She slipped off her long leather coat.
Revealing just her
underwear
Standing before me
dressed all in black
A leather Basque, lace
panties
A garter belt and
stockings
And six-inch stiletto
heels
I was instantly
aroused
And wanted her there
and then
But instead she knelt
before me
At the altar of my
lust
And took the sacrament
She wears sexy underwear
And speaks dirty to me
I handle her roughly
Like a rag doll
I bend her to my will
I grope at her breasts
Toy with her nipples
My fingers first probe
Then penetrate her hot
wetness
And revel in her
response
Then she begs me to
enter
And as I do I feel her
shudder
Such burning passion
Consumes us both
As we are lost in the baseness
of the act
Filthy words spill
from her lips
As we exorcized our
lust
Then sweet ecstasy
In the moment
Of our passions
culmination
The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of
Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a
few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside
the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock
Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where
28-year-old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.
His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six
bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two
years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older,
who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had
the house to himself the vast majority of the time.
He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an
illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the
summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of
distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily
distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in
the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely
strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.
That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St
Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of
inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.
At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his
normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant
wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number
on the balloon was of any significance.
However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them
in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she
planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.
Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would
when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual interludes followed, until
the day finally arrived when she got what she wanted, and more because he took
her cherry and her heart.
But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time came for
Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, but
she was back home for Halloween as they were heading to Finchbottom for a fancy
dress Halloween Party and he was picking Clarissa up from her house, he was
dressed as a Roman, but he had no idea what she was going to be wearing, she
had been very secretive about it, but she said he would love it.
So he drove next door and got out and let himself in her house and
shouted
“Clarissa! Where are you?, we’re going to be late”
“I’m in the kitchen” she called back so he walked across the hall and
into the kitchen and found Clarissa lying draped provocatively across the
kitchen Island, wearing her claret and blue hockey kit, casually teasing a her
nipple through the Claret fabric of her shirt with one hand and fingering
herself with the other.
“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked “or is
punctuality more important”
“Punctuality is always important” he replied “but it is also rude not
to except a gift when its offered”
“I know how much you dislike tardiness so I started without you to
save time” she said coyly
“So I can see,” Alex said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously
frigging herself up the leg of her pale blue knickers, and he lifted his toga
to release his stirring beast, and then he stood there looking down on her,
keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping and sliding
herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.
When she had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm and then she
lustily sucked the tangy grease from her fingers he grabbed her by the knees
and dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.
Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the island, Clarissa’s cunny
was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in
spearing her up her knicker leg.
“Oh God Alex” She moaned, “That feels so good”
He withdrew ready to go again, but so impatient was she that Clarissa
wrapped her skinny legs around him and pulled him back into her, and she moaned
loudly and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her
again.
Alex gave her another length and her hands gripped the sides of the
Island to brace herself and Clarissa gave great panting moans with each stroke
and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and her
knuckles showed white as she gripped the counter harder with each thrust.
Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans
had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted
into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and
and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost
control and in short pumping spasms he shot and Alex looked down at the sweaty
panting ginger beauty in her hockey kit, and he found himself wondering how
many other outfits from her schooldays she still had in her wardrobe.
As he withdrew down the leg of her pale blue
hockey knickers, he looked down at his handiwork
“Your lovely hockey knickers are saturated”
he said proudly “you won’t be able to wear them tonight”
“It’s ok” she said “I have two spare pairs
in my hand bag”
“Why two?” he asked
“Well it not like you’re not going to stop
on the way to the party” she said as she pulled her wet pants down her thighs “and
fuck me again, in our lay-by”
There layby was on the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the
entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees shielding
it from the road on one side and a shrubby copse separating it from fields
beyond, on the other, and it had been the sight of many lusty adventures
between them.
“I have clearly created a monster” he said and kissed her “a cute
nubile monster, but a monster nonetheless”
A lustful smile was on her lips
When he responded “treat” to her
As her cloak slipped to the floor
Leaving every inch of her bare
“Like what you see?” she purred
“Very nice indeed” he whispered
“You may take for your pleasure
All my delicious candy treasure”
A witch appeared on Halloween
She was clearly a natural blonde
And when asked to step inside
She played with the wizard’s wand
They had been friends
since Montessori and were in the same halls together at Abbottsford University
and were going share a flat together during their second and third years.
But apart from the
fact that they came from wealthy families and were well educated, to the casual
observer they didn’t appear to have anything else in common.
Clarissa was
beautiful, with thick curly ginger hair, elegant, slim and petit, bubbly and
outgoing, and dressed to turn heads, whereas Mira was not beautiful, though she
was not unattractive to look at, she was also not bubbly or outgoing and always wore black, she even had her brunette
hair dyed black.
she was taller than
Clarissa, and slender with nice long legs, though few people saw them as she
normally wore long skirts, or loose fitting trousers, but where her friend was
busty, Mira was less well endowed, though she was not flat chested.
Clarissa was an
extrovert, precocious, a real Lolita, confident, self-assured, pretty and she
knew it, though not in a cocky way.
Mira was a shy,
socially awkward bookish girl who appeared to lack self-confidence
Being with Clarissa
made her feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, and
she had lived her life on her friends coat tails and it was thought that
without Clarissa she would flounder, but they were wrong.
Although they were
both bright intelligent girls there was more to life for Clarissa but Mira was
not a party girl and she was best described as bookish as she had
the habit of peering over her specs.
One other way in which
they differed was sex, Clarissa had been obsessed with sex since the moment she
hit puberty, not that she was sexually active, other than the usual
masturbation, but she obsessed over losing her virginity, not the when, but the
who.
She set her cap at
Alex Monroe when she was a very young girl and not long after her 18th
birthday, she got him.
However Mira had gone
through puberty with absolutely no interest in sex, she was much more in tune
with the romantic characters in the literature she read.
That was at least
until Clarissa started telling her in graphic detail about Alex and what he did
to her and what he had her do to him and all of a sudden all the repressed
feelings came to the fore, and she couldn’t stop abusing herself, and she had
amassed a sordid selection of sex toys to deal with her urges and although she
hadn’t had a man inside her she’d had a lot of substitutes over the three
months since she started wetting her knickers.
But even though she
had awakened sexually she still didn’t envisage progressing onto the real
thing, not with the people within her social circle at any rate as they didn’t
measure up against the romantic heroes in her books.
However that all
changed on the day she met Colin Monroe.
Mira had arranged to pick Clarissa up from her house and drive over to
Purplemere where they were meeting a group of old school friends for lunch at
La Florenza.
However, as was her habit, she was twenty minutes early, so when she
knocked on the front door of the St Claire house, it was her Mum who opened it.
“Hello Mira”
“Hi Mrs St Claire, is Clarissa in?”
“She’s at the Monroe’s” she replied disapprovingly, not having come to
terms with the fact her daughter was seeing a man ten years older than her
“Oh ok, I’ll go and jolly her along” Mira said “Bye”
As she was walking next-door, a thought suddenly popped into her head,
namely had Clarissa popped next door for a quickie and more importantly would
she catch them in the act, and the possibility that she might, aroused her.
Which was when she recalled some of her friend’s sexual antics as
described by Clarissa in detail and she found herself trying to decide which
position it might be and that aroused her even more.
However, when she rang the doorbell the door was opened by a fully
clothed Alex Monroe.
“Hi Mira, come in, she’s in the kitchen”
“Thanks Alex” she said and stepped inside, and then she heard voices
coming from the kitchen as she crossed the hall and she wondered who the male
voice was, as Alex was still two steps behind her.
When she stepped into the kitchen, she found Clarissa sat on a stool
talking to a younger version of Alex, slightly heavier set with darker hair and
much more conservatively dressed, in a black three piece suit, black bow tie
and glasses.
“Hi” Clarissa said and got up and hugged her and then added.
“Mira, this is Colin Monroe”
“Nice to meet you” he said and offered his hand for her to shake, and
when she took it, the handshake lasted much longer that it needed to, and
Clarissa and Alex looked on and smiled.
It was half an hour later when the girls left to drive to Purplemere
and Mira wasn’t sure whether the way she was feeling was due to the fact that
she was highly aroused when she walked into Alex’s kitchen, but regardless she
was smitten and furthermore she had a target for her lust.
Colin Monroe was the brains of the family as at 26 years old he was
the youngest Professor on campus in Adelaide, where he was curator of the
University Library, and periodically taught classical literature, and he had
been in Australia for two years.
He had returned to the village of his birth, firstly to see his brothers and secondly to use the
house as a base while he carried out the task the University
had sent him there to do, namely to examine some 18th Century
manuscripts that the University wanted for their library, and more importantly
he needed to verify their authenticity before they parted with their cash.
Colins parents had
retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was
left jointly to him and his older brothers, but with him living and working in
Australia and eldest brother Greg, owning and running a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, book
illustrator Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.
All in all he was only going to be in the UK for a month or so and he
planned to make full use of his time in Downshire, the reunion with his
brothers, catching up with friends and of course the University business, what
he had not returned to Dulcet on Willow for, was to meet someone he was
attracted to when he was only going to be in the country for a few weeks, but
it happened anyway.
However he decided to dismiss it from his mind and concentrate on the
reason he was there in the first place, and all was going well until two days
later when he and Alex were in Abbottsford in the Labuschagne Coffee House,
when the girls suddenly walked in, a meeting clearly engineered by his brother
and his girlfriend.
The girls didn’t stay long as they had lectures to get to, but it was
long enough for them to make a deeper impression on each other.
Colin truly liked her
and he didn’t want to lead her on, as he would be back in Adelaide by
Christmas, and furthermore she was only 18.
Mira had no such
concerns, she had already taken into account that she might not see him again
after December, but she was prepared to take that risk, so she decided that she
would act on her feelings the next day, which was Halloween.
Mira didn’t live in Dulcet on Willow, although she was born there, her
parents moved the family to Dulcet Meadow when she was 11, so she had to drive
to Willow.
She knew from talking to Clarissa that she and Alex would be away from
the house all evening as they were going to a fancy-dress Halloween party.
Mira smiled to herself as she was wearing “Fancy
Dress” of her own.
It was 9 o’clock by the time she drove onto the Monroe’s drive and
approached the front door.
Colin was enjoying a quiet night alone, there seemed to be a lot more
coming and goings in the Monroe house than he remembered, so the prospect of
spending the evening alone was very appealing, so he kicked off his shoes,
slipped off his jacket and unbuttoned his waistcoat and poured himself a drink.
After sitting alone quietly reading a book for about half an hour he
was disturbed by the sound of the doorbell, his first thought was that it was
trick or treaters, so he ignored it and poured himself another drink, then
there was another more persistent ring, and he ignored it again, then came
another even more persistent ring, so he got up and walked out to the hall and
reluctantly opened the door.
He was just about to give the trespassers a piece of his mind when he
realized it was Mira.
“Oh hello” he said “Come in”
Mira had never felt sexier as she did in that moment as she stood on
the door step, or hornier for that matter, and she was determined that she would
very soon use her sexiness in order to have Colin satisfy her urges.
As she walked past him into the hall he realized there was something
different about her and as he looked her up and down he realized what it was,
She was wearing heels instead of flats, and a short skirt revealing her lovely
long legs.
“It’s a bit late for trick or treating” he said
“And which would you choose “Trick or treat”?” she asked as she
slipped off her coat
“Definitely a Treat” he replied
Mira took his reply as the green light and she pushed him back against
the wall and kissed him and in response to his returning her kiss she laced her
skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close.
“Is everything black?” He asked after pausing the kiss
“Of course” she replied, and she wasn’t lying, even her pubes were
dyed black
The kiss resumed and the combination of the all black attire, and the
fact that he knew from Clarissa that it was her first kiss, was making his cock
throb like a Formula 1 engine.
His hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on her the
surprising delight of pert little buttocks and after a few minutes she was
relieved when he grabbed a handful of her skirt with one hand and slipped the
other one under it.
When he had both hands up her skirt and settled on her silk clad
buttocks, he determined she was wearing a teddy and a suspender belt.
She was pressed tight against him and her tongue continued to
energetically explore his mouth as he pirouetted her so her back was now
against the wall then he slipped his thumbs inside her knicker legs and with
his fingers tracing the shape of her buttocks they followed the lace trim
slowly towards the gusset were he unpopped the poppers one by one, and when the
fourth had yielded his hands fondled the exquisite globes of liberated flesh of
her well defined cheeks, even more delightful when naked.
Mira disengaged her mouth from his and burrowed her face in his neck
instead and as she nuzzled his neck his hands traversed her landscape until one
hand paused on her soft belly, poised to descend and as if to hasten its
arrival Mira began nibbling at his collar bone, his neck, his earlobe, and then
her tongue was in his ear, and she trembled as his fingers crossed the threshold
and drifted through her lush bush, and he slipped a finger into her crack.
She stopped tonguing his ear the second his fingertip touched her
crease and rested her forehead on his as she moaned at him.
Lacking any finesse on his part, and any self-control on hers, he
quickly fingered her creamy cunny until she came loudly in his face.
Mira’s panting mouth kissed his lips and her hand unsubtly settled on
the waist of his trousers, and she immediately began undoing his belt, but
Colin took hold of her hand and said
“As it’s your first time lets go upstairs”
“My first time?”
“Sorry I thought you were a virgin” he clarified
“Who told you that?”
“Clarissa mentioned it” he confessed
“Well I am” she admitted, “but treat me as if I wasn’t”
Mira then walked to the middle of the room and sank to her knees on
the Persian rug.
And as she did he undid his trousers and knelt behind her so he could
do her on all fours on floor, as she clearly wanted.
“I’ll be gentle baby” he said and she looked at him over her shoulder
and replied
“There’s no need”
So he lifted her skirt off her buttocks and he entered her
superlatively tight pussy and her response was instant and loudly appreciative.
“We should do this upstairs,” he said
“Shut up and do me,” Mira begged, so he obliged
Her skirt kept falling down over her buttocks as he banged her so he
grabbed a handful of skirt and slipped his fingers inside her waistband , while
the other hand caressed her rump and to the casual observer it would have
looked like he was a bronco rider as Mira’s head was rolling wildly from side
to side, swishing her hair as she bucked and howled as he banged into her again
and again, until through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and he
exploded inside her.
Afterwards Mira stayed on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting
and sighing as he pulled out.
“Wow that was even better than I’d hoped” she said and chuckled
“Was this what you planned then?” he asked her
“Yes” she replied and after a few minutes the panting Miss Cooke got
unsteadily to her feet and redressed herself.
“Shit” She said looking down at
herself and noticing the large holes in the knees of her stockings.
“What?” he asked
“I’ve ruined my stocking, that
wasn’t part of the plan” she said and laughed
“I wouldn’t worry, you won’t need stockings where we’re going” he said
and took hold of her hand and led her upstairs.
Stephen Tanner lived alone in the village of Sharping-St Mary only a few miles from Purplemere.
He lived in a small three bedroom Tudor cottage which suited him
perfectly as he was only 5ft 6 so the low beams didn’t affect him.
He worked in Purplemere three days a week but worked from home the other
two.
It was a well-paid job and he was good at it but he didn’t enjoy it and
it neither focussed nor fulfilled him.
It was on Friday morning between Christmas
and New Year when the phone rang and when he read the caller ID he saw it was
his mum.
“Hi mum” he said
“Hello Stephen darling, I can’t talk long, I
have another favour to ask”
“Could Nicola stay for a couple of nights
before leaving for the missions?”
Nicola was the daughter of his mums best friend Karen and she was also
his first crush and she going to be staying under his roof and Nicola had a lot
to answer for, Stephen got his first stalker thinking about her and furthermore
he had his first wet dream over Nicola, well not exactly over her obviously,
but she was in his dream when he creamed his PJs.
And it was Nicola who was the first to
feature in his wank bank.
Nicola was six years older than him and he
was smitten with her from the first moment he saw her, and when he thought back
to that time he was sure she was with him, but nothing ever happened, apart
from a kiss, one single solitary kiss, a kiss that blew his mind.
But when she had stayed with him a month earlier they had finally laid
the ghost of their unfulfilled relationship when he laid her on the sofa.
So Nicola could most certainly stay for a
couple of nights and he got a very distinct trouser tickle just at the thought
of it.
She would be arriving some time that
afternoon so he went off and made up the spare bed for her though he hoped she
wouldn’t be needing it.
Unfortunately the weather had taken a turn
for the worse with heavy snow moving across the country from the east.
He had no way of knowing where Nicola was as
he didn’t know exactly where she was coming from, he didn’t even have a phone
number for her.
Stephen phoned his mum about seven o’clock
and she did have a phone number but all she could do was leave a voice mail as Nicola
wasn’t picking up, then about an hour later he had a call from Barbara Hicks brother to say that
Barbara and Nicola were stuck on the M11 in heavy snow and would get to him as
soon as they could.
They finally arrived a little after eleven
o’clock with the snow falling fast again.
Due to the lateness of the hour and the
treacherous conditions he insisted that Barbara stay the night as well, which
meant sadly that he wouldn’t be exploring amidst Nicolas unruly black pubes.
He left them both in the kitchen making a hot
drink while he went upstairs to make up a bed for Barbara in the box room.
It was a bit frustrating having the
expectancy all day of enjoying Nicola’s delightful bod only to be denied it by his
own generosity.
It was the only thing to do though under the
circumstances he would just have to go to bed with the nagging want and be unable
to slake his thirst.
The only consolation was that he thought Nicola
might be lying under the duvet just as horny and disappointed as he was.
Stephen had a very disturbed night’s sleep
full of erotic imagery, past and present lovers dressed as snowflakes
frolicking before him, or enjoying a sixty-nine on a sheepskin rug, an angel
bent naked over the sofa wearing nothing but wings.
In fact every woman he had ever had or wanted
to have appeared during the course of the night.
As a result he awoke the next morning
un-rested and very, very horny.
He decided to get up and shower in an attempt
to buck him up, but although he felt clean and fresh it merely masked his
fatigue.
So he slipped on his dressing gown and went
downstairs and was surprised to find Barbara sitting at the kitchen table
nursing a mug of coffee.
“Morning” he said far more brightly than he
felt “Sleep well?”
“Good morning Stephen, yes very well thank
you” she replied formally before continuing
“I hope it was ok, but I made myself
breakfast”
“Yes of course it was” he replied as he
looked out the window.
“It’s stopped snowing then?” he observed
“Yes” she replied, “I’m going to make a move
shortly, get while the going is good as it were”
And she smiled broadly after her statement, he
didn’t know if it was because he was feeling so washed out or not but Barbara
certainly appeared to be a much brighter person than he was expecting compared to
the Ms Frosty knickers that he met the last time she was in his home.
While Barbara was outside defrosting the
Morris Minor he sat at the kitchen table drinking a coffee when it finally
dawned on him what Barbara’s early departure meant, a revisit to the Missionary
position.
Barbara came back inside after warming up the
car
“I won’t disturb Nicola” she said
“Why not”? I thought “I’m going to the minute
you’ve gone”
“She could use the rest,” she continued
“Good idea” he agreed
“Well I will see you on Sunday” she said
“Bless you for your kindness”
He watched the Morris Minor drive away then waited
for five minutes before he ascended the stairs.
Stephen gently opened the bedroom door and
tiptoed inside and he could see her pajama trousers lying draped on the foot of
the bed.
The first thought to enter his mind was that
she had removed them in order to allow her ease of access to her pussy to
satisfy herself after the disappointed of not getting rogered.
He slipped off his dressing gown and let it
drop to the floor and his pants followed close behind and then he got under the
duvet and cuddled up close to her and he was delighted to find her naked below
the waist.
Nicola was on her side with her back to him
and his first thought was to spoon her but instead he backed away and rolled
her gently onto her back.
Stephen kissed her lips but got no response
so he un-buttoned her pajama jacket all the way down to the bottom.
Once he had dealt with the final button he
slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great tome and looked down
on her in the half-light and admired both her body and his craft.
Her breasts had all but disappeared but her nipples
sat there invitingly so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it
gently.
Nicola murmured softly in response but she
didn’t waken but his suckling was obviously fueling an erotic dream.
He left her erect swollen nipple wet with his
saliva and watched her sleeping face as his hand drifted across her belly to
her lush curly bush and dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she
still slept.
After a moment his finger parted her lips
like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
She murmured again in response to his fingering
but despite his attentions she still remained asleep.
Having reached the point where he couldn’t
have got her any wetter if he fingered her all night and not awakened her he
decided to mount her.
He carefully positioned himself between her
thighs and slid his cock between her sticky lips all the way up to his aching
balls and she sucked in air through her teeth.
The first stroke just added to her already
lip creaming dream, the second had much the same effect but caused her to stir
a little beneath him and lick her lips.
The third brought her to that ecstatic point,
that hinterland between erotic dream and sensual reality, unsure if she was vividly
dreaming of receiving cock or if she was actually receiving cock.
However the fourth penetration left her in no
doubt as she open her eyes and she knew for sure that he was inside of her.
“Oh Stephen” She said and smiled at him then she
closed her eyes again as her penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish
with each penetration making her squirm beneath him
A few strokes later she came deliciously
noisily and spurred on by her audible appreciation of his efforts he went at
her harder and faster and her knuckles whitened as she was gripping the
headboard as she moaned and writhed beneath him she came again and as he
reached the precipice her utterances were growing higher in frequency until she
reached Shangri-La
“Oh Godddd Stephen” she screamed and with her
writhing sweating body prostrate beneath him he explode inside her
“I wasn’t expecting that” she panted as he withdrew
and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she
cuddled up to him.
“If you weren’t expecting it why didn’t you
have your bottoms on?” he asked puzzled
“I took them off because I thought you would
come to see me last night” she replied, “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to with Barbara in
the house in case she heard us,” he said
“You didn’t need to worry” Nicola added,
“She’s a bit deaf and she sleeps like the dead”
“Never mind I got here eventually,” he said
“Mmmmm” Nicola replied
After fucking Nicola awake in the half-light of morning they spent the
rest of the day in each other’s company.
It was fairly mundane to be honest she did her washing and ironing while
he pottered around in his study.
However the mundanity of the day was more than compensated for by the
nerve tingling sexual interludes, which were numerous, and as far from the
mundane as it was possible to get.
She wanted to make the most of the time they had together as well as
packing for the journey.
Her time with him was almost up and when Nicola left his house on the
morning of the 30th of December and she travelled to China he would
probably never see her again.
But she left an indelible impression on him so as they lay in each
other’s arms on their last morning together he said
“Don’t go”
“I have to go” she replied sadly
“But I love you Nicola” he said and she
gasped
“And I love you”
“Then don’t go”
“But I have to” she said “it’s my life’s
work”
“I know” he replied “So let me come with you”
She just lay there silently and grasped his
hand in hers and putting it to her lips she kissed it and said
Dora Lesinska walked towards him and his
eyes were drawn to the delights of her unfettered breasts, which danced
erotically inside her white blouse.
She saw him staring but his gaze was transfixed and unshakable and she turned
up her nose as she passed him but glanced in his direction, a glance conveying
utter disgust, then she threw her head back rather theatrically and headed for
the street door.
So he turned to watch her exit, and enjoyed her buttocks doing a very dirty
rumba inside her skirt, but then Dora stopped at the door and gave him another
look, once again heavily laced with disgust.
And Just at that moment the sun suddenly appeared from behind a cloud which illuminated
the girl dramatically and spectacularly from behind and this serendipitous
event rendered her blouse transparent, and her perky breasts which he had
enjoyed so much inside her blouse Were now revealed in all their splendour
surmounted by dark pink nipples, as clear as if she were naked.
Unaware of her circumstance she delivered yet another contemptible look and
then Dora asked.
“Have you seen enough?”
He smiled and nodded and then as the sun went behind a cloud he replied loudly
“I have now thank you”
Paul Larkin sat drinking black coffee alone in the Addison’s café in Shallowfield
just killing some time and he noticed her instantly as she entered, Dolores
Genuardi, he was powerless to resist the movement of his eyes, as like magnets they
were drawn towards the striking young woman's and her stunning beauty, her hair
appeared black as a raven's wing as it caressed the dark caramel skin of her
shoulders, but with the sun shining through the fine strands they betrayed its true
brunette nature.
But out of the sun her hairs dark lustre
framed the simple beauty of her face, which he studied as he took another sip.
Firstly her full moist lips which broadened into a smile, the delicate
curve of her small nose and the hypnotic depth of her dark brown eyes which
looked back at him and held his gaze, and as if reading his thoughts they
burned through him and touched his soul.
Dolores was distracted momentarily so his eyes wandered the soft brown
nakedness of her neck and shoulders until reaching her bountiful breasts, where
white lace fringed their fullness, he met her eyes again and her smile
broadened and her cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of his loins.
She turned away and he continued his
lustful journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her firm buttocks like a
second skin hugging her contours as he longed to do.
As she sat down at an adjacent table and
his gaze once more returned to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they rearranged
themselves within their lacy confines.
And then their eyes met again and she smiled,
knowing his thoughts and revelling in them.
The blushing Spanish maiden had to look
away and fumbled in her bag while she regained her composure as the embers’
glowed within her of what could become an unquenchable fire.
She took out a cigarette in her slender
fingers and he noticed her hand tremble for a moment before placing it between
her luscious lips and he envied its intimacy with her mouth.
Paul reached across and the void between
their tables and offered her a light.
Dolores smiled as he lit it and he joined
her where he bought her coffee and they talked and laughed then drank more
coffee and talked and laughed some more.
His eyes still took every opportunity to
peruse her fine young body as he was held captive by her Spanish eyes, but as
he looked upon her sweet face, they were only biding their time until the
moment when she would use him to quell the fire uncontrollably burning inside
her and he would look into her Spanish eyes as her pretty face contorted in
orgasmic bliss.
Alison Holmes 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 Amy Coates, a tall big
busted girl, Carole Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl 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.
Alison was a little bit on the OCD side of
normal but she was a nice girl.
She was, by her own admission, a rather
stick thin and plain looking girl with in her opinion three redeeming features,
the most stunning eyes, good legs, she liked her legs, and straight shoulder
length blonde hair.
Alison didn’t have a boyfriend and everyone
falsely assumed because of her germaphobia that she wouldn’t have sex because
it was all a bit messy.
But in truth she had more sex the the other three put
together, which was saying something as Amy was quite slutty, monogamous but
slutty.
Alison liked sex in fact she really liked sex and
subsequently was certainly the most promiscuous of the four house mates.
She just had two rules which were unnegotiable,
firstly she insisted that the man had to shower first and she had to shower as
soon as possible afterwards.
Also contrary to popular belief she didn’t mind oral
sex, but she would only give head if the recipient wore two condoms.
Even with those stipulations she still got well and
truly seen to on a regular basis and Alisons most regular partner she met by
chance and he met her criteria quite serendipidously.
Her most regular partner, Eric Jespersen, she met by
chance after bumping into him in the park one night and they ended up bumping
uglies up against an old oak tree.
Eric was on his way back to his block after having
been swimming and so he met Alisons criteria however serendipidously.
It turned out to be the first of many such
encounters and one of their favourite venues was the Leisure Centre Swimming
pool.
Though the first occasion happened again quite by chance.
Eric was a regular swimmer and he was at the pool almost every day but for
Alison it was a rarity as she wasn’t really sure how hygienic a public pool
could be.
But she allowed herself to be persuaded by her flat mate Carole who
didn’t want to go alone.
It was a very modern facility with unisex changing rooms which had two long
rows of cubicles’ flanked by lockers.
Eric very much liked the idea that when he was in a cubicle drying his
tackle there was only an inch of MDF separating him from some nubile naked lass
drying her young fanny.
He had finished
his swim and was in a cubicle at the far end of the row, furthest from the
pool, where he got himself dry and was about to redress but realised he’d left
some of his stuff in his locker.
So he wrapped his
towel around his naked lower half and went to retrieve his pants and socks.
It was at the
point when he spotted Alison, who recognised him instantly and smiled warmly.
He then nodded in
the direction of his cubicle door and she blushed
“Come on Ali” Carole
called “come in and close the door”
Alison nodded and
smiled and mouthed the words “Five minutes”
“Ok I’m coming”
She replied to Carole and hoped she would be very soon.
Eric sat in his cubicle
and the anticipation was making him quite hard knowing Alison was only a few
yards away and undressing for him and would soon be knocking on his door
wearing only a swimsuit.
It wasn’t just
the anticipation of course he had had several sexual encounters with her which
had all ended in mutual satisfaction but whether it was anticipation or a
sensual recollection it left a bulge in the front of his towel.
“You go ahead and
I’ll catch up with you” Alison said
“Ok but don’t be
long” Carole said as she moved away.
After a moment or
two, there was a light knock on the door and when he opened it Alison was there
wearing a black one piece swimsuit and clutching a towel.
“Hello Ali” He
said wearing only his towel.
“Hi Eric” she
said and her eyes went straight to his bulge.
“You’re pleased
to see me then” she said
“We both are” he
replied and before he had time to cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited
figure, she pushed him back in the cubicle and closed the door behind her.
And with time
being of the essence she took the initiative and pulled down the front of her
costume and uncovered her cute titties, before releasing his towel and roughly
grasping his cock.
This was a
surprising turn of events for Eric, she had decided to take full advantage of
their meeting and he had no intention of preventing her.
“So what do you
want to do now?” he asked as she tugged on him.
In response she
let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her costume.
“Everything” she
replied and took hold of him again.
“Are you sure?”
he asked her
“Oh yes Eric” she
replied and kissed him.
“Carole will
wonder where you are,” he said feebly
She ignored him
and kissed him so he couldn’t speak again.
The moment their
lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a
meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck
in a vice like grip.
It was a warm
liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.
His hands
caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little
buttocks until she pushed him backwards so he had to sit down on the little
bench.
Alison was above
him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out
of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils snorting in air.
His hands
continued their travels up and down her rear aspect but he knew all the
interesting stuff was at the front of the property so he steered her skinny
frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.
At the moment her
bony little arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly and
she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.
Eric now had one
arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid
slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her
nose as he fondled her breast.
Wrapping her arms
around him Alison stopped kissing him and buried her face in his neck instead.
He stopped
playing with her hardening nipple and moved his playful hand down across her belly
and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the abundant hair of her minge.
They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the
abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at
his touch.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further
exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy
until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping
his fingers between her lips.
But before he had time to consider his next move Alison was up off his
lap in a flash, and pausing only to pick up her costume, she bent over on the
bench opposite him, her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before his
lustful gaze.
She turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant, she
would have smiled at him as well but the parts of her swimsuit that she wasn’t
biting on, obscured her mouth.
He stood up and approached her but she was stooped over too low for him
to penetrate her immediately so he patted her tight little buttock and she adjusted her pose bringing
her inviting pink pussy up to cock height.
She was breathing
through her nose in quick short snorts as she anticipated what was coming and
then he introduced his swollen cock to her waiting cunny and Alison moaned
though her gag as he penetrated her.
Her hands located
hand holds between the slats of the bench which gave her some purchase and
enabled her to thrust her juicy lips onto him and she began moaning
uncontrollably as she pumped her pussy on his shaft.
Her tits were
jiggling with an equal lack of control until he took them in hand.
She was truly
relishing her task as she pumped onto him again and again and with every deep
penetration she let out a grunt.
Eric could feel
himself on the threshold and he knew from experience that Alison was almost
there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust
down on his cock one more time and let out a long muffled moan as she went
rigid and came and Eric finished inside her.
They stayed in that
position for several minutes; both breathing hard and sweating in the warm
chlorine scented air.
Alison was the
first to move as she pulled her gag from her mouth.
“God I love
swimming” she panted.
“Me too” Eric said
as he pulled slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of
satisfaction.
They sat on the bench awhile gathering themselves and then Alison put her
costume back on, as he watched libidinously while she redressed.
Then he got dressed in his street clothes and said
“Same time next week?”
“Yes please” she replied
Alison was anxious to go and find Carole so they shared a soft, gentle,
and affectionate farewell kiss before he opened the door and she went in search
of her friend.
Clayton is a small village in the North
East corner of the Finchbottom Vale, with a large nucleus of substantial
dwellings and a greater number of more humble homes and of the those
inhabitants who need to work for a living the largest employer in the area was
the Clayton Manor Hotel.
In the early summer a new manager was
appointed, Gary Playford, and he was an instant hit with the locals because Gary
was young, tall, dark and handsome, physically fit, well-toned and had a
reputation as a lothario, which had very much preceded him.
He was 28 years old and his father owned the Playford Palace chain of
hotels and he was grooming him to one day take over the reins of his worldwide
hotel empire, the problem was that Gary had no head for business and he
primarily thought with his dick.
Which could possibly have been ignored but for the fact that he and his
dick ended up sleeping with the granddaughter of his father’s oldest friend.
So it was decided to send Gary to the Clayton Manor Hotel where he could
do no serious harm even if he shagged everything in sight, and he very nearly
did.
There is a very apt saying which goes “don’t shit on your own doorstep”
which Gary had clearly never heard.
Because on his first day he shagged the head of housekeeping in an
upstairs closet.
But it wasn’t just the female members of staff or the local inhabitants
that he considered fair game.
There were also the hotel guests which he considered easy targets as
they all came with a bed.
The Richmond’s were from Cumbria and stayed
at the Clayton Manor Hotel for three weeks every July and had done since they
were married.
Jack Richmond was in fish and had a string of
fish processing plants, his wife Mary was a big wheel in the Women’s Institute
and their 25 year old daughter Sarah was desperately unhappy.
Some of her unhappiness stemmed from low self-esteem
because of her robust body shape, she wasn’t fat but she was substantial.
But mainly she was
unhappy because of her domineering parents, they told her what to do, what to
say, what to think, where to go, her mother bought her clothes, he father
vetted which books she read and what music she listened to, she was their
prisoner.
But she had begun
to rebel although very subtly, in fact so subtly that they didn’t even notice
she was doing it.
Sarah pretended to
sprain her ankle so she didn’t have to go out with them on their boring outings
and it worked.
So understandably
she was feeling rather pleased with herself, it was a small victory in the
scheme of things, but it was a victory nonetheless.
In fact she was so
pleased with her subterfuge that she set about doing all the things her parents
wouldn’t let her do starting with the hotel bar.
It had been a very
quiet afternoon, and although the assistant manager, Blaire Parrott, was on a
day off, she had everything set up and running like clockwork.
All Gary Playford
had to do was man reception for a couple of hours, but as there were no new
arrivals expected until the evening he just sat in the small office at the back
of reception and put his feet up and wait for the bell to ring.
Which it
inevitably did, and it woke Gary from a long afternoon snooze and he surfaced
from an erotic dreamland when he heard the “ding”.
The bell rang
several more times as he made his way to the desk and when he reached it he
found a rather tipsy Sarah Richmond leaning against the front desk with her
rather generous chest sitting on the counter top.
“Can I help?”
Gary asked her although the direction of his gaze one could have supposed he
was addressing her breasts.
“I’m locked out”
she slurred “I lost my key somewhere in the bar”
“Did I mention I
was in the bar?” she added
“No”
“It’s a very nice
bar” she continued “have you been?”
“Yes I have”
“It’s very big
you know, and they have lots of drinks” she said as if she was imparting some
radical new information.
Gary tapped into
the computer and looked at her bar tab and was heartily impressed at the amount
she had put away in one short session.
“Well I’ll tell
you what we’ll do, we will sit over there and have some coffee, while I get
someone to look for your key” He suggested
“I’m not allowed
coffee” she said “so yes”
And she tottered
to the nearest sofa and sat down.
Gary then rang
through to the bar and ordered coffee and asked them to look for Miss Richmond’s
room key.
The coffee and
the room key arrived in short order and he sat and chatted with her while she
drank.
He hadn’t noticed
before but she was a pretty girl, with blue eyes and a lovely smile, he hadn’t
seen her smile before, she normally looked a bit sulky.
She also had huge
breasts and decent legs, which he had noted before but there was a bit too much
of her for his taste.
He had never
found big women attractive and he made no apology for that, you like what like,
and even though she had a pretty face he could never envisage bedding her.
A couple of cups
of coffee later and Sarah had sobered considerably
“Ok let’s get you
up to your room?” he suggested
“Oh yes please”
she said and giggled
“Behave, they’ll
be none of that” he scolded
“Shame” she said
brazenly
Although it was a
slow process he got her upstairs and safely into her room.
“Well thank you”
she said and leant in to kiss his cheek but at the last second she kissed him
on the mouth and the Nano second their lips touched Sarah thrust her tongue
into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took him completely by surprise, though
not as much as his own reaction did, when he responded in kind.
He had never looked at Sarah in a predatory
manner because she was a chubster and he was an advocate of the school of
thought that believed the nearer the bone the sweeter the meat.
But as her tongue energetically explored
his mouth he was warming to her and beginning to see her in an entirely
different light, which may have been as a result of the erotic dream he had
been having when she rang the bell.
It probably wasn’t for that, that he
continued participating under those circumstance but then he thought what the
hell it was only customer service.
As Sarah was showing no signs of letting up
and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around his neck he
decided to press on to the next level.
His hands, which had been on the small of
her back slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave then a squeeze and
finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending
beneath her sweater.
Below that was a t-shirt which he began tugging
at to free it from the waistband of her skirt, in response Sarah sucked her
tummy in to accommodate him and seconds later his hands where climbing up her
naked back towards her bra.
On reaching the substantial piece of
engineering that stood between him and her tits he found that this was not the
kind of delicate item of lingerie he was used to and began tackling the
abundance of hooks.
Sarah’s slobbering lips were showing no
signs of relenting in their assault on his mouth as his hands grappled with her
huge gravity defying tits, topped by nipples as stiff as pencil ends.
The kissing was beginning to make his jaws
ache so he thought it was time to give her something else to think about so he
released her great bulbous breasts and went up her skirt and dragged her tights
and knickers off her buttocks.
And then before he had a chance to think
she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until she was resting her
hands on the arms of the desk chair.
Presented with a great view of her round
white arse and ease of access to her lips, he slipped his fingers between her
treacly lips.
As his digits parted her lips she moaned
out the first of many acquiescing utterances and then while she was still bent
over the chair he took her satisfyingly from behind while reaching up under her
sweater and cupping her massive tits.
After they had grunted and moaned their way
to a mutual conclusion he stood there behind her for a moment caressing her
great globes as she panted and when he withdrew she sank to her knees in a
disgraced heap.
When Gary left Sarah’s bed two hours later
it was with a new admiration for the fuller figure and a new resolve to never
say never again.
