Mornington-By-Mere
is a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the
Ancient Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a
quaint picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a
Manor House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a
Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But this
Christmas tale is set in the Manor House over Christmas 1962, when the house
was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s
fell into the latter group.
Twenty-six-year-old Tristan Molesworth was the family throwback being 6ft 4 with flaming red hair, this was to be
his last Christmas at the manor and indeed his last in the UK as he was
emigrating to New Zealand in the following spring to run the farm he had
inherited from his great uncle.
On his
third day at the house, he was not, as was his habit, up early but he did have
an early riser.
He had been
laying in his bed thinking about the sexual encounter he’d had in the Library
the night before with the cute house maid that had caught his eye over the
previous days, he wasn’t normally attracted to the domestics but there was
something about this one and he was trying to figure out how he might get to
shag her again, and it was those thoughts about shagging the girl that had
resulted in him sporting a very striking erection which he had just decided he
would take across the hall to the bathroom and deal with it.
However
just as he got midway between the bed and his dressing gown the maid, the cute
maid, Amy Galasso, suddenly
appeared at the door.
“I’m sor…”
she began but stopped and stared at his sizable erection with its shock of red
hair at its root, and there they stood for an indeterminate time, Amy fully dressed
and Tristan stark bollock naked and sporting a serious hard on.
“I thought
you’d gone already” she explained whilst still staring at his cock.
“I slept
in” he said strangely feeling no embarrassment under her gaze and in fact the
opposite was true, and he found it rather exciting, especially as she was
indirectly responsible for it, and when she stepped inside the room and closed
the door the excitement grew.
Amy walked
slowly towards him but stopped abruptly as if suddenly losing confidence.
She flicked
her eyes up and made the briefest contact with his, enough to cause her to
blush but not enough to prevent her from returning her gaze immediately to his
swollen cock and her greedy eyes consumed it.
Tristan sat
down on the bed and watched Amy remove her apron to reveal her housemaid
uniform before removing her shoes one at a time and stood there in the middle
of the room.
“Don’t stop
there,” Tristan said
“No, you
have to do it” she replied “Sir”
So, he
stood up and stepped towards her, her gaze still fixed unashamedly on his cock,
pausing only to kiss him.
It was a
long deep liquid kiss with darting tongues, a quite electric kiss with just the
right amount of urgency.
She stood
back again giving him another long appraising look and she bit her lip as she
stared at his erection.
They kissed
again, but this time her small hands busied themselves caressing his naked
flesh while Tristan used one hand and unbuttoned the
front of her maids uniform and the other one was on her shoulder and instantly
pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, Amy obligingly slipped her arm
out, and as he repeated the operation with the other sleeve the uniform fell
away to the floor and Amy used her tiny feet to kick it away.
He glanced
in the mirror and could see the reflection of her rear aspect as she stood
there in just her underclothes and stockings.
She had a
cute little figure and a gorgeous little arse, which he quickly fondled before
his hands proceeded upwards and unhooked her bra and the fabric fell away, so
he was able to see her small breasts encased behind the white cups.
He didn’t
wait to discard the garment first he just moved his hand straight to the prize
and cupped her tit and she sighed and kissed him again, snorting air in deeply
through her nose as he toyed with her stiffening nipple.
Their
mouths disengaged briefly, and she took the opportunity to wriggle free from
her harness and as the fabric fell away, he had an unrestricted view of her
small breasts.
Still
fondling her breast, they kissed again but his cock was throbbing and there was
a tell-tale ache in his balls, so reluctantly he released her pert tittie and
instead slid his hands down inside her big knickers to fondle the flesh of her
plump cheeks.
It took
little effort to push them down over her buttocks to the top of her thighs,
then he picked her up and in one fluid motion turned and threw her onto the
bed, she gave a little scream as she landed on the bed followed by a fruity
chuckle when he grabbed her ankle and pulled her knickers off her ankles.
When she
was naked, apart from her suspender belt and utilitarian stockings, he gave her
a thorough appraisal, every inch of her small, freckled frame with the pert
tits and their stiffened nipples and a flat stomach leading to her gloriously
hairy brunette bush.
He dropped
to his knees and began kissing his way up her thigh to that magnificent minge.
He
proceeded upward along her thigh, and he could smell her pungent odour, a
wonderful mix of femininity, arousal, and three days since it was last bathed, and
this heady fragrance spurred him on.
He looked
up briefly and saw Amy laying there with eyes closed biting her lip and as she
opened up wide for him then Tristan buried his face in her moist minge.
Once he had
satisfied both Amy and his own animal appetite, he began kissing his way up her
body, her primeval fragrance all around his mouth, he stopped when he reached
her breasts and sucked on her teats while he fingered her hot pussy with two
fingers.
Amy moaned
deliciously as he frigged her and barked like a seal as she came.
He raised
his head from his task to revel in her extraordinary exclamation.
Leaving her
misshapen nipples wet with his saliva, he put his hand behind her neck and
lifted her head up towards him so he could kiss her.
Despite his
face still being wet with her pungent juices she responded urgently to his
kiss, her tongue darting energetically in and out of his mouth.
Taking her
by surprise he pushed her onto her back again and she looked up at him
wickedly.
Tristan was
still kneeling on the floor and with her lying stretched out before him with
one hand grasping a handful of duvet and the other playing with her swollen
nipple.
She spread
her legs wide, and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive him.
She sucked
in air through her teeth as he penetrated her, and her skinny legs instantly
wrapped around him.
“Ahhh” she
exclaimed when he was all the way inside her.
Amy
wriggled like a fish on the riverbank as he repeatedly skewered her tight juicy
fanny, and it was wetting his balls more and more with every stroke.
She loudly
exclaimed three times in quick succession making the same delicious sound, like
a mother panting through a contraction, followed by a more expressive moaning.
He knew he
couldn’t hold off much longer as he pumped her pussy and he was very close to
that ecstatic moment of conclusion,
Amy’s next
big orgasm would be the finale for them both.
He had a
great rhythm going and her skinny legs were still gripping him hard and as the
strokes shortened her the pattern of her breathing changed, exclamations becoming
soft rhythmic pants, until
“Ooh”
“Ooh”
They
reached that perfect point of climax when they both came together, and she
screamed at the top of her lungs as he emptied his sac into her grateful gash.
“Ahhhhhh”
When he
pulled out of her quivering quim, she let out a long soft sigh of satisfaction
and he said,
“I’m so
glad I slept late”
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