, key in hand. He started unloading his fishing rods and cooler, placing them on the porch, grabbed his luggage and joined Veronika in the house. He dropped his bag inside the door and looked around the house. Old photographs and animal skins decorated the interior.

“Time for a watering,” Veronika said as she returned outside. He followed her, grabbed his cooler and took it inside. He found the kitchen next to the entry and saw a short hallway with four doors. After dropping his cooler on tiled floor of the kitchen and grabbing himself a beer from his still cold ice-chest, he looked in each of the rooms. He found a bathroom and three elaborately decorated bedrooms, each with their own color scheme: blue, green and yellow. He returned outside to say farewell to Veronika and found her watering the plants with a hose.

*This should be fun*

He sat down on a bench on the porch and eyed her, nursing his beer. She sprayed all the plant on one side then made her way past him, carrying the gushing hose and started on the other side before watering the plants directly in front of the house. She made her way on the porch and soaked the potted plants. He continued drinking his beer and watching her. She sprayed him a little with hose. He stood gasping in surprise.

She looked at him with a grin, looking somewhat shocked at herself. He dashed to her as she sprayed him again. She squealed as he tried to snatch the hose from her hands, and she turned her back to him to keep away the hose from his grip. Grabbing her by the wrists from behind, he overpowered her and pointed the hose up towards her as it soaked them both. She screamed and squirmed, letting it drop to the ground.

Her whole body shivered and shook. She was completely soaked, and the water made her shirt transparent, giving him more to ogle. Her body bristled slightly as goosebumps covered her skin and pushed her pierced nipples out conspicuously.

“WHY? I am soaked now! What am I going to do?” She stood frozen with her arms outstretched. “At least get a girl a drink first!”

“Sure. Beer alright? It is all I have.”

“Fine.” She sat on the wooden bench beside the door.

He retrieved a beer for her and another for himself. Returning to the porch with two beers in hand he found her sitting on the bench pouting. After waving the can in front of her, she smiled and giggled. Taking the can from his hand, she opened the top and swallowed a few mouthfuls of beer.

“What should I do? You soaked me! You are such a naughty boy…”

“You could just get naked….” He said as she raised an eyebrow. “And… lay your clothes out to dry.”

“Hmmn,” she sighed and stood up, turned around and bent down to untie her laces. He sat on the bench and watched her as his dick hardened. She placed her can of beer next to him and rested a hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she kicked off her shoes. Then she pulled the spaghetti straps of her tank top down over her shoulders and pulled it down over her waist. Her round, pierced tits bouncing an inch from his face. Her breasts had a small silver barbell running through each nipple. He undid her shorts’ button and zipper and pulled the denim cutoffs over her hips. She had a small patch of buzzed pubic hair.

“Can you get my socks for me?” She said as she picked up her beer and swigged it.

“Yes indeed.” He started pulling one down slowly all the way to her foot as she lifted it toward him. As he removed the next sock she lifted her leg and placed it over his knee, then the other standing naked before him and sat down in his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. He could feel his hard cock straining against his pants as it pushed into her sex.

“Hi. Thanks for the great idea,” her full lips smiling a few inches away from his face. Setting down his beer he reach around with both arms and grabbed hold of her smooth, round ass. She gasped with a grin and writhed in his embrace as one of his hands made its way to the crack of her ass and explored it. Finally he had had enough and fumbled with his shorts, unzipping them and jerking them out of the way. His erect member sprang from his underwear into her warm, wet pussy. She bit her lip and started gyrating in his lap. After a few pumps, she grabbed hold of his neck and threw her head back, continuing to bounce in his lap. He placed his thumb in her open mouth, and she sucked it passionately before he removed it and shoved it in her ass. She gasped and began grinding harder, screaming out. Her body tensed as she smothered his face with her breasts. She leaned back, placing a hand on his knee and shifting her weight. Leaning forward he sucked a pierced nipple, playing with her piercing with his tongue as she slowed down her pace. When she stopped and began catching her breath, he picked her up with one hand holding her butt cheek, and the other with a thumb up her butt and swung her on to the bench. Putting his weight on her , he sank himself back in her wet warmth and kept pumping. Her screams drove him harder and faster until he felt a tingling in his balls.

“Ooh, I am going to cum,” he said. “Where should I cum?”

She grabbed his ass and pushed him deeper, and he shot his hot sticky load inside her wet pussy. Grabbing both her nipples by the small silver barbells he pumped rope after rope into her as she hummed and moaned with delight. After filling her, he stumbled backwards, breathing heavily.

“Easy, big boy,” she said, reaching out her hand. Grabbing hold of her, she guided him to sit on the bench. When he dropped himself on the bench, she stood and picked up her clothes. Handing him an empty can, she winked and walked to the truck and got behind the wheel.

“I hope you enjoy your stay! Do not hesitate to come to the big house for anything you need,” she said as she turned the ignition. His hand felt heavy as he waved goodbye, watching the truck drive down the dirt road. After putting on his shorts and standing, a head rush sent him staggering for a moment. He steadied himself and set out to walk around the property as a horrible and wonderful idea popped in his head.

*Let’s see what all those sex-kittens are doing.*

From his porch he could see the roof and surroundings of the big house, and he set out in its direction, hoping to sneak up to the pool unnoticed.

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*** End Part 3/ Continued Part 4 ***

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