(Part 01)
Molly Curtis was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she had a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits.
Also on the staff at the Churchill was another blond nurse, more timid and less popular, who was her on/off girlfriend Samantha Elliott, who was a slightly plumper version of her lover.
When they first met, Sam thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was different, she didn’t fall in love, she never had, for Molly it was all about the sex.
The other difference between them was that Sam was a lesbian, a woman only lesbian, she only went that way, she had never had a man, she had never been interested in a man, whereas Molly was cut from very different cloth and swung both ways and as often as possible, she loved cock and cunny in equal measure.
But even with Molly’s wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to the other side was with her rich cousin Paul Barker who was a renowned womaniser who had a big house in the village of Clarence a mile or so from Purplemere.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship as Paul put it about every bit as much as she did.
Molly had suggested to Sam that a weekend away would be nice, a change of scenery which could only help their relationship, although that wasn’t all that Molly was planning.
She proposed a surprise visit to her cousin’s house on the pretence of using it as a base for a weekend in the Vale, Samantha however saw through this ruse immediately and refused to go.
“You only want to go to Paul’s so you can have unnatural relations with him” she said
“That’s not the reason at all babe” Molly said, “The thought never crossed my mind, honestly”
A long protracted argument ensued and ended with Samantha saying
“You have to promise you won’t have sex with Paul, or I’m not coming”
“Nor am I by the sounds of it” Molly thought to herself
“Ok I promise” she lied
“Cross you heart” Sam insisted
“What?” Molly said “how old you?”
“Just do it” she said
“Alright” she said and made the gesture “Cross my heart”
On the journey down from Abbottsford, Molly was in reflective mood as she mulled over in her mind the different scenarios that might lead to her getting what she wanted from her kissing cousin without Sam finding out.
However when they got to Clarence they found Paul’s house in complete darkness and no sign at all of Paul himself.
The reason for his absence on their arrival was that at that precise moment he was a mile and a half away in a bus shelter snogging a large breasted member of the darts team by the name of Brenda, after a drunken evening in the Rose and Crown.
(Part 02)
When Molly and Samantha arrived at her Cousins house he was a mile and a half away in a bus shelter snogging a large breasted member of the darts team by the name of Brenda, after a drunken evening in the Rose and Crown.
However a snog was all he got from her and he had a long walk home with lover’s balls.
But it appeared to all intents and purposes that Molly Curtis was going to get even less than that from him.
When Paul did finally arrive home nursing his aching balls, he was surprised and pleased to see Molly’s car parked outside the house, he put his hand on the bonnet and it was still barely warm to the touch so he figured it must have been there for a while.
His first thought was to go and find his kissing cousin and she how hot her engine was and ease the ache in his lover’s balls.
The house was in complete darkness so he assumed Molly had already turned in but he knew precisely how to wake her up and what with.
But before he went upstairs to give Molly a thorough wakening he went into the lounge to take his shoes off. But due to a combination of excessive alcohol, the long walk home from his ball aching snog with Brenda, and a ridiculous number of late nights, which had clearly taken their toll on him so when he sat down on the sofa so he promptly fell asleep and woke up in the same place 6 hours later.
When he did wake up he still had the vivid images in his mind of naked lady darts players performing every conceivable sexual act on him and as a result of his sensual dreaming he was sporting a spectacular early riser.
His dawn horn wasn’t the only stiffness he felt when he rose from the sofa but he thought a long hot bath later in the day would sort that out and he had other plans to ease his other stiffness.
But before he went to surprise Molly, Paul stood in the downstairs bathroom trying to piss, not easily achieved with a significant boner, he found adopting the ski jumper stance was the most effective but by no means fool proof.
He thought he would have to mop that mess up later in the day.
Once he had finished he looked down at his erection
“So what are we going to do with you?” he said
The leading contender was of course Molly who was A) a nice comfortable shag, red hot and horny and B) in the house at that very moment, red hot and horny.
“She’ll do,” he said and quickly undressed, had a wash in the sink, cleaned his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash and squirted liberally with deodorant and then addressing his erection, said
“Now let’s go for a spot of borderline incest”
(Part 03)
He crept upstairs to the spare room and slipped into bed, Molly was lying on her side with her back to him so he cuddled up and spooned her.
“Mmmmm” she murmured as he nuzzled her neck and slid his hand round on to her breast.
As he toyed and teased her nipple he kissed her skin and breathed in her perfume, which was an unfamiliar fragrance.
He moved his hand swiftly down her belly and she parted her thighs in anticipation of his digits arrival.
“Mmmmm” she acquiesced as his fingers crept closer and closer and then were awash between her freshly waxed lips.
“Good old Moll” he thought always keen as mustard
It didn’t take much attention from his fingers to get her to the edge of the abyss and before very long she reached around and took hold of him and guided his erection roughly inside her and she buried her face in the pillow to supress the animal grunts that escaped her as he fully entered her.
Similar grunts followed on receipt of each subsequent penetration until she let out a deeper muffled grunt and she went rigid as she came a fraction sooner than he.
She relaxed and they lay still for a moment enjoying the afterglow until he patted her arse, kissed her shoulder and withdrew.
“I’ll see you later babe” he said
“Mmmmm” she murmured
Paul slipped out of bed and left the room, his manhood still wet from its outing and to his surprise he met Molly coming the other way, wrapped in a damp towel.
Paul did a double take, “how the hell did she get out of the room before me” he thought.
Molly didn’t speak at first, she just looked at Paul and then his wet semi hard cock, then at Paul again and then back to his shrivelling dick.
“You just fucked Samantha,” she said accusingly
“While I was taking a bath, you fucked Samantha” and then she laughed.
“I thought it was you,” he said in his defence
“You didn’t notice anything different?” Molly asked
“It wasn’t your usual perfume” he replied
“Really?” she said inquisitively “You noticed my perfume was different but you didn’t notice the fact I’d grown a huge arse”
“That’s not a very nice thing to say about your friend,” Paul said reproachfully
“She’s not my friend, she’s my girlfriend” Molly corrected him
“Ah” He uttered “I just thought you’d filled out a bit”
“Filled out a bit, filled out a bit,” she repeated disbelievingly
“How could you not tell I’d grown two dress sizes?”
She said and punched him on the arm but then she was laughing again
“Her arse is much bigger than mine” she reiterated and punched him again then she looked at his droopy cock again.
“Isn’t it?” She asked forcefully and Paul nodded
Molly disposed of her towel and displayed her wares in front of him, her amazing tits, flat belly and hairless pussy.
“Just to remind you what a tidy body looks like” Molly said and then she knelt down in front of him and took his greasy cock in her mouth and removed every last trace of Samantha from him and sucked him back to life, then she stood up and kissed him.
“Did you know that Samantha told me I couldn’t fuck you this weekend,” she said cocking a thumb in the direction of the spare room “And then she goes and gets fucked instead”
“Well, all bets are off now” she said as she gripped his shaft and led Paul like a bull to slaughter into his bedroom.
“Now it’s time for the real Molly Curtis to get some cock”
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