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 National 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 it’s in the small village of Oxley Ridge.
The Oxley’s were a popular destination for visitors all year round,
including corporate events and outward-bound
courses, and the visitors were very important to the local economy, from hospitality
and supplies, to guides and instructors.
After work
on New Year’s Eve, he headed to his Cottage situated in the depths of the Forest and Matthew was
really looking forward to getting home because he planned to get into the
depths of fuck buddy Alicia.
Their
mutually satisfying sexual relationship began when Alicia, was just sixteen, when
Miss Willmott seduced him into taking her cherry and for the three days, they
were snowed in he banged her like a drum, and she enjoyed every minute of it, and
it didn’t end there, because four years later he was still banging her, and she
was still enjoying it.
But that
was not his only sexual encounter with the Willmott’s as the previous Christmas
Alicia’s younger sister, Shannon, seduced him in his own room at the staff
block when she was seventeen, though she was not a virgin.
He was
looking forward to seeing in the New Year with Alicia, so he hurried home
straight from work, and it was dark when he arrived and it turned out he was
not the first, as there was already a car parked outside, although it didn’t
look like hers.
Matthew
parked beside it and mused for a second or two on who it belonged to, but he
didn’t recognize it at all so went straight into the kitchen and boiled the
kettle and made himself a drink.
He picked
up his coffee and opened the lounge door and as the light from the hall flooded
into the room, he did a double take.
In the middle
of the room there was a sheepskin rug, but it wasn’t that which surprised him,
what had got his attention, was what was directly in front of him perfectly
illuminated, the most perfect round arse.
And it was
an arse he had become very familiar with, over the previous twelve months for
laying with her back to him on the sheepskin rug in the foetal position, partially
covered by a Christmas blanket was Shannon Willmott’s naked body.
He quickly
undressed and crawled over to her and put his hand on one of her firm young
buttocks which was cold to his touch, so he began caressing the cold fleshy
cheek and it eventually began to warm, as did his ardour.
He caressed
her around the full curve of her buttocks until his fingers reached her hairy
pussy.
Shannon began
to stir as his fingertips lightly traced across her lip before his finger
peeled her lips apart and entered the creamy heat inside.
She
murmured in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy cunny while his other
hand steadied her hip as he worked on her and then she gasped.
“Ohhhh” she
said, “What kept you?” and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her
breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit as he continued frigging her gash and
bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.
“Well, I
wasn’t expecting this” he thought to himself
“I thought
I’d be shagging her sister”
He was smiling
to himself as Shannon wriggled her arse to the edge of the rug where he knelt
with cock in hand.
“Oh hell at
least I’m keeping it in the family” he thought
“Mmmmm” Shannon
exclaimed as he pushed his helmet between her sticky lips.
“Mmmmm” she
repeated as he followed through with the rest of him.
He wasn’t
sure at that point why he was fucking Shannon from behind on the sheepskin rug
and not Alicia but to be honest he didn’t give it very much thought as he was
pounding her pussy.
He looked
down at her as she was biting her lip and pulling her hair and as he groped at
her breast, which was rising and falling with every insertion, he could feel her
heart pounding in her chest.
Shannon was
in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired since the moment she
arrived at the cottage.
She was
gripping the edge of the rug and grunting rhythmically with every nerve
tingling stroke until she came so hard that her legs thrashed under the blanket
and her foot knock over the fire irons, and then she juddered again, and
Matthew finished in a pulsating ejaculation.
“Was that
what you were waiting for?” he said between pants.
“You know
damn well it is” Shannon panted
But just to
be certain sure after half an hour they did it once more when he banged her
from one year into the next, twice more the next morning before Alicia finally
arrived for some New Year’s Day cock.
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