Downshire
is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a
lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of
Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock
Hills Nation Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful
Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s
and the Grace’s in the south, to the home of the Downshire Light infantry,
Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north
but our story begins in the West, to the south of Northchapel, in the beautiful
village of Chapel Hill.
There was
an expanse of green at the centre of the village complete with duckpond and a
weeping willow tree.
On the
north side of the green was the pub, The Woodcutters Tavern and attached to the
side of the pub there was a Stephenson’s general store and post office, across
the green from the pub was the Church, St Peter’s, with the vicarage to one side
and a row of shops ran alongside the road on the West of the green, Buckley’s
Greengrocer and Fruiterers, Boddington’s Butchers, Harvey’s Pharmacy, Bizzie
Lizzie Florists, Mazzone’s Hairdressers, Harrisons Hardware, and Addison’s
Bakery, and was also where Dr Sarah Constantine had broken all the rules by
instigating a sexual relationship with her new patient, Leo Wells, in the
consulting room of her private practice, two week before Christmas and once it
had started she couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, she just wanted him to fuck
her all the time, and when he wasn’t fucking her, she was thinking about the
times they had fucked or day dreaming about the next time, and her underwear
was constantly moist.
So, they got together whenever they could, but as he was her patient
they had to sneak around, and that meant that often needed to make quite
convoluted plans, but at others it was more simple.
So, on New Year’s Eve Sarah feigned illness as she was supposed to be
going to a party, and Leo, under cover of darkness, crept round the back of her
house and in through the kitchen door, where she was waiting to greet him with
a kiss.
“Take your coat off” she said “But feel free to remove anything else,
and come through to the lounge”
She was standing by the sofa when he walked into the lounge,
“I brought
wine” Leo said
“I’ll have mine after” she said, so he put the bottle on the coffee
table, and the moment he straightened up again her mouth was on his, and when
their lips touched her tongue was thrust into his mouth in a wet sloppy
fashion, which was a welcome development and he responded in kind.
As her tongue energetically explored his mouth, he was already
thinking of the other pleasures she would be imparting, and his hands, which
had been on the small of her back, slipped down to her big round buttocks and
gave them a squeeze and his hands lingered there briefly before ascending
beneath her snug fitting top to explore its contents.
Once underneath it was only seconds before his hands were climbing her
naked back towards her bra and reached the substantial piece of engineering
separating him and her tits.
Once inside the delicate item of lingerie he got hold of the contents,
and Sarah’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in their assault
on his mouth as his hands grappled with her huge tits, and they felt great in
his hands, her nipples were larger as well and as stiff as pencil ends.
“Hmmm” she murmured as he played with her stiffened nipples, and it
temporarily broke her contact with his mouth, and she slurped noisily before
reengaging.
He released his hold on her great bulbous breasts and moved his hands
quickly down to the hem of her skirt and began hoisting it upward exposing her
black utilitarian stockinged thighs.
He eagerly reached under the folds of fabric and when he found the
waistband, he dragged her tights over her buttocks before he repeated the process
with her knickers.
Once they were both residing a few inches above her knees he wasted no
time in reacquainting himself with her fanny.
Her neatly trimmed bush was readily accessible, but he couldn’t easily
reach her Minge and pay it the attention it deserved, but before he had time to
figure out a solution, she broke free of their embrace and bent forward until
she was resting her hands on the end of the sofa, which presented him with a
great view of her round white arse and more importantly ease of access to her
hot gash, which he took immediate advantage of, and slipped his fingers between
her treacly lips and the moment his fingers parted her lips she moaned the
first of many acquiescing utterances as he frigged her until she was ready to
receive his throbbing cock, hungry for cunny.
Blissfully he soon got his balls wet as he plunged deeply into her
warm welcoming honeyed hole while he cupped her massive tits.
As she lay panting and spent across the end of the sofa, he poured
himself a glass of wine and looked her over as she lay draped along the back of
the sofa, face down with one huge white tit either side of it, her big round
naked arse on display, her tights, and knickers around her knees.
“That’s the way to spend New Year’s Eve” he said
“It’s certainly one I’ll remember” Sarah said smuggling her tits back
inside her top
“Me too” he agreed as he watched her pulling her kickers and tights
back up
“So, is that all I’m getting for the year?” She asked “Not that I’m
complaining”
“Well as the year isn’t over, I think I’d better take you to bed” he
suggested
“Ok” she acquiesced “Then you can stay for breakfast”
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