(Part 01)
The Osborn’s and the Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a family holiday together in Spain.
Peter and Kate Osborn and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband David and their daughters Karen and Julie, and they stayed in the Villa that was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the coast from Benidorm.
Mark Osborn was a twenty nine year old solicitor who still lived in the old family home in Childean although, his parents having retired to their Spanish Villa and his brother Brian was working for a magazine in New York.
On Boxing Day Mark and his girlfriend were invited to his uncle and aunts house on the other side of Childean for the day, but due to a mix up between Glenda and Mark as to who the designated driver was, they both got a little pissed and had to stay the night.
This caused a bit of a reshuffle on the accommodation front due to his Aunts insistence that the couple sleep in separate rooms.
Not just because his Aunt was a good Christian woman but mainly because she knew of his reputation as a womanizer and she was not prepared to allow him to disgrace himself and degrade a young woman under her roof.
God only knew what she would have done if she’d known he had degraded both of her daughters already.
On one family holiday in Spain, Mark, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the time made love to his her oldest daughter Karen who was just sixteen for the first of many occasion.
And her youngest daughter Julie seduced him in his own bedroom when she was 22.
So the result of the segregation meant Glenda shared the spare room with his cousin and fuck buddy Karen while he was forced to endure their enforced separation on the lounge sofa.
He found it difficult to drop off, partly because it wasn’t very comfortable but mainly because his head was full of images of his girlfriend sharing a bed with his fuck buddy cousin who had also on a number of occasions experimented with her sexuality enough times to be considered bi-sexual, and obviously this had given him a major hard on.
After tossing and turning for about an hour his erection had begun to abate but that urge was merely replaced by an acute need to pee.
Mark tiptoed his way upstairs to the loo and relieved himself.
He was yawning as he stepped back onto the landing and was not really paying attention and so he bumped into Karen coming the other way.
There was an instance of recognition and then she pushed him back into the bathroom and planted a wet sensual kiss on his lips, and this immediately relit the fire in his loins and as his cock was pressing into her flesh he made a move to grope her tits but Karen pushed him away.
“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly
“I’m on the blob anyway,” she continued as she pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo.
(Part 02)
“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly
“I’m on the blob anyway,” she continued as she pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo.
Karen then proceeded to pee; and this did nothing to diminish his erection as he always found it inexplicably arousing.
Karen obviously noticed his cock twitch in his pants because after she wiped herself dry she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and pulled him closer.
Once she had him standing in front of her Karen began pulling his pants down and she licked her lips as his cock uncurled itself from its confinement.
Karen then reached out and grabbed hold of it and kissed his helmet.
For the first time she took her eyes off his cock and looked him in the face as she played with him and said.
“This is for Christmas”
Mark closed his eyes as she gently tugged on him and he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob.
“This was a real Christmas surprise,” he thought as her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks until all at once, in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth, he could feel Karen’s fingers still caressing his shaft lightly and he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled wickedly before devouring him again with her hot mouth.
He could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him and her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her lips slurped around his cock.
“Oh that’s so nice Kaz,” he gasped
“It’s a shame she’s on the blob,” he thought as he was fast approaching the point of no return but he could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she had already decided what she wanted to do.
He had one hand on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her hair while the other caressed her bulging cheek.
Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and she was tugging on him furiously.
Then Karen took one final pause for air before his saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her lips again and her mouth sealed tight around his throbbing cock.
Snorting through her nose, her mouth joined her busy fingers in the rhythmic wanking of his cock.
He was so close now and Karen could sense it and she was going at him like fury,
So close, so close
“Oh Karen”
His buttocks clenched tight
Closer, closer
“Babe, Babe”
And then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot his load into her mouth and her eager lips sucked him dry.
Karen was still sucking and licking at the last of his seed before her lips smacked one last time as she released his shaft.
“Merry Christmas” She said
“And a Happy New Year” he responded as she gave his helmet one final licking suck.
A moment before they left the bathroom Karen asked
“If I wasn’t on the rag would you have fucked me with the gorgeous Glenda just down the hall?”
He answered her question with another question
“If you weren’t on the rag would you have tried giving Glenda head and wishing her a Happy Christmas”?
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