Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (13) Up at the Crack of Dawn

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.

In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

When brother and sister, Paul and Polly Russell drove from Northchapel to Pangmere they were first timers at the House of Fun and Paul was something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate.

But just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and booked herself in for a two day special though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.

Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.

But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.

When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.

“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.

“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself

He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.

He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.

His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.

What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.

But it seemed to him to be a curious choice for a week away as he was disinterested and she was frigid.

What he wasn’t aware of at that moment in time was that the proprietoress was celebrating her 52^nd birthday, an event which would change his life forever.

On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.

She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.

The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife, to satisfy.

She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.

He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.

That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.

She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.

What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it, and with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.

 

So Yvonne Makin, who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.

When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.

There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.

Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy but her legs were absolutely stunning.

She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled, which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul, who was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.

He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.

But in one obvious way there was no difference at all he also had a friendly open face.

Yvonne thought the girl was gorgeous and would certainly have fun if she let herself and the young man was very cute and if she hadn’t been receiving a generous portion of cock from Martin she would have definitely been interested.

As Paul and Polly looked lost, and because she fancied the former she introduced herself

“Hello, I’m Yvonne”

“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”

“Hi” he said

“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”

She asked cheerfully

“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”

“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”

They both shook their heads in response.

“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”

Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow

“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.

“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke

“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”

Polly and Paul smiled and the former said

“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”

“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”

“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”

“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”

She thought Polly might be a bit frigid but her star stud and his huge cock were on the bill in V3 and she was confident that would get her warmed up, Callum in action would get a nun wet.

 

After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said

“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”

“Am I that easy to read?” he asked

“Pretty much” she replied

“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”

“Well we have a library” Yvonne said

“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed

“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”

She said and they laughed again

“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.

“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked

“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”

“That encouraging news” he said

“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”

“Thank you Yvonne”

 

“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”

What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.

And the next time he saw her when she returned to the Hotel drunk after being stood up at the Restaurant he got to find out just how moist she was when he set out to help her to her room and ended up in his bed.

Paul awoke early in the darkness to the sound of the Beatle’s “Eight Days a Week” emanating from the mobile phone on the bedside table, he could just make out in the half-light a small white hand reaching out and silencing it.

Then he thought “my phone doesn’t make a noise like that” so he tried to figure out where the hell he was and who the owner of the small white hand was.

He tried desperately to identify some point of reference in the room, the problem is that the brain processes what you can see and then fills in the blanks with things from your memory bank.

I.e. when your eyes become more accustomed to the darkness a sleeping dog on the floor becomes a dressing gown discarded the night before, or a sleeping child on the chair becomes a sweater dropped haphazardly.

So he was still struggling to identify any point of reference that would identify his location but to no avail, after all he had woken up in a good many bedrooms over the years.

But just then a head emerged from beneath the duvet and Yvonne kissed him on the chest and it all came flooding back to him she had ridden him like a whirling dervish in the darkness of the night before and when she collapsed on him in an orgasmic heap they must have fallen asleep.

And there she still lay draped across him sighing with contentment.

Yvonne looked up at him and smiled and then the penny finally dropped and she gave him a shocked wide eyed look, not unlike the one when she first saw his aroused cock, as she realised that she was in the bed of one of her guests and his sister was in the next room.

“What do we do now?” she whispered “Will she come in?”

“No” he replied “of course not”

“Good” she replied

“What exactly is the problem?” he asked

“I’m in bed with a guest” Yvonne explained

“And you regret that?” Paul asked

“Not for a second” she said with alarm and then kissed his chest

“I just can’t be seen leaving a guests room in the early hours” she whispered

“Because you’re ashamed” Paul suggested

“Never” she said and sat up and kissed him “Never”

“I’m only teasing” he said and kissed her head

“I’ll keep watch and then you can sneak out when it’s all clear” he suggested

“Ok” she acquiesced

Such was his state of attraction towards her and then doubtless spurred on by the element of danger and with an unfortunate bad sense of timing his cock went hard, very hard.

“Not now” he thought to himself which was when they heard what they presumed to be Polly’s bedroom door open and they both held their breath and then another door opened.

“She’s in the bathroom” Paul said “now’s your chance to go”

So Paul slipped out of bed and picked up his shirt and was just pulling it on over his head when he felt a moist warmth spreading slowly along his shaft until it engulfed him and he looked down to see Yvonne sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock deep in her mouth 

“oh Yvonne you naughty little Spa owner” he said to her as she went about her task with relish.

“I thought you wanted to go” he added as he had one hand caressing her shoulder and the other on the back of her head as he was nearing the threshold
“oh Yvonne if you don’t stop soon I’m going to cum, do you want me to cum?”

Her answer was that she gave him one more full length suck of his cock and then looked up at him with a broad smile and then turned and knelt on the bed with her round white arse in the air.

Her tidy pussy lips clearly on display, and ready to receive him and with her head and shoulders under the duvet in an effort to suppress her vociferous enjoyment of what was about to come.

Standing proudly aroused behind her pouting moist lips and poised for entry he reached across and picked up the top pillow and lay it beside her

“I think you might need that as well” he said and a skinny arm shot out and dragged the pillow beneath the duvet.

In truth he wasn’t sure that would be enough either, she had been a very noisy partner the night before, which was evidenced as he penetrated her right up to his balls and she let out a muffled animal grunt.

God it felt so good and all the more exciting because of the risk of being discovered.

He thought she must be relishing a final taste of sex with a guest, with a man half her age, and she wanted to make the most of it before she returned to normal.

But nothing could have been farther from the truth, she didn’t want it to be the last time, she wanted more, a lot more but she didn’t think that he would.

She thought Paul wouldn’t want to be enjoying her wares after that morning and she wouldn’t be enjoying his.

He could hear her moaning beneath the duvet as her tight pussy continued to receive him.

Yvonne was eagerly accepting him in his bed again and again and her labia greased his shaft and wet his balls with every stroke.

He did wonder as he skewered her, if his sister did happen to catch him ball deep into Yvonne’s pussy if she would have been pleased or disgusted.

She had after all booked him into the House of Fun in order that he would get back in the saddle, so would she be pleased he was riding again or would she show disgust at his choice of ride.  

He did wonder as he skewered her, if his sister did happen to catch him ball deep into Yvonne’s pussy if she would have been pleased or disgusted.

She had after all booked him into the House of Fun in order that he would get back in the saddle, so would she be pleased he was riding again or would she show disgust at his choice of ride.  

But when he return his thoughts to the job in hand Yvonne’s hips were swinging slightly from side to side as he gave her another length and she tried to wriggle deeper under cover because she knew just how much she was enjoying his cock repeatedly spearing her.

He went into her again and she squirmed and squealed, then again, shorter and shallower this time, then again and again, bringing stifled moans in response, like low rumbles from inside the duvet.

Quicker and quicker he went, louder and louder she responded, shorter and shorter, his strokes, he was on the edge, close, she was beyond it and she screamed loudly, so Paul pushed on and on until finally he exploded in her.

Paul stood behind her with his hands resting on her hips savouring the moment, his cock still twitching inside her quivering quim as it oozed around his shaft.

So he stroked her perfect smooth white buttocks absentmindedly committing every moment of that spine tingling encounter to his memory banks.

Reluctantly he withdrew from her comfortable cunny and she collapsed in a spent sighing heap, most of her still hidden beneath the covers.

He kissed the small of her back and slapped her buttock playfully.

“You need to get out of here” he said and began to get dressed again while she was still purring, mostly out of sight as he pulled on his trousers.

“So you used me and abuse me and then throw me out into the cold” she said from beneath the covers

So he threw back the covers and she rolled onto her back and she smiled broadly at him and simultaneously spread her legs wide.

The tableaux shouted out “fuck me again”

“I’m only throwing you out to protect your reputation” he said

“So there’s no time for that now Yvonne, not that I don’t want to as much as you do”

She just lay there looking unconvinced.

“I want you back in my bed or your bed or any bed for that matter just as soon as I can get you there, so you need to move because Polly will be out of the shower any minute now” he entreated

“Oh god” she said “I forgot about Polly”

The wide eyed look of panic was back on her face and she leapt out of bed

“Oh god, oh god” she repeated and paced up and down, “what can we do”

Paul grasped her firmly by the shoulders and looked into her eyes

“Well as gorgeous as your body is” he said appraising every inch of her “putting something on would be a start”

She looked down at herself and jumped in surprise at what she saw she grabbed her top and pulled that on over her head and pulled her skirt up and then stuffed her underwear in her handbag and giggled when she saw him watching.

“Now go and see where she is” she said and opened the door, Paul nodded and slipped out into the sitting room and returned a moment later

“She’s still in the bathroom” he whispered

“Ok” he said “I’ll go first and you follow me out”

She nodded and he kissed her then he turned and opened the door and tiptoed across the room with Yvonne right behind him, he had just reached the door to the vestibule when the bathroom door opened, so he pressed himself flat against the wall, and when he looked back towards Yvonne she looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.  

Then as suddenly as the door had opened it closed again and they both let out long synchronised sighs.

They exchanged a relieved smile and proceeded cautiously out towards the door.

“Will we really do it again?” she asked

“Oh yes” he said

“Really?” Yvonne asked and looked straight at him and he I kissed her and slipped a hand inside her top to cup her breast.

“Do you think I wouldn’t want to play with these again” he said squeezing her titty and she murmured, after which his hand was up her skirt and quickly brushed through the hairs of her bush and slid his finger down her crease.

“And this?” he added and she moaned softly as he removed his finger from between her sticky lips and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

And after a kiss he opened the door and let her slip out into the corridor.

 

When the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road made the transition to the House of Fun Yvonne was Fifty years old.

The small dark haired woman had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but the strain of trying to keep the old business afloat took its toll.

She had bags under her eyes and was losing weight she could ill afford to lose and her once chestnut hair was streaked with grey.

But after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.

But having spent the night with Paul and enjoyed a toe curling night of fabulous sex with a man half her age she felt even younger.

 

So she set about thinking of where when and how she could get him into bed again but more importantly how to get him back inside her at the soonest opportunity.

So her first port of call was the costume department to find an alluring outfit and then to reception to see if one of the grand suites was available.

Paul wasn’t the only one up at the crack of dawn that morning, although in his case it was the crack of Yvonne, Polly had also been an early riser although she didn’t get to enjoy Geoff’s early riser, as they didn’t wake up early enough.

 

Geoff Bolden was a few months older than Polly and a few inches taller, and he lived alone in a flat in Sharpington.

He first saw Polly in one of the voyeur rooms and thought she was lovely and when she stood up and he saw how tall she was that put the icing on the cake.

He actually first met her when she was with her brother Paul the day before in the Jacuzzi seemingly by chance but in reality he had been following her.

 

As he approached the Jacuzzis she said something but he couldn’t hear what, but she clearly embarrassed herself as her face went bright red, and then she dunked her head under the water to cool herself down.

It was ten minutes later before he worked up the courage to join them just as Paul said

“I’m sorry”

“That’s ok” she replied “I just thought on your first time at somewhere different you would find something more imaginative to do than sit in the library”

He had joined them in the Jacuzzi and after a few minutes he suddenly asked

“Forgive me for eavesdropping but did I hear you say this is your first time?”

“That’s right” she replied

“Mine too” he said “it was a present, to “bring me out of myself”“

“Was the gift from a well-meaning sister by any chance?” Paul asked with a grin

“No my father in law, well ex father in law”

“Mine was an “I know you’re divorced but get back in the game” kind of gift”

“I’m still here” she pointed out

“So are you brother and sister then?” he asked hopefully

“Yes” Polly said and he seemed to receive her answer well.

Introductions followed and it turned out that his name was Geoff Bolden and he was a few months older than Polly.

“So what was your gift for?” she asked “Are you divorcee as well?”

“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed

“I’m a widower” he added

“Oh I’m sorry” she said but she was actually happy until the gravity of it sank in.

“That’s ok” he said “it’s been two years, which is why my father-in-law, Jim, thought I should come here so I could “feel alive” again”

“And what do you think of it?” Paul asked

“To be honest I’m like a fish out of water” he replied

“Well at least you didn’t spend the whole day in the library” Polly said

“They have a library?” Geoff exclaimed

“Oh don’t you start” Polly retorted and they all laughed

They chatted in the Jacuzzi for quite a while, in fact they were all quite crinkly when they got out, it turned out that Geoff was on his own and was not with the short plump middle-aged lady with red wig who had also been in the voyeur room.

Paul had noticed a little bit of a spark between his sister and Geoff, and there was a glow about her that he hadn’t seen in her for a very long time.

Of course he didn’t realize that the radiance was due mainly to the fact that she’d been frigging herself like crazy all day.

Any way not being privy to Polly’s recent habitual masturbation he suggested they have dinner together because he was sure they liked each other.

Paul was correct she did like him in particular the fact that he was actually taller than she was which made her feel really feminine.

They decided to go into Pangmere and eat at the Red Lion, which came highly recommended, rather than eat at the Hotel restaurant and it was only a short walk.

 

It was a very pleasant meal and the three of them got on very well and Paul was certain sure that his sister and Geoff were definitely smitten.

The food and the service was every bit as good as they had been led to believe by Agnes the receptionist, and the hours just flew by.

 

When they got back to the hotel Geoff suggested a nightcap in the bar but Paul declined.

“I think I’ll pass” he said “it’s getting late”

The truth of the matter was that he had been the third wheel for long enough and it was time for his sister and Geoff to get to know each other better.

 

So he excused himself, but before he went back upstairs he watched them from a safe distance just to make sure he was right about them and when he was happy he’d made his guess he went on his way and he made a promise to himself to get involved in the fun of the place.

It was as he went back towards the stairs, that led up to his room, that he saw Yvonne Makin coming through the front doors and she was a little the worse for wear through drink and she only made it through the door to the stairwell at her third attempt. 

So he thought he should follow her and make sure she didn’t come to any harm.

In fact so concerned was he for her welfare that he carried her to his suite, where she made a pass at him and he was not repulsed by being kissed by a woman twice his age so he fucked her juicy middle-aged cunny.

 

After leaving the bar in the wee small hours Polly and Geoff walked the halls not wanting the evening to end and ended up in the library where frigid Polly received Geoff from behind as he skewered her on all fours and Polly howled like a hound while he banged her again and again and then through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and Geoff exploded inside her.

Afterwards Polly stayed on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting and sighing, and was very definitely not frigid.

Polly woke up in Geoff’s bed with her head on his chest and designs upon his “early riser” but it wasn’t possible to fulfill her wish as they didn’t wake up early enough.

Geoff definitely wanted her and she definitely wanted him, but she didn’t want Paul to know that she had stayed out all night with a man she had only just met, she didn’t know why.

And had she known that at that precise moment he was in bed with Yvonne Makin she would still have felt the same.

So she kissed Geoff goodbye and did the walk of shame back to her own suite, but she didn’t feel any shame she just felt happy and horny.

She let herself back into the suite quietly and then went into her room equally so where she quickly undressed and put her robe on, then she opened her bedroom door which caused Paul and Yvonne to both hold their breath as they lay beneath his duvet.

Then she opened the bathroom door and went inside to shower.

 

It was a long shower because she had an awful lot of lust to wash off and while she was washing the lust off her body Paul and Yvonne were exercising theirs just down the hall.

When she was finished, she was pristine and then when she was shaved, perfumed, powdered and preened she opened the bathroom door which just happened at the same moment that Paul was trying to smuggle Yvonne out of the apartment without been seen which left Yvonne like a rabbit caught in the headlights.  

However she closed the door almost as soon as she’d opened it and she closed it again because she had forgotten to clean her teeth and Paul and Yvonne both let out long synchronised sighs.

 

When she opened the door the next time she was done and she went straight into her room where she sat naked in front of the mirror and attended to her make up.

When she was satisfied she had made the best use of the makeup she had brought with her she got dressed, first she put on her freshly washed stockings and then her last clean pair of knickers.

She was only supposed to stay for two days so she didn’t bring a lot with her, even though she had more than twice the amount she should have needed, but she hadn’t foreseen the full extent of what she would witness or the fact that she would get so turned on that she would soil so many pairs of panties.

She didn’t have the bra to match her last pair of knickers so she was going to go braless under her last clean top and skirt and the stockings she wore the night before.

Polly had only brought a limited wardrobe with her as she was supposed to return home that day but she was hoping she now had a reason to change her plans and stay on for the whole week.

Paul was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee when Polly emerged 

“God you’re up early” he exclaimed

“So are you, busy day in the library ahead?” she retorted

“Well I am hoping to get my hands on something of quality as it happens” Paul said “What about you?”

“I’m meeting Geoff for breakfast” she replied and blushed

“Oh? It went well then”

“We’re only have breakfast” she said as she put her hand on the door handle but was still blushing, although she was hoping for sausage.    

“Do you want to meet for lunch?” he asked “providing you’ve finished breakfast by then of course”

“I don’t know what you mean” she said and giggled “and I’ll text you about lunch”

 

Geoff was down for breakfast first and sat nervously hoping she wouldn’t stand him up, he had no reason to suspect that she would, she had shown no hesitation in expressing her affection for him.

But he was nervous nonetheless until he saw her walk in the restaurant just after 8 o’clock, and she was smiling from ear to ear.

So after a prolonged kiss they sat down at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant and when they had eaten breakfast she said

“I’m supposed to go home today”

“Do you have to?” he asked

“Do you want me to stay then?” she asked nervously

“Of course I do” he said “I thought you would have known that”

“I hoped” Polly replied

“So will you stay then?” he asked with fingers crossed

“Yes” she replied “But…”

“But what?”

“I need more clothes” Polly said “I only packed for two days, I even had to wash my stockings this morning”

“So you’re wearing stockings again?”

“Steady tiger” she said “Focus on the problem in hand”

“Yes sorry” he said “but I love you in stockings”

“Yes I remember” she said and kissed him

“Well there might be some shops in the village” he suggested “Or the hotel might have a laundry service”

“Clever and sexy” Polly said and kissed him again and then she noticed a pile of information leaflets at the end of the table,

“Perhaps there’s something in here that will tell us”

They picked up a leaflet each and started reading

“Nothing on this one” she said

“Nor this” Geoff added so they picked up another one each

“Here we are, there’s no laundry service but there is costume department were you can choose whatever clothes you want”

“What about undies?” she asked “I’m not wearing second hand knickers”

“There is a shop on the ground floor that sells, and I quote “Underwear, hosiery and accessories” I’m not sure what the last part refers to” he said “but you can buy knickers”

“Good” she responded but she was distracted

“So what are you reading that’s so interesting?” Geoff asked

“It’s a list of positions” she replied

“Really?” he asked bemused “what kind of position?”

Polly didn’t reply she just gave him a look and then the penny dropped

“Oh “positions” he said “which ones?”

“The sultry saddle, the squat, scissors, Face to face

The spider, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, edge of heaven, splitting the cicada, sexy spoons, galloping horse, good spread, kneeling fox, melody maker, man trap, magic bullet, slippery nipple, lust and thrust, the organ grinder, wraparound, lap love, the cat, the bridge, high dive and the shoulder stand”

“God so many?” he said

“That’s just the abridge list” she said

“Are there pictures?” Geoff asked

“Oh yeah” she replied with a leer and let him look as well

 

As Polly and Geoff sat together in the restaurant after breakfast Polly began reading out a list of sexual positions from a brochure they found on the table.

“The sultry saddle, the squat, scissors, Face to face

The spider, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, edge of heaven, splitting the cicada, sexy spoons, galloping horse, good spread, kneeling fox, melody maker, man trap, magic bullet, slippery nipple, lust and thrust, the organ grinder, wraparound, lap love, the cat, the bridge, high dive and the shoulder stand”

“God so many?” he said

“That’s just the abridge list” she said

“Are there pictures?” Geoff asked

“Oh yeah” she replied with a leer and let him look as well

“My God, whatever happened to “Doggie” and “Missionary”” he asked

“Well if you remember we did them already” she said and blushed

“How could I forget” he said and they kissed passionately

“Shall we go?”

“Yes please” Polly replied and then almost as an afterthought she added “bring the list”

As they walked down the hall holding hands he said

“Do you want to go to the shop first?”

“Definitely not” she replied “I don’t think I need to worry about knickers at the moment”

When she realised that she had said it out loud she went scarlet and buried her head in his neck and he put his arm around her.

 

When they got to his suite he opened the door and then stood aside to let her go first.

“I suppose you’re going to take advantage of me again” she said

“Take advantage?” 

“Yes, when you lured me into that library and forced yourself on me” she said

“I think you might be miss remembering the occasion Miss Russell” he told her

“I don’t think so” she said indignantly “I was just a poor unsuspecting girl”

“The way I remember it I didn’t have to take anything” he corrected her “you offered it to me on a plate or should I say on the floor”

The floor of course referred to the floor of the library where he did her on all fours.

“That’s not how it was at all” she said giving him a playful punch

“The way I remember it YOU seduced me” he said

 “I did not,” she said laughing and punched me again

After a couple of minutes of giggling Geoff said

“Anyway, I’m very pleased that you did”

“Me too” she concurred and moved in very close so he could smell her intoxicating perfume.

She had a wantonly pure expression on her face with a twinkle of lust in her beautifully hypnotic green eyes that hinted at her intent as she lent in and kissed him.

Her lips pressed hard against his as her darting tongue flicked in and out of his mouth then he thought she was going to wrap her arms around his neck and really get into it, but instead she took him by surprise by pushing herself away and all of a sudden, so she was standing tauntingly in front of me.

“You don’t get me that easy” she said then she simultaneously pulled the neckline of her top down and lifted up her skirt to give me a glimpse of her bra and panties.

“Do you like these?” she taunted

“They’re very nice” he said “just as nice as they were when you flashed them at me last night”

“You mean when you ripped them from a poor maiden’s defenceless body” She corrected him

“The ones you offered to me on a plate” he said

“Well you’re never getting in them again until you admit you took advantage of me when I was a poor unsuspecting young girl” she said while still flourishing her knickers.

“Well if you put it like that” he said and sprang towards her, taking her completely by surprise.

Polly leapt backwards and screamed as she ran aimlessly around the room trying to evade capture which she did for about thirty seconds before he grabbed her about the waist.

“Leave me alone pervy git” she squealed as he manoeuvred her around and hoisted her up over his shoulder fireman lift style.

“So you were saying?” he said, “Are these the knickers I won’t get inside?”

And as he asked the question he ran his hand up her skirt and then up the leg of her pants and squeezed her bum cheek.

“Get off” she squealed and giggled “Get off”

“Get them off did you say?” he asked

“Get off” she repeated still giggling

“No problem at all” he said and yanked her knickers off her arse and pulled them down to her knees, and then he spanked her bare arse.

“Now what shall I do with you?” he asked

“You’re going to take advantage of me again,” she suggested

“Yes but where” he pondered

“Rapist” she shouted “Defiler of maidens”

“I know” he said and carried her to the dining room and plonking her on the table.

“Offered to me on a table, on a plate”

“Oooh yes” She answered and lay down.

Geoff wandered about the room, discarding his clothes as he mused

“Or bent over a chair?”

“Yes, yes” she squealed and pulled off her knickers

“On the floor perhaps” he suggested “Like in the library”

“Ok” she said now kneeling on the table divesting herself of her dress.

“Doggie?” he pondered

“Yes” Polly said discarding her bra

“Missionary?” he asked

“Or cowgirl?”

“Yes, yes, and yes” she screamed

“I just don’t know which one though, my poor defensive maiden” he said and sat down on the dining chair in front of her.

“I just don’t know what I fancy”

“I do” she said and slithered off the table and onto his lap, placing one hand on the table and the other on the back of his chair.

Polly was half biting her lip and half smiling as she then lowered herself towards his purple headed erection and he felt his helmet touching her creamy lips and Polly’s whole body trembled as her lips enveloped his knob and she growled as it entered her.

Geoff had both hands on her hips as she completely engulfed his cock.

“So you’ve thrown yourself at me again honey” he said making eye contact with her

“You weren’t decisive enough” she said, “Some of us have an itch to scratch”

Her statement was followed by a moan of self-satisfaction “Ohhhhh” she moaned at the deepest point of penetration as her 

Cunny slid down to his balls.

His hands were now on her buttocks as she warmed to her task, rising and falling on him in a steady rhythm.

Her eyes were shut as she rose again and they opened wide as she slid all the way down his shaft again.

Polly kissed him, and then her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she began to pump her pussy on him like a steam hammer.

Panting hard through gritted teeth she pounded her cunt on his shaft again and again until she jerked to a conclusion and yelled.

“Oh my God” and then she jerked again as he came too.

“How good am I?” she asked smugly and kissed him

“Not bad” he replied

“I was bloody amazing” Polly said very satisfied with her performance and her orgasms.

“You were bloody marvellous” he panted

 

Just at the moment Polly was sliding her pussy down Geoff’s shaft Paul was getting dressed in his room and he received a text message.

“I’m in the Georgian Room, come quickly, Y”

“I’m on my way” he said to himself and he felt a stirring in his pants.

 

He eagerly left his suite and took the stairs two at a time to reach the Georgian Room.

He paused momentarily and then he knocked on the door and when the door opened he was surprised to see Yvonne standing inside in full evening wear.

“Hello” he said with genuine surprise

“Hello Darling” Yvonne said “Come in”

Once he was inside she slipped off her stole and dragged it behind her as she led him into the bedroom on six inch heels and then she stooped at the foot of the huge four poster bed and Paul thought she looked absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress.

As he would have expected she was perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves, and jewellery and he assumed her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.

“You look really sexy” he said mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.

“You make me feel sexy” she said “You make feel like I’m still an attractive woman”

“You are still a sexy woman” Paul said “And I want you”

Yvonne slipped the shoulder straps off and let the dress fall to the floor and he got his answer as to her underwear, there wasn’t any.

She stood before him naked except for black stockings and six inch heels.

“Am I still sexy?” she asked

And in response he stripped and his engorged cock was evidence of his opinion on the matter.

He could have fucked her then and satisfied their lust but instead they made gentle tender love and they took each other beyond the abyss.

“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed him as he lay on top of her.

“Was that what you had in mind to make you feel sexy” he asked between pants

“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh and reluctantly, he withdrew from her and rolled off her where in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath the duvet and went to sleep.

 

It wasn’t the last time that they made love like that but they were not averse to a good old fashioned nerve tingling fuck either.

After her birthday treat with Paul Yvonne never again shared Martin Reed with his wife.

Because she had a man half her age keeping her well and truly serviced.

Paul sold his Northchapel flat and rented one in Finchbottom so he could visit Yvonne regularly although in truth he rarely slept in it.

Martin Reed continued to be a regular at the House of Fun but she never forgave him for humiliating her when he stood her up and he never knew who had replaced him on Yvonne’s nest.

 

Polly and Geoff became a couple and bought a house together in Sharpington and treated themselves to one long weekend a month at the House of Fun where they would choose a different position from the brochure.

Polly knew that Paul was a regular in Pangmere but she didn’t know just how regular and she never found out who he was seeing for a long time or what he was doing but the one thing she did know for sure was that he wasn’t going to the library, well not just to read anyway.

She was just overjoyed that he was going there and was living his life.