Sarah Atkinson was 21
years old and an only child who lived with her parents in the village of
Clarence, she led a very privileged life and she was spoilt and conceited and
had grown accustomed to always get what she wanted.
So when the Quinn’s
and the Dowd’s came to stay one summer for a family wedding and she set her cap
for their son Mike, she expected to get her wish and he’d shag her.
He was two years older
than her with black wavy hair and wild gypsy eyes and a muscular well-toned
physique that made her damp.
She was certain sure
with no little effort on her part her Cousin would soon be in her knickers.
Sarah wasted no time
in making her move, so on his first night beneath the Atkinson’s roof she
waited for the house to fall silent and then tiptoed across the landing wearing
only a cotton shirt unbuttoned from top to bottom.
She opened the door
and stepped inside to find Mike sitting up in bed reading.
“I thought you might
want some company”
She said
“Yes, but not you” he
replied
She climbed on to the
bed and sat down facing him, perching on his knees, with legs astride him and
pulled the duvet forward and grabbed his cock and pulled on it roughly.
“See, you are pleased
to see me”
He noticed two things
about her as she climbed onto the bed which were both major point droppers,
firstly she had a butterfly tattooed on her hip, which was desecration as far
as he was concerned and secondly she had trimmed her bush to such an extent
that it left only a small square of hair above her mound which he thought quite
frankly looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.
“Touch me then” she
said but he did nothing
“Touch me Mike” she
demanded
“I don’t think so” he
retorted
“Come on you know you
want to” she said “your cock is so hard”
“Yes” he agreed “but
it’s not hard for you”
“What?”
“It’s not for you” he
repeated and pushed her off him and slipped out of bed
“You’re rejecting me?”
she said in disbelief as he pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the door.
“Yes I am” he said
“That doesn’t happen,
I’m young and gorgeous, and I don’t get rejected” she explained “I am the one
that does the rejecting”
“On the contrary” he
said and shoved her out the door just as Deirdre Dowd was coming the other way.
Deidre was smaller,
plainer and less showy than Sarah so her jaw dropped when she saw the mousy
little thing walk into Mike’s arms.
“You’re passing on me
for that?” she said angrily
“Always” he replied
“I am superior to her
in every conceivable way” Sarah said
“What does she have
that I don’t?”
“My love” he replied
and closed the door in her face.
“Bastard” she said
under her breath and then listened at the door as Deirdre felt the benefit of
the erection that Sarah had worked on and she began fingering herself in the
darkness.
Eventually she became oblivious to what Mike was doing to Deirdre,
lost in the act of pleasuring herself on the landing, and gripping on to the
banister.
And just as she was bent double in self inflickted orgasm, light
spilled onto the landing and highlighted Sarah’s orgasmic moment.
Also illuminated in the light was Deirdres 16 year old brother Tom
“Come here” she panted
“Why?” Tom asked
“Because I want you to
fuck me” she replied
“Ok Sarah” he said
And as he fucked her on the banister rail he thought all his Christmases had come at once.
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