On the west
side of Downshire is Eastchapel. a quiet medieval village living in the shadow
of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and its where
thirty-year-old Russ Deighton lived with his wife Beth.
They had a lovely home, good jobs, nice cars, no children and two
dogs, and they were very content.
That is until one Christmas when they had an unexpected guest for a
few days.
It was Beth’s twenty-two-year-old cousin Emily Brock, she was staying
for three days between Christmas and New Year.
The reason for her stay being that she had plans to fly to Mexico with
friends on New Year’s Eve, so just needed somewhere to stay for a few days, as
the rest of her party lived in the north of the county.
Russ had met her once or twice, at weddings, christenings and the like
but hadn’t really conversed with her, so to him she was a stranger and he really
resented her being there.
This resentment grew stronger after her arrival when she began
flirting with him, and when that didn’t work, she would bend over flashing him a glimpse of her
panties up her skirt, or when wearing
jeggings
she would bend at the waist and serve up a view of her pert round bum, and she
would also wear clingy tops and no bra.
However,
the thing that made him most resentful was the fact that he really wanted to
fuck her.
He had a little respite one morning when she went into Abbottsford to
buy some things for her holiday, and he thought he might give Beth a portion of
what Emily needed.
Unfortunately, Beth had a migraine and had taken to her bed, however
he did finger Emily to a knee trembling climax, in the downstairs loo before
sitting her on the toilet and putting his cock in her mouth and having her suck
him off.
The following day Beth had to go back to work and Russ had to go out
early to run an errand, leaving Emily alone in the house to pack as she was
leaving early the next day.
Russ was unable to do what he went out for as he’d left his driving
license at home, so he returned to the house.
The moment he opened the door he became aware of some very delicious
moaning coming from the kitchen, so he quietly closed the front door and went
to investigate.
He crept along the hallway towards the kitchen until he could see the
source of the moaning, and found it was Emily.
She was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar, with her leggings and
panties halfway along her thighs and was leant forward, resting on one elbow
with her hand on her head with her fingers threaded amongst her fine brunette hair.
The other
hand was between her thighs and her fingers between her lips.
Russ was very aroused as she wriggled and squirmed on the stool, as
she extracted moan after delicious moan from her endeavours while her fingers
worked eagerly at her moist pink flesh, and his cock was fit to burst out of
his trousers by the time she had frigged herself to climax.
He carried on watching as she slithered off the stool and hoisted her
pants and leggings back up before he said
“That was very impressive,”
“Oh” she gasped “You made me jump”
“Sorry” Russ lied
Then with alarm she asked
“Did you see?”
“Yes, I did” he said as he watched her blushing
“Oh God I’m so embarrassed” she said covering her face
“Don’t be,” he said, “I really liked it”
“I can’t believe you let me carry on without saying something” she
said
“What and miss the show?” he said and kissed her and played with her
nipples through the fabric of her top, but she pulled her mouth away and said
urgently
“Are you sure we should be doing this?”
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked, “Isn’t this what you were
thinking about while you were wanking?”
“Yes” she gasped
Then he unceremoniously spun her around and bent her over the
breakfast bar, she was breathing hard in anticipation as she rested on her
elbows, then he pulled her
leggings and knickers down over her hips, exposing her perfect cute buttocks.
After releasing
his throbbing cock from its uncomfortable confines Emily looked over
her shoulder at him and pleaded with her eyes for him to take her soon.
There was no need for foreplay because she’d already dealt with that,
and she was well primed, so he held her hips and pierced Emily’s tight
pussy and thrust into her repeatedly as wonderfully dirty exclamations filled
the kitchen.
Having grunted and moaned their way to a satisfying climax, Emily
slumped forward onto the breakfast bar, and he withdrew his cock from her tight cunny, and she
sighed.
As he
redressed himself Emily was still sprawled over the breakfast bar completely
spent and was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same
position she was when he pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg
trembled.
Once he was dressed, he looked and her little cheeks and her oozing
minge and said
“Now I have an errand to run, but when I get back, I expect to find
you waiting in bed for me”
Then he playfully slapped her buttock, located his driving license,
and went out the door.
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