Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 5

LESS IS MORE

You don’t need to be frumpy
But I don’t want brassy
There’s no need to dress like my aunty
But I’m not looking for flashy
I don’t want to see everything
So don’t put it all on display
You don’t need to be obvious
I have an imagination, ok?
I don’t want to see it all
On display in the window
You don’t need to go in the shop
When everything is on show
You can allude to what you have
Without putting it all on display
But I don’t want to see it all
Save something for a rainy day

BITCHIN’ BABE

Wow as you passed slowly by
You really caught my eye
With your figure so top class
Can I grope and squeeze your arse?
You have a very ample chest
Can I fumble inside your vest?
Are you moist beneath the waist?
Will you let me have a taste?
Oh your hips gyrate and tease
Let me split your whiskers please
Let me leave you in a state of bliss
If not I will gladly settle for a kiss

SERENDIPITY IN ALL ITS SPLENDOUR

She walked towards me
And my eyes were drawn
To her unfettered breasts,
Which danced erotically
Inside her white blouse.
She saw me staring
But my gaze was transfixed
As she passed me
She glanced in my direction
A glance conveying utter disgust
Then she threw her head back
Rather theatrically
And headed for the street door
I turned to watch her leave
Enjoying her buttocks
Doing a very dirty rumba
She stopped at the door
Then gave me another look
Again heavily laced with disgust
Just at that moment
The sun suddenly appeared
From behind a cloud
Which illuminated the girl
Dramatically from behind
This serendipitous event
Rendered her blouse transparent
And her perky breasts
Were revealed in all their splendour
Unaware of her circumstance
She made a questioning head movement
Which seemed to ask
“Have you seen enough?”
I nodded and said allowed
“I have now thank you”

TEMPORARY AFFLICTION

I have a stack of work to do
With deadlines to meet too
So much work I can’t get into
Because I just sit and stare at Sue

Sue is the new temporary
And she’s got me quite contrary
The last temp was very scary
Not to mention rather hairy

But Sue is such a rare beauty
Down to earth not at all snooty
But it’s hard to fulfil my duty
When I think of Sue getting fruity

GLORY OF THE DAWN

Oh to awake at dawn
Awaking with the horn
To sport a morning glory
Was highly satisfactory
A magnificent early riser
With which to surprise her
But alas that was in my youth
And to tell the honest truth
Now my poor dormant muscle
Can barely raise a chuckle

THE CALL OF THE WILD

Not pampered or preened
Nor sculptured or shaped
Not tidied or groomed
Nor shaven or scraped
For neat and manicured
Well, nothing could be fouler
For we like it as nature intended
An untamed hairy growler
No French landing strips
Or Brazilian styled
Just wild and untamed bush
Because we like our beaver wild

DEFLATED

I used to rise at dawn
And marvel at my erection
Such a thing of beauty
So wonderful in its perfection
But those days are behind me
Its flaccid now upon inspection
And to raise it from its flaccidity
I must consume some blue confection
And thus perform a miracle rising
Akin to the resurrection

OPPOSITES ATTRACT # 2

She was gracefully slender
He was over weight so not so
She was something of a wit
He was not known for his bon mot
She was an intelligent beauty
He was not either though
With absolutely nothing in common
What attracted them I don’t know
But caught on the kitchen table
Going at it with Gusto
Were the unlikely couple
Undoubtedly in flagrante delicto

I SAW YOU IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT TODAY

I saw you in a different light today
A dazzling light of femininity
You were not the normal little tomboy
In the cargo pants and baggy “T”

The usual beaten up old trainers
Had been replaced by four inch heals
Which shaped your normally hidden legs
Whose black clad debut certainly appealed

The sheer black of your stocking-ed legs
Disappeared beneath the tailored hem
Of a skirt that fitted hitherto, unknown curves
Accentuating hips, thighs and of course them

Tucked into the tiniest of waistbands
Was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit
Buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck
Three undone buttons so that it gaped a bit

I saw you in a different light today
Where you emerged from tomboy obscurity
Causing heads to turn and eyes to stare
And thoughts were those of impurity

OPPOSITES ATTRACT # 3

What a strange affair
That mismatched pair
A pair of opposites
Caviar and grits
What did they do?
That mismatched two
Who were juxtaposed?
He fucked her, I suppose

Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 4

YOU DON’T SEE THAT EVERY DAY

A lovely girl in a very short skirt
Stood bending over from the waist
There was a very startled young boy
Sat in full view behind her red faced
After she straightened up and left
He sat wearing a puzzled expression
When I asked the boy if he was okay
And what caused such consternation
The view of the girl that the boy had
He said that she was in no way drab
He said that the girl had no knickers
And he thought she was hiding a kebab

YOU’RE MINE

Your size four feet are mine
Your slender stockined legs are mine
Your firm round buttocks are mine
Your unwaxed loins are mine
Your smooth flat belly is mine
Your manicured nails are mine
Your pert young breasts are mine
Your brown bobbed hair is mine
Your pretty round face is mine
Your puppy dog eyes are mine
Your turned up nose is mine
Your pale pink mouth is mine
Your coquettish laugh is mine
My heart and soul are yours

SHE WAS ALL TITS AND DIMPLES

All tits and dimples in a Short skirt
Braless and bubbly and ready to flirt
I first noticed her as I was playing pool
With her legs crossed to make men drool
Looks can be deceptive I would agree
But she looked like a working girl to me
Everything on display in the window
I put down the pool cue and said hello
There was no doubt at all she was “easy”
And I knew she was offering it to me
She wasn’t wearing much to undress
But I’d seen enough to want to see the rest
However would I have to pay to see?
Or would I be getting it for free

MELISA WITH THE GAPING BLOUSE

Melisa with the gaping blouse
With fabric formed tight
Around her unfettered breasts
Her aroused nipples
Standing proud
Like sentinels
She walked slowly toward me
Breasts bouncing
Sensuously with every step
Rising and falling
Attracting every eye

Melisa with the gaping blouse
Was closer to me now
The crisp white cotton
Of her blouse disappeared
Into the waistband of her skirt
A tight grey skirt
As she walked closer
I could hear the rustle of her clothes
Her blouse
Her skirt
Her stockings
I hoped they were stockings

Melisa with the gaping blouse
Flicked her eyes
In my direction
Holding my gaze
For only a moment
In a knowing glance
As good as a promise
Then walked past me
I turned to see her
Walking slowly away
Her stilettos clicking
Her hips swinging
To and fro
And her Buttocks
Forming and reforming
With every step

Melisa with the gaping blouse
Beat out a sexual rhythm
A sensual rhythm
A primeval rhythm
Making my pulse race
And my loins ache
And I followed her
Matching her rhythm
My temples throbbed
As blood rushed elsewhere
In a perfect rhythm
Engorging me
As she reached her door
She turned to me smiling
And proffered her hand
Gratefully I took it
Then she led me to paradise

THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY

My sister in law Mary though twenty three
Suffered from a kind of delinquency
She always caused her poor Mum a fuss
And then she had to come to live with us
For weeks she made our life a hell
And managed to scare the cat as well
Then one night when my wife was out
Mary suddenly began to scream and shout
The things she said were quite obscene
And I told her how unpleasant she was being
Finally my patience with her was finished
And I decided that she must be punished
I grabbed her and bent her across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
She laughed and said “that didn’t hurt”
So I held her tight and pulled up her skirt
I held her tight bent across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
“My Mum’s smacks were harder than yours”
So I held her tight and pulled down her drawers
I held her still bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She said nothing and just murmured a sigh
Mary was enjoying this as much as I
I told her what a naughty girl she had been
And she was the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen
And held her gently bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She squirmed and wriggled on my knee
Feeling my hard cock against her belly
I looked down at her round full cheeks
Round and white now with red streaks
Red where I had spanked her bare flesh
Where I would gladly spank Mary afresh
I gently caressed her round full cheeks
My fingers stroking the vivid red streaks
And I watched her laying across me there
As my hands traced the fullness of her
From her cheeks to the top of her thigh
Then she squirmed and let out another sigh
I had decided what I was going to do
And I knew that she wanted me to
As my fingers explored her inner thigh
She tensed and let out an involuntary cry
I felt her course hairs on my finger tips
Then left her lush bush to find her lips
My fingers parted her labia and she moaned
My forefinger entered and she groaned
I explored her creamy wetness eagerly
And worked at her hot pussy rhythmically
Each stroke brought another moan from her
And rubbing her clit brought yet another
Faster and faster and I felt her body spasm
As I brought her quickly to an orgasm
She purred like a cat as she lay across my lap
Then my cock twitched and gave her belly a tap
She climbed off my lap without looking at me
And bent over the coffee table invitingly
I looked at her pussy inviting me to enter
I got out my cock and knelt down behind her
My hands slid from her buttocks up to her hips
And my swollen throbbing cock parted her lips
Mary was wet and warm and welcomed me in
And she moaned loudly as I broke her hymen
I thrust deep into her still holding her hips
Then as I got going I fondled her tits
Soon her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
When I withdrew from her tight pussy
She sighed then turned to look at me
She pulled herself up then turned round
And sat on the table and looked at the ground
I stood up before her with a semi erection
And pulled her head toward its direction
Her mouth enveloped my cock readily
And she went about my shaft eagerly
With the rhythm building to a crescendo
I was getting close to shooting my load
Before I came in her mouth I withdrew
She would suck me dry another day I knew
I stepped back and told her to undress
She did so effortlessly and with finesse
When she stood before me with all to see
I let go of my cock and made her undress me
When we were both naked we caressed
And for the very first time we kissed
Then employing the coffee table again
I lay her on her back to mount a new campaign
I fingered her Minge a little to lubricate
Then knelt at the tables end to penetrate
She eagerly accepted my cock once more
As I thrust into the cunt of my sister in law
I squeezed her arse and fondled her breasts
And I humped and pumped her on her nest
Then her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
I drew out my shaft from its wet sheath
And stood to look down at her body beneath
From her full breasts to her triangle of sable
And thought I never liked that coffee table
I would never view it in quite the same way
After what I did to Mary on it that day
After I had spanked her and wanked her
And had debagged her and shagged her
Before I had her undressed and caressed her
Where I was sucked by her before I fucked her
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
No longer suffers from a kind of delinquency
However her behavior leaves me unimpressed
And I still tell her that she is the naughtiest
And that she only has her self to thank
So she pulls down her knickers to get a spank

ARE YOU WEARING STOCKINGS?

It was in a seedy club
Where I spied her in the gloom
And I knew I wanted her
As our eyes met across the room

Are you wearing stockings?
Is the answer no or yes
Your buttocks say oh
And your hips say guess

I liked what I saw before me
It was lust at first sight
We didn’t speak as she took my hand
And led me out into the night

We painted the town red
Then after a night of carousel
She took me to her apartment
To quell her burning arousal

It was a mutual wanting
A primeval burning passion
A need for physicality
A time to enjoy each sensation

There was a moment’s hesitation
As we stood face to face
Then primitive and animal
We touched in coarse embrace

I fingered her through the silk
Until she moaned her sighs
Then I pulled her pants down
Her long stocking-ed thighs

My hand returned to her lips
And I probed her creamy-ness
Rhythmically stroking her
Until I brought her to the abyss

Kneeling before her writhing form
My mouth set off on a quest
To kiss my way along her leg
To taste the her tangy-ness

I reach her stocking top
And the softness of her thighs
My cheek against her skin
As I sought out the dewy prize
I tasted her until she shuddered
And let out a stifled shout
Then she unzipped me quickly
And tugged me roughly out

She kissed me with urgency
And could taste herself on my lips
While her hand tugged on me
I pulled her skirt above her hips

But then she was on her knees
And her mouth was all about me
As she sucked on my shaft
Sucking me to the point of ecstasy

I was beginning to lose control
Would she drink her fill of me?
Would she wear my necklace?
Or would her loins envelope me

The answer quickly came
As she pulled me to the floor
Where she rode me like a dervish
Until I could give her no more

And then we lay entwined
On the floor of her apartment
Enjoying the afterglow
With our passions well spent

SHE CAME IN THE NIGHT

It was in the early spring
When nature causes sap to rise
Before the dawn in the early hours
When from the shadows she emerged
With an ethereal quality
She moved slowly in the half light
Of the flickering candlelight
Revealing her form in snapshots
Naked but for the flimsiest garb
Something filmy, delicate and sheer,
Which hung from her sylphish form
Like a fine cloak of gossamer
A delicate silken web covered with dew
As she came closer her scent assailed my senses
Initially it cloyed in my throat, sickly sweet
Then intoxicated me like strong wine
Then she stood before me
Wearing the light gauzy fabric
Diaphanous and insubstantial
Which rendered her naked to my eyes
And I gazed into the hypnotic green of hers
The spell was broken by her sweet breath
Which plumed between us in the cold air
In rhythm to the heaving of her chest
Her breasts crowned by her arousal
My eyes moved from the erect sentinels
To the sable triangle below her soft belly
Then returned to be once again entranced
By the sultry green eyes of the seductress
In a silken movement she discarded the flimsy garment
And moved closer, only millimeters away
So close I could feel the beating of her heart
And with every breath she took
Her nipples gently brushed against my skin
Then I felt her hands on my skin
And electricity seemed to move between us
Her touch, soft and delicate on my skin
And as they moved across my body
It felt as though I was being wrapped in silk
Her lips pressed gently against my skin
As she kissed my chest, my neck, my throat
Then up to my cheek and finally my lips
Where she moistly kissed my mouth
Then without warning she became animal and urgent
As she pushed me onto the bed
Her nails dug deep into my flesh
And her mouth pressed hard against mine
Her tongue was darting into my mouth like a piston
Her hands sought me out and found me hard and pulsing
She tugged at my hardness, then enveloped me
Immersing me in her, coating me in warm honey
Her muscles were tight about me
As all at once she was rising and falling on me
Her mouth left mine and her tongue explored my ear
And her sharp teeth chewed at my lobe
Deep rasping breaths turned into loud animal moans
As her exertions became more urgent
Her mouth returned to mine as her passions grew
And when the first orgasm rippled through her
Her kisses turned to bites and she bit my lip
Then she began to lose control and she lost the rhythm
I gripped tight on her hips and imposed my beat
Her moans had turned to wails
And she whipped me with her hair
As she cast her head back and fourth with each stroke
Then that moment arrived
When we both stood upon the edge,
Of that most delicious precipice
Between the bestial coupling, primeval and base
And that joyful release of climax
I exploded inside her with an involuntary grunt
And she let out a banshee wail
All of a sudden I was wide awake
Laying alone, my skin moist with sweat
The bed in total disarray
I was breathing hard and
I imagined I could still smell her scent
And as I moistened my lips
I detected something odd
The metallic taste of blood on my tongue

DECEMBER RESPITE

It was a cold and gray December day
With a biting wind that took your breath away
My errands run I headed towards the pub
Where I took refuge in the saloon bar
I made myself comfortable beside the fire
And prepared to get on the outside of a large brandy
My eyes were drawn to the centre of the room
Where sat a striking strawberry blonde
She was sitting with her legs crossed
A pen in one hand a drink in the other
She was concentrating on something
A crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku
And her bottom lip pursed slightly downward
Almost like a wilting pink rose petal
Then her eye kind of crinkled up
That combined with a slight inclination of her head
Gave me the impression she was confused
I assumed over what she was studying
Then I noticed a flash of golden light in her hair
As if her strawberry curls had ignited
But a shaft of sunlight had burst through the grey December skies
And I realised the sun had made her squint
This in turn screwed up her nose
Then caused her to sneeze
And she sneezed quite indelicately
Then again and again
This fit of sneezing had an added interest to me
As apart from the obvious effects
The shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse transparent
And each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves
Within her non existent blouse
And her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality
But alas all too soon the sneezing stopped
But I’m pleased to say her breathing had not
And I watched with fascination
As with each subsequent breath she took
Her breasts reshaped themselves inside her bra
She was blissfully unaware that her blouse was now translucent
And that each adjustment she made to her straps
Served only to more sharply define her assets
But all good things must come to an end
And thanks to a thoughtless cloud
The sunlight was snuffed out
It had been a most pleasant respite
Studying her most wondrous topography
It’s amazing how the little things in life
Can brighten up the dullest of winter days
It may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do
Ungallant I suppose not to have averted my gaze
But she only had herself to blame
On a cold and gray December day
She should have been wearing a vest

ANYTHING GOES

The Cole Porter classic “Anything Goes”
Is a song everyone knows
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
Which attempted to define
The moral decline
Well little did he know
How low morals would go
Now little is left to the imagination
When it come to female emancipation
Woman display themselves to readily
Or dress inappropriately
Their varying degrees of undress
Expose pierced and tattooed flesh
In thongs with exposed arses
Or skirts as short as west end farces
Naked midriffs of all shapes and sizes
Leaving no room for surprises
Flesh erupts like a muffin
Over waist bands unable to keep it in
And no one should ever wear Lycra
Unless their figure is micra
There are things that should remain hidden
And only revealed when bidden
Equally there are also things about a woman
That does not need to be revealed to a man
For example a cause of great consternation
Is that we get to here about their constipation
Loss of bladder control issues
Feminine freshness wipes and tissues
Then there is the shaving and waxing
And treatments men would find quite taxing
There are things we don’t need to see or hear
I just want to make that clear
One behaviour that’s quite disturbing
Is a mother in public breast feeding
Nursing a baby we don’t want to see
No matter how nice her nurses maybe
But the very worst thing to see
Is when they are out socially
Woman kind when emancipated
Failed to do what was anticipated
In taming the animal in men
And preventing his wildness emerging again
Instead women have fallen into the pit
And show know intention of leaving it
Laddettes and matrons who should know better
End up drunk laying in the gutter
Even at a holiday resort
Men look on as they disport
Cavorting bare chest-ed
Free of the clothes they have divested
As they display manicured muffs
And unmatched collar and cuffs
The tattooes, piercings and body art
Are the only way to tell them apart
Full of cocktails and beer
And the odd infection I fear
I’m not sure Mrs Pankhurst
When the idea struck her first
Envisaged that this would be the way of it
And Cole Porter didn’t know the half of it
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”

Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 3

PICTURES OF LILY

Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length
Curly like loose ringlets cascading down
Her face was Mediterranean, dark, dusky
Eyes black as the night sky in winter, brows
Thick and dark, nose pert, mouth full and pouty
Her skin smooth as polished wood, her figure
Like a Rodin carving of perfection
Dress this in silk and lace, you have passion
Her soft breasts hidden within delicate lace
Hips, buttocks, femininity similarly
Her legs sheathed in stocking of black silk
Stiletto heels shaping them perfectly
A vision as this is not as it seems
It's the airbrushed woman of my dreams

POINT OF VIEW

I look at her and in my mind
She is naked
Her great round breasts
Nipples like organ stops
Her lush bush
Then I see her bending
Straight legged
Her lips in full view
I kneel and with my tongue
Part her curtains
Tasting her juice
Then she is on all fours
My cock deep in her
Her buttocks slapping against my belly
My hands cupping her breasts
Then I am back
This is no way to look at my mother in law

RED HOT

The first thing I noticed
Was the sun on her red hair
Turning it to blazing fire
As it tumbled
Onto the white flesh of her shoulders
The pastel shades
Of her meagre top
Struggled to contain the vibrancy of her breasts
And her naked midriff tantalized
The waistband of her skirt sat on her hips
While the white cotton below
Encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs
A gust of summer breeze
Lifted her skirt allowing glimpses of her white thighs
Then as she walked
The sunlight behind her illuminated her form
More than hinting at the delights
Contained within the cotton of her skirt
My thoughts then turned
From her flaming red hair
To a burning desire

REFLECTED GLORY

She sits before the mirror
Head inclined
Fine brown hair falls off her shoulders
Cascading down one side
The evening sun shimmering on the fine strands
The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back,
Naked but for the slender straps of her dress
Silently invites my caress
Her heady perfume filled the room
Invading my senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain
The fabric of her dress hugs the wondrous contours I know so well
In the mirror her hazel eyes look back at me
As she sees me watching her
And knowing my thoughts her reflection smiles
And at its radiance my heart soars
Making me want her
I don’t ask why she loves me
I just thank god for her
For her elegant beauty
And for the greater beauty inside
This evening I must share her
But later she will be mine alone
So for now I bath in the reflected glory of her

SHE

She smiles
And I undress her with my eyes
She laughs
And I’m naked with her
She looks at me
And my heart pounds
She smiles at me
And I orgasm
I really must get out more

SHE WAS ALL TITS AND DIMPLES

All tits and dimples in a Short skirt
Braless and bubbly and ready to flirt
I first noticed her as I was playing pool
With her legs crossed to make men drool
Looks can be deceptive I would agree
But she looked like a working girl to me
Everything on display in the window
I put down the pool cue and said hello
There was no doubt at all she was “easy”
And I knew she was offering it to me
She wasn’t wearing much to undress
But I’d seen enough to want to see the rest
However would I have to pay to see?
Or would I be getting it for free

SPANISH EYES

I sat drinking black coffee alone in the cafe
I noticed her instantly as she entered
powerless my eyes, like magnets were drawn
towards the striking young woman's beauty, her hair
black as a raven's wing caressed the dark
skin of her shoulders, its dark lustre framed
the simple beauty of her face, which I studied.
Firstly her full moist lipped smile, the delicate
curve of her nose and finally the depth of her
dark brown eyes, she looked back at me holding
my gaze, as if reading my thoughts and touching my soul.
My eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness
of her neck and shoulders until reaching
her bountiful breasts where white lace fringed
their fullness, her smile broadened and her
cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of
my loins, she turned away and I continued my
journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her
firm buttocks like a second skin hugging
her contours as I wanted to. As she sat down
opposite me my gaze once more returned
to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they
rearranged themselves within their lacy
confines. Then our eyes met again and she
smiled knowing my thoughts and revelling in
them. She paused and opened her bag and
took out a cigarette and holding it
in her slender fingers for a moment
before placing it between her moist lips
envying its intimacy as I lit it
I bought her coffee and we talked and laughed
drank more coffee talked and laughed some more
Although her fine young body gave rise to sighs
I was held captive by her Spanish eyes

THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY

My sister in law Mary though twenty three
Suffered from a kind of delinquency
She always caused her poor Mum a fuss
And then she had to come to live with us
For weeks she made our life a hell
And managed to scare the cat as well
Then one night when my wife was out
Mary suddenly began to scream and shout
The things she said were quite obscene
And I told her how unpleasant she was being
Finally my patience with her was finished
And I decided that she must be punished
I grabbed her and bent her across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
She laughed and said “that didn’t hurt”
So I held her tight and pulled up her skirt
I held her tight bent across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
“My Mum’s smacks were harder than yours”
So I held her tight and pulled down her drawers
I held her still bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She said nothing and just murmured a sigh
Mary was enjoying this as much as I
I told her what a naughty girl she had been
And she was the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen
And held her gently bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She squirmed and wriggled on my knee
Feeling my hard cock against her belly
I looked down at her round full cheeks
Round and white now with red streaks
Red where I had spanked her bare flesh
Where I would gladly spank Mary afresh
I gently caressed her round full cheeks
My fingers stroking the vivid red streaks
And I watched her laying across me there
As my hands traced the fullness of her
From her cheeks to the top of her thigh
Then she squirmed and let out another sigh
I had decided what I was going to do
And I knew that she wanted me to
As my fingers explored her inner thigh
She tensed and let out an involuntary cry
I felt her course hairs on my finger tips
Then left her lush bush to find her lips
My fingers parted her labia and she moaned
My forefinger entered and she groaned
I explored her creamy wetness eagerly
And worked at her hot pussy rhythmically
Each stroke brought another moan from her
And rubbing her clit brought yet another
Faster and faster and I felt her body spasm
As I brought her quickly to an orgasm
She purred like a cat as she lay across my lap
Then my cock twitched and gave her belly a tap
She climbed off my lap without looking at me
And bent over the coffee table invitingly
I looked at her pussy inviting me to enter
I got out my cock and knelt down behind her
My hands slid from her buttocks up to her hips
And my swollen throbbing cock parted her lips
Mary was wet and warm and welcomed me in
And she moaned loudly as I broke her hymen
I thrust deep into her still holding her hips
Then as I got going I fondled her tits
Soon her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
When I withdrew from her tight pussy
She sighed then turned to look at me
She pulled herself up then turned round
And sat on the table and looked at the ground
I stood up before her with a semi erection
And pulled her head toward its direction
Her mouth enveloped my cock readily
And she went about my shaft eagerly
With the rhythm building to a crescendo
I was getting close to shooting my load
Before I came in her mouth I withdrew
She would suck me dry another day I knew
I stepped back and told her to undress
She did so effortlessly and with finesse
When she stood before me with all to see
I let go of my cock and made her undress me
When we were both naked we caressed
And for the very first time we kissed
Then employing the coffee table again
I lay her on her back to mount a new campaign
I fingered her Minge a little to lubricate
Then knelt at the tables end to penetrate
She eagerly accepted my cock once more
As I thrust into the cunt of my sister in law
I squeezed her arse and fondled her breasts
And I humped and pumped her on her nest
Then her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
I drew out my shaft from its wet sheath
And stood to look down at her body beneath
From her full breasts to her triangle of sable
And thought I never liked that coffee table
I would never view it in quite the same way
After what I did to Mary on it that day
After I had spanked her and wanked her
And had debagged her and shagged her
Before I had her undressed and caressed her
Where I was sucked by her before I fucked her
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
No longer suffers from a kind of delinquency
However her behavior leaves me unimpressed
And I still tell her that she is the naughtiest
And that she only has her self to thank
So she pulls down her knickers to get a spank

YOU CAN RING MY BELL

Do you like making spoons in bed?
Or do you do it on all fours like beasts
Perhaps in the style of the missionaries
Or does she straddle you like a monkey on a stick?
Is she animated when you're at it?
Thrashing about a lot
Or motionless like a resuscitation doll
Maybe you have her with trembling knees against a wall?
Mounting her roughly from behind
What about the wheelbarrow?
Have you tried that position?
Maybe bondage or spanking is your thing?
Do you play two way family favorites?
Kissing the inside of her milky white thigh
Before drinking from the velvet cup
Does she enjoy performing orally?
Is her behavior quite low, morally
Base and sluttish
Or is she prim and proper
Prudish about being rude-ish

Maybe it's not what you do but who you do it with
Vampish or tarty, dumb or smarty
Clear complexioned or spotty
Level headed or dotty
Intelligently spectacled
Scantily clad in edibles
What about role playing and dressing up
Does she wear uniforms of cotton or serge?
And do you dress as a centurion
Or a gladiator
Do you play doctors and nurses?
Or vicars and tarts Master and slave
Butler and parlor maid
Teacher and pupil
Acting out fantasies of filth
Do you do it wearing a hat?
In German helmet and jack boots
Cross dressing perhaps
In a pencil skirt or floral dress
Leather goods or latex or pace
What about toys or sexual aids
No let's not go there
What about swinging do you fancy that?
Arriving in a Porsche and going home in a Passat
Does she need to be of a certain physical type?
To be of the right dimensions?
Or proportions
Tall and pencil thin
Or perhaps pear shaped or round
An hour glass figure
Or a stick thin anorexic
A particular color eyes
Hair, long, short or none at all
Blonde, brunette or red
Body piercing?
A turn on? Or turn off?
Tattoo's like wise
Do you like your beaver wild or tamed?
Does a Brazilian look too much like you need a swipe card?
And if it looks like Adolph Hitler's moustache do you care
When her breasts are released are they like airbags deploying
Or are they small and pert just enough for toying
Are you fussy about her appearance?
Or is a pulse all she needs
Perhaps you're not even that fussy

Is she noisy when you're on the nest?
Perhaps that's what you like the best
Once she's warmed up do you make her bellow?
So you have to turn her over and make her bite the pillow?
What about location does it matter where it's done
Do you like it to be a public place?
When she's sitting on your face
Do you like it al fresco in the woods or maybe the park
Or does a dog sniffing your bum put you off your stroke
At someone's party under a pile of coats
At the cinema or theatre
Out back in a dark alley way
In the car? We've all done it there
All around the house in the bathroom and on the stair
Well you can do it in the hall or on the kitchen table
Even on the toilet if she doesn't care
It doesn't matter what you do to ring each others bell
Or where you ring it bloody hell
Just as long as all party's are willing and able
That's the best thing of all and the most important
And the most exiting when she tells you yes

Choice Tales from the Vale – (278) Sweet Young Things – Riette’s Tale

(Part 01)

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the small village of Oxley Green in close proximity to Nettlefield, where our story takes place.

Ian Tilley had just finished his Masters at Abbottsford University and was spending the summer with his uncle Silas, who was the Vicar of St Thomas’s church in Oxley Green, which was where he met the sweet young things.
He had been at his Uncles for less than a week when he walked up to the village green to attend the Village summer Fête, but even though he was had only been there a few days he was not a newcomer as he had spent every holiday there for as long as he could remember and he had made a lot of friends among the younger members of the village population over the years
It was very well attended but he didn’t really know many of the people but he thought he would take a look, show willing at least, so he went on a few of the side shows and drank a couple of pints in the beer tent and by late afternoon, a combination of too much beer on an empty stomach and the heat of the sun had left him a little light headed so he decided to call it a day and headed back across the field in the direction of the Vicarage.
He only got about half way across the field when he was hailed by Sharon Todd and Riette Thomas and he turned to see them tottering towards him across the grass shoes in hand and ever so slightly tipsy.
The girls were best friends, quite inseparable and he thought them very gorgeous but alas they were only 15, even though they kept reminding him they were actually 15 and three quarters, sadly that three quarters was not going to keep him out of jail if he did what he had thought of doing.
But they were both lovely girls and he liked them a lot and not just sexually.
Riette was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Sharon was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut summer dresses they looked even more so.
They tottered up alongside him, each taking an arm, Sharon as always was flirting outrageously.
“Can we come back to yours Ian?” Sharon said
“The oldies won’t let us have another drink”
“It’s not like we’re drunk or anything” Riette chipped in
“Can we?” Sharon said again
“Please Ian?” Riette added
“Ok” he said, “as long as you behave”
“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Sharon
“Will you spank us?” Riette said and giggled
“You’ll get me arrested,” Ian said
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.

(Part 02)

Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
Sharon saw him looking at her plump brown tits and giggled so he looked again.
Then he compared them to Riette’s pair and when Sharon whispered to her friend what he was doing she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent him from looking again.

When they reached the Vicarage he left the giggling flirts outside while he went inside to change and came out 10 minutes later just wearing an old pair of baggy shorts and he joined the girls as they sat on the patio which was now in the shade and he gave them a glass of wine each.
Which on reflection was not the wisest thing to do, Sharon kept leaning over him so he could have an unrestricted view of her tits, which was giving him a hard on like a milk bottle.
In between glimpses of Sharon’s pert jewels, they danced around the vicarage garden flirting and flaunting and flashing their skimpy knickers, whether knowingly or otherwise, was immaterial as it was not diminishing the intensity of his erection.
Finally out of breath they tottered over to him breathless to drink their wine and sat their pert arses on his lap while they drank which made his cock throb and his balls ache.
He thought that Sharon must have been able to feel his dick under her buttock but if she did she didn’t make it known.
Maybe she would reflect on it beneath her duvet that night as she fingered her young pussy.
Anyway he decided that it had to stop so he pushed them up onto their feet and simultaneously gave their buttock a little pat and then gave each plump little peach a lingering squeeze and seriously considered shagging the pair of them then and there.
After all they were only a little bit too young but he nobly thought better of it, as he figured perhaps less nobly that in a few months they would be fair game.
“I think it’s time for you two to go, before I do something I’ll regret” he said
“But we’re having fun” Riette protested
“And we don’t mind a bit of sexy fun” Sharon said and blushed and then both girls giggled
“When you’re old enough maybe,” he said reflecting on the time when it would be legal, if not immoral to shag their collective brains out then he smacked each of them satisfyingly hard on their firm derrieres causing them to release delightful stereophonic squeals.
Which was the moment when Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly

(Part 03)

Just at the moment Ian had decided it was time for the flirty virgins to leave the vicarage garden, Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
He assumed that she was there to spoil his fun and protect her young sisters’ virtue and make sure Ian didn’t shag her, but in truth she was there to make sure if anyone got shagged it was her and he thought her coy denial about being one of the pretty girls was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments.
But he didn’t dwell on it because he was distracted by the discovery that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her summer dress and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused his already swollen cock to twitch.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked
“Yes please” Sharon replied eagerly
“Me too” giggled Riette
“I wasn’t asking you two, you’ve had enough” Ian said “I was asking Katie”
“No thanks but another time when you’re not surrounded by pretty girls” she replied
“As I said before you’re one of them” he said
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her and she turned her head away coyly.
“If that doesn’t get her legs open nothing will” he thought to himself and smiled just as the back gate swung open and Uncle Silas walked up the garden.
“Hello girls” he said jovially and there followed five minutes of light hearted chattering and then the girls went on their way.
Ian watched them as the three girls tottered down the lawn and when they reached the gate all three turned and waved and Sharon blew a kiss.
“You don’t know just how close I came to splitting your whiskers today girls,” Ian muttered under his breath.
“They are sweet young things aren’t they?” the Vicar said
“Yes uncle” he agreed but to himself he added “and I have a very sweet tooth”
And he mused that before the summer was out he would split all their whiskers.
The two younger ones when they were legal and the older one much sooner, in fact had his uncle not returned when he did he would have wet his balls with her that very afternoon

After Uncle Silas had gone indoors Ian struggled out of the chair but the enormity of his erection and his aching balls made getting up and then walking somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately he was wearing the baggy shorts.
He made his way gingerly in through the door and went inside for a piss, which was hellishly difficult with a hard on.
Ian had to lean forward like a ski jumper and even then he still managed to hit the cistern so he finished his piss in the shower instead.
By the time he got back outside to the patio his cock had reduced down to a semi but he still had lover’s balls so he went upstairs and wanked himself off to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table.

(Part 04)

After Ian Tilley entertained the Thomas sisters and Sharon Todd in the vicarage garden he was left seriously aroused and had to take his erection and its accompanying lover’s balls upstairs to wank himself off, and he did so to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table after which he looked forward to when he would turn the fantasy into reality as it turned out he didn’t have to wait too long.
It was the next day in fact, to his surprise that his fantasy was made manifest.
Not that it was a surprise that he fucked her, that was always going to happen, and the prompt fulfilment of his fantasy was also no surprise, as his pussy radar told him she was game, what was however surprising was the fact that she was a virgin, he hadn’t expected that at all, but he didn’t mind as it added to the spice for him.
Katie’s wasn’t the first cherry he’d popped in his time and he knew for a fact she wouldn’t be the last.
After that first time he spent all summer wetting his balls with Katie until she was very accomplished in bed, or indeed anywhere else he chose to have her.
One afternoon after he’d nailed her in her parent’s bed they were laying in the afterglow when she asked out of the blue
“You know that Sharon is sixteen on Saturday”
“I did know that” he confessed
“And do you also know that she is expecting you to keep your promise about shagging her once she was “legal”” she continued
“Yes I did know that as well” he confirmed
“So are you going to?” she asked
“Very definitely” he said
“I thought you would” she said “And are you going to pop Riette’s cherry when she turns 16 at the end of the month?”
“Probably” he replied “would you mind if I did?”
She thought for a moment and replied
“No, not as long as she doesn’t get any of my share”
Katie knew about Ian’s reputation for shagging anything with a pulse long before she surrendered her virginity to him, and she wasn’t looking to convert him, Ian was a wonderful lover but he would be a crap boyfriend, so she didn’t want him for anything other than sex.
As for her sister if she wanted a taste of what she’d had, once she was old enough, she wouldn’t dissuade her.
But Katie was enjoying what she was getting and she didn’t want her sister or their friend Sharon to curtail her supply of cock.

It wasn’t as if there was any love between her and Ian, they were very fond of each other obviously but first and foremost they were fuck buddies.
She would find love elsewhere, hopefully when she left for University in September, she would meet a man she could love and the man she fell in love with would get her love, her heart and the benefit of Ian Tilley’s summer long sexual tutelage.
Although she might well revisit the well of his dirty delights if the man she lost her heart to couldn’t ring her bell.
In the mean time she was happy being fucked senseless by Ian and it would have been churlish of her to deny her friend Sharon and her own sister Riette the benefit of some experienced choice cock.


(Part 05)

Unlike the eager and self-confident Sharon Todd, who had sought out Ian Tilly on the day of her 16th birthday to have her cherry popped, even though she was attending her aunts wedding, her best friend
Riette Thomas had not been to see him to receive her own special birthday gift.
Despite the fact that he knew, from Sharon’s pillow talk, that she wanted to every bit as much as her friend Sharon had.
So that was why Riette Thomas was still a virgin nine days after her sixteenth birthday and he was beginning to think the whole summer holiday would pass before he split her strawberry whiskers, so imagine his surprise when one bright September afternoon the lovely red haired Riette crossed his path.

Ian had spent the morning delivering Parish Magazines, it wasn’t how he planned to spend his day but his uncle asked if he could step in and cover for a sick parishioner.
Uncle Silas would normally have done it himself but he had to see a bride with a bad case of cold feet so Ian took up the mantel and he didn’t mind being out the house as it good to be out and about in the fresh air on such a lovely day so it was not a chore.
His “patch” was on the north side of the village and consisted of about 25 residences dotted along Tipton Lane and Elms Road, it was about a two hour round trip at an average pace but he was in no rush as it was a pleasant day as the Indian summer was in evidence, so he set off with the bag of magazines slung across his shoulder.
His mind was distracted as he made his way along the Lane delivering the Parish Magazines as he was pondering the resolution of the problem of the unsullied younger Thomas sister.

When he reached the furthest most house from the village and made his delivery it started to rain and having left the house that morning without a coat he made a dash for the nearest stand of trees for shelter.

He thought it was probably only a shower, and as he turned out he was correct so when it had finished he headed back down the lane which was when he saw Riette.

He was approaching the southern end of the road when he saw Riette coming the other way.
She had her strawberry red hair tied up which was mostly hidden under a baseball cap.
She was wearing green leggings and a hoodie and she was clutching a garishly patterned bag to her middle and she was looking at her converse shoes as they were shuffling and scuffing down the lane.
To be honest she looked lost and lonely without her sidekick Sharon.
Sharon was the outgoing bubbly girl and Riette rather lived in her shadow.
In many ways they were chalk and cheese, the dark skinned dusky and exotic Sharon and the pale skinned peaches and cream Riette.
He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to.
Being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age.
They were after all the “flirty virgins” who teased and titillated him so well on that hot afternoon in May.

(Part 06)

In many ways they were chalk and cheese, the dark skinned dusky and exotic Sharon and the pale skinned peaches and cream Riette.
He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to.
Being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age.
They were after all the “flirty virgins” who teased and titillated him so well on that hot afternoon in May.
Arousing him to the point that he had to wank himself off when they had gone.
Sharon was ultra-confident, self-assured and pretty and she knew it.
Riette was shy, socially awkward and full of self-doubt but she was also pretty but had no idea of the fact.
Sharon was the driving force in their friendship, bold and bubbly.
Being with her made Riette feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, living life on her coat tails and without her friend, Riette floundered.
Which was evidenced but the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling towards him, so as he approached he called out to her.
“Hi Riette” he said and she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“It’s ok, I was miles away” Riette said
“Are you missing Sharon?” he asked, knowing she was away for the weekend with her family.
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few hours”
He thought she looked quite sad but hopefully from this chance meeting he might put a smile on those pale lips and some colour on her cheeks.
Riette was fresh faced and make up free so he thought it truly was a serendipitous meeting which he had every intention of taking full advantage of.
Which is another way in which she differed from Sharon, Sharon didn’t do things by chance and if it had been her walking down that lane towards him it would be because she had planned it that way.
Not, by all accounts, that Riette didn’t want it as bad as her friend did she just didn’t have the knowhow or the gumption to get it.
“But today fate has taken a hand” he thought to himself
“So where are you off to?” he enquired
“My Aunt Jane’s” she answered, “The family are on holiday and Auntie said I can use their indoor pool while they’re away”
“Lovely” he said “Perhaps I could join you when I’m done”
“Oh yes” she exclaimed enthusiastically “if you have time”
“Well I had better finish my deliveries then” Ian said and smiled “and then I will have time”

He set off down the Road until he reached the end which climbed quite steeply up the hill then eased down the other side, he trudged up the hill and his legs were feeling it by the time he reached the top, where he took a breather and a drink, then he made the longer and gentler descent, making his deliveries as he went and when they were completed he retraced his steps but halfway back the rain came again and this time there were no convenient trees to shelter under but he did see some fifty yards or so ahead his destination and thought it the most likely source of shelter so he ran in that direction.
But before he got there the rain had stopped and the sun was out again.
Once he got close he noticed the door was a jar so he pushed on it gently.

(Part 07)

Once he got close he noticed the door was a jar so he pushed on it gently.
He walked inside and closed the door behind him and made his way to the pool and found her lying face down on a lounger bathed in a shaft of sunlight wearing a bikini.
“With your lovely pale skin you really need to stay in the shadows” he said and she blushed at the compliment, although he was thinking that hopefully he would bring her metaphorically from the shadows to bathe in the light of lust, his lust.
He didn’t think it was going to be as easy as it was with her friend but it would happen of that he was sure.
He couldn’t help but compare the two, but Sharon came and sought him out on the very afternoon of her birthday, made up, perfumed and wearing special “bought for the occasion” matching lingerie.
He thought it would take a little more guile this time, but faint heart never won fair maiden.
“If you lay there like that you’ll burn” he said “I think suntan lotion would help, I could put it on if you like”
“Yes please” she said eagerly “I have some in my bag”
He knelt down on the floor next to the lounger and perused her pale young body as Riette had her head turned to one side and was facing away from him.

The sunlight was warm but her risk of burning was nowhere near as high as he had made out, but he didn’t tell her that.
“This will help to protect your lovely skin” he said
“Ok” she answered meekly.
Ian wondered at that point if she knew exactly what he had in mind for her as he squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?” he asked
“Cool” she replied
But he wasn’t trying to get her cool he wanted her to get her hot so he rubbed some more.
“I need to undo your bikini top sweetie” he said innocently “so I can properly apply the lotion”
“Ok” she said, her voice breaking slightly, so he undid it and pulled it softy away from her skin and then he slowly rubbed in the surplus lotion until it was all worked in to her pale freckled skin like a long relaxing massage.
When it was all rubbed in, he squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.
“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and sought out her breast, his hand pursued and he very quickly found his quarry.
Riette let out a soft murmur as his hand reached inside her cup then she rolled her shoulder towards him giving Ian clear access to her plump little breast and he played with her rosebud nipple and she murmured again, louder this time as he teased her nipple to erection.
When he had toyed and teased her nipple to distraction he returned his attentions to her torso.

(Part 08)

Ian massaged the lotion all the way from her shoulders down to her hips.
He continued the charade by massaging all the remaining flesh from her hips right down to her ankles.
By the way she was fidgeting he knew it was time to pull down her bikini bottoms which he did slowly and deliberately and her body stiffened and she lifted her hips ever so slightly off the lounger and the green fabric moved easily off her buttocks and he had them off over her feet a few seconds and she uttered no protest.
Once he had her bottoms removed he slid his hands up her legs and massaged her tight firm buttocks before he pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moist crevice, and again she uttered no protest.
Riette wasn’t as vociferous as Sharon was when he fingered her crack, she just buried her face in the towel and let out a series of low muffled moans and gasps, but her lathery lips told Ian how much she was enjoying his fingering.
He pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and then he sipped from her fresh pink clamshell and she squirmed and wriggled as his tongue explored the petals of her pussy.
Had he not felt Riette’s body go rigid or seen the evidence on her lip he would have known she had climaxed, as even with her face buried in the folds of her towel he clearly heard her come.
He decided he couldn’t then turn her over onto her back at that point to deliver the coup de grace because of her shyness.
So he shuffled to his right so he was at her business end and adjusting his position he rolled her onto her side and then he released the eager beast from his trousers.
Riette was on her side with her back to him, and still with her face buried in the towel, so with his left hand he lifted her upper leg by the thigh and bending her leg at the knee he tucked the lower half of her leg under his right arm holding her knee and with his right hand he un-trousered his cock and when he had the swollen stalk in his hand, helmet exposed ready for action, he thought to himself that hiding her face in her towel wouldn’t disguise her moans when it penetrated her.
Using the crease between her cheeks he guided his cock to its juicy destination and his cock went deep into her tight young pussy and Riette gave a little squeal of delight as Ian added another cherry to his collection.
It didn’t take long before she had come again as he gave her one long satisfying stroke after another.
Her white knuckled hand gripped the frame of the lounger as she wriggled and squirmed on receipt of each of his deep penetrating entries of her syrupy quim.
And by the time he had got onto the short strokes Riette squeaked on each inward motion and the lounger was rattling and shaking until he brought her to her final climax and she screamed a loud muffled scream into her towel and a second later he erupted inside her.
Riette lay there, his cock still inside her, quivering and sighing repeatedly through her towel and she sighed even louder when he withdrew from her pussy.

(Part 09)

Riette lay there on the lounger, his cock still inside her, quivering and sighing repeatedly through her towel and she sighed even louder when he withdrew from her pussy.

Once he had extracted his sticky shaft she rolled back onto her stomach, closed her legs and clenched her round white buttocks and tried to be invisible.
He knew Riette wouldn’t get up and redress with him standing there even after he’d defiled her so expertly, he always thought that kind of shyness was nice, so he left her to sort herself out and went in the kitchen to make a drink.

As Ian sat at the kitchen table he thought to himself that Riette wasn’t a natural like her older sister Katie or her friend Sharon, and thought she would require a lot more tutorage than the other two did.
But he concluded it would be worth it in the end because she had a fine body, in several ways better than her sister and her friend and unlike the other two, who would doubtless find other partners, Riette would likely remain his and his alone, which really appealed to him and that surprised him greatly.
So it was with feelings, not solely associated with lust, that he watch as Riette shuffled into the kitchen still adjusting her leggings and he could just make out the dark patch on the crotch,
“Better put those straight in the wash when you get home” he thought.
When she finally looked up at him she went immediately scarlet and turned away so he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him and she buried her face in his chest and held onto him like a vice.
“I can’t believe you’re still shy” he said “after what we just did”
Riette didn’t answer
“But I really love it that you are” he said, but she was still silent
“Well you’ll have to come out if you want a kiss,” he added
“A kiss?” she said in a muffled query
“I must have a kiss” he insisted “As a reward”
Reluctantly her head emerged from his chest but she still didn’t raise her eyes to look at him.
So he put his hand on her chin and lifted it up and then he put his lips to hers and so began a rather lengthy and surprisingly enjoyable kiss. In fact in that regard she was definitely better than Sharon.
“That’s better” he said “very nice”
And Riette blushed and giggled.

As they sat and drank their tea he said to Riette
“I think while Aunty Jane is away we should use her place to keep your mind occupied, which might also help your shyness”
She didn’t speak in response but giggled.
So it was agreed that rather than mope about missing Sharon they should do something a little more productive with her time.
“And I think we should begin right away in Aunt Jane’s bed”

So Riette and Ian spent the afternoon in her Aunt Janes king sized bed to furthering her sexual education, where he brought her to several juddering orgasms and fell in love with her.

Five years after he took his third cherry of that wonderful summer he married Riette Thomas to whom he remained faithful during their 40 year marriage, with the exception of her older sister Katie and her best friend Sharon who were, from the day he took their virginity, his regular bed mates.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (277) Phone Sex

(Part 01)

Nigel Guy was new to the area having moved to Purplemere from London after a very acrimonious divorce.
He was a relatively good looking man who was fast approaching his 40th birthday, with a good physique and short sandy hair, greying at the temples and piercing blue eyes.
He also had an eye for the ladies, which was why he was now divorced, but he planned on turning over a new leaf and leaving his philandering days behind him.
His reason for moving to Purplemere in particular was the Woodhill Heath Centre where he had landed the job as practice manager.
The senior partner was Dr Celeste Hanley, a tall woman in tweed with Chestnut hair, a round arse lovely long legs and huge breasts, who was in her mid-forties and just the kind of woman he would have shagged in his previous life.
But he was a new man and besides she was a lesbian and was actually in a relationship with the practice nurse Linda Barnes, a skinny blonde girl ten years her junior.
But the fact the Celeste was playing for the other side didn’t stop him ogling her lovely long legs or her impressive cleavage at every opportunity.
And Linda’s sexual orientation didn’t prevent her from flirting with him outrageously on a regular basis.

As Celeste was the senior partner Nigel was required to have almost daily briefings with her on his progress.
And he took those meetings as an opportunity to stare down her blouse at her huge round tits in their lacy hammocks, or look at her gorgeous round arse when she bent over, which he was pleased to note she did rather often.
But after he’d been at Woodhill for a few days short of three months, while they were preparing the quarterly reports he discovered two very significant things, first that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and second that she played for both teams, and furthermore she wanted him to play on her team and he ended up shagging her bent double over her desk.
And when he was on the last syrupy strokes, her girlfriend Linda burst in on them, but he was at that blissful point where there was no force in the universe that was going to stop him from exploding inside her, or to stop her wanting him to do so for that matter.
As a result he had to shag Linda as well which was very pleasant and they had had a number of group sessions since that day, but what he really enjoyed was being able to give Celeste his full and undivided attention.
So whenever an opportunity to enjoy Celeste’s heavenly body presented itself he grabbed it with both hands.
What he didn’t know however, was that Celeste felt the same way, she loved Linda and she loved it when they made love and the threesomes with Linda and Nigel blew her mind.
Though when she made the decision to seduce Nigel it opened up another world of sensual pleasure, dirty, lustful, naked pleasure.
And indulging in “private consultations” with him turned her on so much that sometimes they were all she could think of, and her plots and plans made it all the more exciting, as did doing it behind Linda back or under her nose.
She loved the excitement of sneaking around and it made her even hotter and wetter.
Sometimes they did it in his house, occasionally in hers and from time to time at the surgery and even on occasion in her car, his was far too small.

(Part 02)

Celeste loved the excitement of sneaking around and it made her even hotter and wetter.
Sometimes they did it in his house, occasionally in hers and from time to time at the surgery and even on occasion in her car, his was far too small, and sometimes they got to do it in a Hotel.

The Hotel in question was the Abbottsford Regents Hotel where they were attending an NHS conference on practice management but in reality they were only there for the sex.

It was about 8 o’clock when Guy woke up on Saturday morning. Celeste was still wearing the black stockings she was wearing the night before and furthermore she still looked hot.
But she was still sleeping and he was feeling a bit fragile from the previous night’s excesses and his cock had slept in later than he had so he contented himself with ogling her briefly before pulling the cover up over them.
It was an hour later the next time he woke and Celeste was hugging him and one-eyed Pete had finally roused.
But when he moved his head on the pillow a pain filled it like it had been hit with a shovel.
Celeste had also consumed too much Champagne for early morning nookie So Pete went back to sleep.
So Guy lifted his head off the pillow and walked to the bathroom to take some Paracetamol and then took a glass of water and two tablets to Celeste.
On the way back to the bathroom for a pee he flicked the kettle on and after a satisfying cupper the pills had done their job and they both felt well enough and indeed sufficiently human enough for breakfast, which they ordered from room service and decadently ate it in bed.

By the time they had finished their repast it was approaching 10.30am and they had to vacate the room by noon so Celeste took herself off into the shower while Guy contemplated recent events.

Their trip had certainly provided plenty of saucy entertainment for the pair of them.
It had been a really enjoyable three days and not necessarily for the reasons you might think.
It had been something of a rollercoaster; there were moments when he missed Linda and others when he would have happily stayed with Celeste forever.
The sex was extra special but was that because of the new found “feeling?”
Was the enhanced satisfaction due to the romantic element?
He was very fond of Celeste but he never thought it would become more than that.
He convinced himself that part of the attraction was probably the naughtiness factor, the sneaking around, and the guilty pleasure.
He had missed Linda even though he had almost certainly fallen for Celeste.
Regardless of that he would be glad to get herself back home and reacquaint himself with Linda’s tender loins.
Just then Celeste emerged from the bathroom wearing a toweling dressing gown and stared at his flaccid cock with, what he took to be, a look of disappointment on her face.
So Guy and limpy Pete headed for the bathroom and decided on a soak in the bath rather than a shower.

(Part 03)

As Guy soaked his weariness away he could hear Celeste drying her hair and when that stopped he became curious to know what she was doing.
He discovered that if he craned his neck he could see the reflection in the mirror of her sitting on the bed applying her lotions and potions and Pete twitched.
When he had finished in the bath he dried himself off and then shaved, cleaned his teeth and applied his own fragrances.
Guy walked towards the bed and found Celeste lying on the bed all dry, perfumed and powdered, the toweling dressing gown tantalizingly open to reveal subtle hints of the delights beneath and his awakening continued.
“I’m…” he started to say but she put a finger up to her lips gesturing him to silence and he noticed she was on the phone.
From the content of the conversation he deduced it to be Linda, the third point to their dirty sexual triangle.
Celeste was discussing some clinical cases, test results etcetera so he walked around the bed examining her from every angle and then climbed on the bed next to her.
As a result they were topped and tailed on the bed so he had already decided his next course of action.
By the time he had arrived alongside her, the conversational topic had moved on to chatting about how much she was enjoying the weekend and how well her contribution to the conference went.
Laying on his side, propped up on one elbow in the Roman style he began stroking her silky smooth leg with his spare hand.
Celeste didn’t flinch as he leant forward and kissed the fragrant skin around her knee.
Guy’s little friend who had been conspicuous by his absence all morning was now bulging beneath his towel.
His lips progressed along her thigh but her voice didn’t falter as he breathed in the fresh scent of coconut oil on her skin.
As his lips kissed further and again her voice was unfaltering but her hand had progressed slowly inside the folds of his towel and was absent-mindedly fondling his cock.
Her conversation continued in the same vein as her robe fell open at the waist exposing the length of her thigh up to her hip, he wasted no time in closing the distance and as his lips kissed her hip bone he could detect the faintest fragrance of apple and for the first time her conversational train of thought was broken as she began roughly stroking Guy’s shaft.
“Linda I have to go,” she said as his nose divined the source of the apple scent infused on her pubic hairs and her thighs parted.

Her skin smelled of coconut her pubic hair of apples and her pussy of lust.
“Call me later…” she continued as his towel fell open.
Celeste dropped the phone and tightened her grip on his shaft and began gently tugging harder on his cock.
“Something’s come up” she said to herself
Guy let out a gasp and Celeste released a long soft moaning sigh as his tongue parted her lips before her mouth engulfed his purple bell end and then without disengaging her mouth from my swollen member, in one fluid motion she rolled on top of him and presented her hot pink pussy to him in all its glory and he relished the consumption of the savory flesh and as I nibbled and sucked her labia.
Celeste paused her oral ministrations, but only to let out a moan and gasp, while her pussy let out a whispering fanny fart.
Then when Celeste brought him to the brink of tipping his barrow and she trembled and shuddered, Guy knew it was time to leave her fragrant farting fanny.

(Part 04)

Celeste paused her oral ministrations, but only to let out a moan and gasp, while her pussy let out a whispering fanny fart.
Then when Celeste brought him to the brink of tipping his barrow and she trembled and shuddered, Guy knew it was time to leave her fragrant farting fanny.

He quickly slid from under the delicious doctor and positioned himself behind her with his hands on her hips.
Celeste sat back on her haunches and let the dressing gown fall from her shoulders.
She was watching him in the mirror and she was biting her lip as she leant forward and pushed her hips backwards and as she did so she slid her tight hot pussy along his shaft, moaning softly all the way, then with each penetration she extracted from him, her liquid lips slid from his swollen tip to the throbbing root of his cock and greased his balls.
With a look of immense concentration Celeste was watching Guy’s reflection intently as she performed her dance.
But when her head flopped forward he reached forward and cupped her hanging breasts and knew it was up to him to take her across the finish line.
They were both watching their performance in the mirror when he had taken control, her back was arched and her head thrashing back and forth, swishing her hair like a whirling dervish, then all of a sudden the bedroom door opened with a clatter and when they looked in that direction they discovered it was the maid backing into the room
“Don’t stop” Celeste said in a panting cry “for god sake don’t stop”
At that moment the maid became aware of their presence.
“Sorry sir, sorry madam” she loudly exclaimed and bustled out the room as clumsily as she had entered.
Celeste was not to be deterred by a domestic and was now becoming more vociferous as they neared the precipice.
Guy was firmly gripping her hips, holding on like a jockey trying to hold back a galloping horse but Celeste kept racing on and on until she threw back her head and screamed as they came together exploding in utter ecstasy.
And then dripping with sweat and panting like beasts we fell sideways still joined together.

As they left the room later they saw the clumsy maid in the hall
“This could be embarrassing,” he said
“Au revoir” Celeste said loudly as they passed her.
The maid went crimson red and looked away muttering to herself.
Celeste told him later that a colleague once told her that if you didn’t want someone to look at you, you should address them first.
I don’t know why they were concerned because by their own very low standards they had been model guests in Abbottsford they had behaved much more shamefully in London, on their last outing.
They checked out and walked across the lobby with heads held high, and he had a feeling of immense pride.
Not for the first time on that trip, as they left the hotel and got in the waiting cab he found himself thinking, here we go again, as not for the first time on the trip he found himself thinking of him and Celeste as “us”.

(Part 05)

They didn’t go straight home to Purplemere as they decided to go to the Phoenix Shopping Centre because that was where her favourite lingerie store was “Silk and Lace”.
Guy sat outside a café drinking coffee and guarding the bags while Celeste went into the store.
She was going to take no chances and was going to stock up on everything while she was in the shop and planned to try them all on in the store.
Guy offered to go in with her to help her tuck her puppies in but she declined his offer saying,
“You wouldn’t be helping me, you would be helping yourself”
“The cheek of some people” he thought as he stared at both of hers shimmying inside her jeans.

When she returned a little short of an hour later she was looking almost as pleased with herself as she did when she walked knickerless around her office the first he had her.
“You look very pleased with yourself, have you gone commando again?” he asked unhelpfully
“No” she said indignantly and sat down at the table next to him.
He caught the waiters eye and ordered two coffees
“Did you get plenty of knickers?”
“Yes, and bras” she said “and I bought some treats”
“What kind of treats?” he asked intrigued
“Fishnet tights, for one thing” she replied “for next time”

Once on the train I was relieved to find the carriage was far too busy for any shenanigans, I was completely shagged out.
I was surprised that even the train’s rhythmic motion hadn’t stirred sleeping Pete, who was obviously shagged out as well.
He looked at Celeste’s lovely face, as she sat beside him, and he thought it quite possible that she might be falling in love with him, but then he decided she probably wasn’t and Guy knew he could easily fall in love with her but he decided that he shouldn’t but their hearts were elsewhere as well.
Linda was already unhappy with him banging her girlfriend on a regular basis and had warned them both to curb their excesses.
So he was certain sure she would go bat shit if she thought he and Celeste were romantically involved.

They said goodbye outside his home
“Thanks Guy” she said “for making it such an enjoyable time”
“My pleasure” he responded
“And mine” Celeste said blushing
Then a moment later she continued
“I probably enjoyed it a little more than I should have I think”
He knew that she wasn’t referring to the over indulgence or even the sex.
“Me too” he said
“I’m talking about love” she said
“Me too” he said
“But I love Linda as well” Celeste added
“So do I” Guy said

Later that night in a lusty love triangle, the Doctor, the Nurse and the Practice manager showed their love for each other as Celeste strutted around in her newly purchased lingerie as Linda and Guy drooled for the want of her.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (276) Amy’s Bathroom Fun

(Part 01)

Amy Coates went to the University of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other girls Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly brunette girl, Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD and Claire Jarvis a quiet busty brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
The friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes and as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to rent a house between them for the second and third years.
Amy was five foot eight with long cascading red hair, and a red bush.
She also had mesmerizing green eyes, a heart melting smile, a gorgeous figure, substantial breasts and a pert arse, all gracefully underpinned by stunning legs.
Out of all the girls Amy was the only one of them who was had a boyfriend when they first met during fresher’s week.
Mark Sheridan was four years older than Amy and had already been through University.
He was literally the boy next door for Amy and she had loved him since she was 12 years old but because she was younger and was a skinny tomboy with braces on her teeth she was invisible to him.
But in her haven beneath the comfort of her duvet as her young fingers played with herself roughly she was dreaming of him touching her.
She finally got him in the summer before she went off to Abbottsford and she had him heart body and soul.
After dating for a month Mark went to stay with his grandparents for two weeks and while he was away they began writing love letters to each other via email and when he returned to Shallowfield they made love for the first time, which was also her first time.
But once she had succumbed to him that first time she wanted him all the time, he had created a monster, a beautiful, sexy, large breasted slut monster.
She wanted to do it with him at every opportunity, at any time and in any location and with Amy in Abbottsford and Mark in Shallowfield Amy was severely rationed so when they did get together she wanted as much of him as she could get.
And she would either travel home to Shallowfield to get it or Mark would drive to Abbottsford to give it to her.
But they didn’t get together every week so she made sure she got the full benefit of him when they did.

However sometimes there was a fly in the ointment such as a family get together, which although they were enjoyable in their own way, they didn’t allow as much time for humping and pumping as Amy would have liked, especially as she was severely rationed when she and Mark were apart.

(Part 02)

Sometimes there was a fly in the ointment for Amy and Mark, in relation to satisfying their mutual lust, such as a family get together, which although they were enjoyable in their own way, they didn’t allow as much time for humping and pumping as Amy would have liked, especially as she was severely rationed when she and Mark were apart.

But when they were together during the holidays they made use of every lust filled moment.
It was the same every time, they couldn’t get enough of each other and they weren’t fussy about where they did it when the urge took them.
Such as in the September of her second year at University.

Mark felt suitably refreshed after having two showers in fairly close order either side of the lovely Miss Coates and her display of versatility when giving a fine oral performance on his instrument in her parents garden shed before she went to work.
Despite the rather lengthy ablutions and the felatio he got next door to the Coates house about ten minutes ahead of schedule to find Amy’s dad, had started loading the car without him and Amy hadn’t arrived home from work.
“Hold on, you should have waited for me”
“Hello Mark” he said “I just thought I’d make a start as Amy’s running late”
“Come on then I'll give you a hand”
They had it all loaded and were sitting in the kitchen by the time Amy got home.
“Sorry I’m late” She said “The pub was unbelievably busy”
“Don’t worry darling” her dad said “Mark and I have the car loaded”
“Really?” She said and kissed them both “my heroes”
She then joined them in a cuppa before going to get changed, she was only gone about half an hour and when she came back she was wearing a short denim skirt and a pale blue short sleeved shirt, low cut to show off her lovely tits, and not forgetting blue and white ankle socks.

Her long cascading red hair was still wet from the shower and left damp splodges on the shoulders of her top.
“Do you want something to eat” Amy’s mum asked
“No thanks mum” she answered “We're eating there”
She looked up at the clock then turned to Mark and said
“We need to get going”

The fact they were an hour late leaving didn’t hamper them in any way, in fact because the traffic was lighter they got to the house only ten minutes later than they had originally planned.
They were just taking dinner orders as they arrived so he let Amy choose and Mark started unloading the car.
It was slightly harder work getting it out of the car and into her room than it was getting it loaded back at her house.
Still a couple of the other lads lent a hand and it was soon done and with perfect timing because just as he closed the boot down the pizzas arrived so Amy and Mark took the last two remaining places in the lounge, which were in the window.

There were nineteen people sitting in the lounge drinking wine and eating pizza, not Marks favourite fast food he would have to say, and of the 19 Mark was by far the oldest by some distance.
There were the four housemates and partners plus an assortment of friends.

(Part 03)

There were nineteen people sitting in the lounge drinking wine and eating pizza, not Marks favourite fast food he would have to say, and of the 19 Mark was by far the oldest by some distance.
There were the four housemates and partners plus an assortment of friends.
It wasn’t a bad sized room with three large sofas in it but it was never intended to accommodate nineteen people.
Amy and Mark were seated on the deep windowsill in the bay window.
With a gap of about two feet between them and the back of one of the sofas.
This afforded Mark a great view down the tops of the two girls seated on the sofa, one of them was Alison Holmes, a skinny braless girl with small yet beautifully formed tits and a bad case of OCD, while the other girl was unknown to him, who had a fine pair contained in a green lacy number about two sizes two small and definitely not up to the job.
The cups were so small that both areolas were clearly visible above the line of green lace.
Amy suddenly slapped my thigh
“Are you looking at my friends tits?”
She whispered in his ear, Mark wasn’t sure why she whispered it; the room was so noisy she could have used a bullhorn and no one would have overheard her.
“Yes of course I am, what a stupid question” he replied above a whisper
“You’re a dirty bastard,” she said laughing
Then she put her hand on his lap and started stroking his sleeping soldier who was already half awake.
“Already?” she asked wide-eyed and Mark shrugged nonchalantly, and she continued stroking.
A few minutes later the girl with the big tits and the small bra, turned round and spoke.
“Here Amy look at this”
Amy leant over the sofa between “big tits” and Alison, the braless girl, looking at something on her tablet.
All three of them were laughing at whatever they were looking at the moment he slid his hand up Amy’s skirt and being the slut monster that she was, she didn’t bat an eye lid, not even when he pulled her knickers off her buttocks and half way down her thighs, nor again when he fondled her cheeks.
Only a few moments after his fingers parted her cunny lips did she call a halt to his mischief and sat back down, then she smiled a saucy smile at him and took her knickers all the way off before stuffing them in Mark’s trouser pocket.
“I don’t think I’m going to be needing them” she said and placed his hand between her knees.
They were seated in the perfect place for their purposes, they could see everyone else but they couldn’t see anything of them below the chest, unless they were stood directly facing them and if anyone did that they would stop.
While Mark’s hand slid purposefully between her thighs, hers had returned to the site of his growing erection and she stroked his cock through his shorts.
As his hand neared its destination he felt the hair of her bush brushing the skin on the back of his hand and then his fingers homed in on her pussy.
When she was standing bent over the sofa she was deliciously moist too his touch but when his digits returned to the seat of her moistness he found her creamily wet and she let out a little gasp as his finger went in her.
No one heard it, it was still far too noisy in the room but he couldn’t take her too far because even with the decibel level as high as it was in that place, they would certainly here miss Coates come, because she was not one for a quiet orgasm.

(Part 04)

It was just when he was getting her well lathered up that the lights suddenly went on and the music stopped and some bright spark thought it would be a good idea to raise a toast to the new abode.
Amy tutted and pulled his digit out of her and closed her thighs tight.
“Cheers” she said smiling falsely.
The moment the chinking of glasses was over Amy was on her feet saying
“Come and give me a hand with those boxes then”
Now it’s all very well when you’re a woman and the fun has to stop, because when leaving the room she merely has to contend with sticky thighs.
Mark on the other hand had his shorts filled with a huge boner, standing up was difficult enough and painful to boot and so was walking, but the main problem was concealment.
Behind the sofa it went unseen in a crowded room it was almost another person.
Mark tapped Amy on the shoulder
“What?” she said impatiently and he indicated his predicament with his eyes and she looked down and smiled.
She then picked up their empty pizza box and put it in front of his bulging shorts.
“Can we go now?” she said sarcastically
He nodded and then gingerly followed her out of the room.
Once in the hallway he dispensed with the pizza box and pursued her up the stairs, she was unhindered by a swollen organ so was taking the stairs two at a time, his progress was a good deal slower and when he reached her room she was removing her bra through her shirt sleeve, Mark loved it when Amy did that.
Having already removed her skirt she was standing in the room with her nipples pushing proudly through the fabric of her top and her lush red bush clearly on display.
“Come here” she beckoned “let me make you more comfortable”
Making him more comfortable involved her undoing his shorts and yanking his cock out and playing with it.
“You’re very eager Miss Coates” he said and kissed her
“I’m not going to see you until next Sunday” she said
“It’s only a little over a week” he responded as he was playing with her tits and teasing her nipple through the fabric
“Exactly, that’s why I need it now”
“What are you going to do when Uni starts?” he asked
“You’re not the only one with a wankbank you know” she said and if he hadn’t already been rock hard by then that would have done it.
“I want you so bad” Amy begged as she pulled of his shirt.
“There’s no room on the bed” he pointed out
“You didn’t need a bed the first time you forced yourself on me” she retorted coyly
“I don’t remember needing to be particularly forceful,” he reminded her
“Oh Mark please, don’t stop” he mimicked
“Just shut up and fuck me” she exclaimed
He looked around the room and there really wasn’t anywhere so they looked at each other and said in unison
“Bathroom”

(Part 05)

He looked around the room and there really wasn’t anywhere so they looked at each other and said in unison
“Bathroom”
So they quietly opened the door and crossed the landing Amy first, wearing her blue top, ankle socks and showing off her very hairy bush and Mark followed wearing sports socks, but his cock beat him there by a short head.
Once inside he bolted the door and sat her on the shelf and positioned her just the way he did the first time he penetrated her tight cunny.
Mark pulled her top off over her head and played with her tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips and then she left it poised, Mark twitched his shaft and his bell danced lightly around her hole, the she grasped his buttocks digging her nails into the flesh and pulled his into her
“Oh Mark” she moaned
Being inside her was like wearing a liquid velvet sheath she was so hot and she was so creamy it was like bathing his shaft in warm treacle.
As he pumped into her she let out deep rasping moans
“Mark, Mark” she panted and then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper
Her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her.
Mark could only give her short measured stroked but with each one she uttered
“Oh”
Another
“Oh”
Another
“Oh”
Again
“Ohh”
Again
“Ohhh”
Just one more stroke and
“Ohhhhhhhhh” and she came and then Mark followed her and she kissed him with her hot panting mouth
“God Mark it just keeps getting better”
“It was ok then?” he panted
“You know damn well it was ok you cocky git”
They stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from me before they had to cross the landing back to the room almost naked looking quite rightly like we’d been shagging in the bathroom.
Luckily no one saw them but they were definitely overheard judging my some of the looks they got as they were heading downstairs.

When he got back to the Coates’s it was quite late so he was planning to just park the car and pop the keys through the letter box but just as he was about to post the keys through the door opened, it was her dad.
“Ah Hello Mark I thought I heard the car door” he said
“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” Mark said apologetically
“No I hadn’t turned in yet come in for a nightcap and tell us the tale”
So he spent the next half an hour telling him about the house and her friends, which was a quite uncomfortable experience for him, on one hand because he didn’t know how much Amy would want him to tell them about her student life while on the other because he still had her knickers in his pocket and inside his sticky underwear some of his pubic hair was stuck to his thigh courtesy of their daughter and the house warming.