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 on Christmas Eve 1963 when the house
was full of the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s
fell into the latter group.
Twenty-four-year-old Julianna Molesworth was alone for Christmas Eve
and Christmas Day, as her boyfriend Tristan was in Tipton in the north of the county
spending Christmas with his family.
She was in
love with him, and she’d never been in love before Tris, and she had given him
her virginity the previous summer, which was a big milestone for her, but she
wouldn’t be seeing him again until Boxing Day, and she really missed him, and
she missed his cock.
Every night
she’s alone her dreams are filled with images of the man she loved and vivid
pictures of their love making which were plentiful and was also why she woke up
every morning in her bed, incredibly horny.
Most days she
would wake early enough to stroke herself off, but before she could deal
with her arousal on Christmas Eve her 6-year-old cousins charged into the room
and leapt on the bed before she even got her finger wet.
Plan (b) was to deal with her arousal in the bath while the twins had
their breakfast, which was all going very well until her mum started banging on
the door telling her to hurry up.
“Ok mum” she snapped and got out
That only left Plan (c) so Julianna dried herself and returned to her
bedroom.
She knelt on the bed facing the full-length mirror with a large white bath sheet wrapped around
her and slipped her hand inside the folds of towelling and resumed fingering
herself and she was instantly back on track.
Julianna lifted the towel up and exposed her fluffy brown bush to the
mirror and her finger flicked at her clit furiously until her body jerked
forward, once, twice, three times.
She paused, momentarily immersing her fingers deep inside herself and
regreased her lips and began again, this time she frigged even more earnestly,
and the towel fell away from her, so she was completely naked and as she
lurched and bucked, she became aware of voices on the landing, but her fingers
never faltered in their purpose as she turned and looked to the door.
“Don’t come
in, don’t come in, please don’t come in” she screamed in her head “Please let
me finish”
The danger passed so she returned to her reflection and her torso jerked
three times in quick succession and she soaked her fingers again before
pressing on, as she knew she was on the home straight, Julianna began with her
head back and her eyes closed, cupping her substantial breast, and panting
hard.
Her breasts
and buttocks were quivering in time with her intense fingering and when her
upper body jerked forward in response she smiled at her reflection when she hit
the sweet spot.
And then it
was literally one spasm after another as her panting became hoarser and she began
to vocalize with each successive jolt and she jerked further and further
forward as she moaned louder and louder until she came one last time, ending in
a panting moaning heap.
Julianna
remained doubled over on her bed for a full five minutes after she came,
panting hard and when she raised herself up, she first wiped her fingers and then
her pussy on the bath sheet and smiled smugly at her reflection before getting
off the bed and going about her day.
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