IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

 

Her eyes of velvet hazel brown
Looked at me and then look down
Her nose twitched and she bit her lip
Then she composed herself and took a sip
She fought to suppress it for a while
Then her full lips broke into a smile
I stared at the curvaceousness in her gown
Then her brow furrowed into a frown
Under my gaze her lashes fluttered nervously
her eyebrows raised disapprovingly
as I looked at her figure shamelessly
Picturing her body naked before me
The skin of her cheeks flushed deep red
Then proudly she held up her head
She flicks the brunette strands of hair
Off her face as I stand and stare
I love the beautiful things in life
So what's wrong with ogling my own wife

Choice Tales from the Vale – (01) The Childean Cuckold

At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town of Childean.

And on modern estate in a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac Paul O’Connor woke up from an erotic dream as the sun shone through the gap in the bedroom curtains and onto his face, it was still quite early in the morning as he stirred, and he was seriously aroused.

This in itself was not an unusual event, he was after all a young man and in his prime sexually, and was seemingly in a perpetual state of arousal, in fact it was more noteworthy when he didn’t wake up in the morning with an early riser.

But what made this particular morning different from any other was that it was his 21^st birthday and more significantly than that there was a brunette head rising and falling on his dawn horn.

When the brunette realized he was fully awake she broke off from her diligent delivery of his early morning birthday treat and wished him a happy birthday.

“You’re insatiable Jo” Paul said as she set about him again.

“You don’t normally complain” she slurped in reply.

“I’m not complaining now” he said

“Good” she slurped again

Now you would probably think that this kind of behavior in the nature of a birthday treat is not an uncommon gift to be given, a birthday blowjob on your special day in the “marital” bed so to speak, and you would under every normal circumstance be correct.

However, on this particular occasion it was not a normal circumstance because firstly it was not his “marital” bed, it was the sofa bed in his brother’s spare room and secondly the wife giving him the birthday treat was not in fact his wife at all, but his sister-in-law Jo.

The unethical nature of this circumstance was not lost on him either, as he lay back and savored every spine-tingling second of it.

In fact, he was just thinking about how being the recipient of a very proficient sexual act by the wife of the man who’s house he was currently a guest in was somewhat taking the piss to put it mildly and was not by any measure the kind of hospitality his brother Frank thought he was extending.

But it was at that point that Paul lost his train of thought completely as the ecstasy of the moment diverted him. 

 

“That will have to do for now babe, Frank’s in the shower” Jo said, wiping her mouth “You’ll get your main present later”

And with that she slipped quietly out of the room.

 

Paul was the baby of the O’Connor family while Frank on the other hand was the oldest of the five boys and was 12 years older than Paul.

He was a good man though and he doted on his wife Jo who in turn loved him.

At 33 years old Frank had let himself go a bit physically, there was certainly more of him than there was when he married her.

But despite that he could still satisfy Jo, judging by the noises that came through the guest bedroom wall on a Saturday night.

And that was the problem, from Jo’s point of view anyway, after 12 years of marriage they only did it on a Saturday night or on high days and holidays and Jo needed more high days than Frank was giving her.

So, although Paul wasn’t a particularly good looking bloke, he was ok looking, but nothing special, but he was young and physically fit and that was what Jo was interested in, she wasn’t looking for love, what she wanted was pure lust.

And the bonus was permanently horny and sleeping in the spare room.

 

The O’Connor family were from Northchapel, and the bulk of them were still there, however Frank moved out to Childean shortly after he married Jo.

They had a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac and had a comfortable life. 

The reason Paul happened to be staying in the spare room at Frank’s house and enjoying Jo’s unique brand of hospitality was because he was training to be a reflexology therapist at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean which was only a mile or so down the road from Frank’s place.

Frank O’Connor was a police sergeant with the traffic division and worked odd shifts, so he liked the idea of having someone about the place when he was on nights, and as it turned out so did his wife.

 

Paul had been staying in the spare room for about a month before the first time that Jo took what she wanted.

It was a hot Saturday afternoon and he had been earning his keep by doing some gardening for his hosts and by the end of the afternoon he was hot, sweaty, and dirty.

Frank had already gone to work, and Jo was baking in the kitchen, so he went upstairs and got in the shower to clean up and he had been in there just long enough to get the bathroom good and steamy when he saw the bathroom door open and a small figure walk in.

Without either of them speaking Paul watched through the steamy glass as Jo undressed, he couldn’t see detail, but the shape was unmistakable the rest was just areas of light and shade, but it was enough and his imagination did the rest.

When the shower door opened, she paused there briefly and was completely naked in front of him.

“Room for a little one?” she said with a giggle and stepped inside with her eyes never leaving the erection he was sporting “And a large one”

At twenty years of age, he was not without experience with women, but Jo was something else, she was like a ravenous beast and he was the prey.

Paul had only gone upstairs to shower and clean up and thanks to Jo he ended up getting dirty.

And that proved to be the first of many such encounters.

 

After Jo had finished despoiling him for his 21^st birthday treat she went downstairs to the kitchen.

Because she loved her husband and used Paul simply for sex, she felt no guilt, Jo had never been unfaithful to her husband until she had that overwhelming urge to join Paul in the shower that first time on that hot Saturday afternoon.

She didn’t regret satisfying that urge or any of the many other such urges to overcome her since.

After Frank had vacated the bathroom Paul went in for a quick shower before going downstairs to the kitchen for a special Birthday breakfast fry up.

 

Paul cleared every morsel from his plate as he had the feeling he was going to need every ounce of his energy once Frank had left for work.

So, he had just put his knife and fork down on the plate when Frank walked into the kitchen.

“Happy birthday kid” he said and patted him on the back before crossing the room to kiss Jo and while his hosts were showing affection to each other he looked away.

Paul had just taken a mouthful of tea when Frank suddenly asked

“Did you enjoy Jo’s birthday treat bro?”

And on hearing that question Paul almost choked and sprayed a mouth full of tea all over the kitchen table.

“Steady boy” Frank said laughing loudly “you’re supposed to swallow it, not spit it out”

Well, that comment didn’t help in the slightest.

 

When he had finally got his choking fit under control Frank said

“We’ll go out for a meal tonight kid, but Jo will look after you today”

While Paul listened to his brother, he could see Jo over his shoulder and she had lifted her nightie up and was showing Paul exactly how she was going to look after him.

 

 

SPANISH EYES

 

 

I sat drinking black coffee alone in the cafe
I noticed her instantly as she entered
powerless my eyes, like magnets were drawn
towards the striking young woman's beauty, her hair
black as a raven's wing caressed the dark
skin of her shoulders, its dark lustre framed
the simple beauty of her face, which I studied.
Firstly her full moist lipped smile, the delicate
curve of her nose and finally the depth of her
dark brown eyes, she looked back at me holding
my gaze, as if reading my thoughts and touching my soul.
My eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness
of her neck and shoulders until reaching
her bountiful breasts where white lace fringed
their fullness, her smile broadened and her
cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of
my loins, she turned away and I continued my
journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her
firm buttocks like a second skin hugging
her contours as I wanted to. As she sat down
opposite me my gaze once more returned
to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they
rearranged themselves within their lacy
confines. Then our eyes met again and she
smiled knowing my thoughts and revelling in
them. She paused and opened her bag and
took out a cigarette and holding it
in her slender fingers for a moment
before placing it between her moist lips
envying its intimacy as I lit it
I bought her coffee and we talked and laughed
drank more coffee talked and laughed some more
Although her fine young body gave rise to sighs
I was held captive by her Spanish eyes

SHE WAS ALL TITS AND DIMPLES

All tits and dimples in a Short skirt
Braless and bubbly and ready to flirt
I first noticed her as I was playing pool
With her legs crossed to make men drool
Looks can be deceptive I would agree
But she looked like a working girl to me
Everything on display in the window
I put down the pool cue and said hello
There was no doubt at all she was “easy”
And I knew she was offering it to me
She wasn’t wearing much to undress
But I’d seen enough to want to see the rest
However would I have to pay to see?
Or would I be getting it for free

ARE YOU WEARING SEXY GARTERS?

 

Are you wearing sexy garters?

Answer me that one for starters

Beneath your dress up high

Around your black clad thigh

Where the black sheath is stopping

Where they are lacy at the topping

Are there lacy garter rings

Sexily placed decorative things

Please answer this one for starters

Are you wearing lacy garters?

THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY

 

My sister in law Mary though twenty three
Suffered from a kind of delinquency
She always caused her poor Mum a fuss
And then she had to come to live with us
For weeks she made our life a hell
And managed to scare the cat as well
Then one night when my wife was out
Mary suddenly began to scream and shout
The things she said were quite obscene
And I told her how unpleasant she was being
Finally my patience with her was finished
And I decided that she must be punished
I grabbed her and bent her across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
She laughed and said “that didn’t hurt”
So I held her tight and pulled up her skirt
I held her tight bent across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
“My Mum’s smacks were harder than yours”
So I held her tight and pulled down her drawers
I held her still bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She said nothing and just murmured a sigh
Mary was enjoying this as much as I
I told her what a naughty girl she had been
And she was the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen
And held her gently bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She squirmed and wriggled on my knee
Feeling my hard cock against her belly
I looked down at her round full cheeks
Round and white now with red streaks
Red where I had spanked her bare flesh
Where I would gladly spank Mary afresh
I gently caressed her round full cheeks
My fingers stroking the vivid red streaks
And I watched her laying across me there
As my hands traced the fullness of her
From her cheeks to the top of her thigh
Then she squirmed and let out another sigh
I had decided what I was going to do
And I knew that she wanted me to
As my fingers explored her inner thigh
She tensed and let out an involuntary cry
I felt her course hairs on my finger tips
Then left her lush bush to find her lips
My fingers parted her labia and she moaned
My forefinger entered and she groaned
I explored her creamy wetness eagerly
And worked at her hot pussy rhythmically
Each stroke brought another moan from her
And rubbing her clit brought yet another
Faster and faster and I felt her body spasm
As I brought her quickly to an orgasm
She purred like a cat as she lay across my lap
Then my cock twitched and gave her belly a tap
She climbed off my lap without looking at me
And bent over the coffee table invitingly
I looked at her pussy inviting me to enter
I got out my cock and knelt down behind her
My hands slid from her buttocks up to her hips
And my swollen throbbing cock parted her lips
Mary was wet and warm and welcomed me in
And she moaned loudly as I broke her hymen
I thrust deep into her still holding her hips
Then as I got going I fondled her tits
Soon her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
When I withdrew from her tight pussy
She sighed then turned to look at me
She pulled herself up then turned round
And sat on the table and looked at the ground
I stood up before her with a semi erection
And pulled her head toward its direction
Her mouth enveloped my cock readily
And she went about my shaft eagerly
With the rhythm building to a crescendo
I was getting close to shooting my load
Before I came in her mouth I withdrew
She would suck me dry another day I knew
I stepped back and told her to undress
She did so effortlessly and with finesse
When she stood before me with all to see
I let go of my cock and made her undress me
When we were both naked we caressed
And for the very first time we kissed
Then employing the coffee table again
I lay her on her back to mount a new campaign
I fingered her Minge a little to lubricate
Then knelt at the tables end to penetrate
She eagerly accepted my cock once more
As I thrust into the cunt of my sister in law
I squeezed her arse and fondled her breasts
And I humped and pumped her on her nest
Then her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
I drew out my shaft from its wet sheath
And stood to look down at her body beneath
From her full breasts to her triangle of sable
And thought I never liked that coffee table
I would never view it in quite the same way
After what I did to Mary on it that day
After I had spanked her and wanked her
And had debagged her and shagged her
Before I had her undressed and caressed her
Where I was sucked by her before I fucked her
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
No longer suffers from a kind of delinquency
However her behavior leaves me unimpressed
And I still tell her that she is the naughtiest
And that she only has herself to thank
So she pulls down her knickers to get a spank

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 62) St Valentine’s Day (Part Two)

 

After I watched Claire drive off in her 4 x 4 into the snowy late afternoon I went inside and drew all the curtains, turned on the lights and cranked the heating up.

Then I went into the kitchen and boiled the kettle.

 

I made Katy and I a drink, but before I carried them upstairs I went into what used to be the lounge and picked up a couple of DVD’s and the Harry Potter book I had been reading to her.

With the entertainment tucked under my arm and two steaming mugs in my hand I knocked on the door with my free hand.

“Are you decent?” I asked as I slowly pushed open the door.

“You don’t have to knock” she said weakly

“It’s the polite thing to do before entering a ladies boudoir” I said gallantly

“There you are Milady” I said as I put her tea on the nightstand

“Thanks” she said “I’m really gasping”

“I bought up a couple of films” I said with a frown as I drew the curtains and noticed the snow was falling faster

“Or we could carry on with the book” I added as I put on the bedside lamp

 “Could we just have some music?” Katy said “I don’t think I can concentrate on anything else”

“Of course, do you have a preference?” I asked

“Something classical would be nice” she replied “no Wagner or Mahler, something light” 

“I have just the thing” I said as I got up and left the room.

I came back about five minutes later with my laptop and connected it to the TV.

After a moment or two a selection of John Barry tunes began to play.

 

While Katy drank her tea I settled myself into the armchair in the corner, which was probably the most uncomfortable chair I had ever sat in, though in truth I only got it for decoration.

“I like this” Katy said after about half an hour, though in truth she kept drifting off to sleep.

I passed the time away scribbling vague story outlines in my notebook, brief snatches of dialogue; character studies that kind of thing.

All of which would be fleshed out on the computer at a later date.

Then the phone rang, I picked it up and could see it was Claire

“Hey you” I said “I was beginning to get a bit worried”

“I’m quite safe” she responded “how’s the patient?”

“Sleeping” I replied

“No I’m not” interrupted Katy

“How’s her temperature?” Claire asked

“I’m not due to take it again for another half an hour” I replied

“Well take it now while I’m on the phone” she insisted

So I did as she asked and it hadn’t changed since lunchtime.

“Should I give her, her tablets now?” I asked

“No the nurse can do that when she gets there” Claire replied

“Ah” I exclaimed

“Ah what?” she asked suspiciously, so I told her about the phone call I took while she was in with Katy.

“I wish you’d told me Simon” she said crossly, “I would have stayed”

“That’s precisely why I didn’t tell you” I replied

“Were you that desperate to get rid of me?” she asked sadly

“Never that” I replied

Claire eventually conceded my motives were well meaning and gave me my instructions for the evening, and promised to ring again later.

 

It was about 7 o’clock when I woke up in the armchair after a short doze just in time to see Katy coming out of the bathroom.

As she stood in the doorway with the bright bathroom light behind her, her nightie became completely see through.

Despite the facts, that she was a woman of the cloth and terminally ill this was a very pleasing sight.

“What are you up to?” I asked

“I needed the loo” she replied

“I should have been helping you” I said

“I didn’t want to wake you” she said “and I don’t need help to pee”

So I helped her back into bed.

“If you promise to behave while I’m gone, I’ll make you some supper” I said “what would you like?”

“I’m not hungry” she said

“You should try and eat something” I insisted “how about some soup?”

“No not the soup again, it gave me wind” she answered

“I noticed” I said

“Oh, you didn’t?” she exclaimed and blushed

“I think my fever is getting worse” she continued fanning herself at the same time.

“Could I just have another cup of tea” she asked and sank back into the pillows.

“Of course you can?” I said but I don’t think she heard the answer.

 

While I was in the kitchen I made myself a sandwich and ate it at the table before I went back upstairs.

After her cup of tea Katy said she felt up to watching something so I held up the two DVDs I brought upstairs earlier and let her pick.

So we watched “The Philadelphia Story”, well in truth I watched it while Katy drifted back off into a fitful sleep.

I touched her forehead and it was still burning hot but although the room didn’t feel cold she was shivering so I pulled the throw up over the top of the duvet.

 

About 9 o’clock the phone rang, I got up from the armchair and hurried downstairs.

“Hello?” I said

“Oh Simon, thank god” Claire exclaimed

“Claire? Why are you ringing on the landline?” I asked

“The network is down because of the blizzards” she explained

“And it’s taken me an absolute age to get this number, I had to phone the Gregory’s first, then they phoned Georgia, who phoned Molly, who phoned your mum who phoned me”

“I’m guessing the call from my mum wasn’t a quick one”

“No, she’s a chatty woman isn’t she?” Claire said with a laugh

“Well you got me in the end” I said

“Anyway how’s the patient doing?” she said back to business

“She’s still very hot and she’s sleeping a lot” I explained

“But she’s not sleeping soundly and she’s not resting comfortably”

There was silence from the phone so I continued

“I think that’s a good sign isn’t it? That means she’s fighting it off” I said hopefully

“How’s her appetite been”? Claire asked avoiding my question

“Not good” I answered “she hasn’t eaten much at all, but I’m keeping her hydrated”

“Hmmm” she responded

“Is hmmm good or bad” I asked

“Neither” she said “Keep watching her closely and hopefully the fever will break by morning”

“And if it doesn’t?” I asked

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, call me if there is a change” She said, her voice cracking “I’ll get to you as early as I can in the morning”

And then she was gone.

 

I slept in the uncomfortable armchair in my room and woke up about 2 am with pins and needles in my arm.

I gingerly picked up my dead arm with my unaffected hand while life flooded painfully back into it.

Having successfully restored blood flow to my stricken limb I walked downstairs to the kitchen.

While I waited for the kettle to boil I looked out the window and it appeared to have stopped snowing.

I opened the back door and looked out, it had stopped and the wind had died away and when I looked up I could breaks in the cloud. 

I made a mug of Milo and went back upstairs and Claire was still restlessly murmuring in her sleep.

I settled back into the armchair from hell, drank my Milo and dosed off again.

 

When I came too an hour or so later I forgot where I was I couldn’t see much in the darkness and there were no familiar sounds to aid me, and then it dawned on me, there was silence.

I fumbled with the light switch on the lamp and eventually switched it on.

There before me, peacefully sleeping in my bed was Katy.

I stood up and walked over to the bedside and sat down.

She was breathing un-laboured and when I touched her forehead it was cool and clammy, her fever had broken.

I sat there for about 20 minutes just watching her sleep then quite suddenly she licked her lips and opened her eyes.

After a moment she looked at me and smiled.

“Could I have an omelette?” she said “I’m starving”

And I burst out laughing.

 

While Katy sat in bed devouring a five egg omelette I went downstairs and phoned the Doctor

“Hello” A tired voice croaked

“Claire?” I asked not sure if I had just woken some poor unsuspecting stranger

“Simon?” she replied “is everything ok?”

“The fever has broken” I said

“Thank god” Claire responded “is she still sleeping?”

“No” I replied “she’s eating an omelette”

And we both laughed

 

I hung up the phone and went straight back upstairs to find Katy mopping up the last remnants of her omelette with her third slice of bread.

“Was that to madam’s satisfaction?” I asked her in my pompous butler’s voice

“Lovely” she replied wiping her mouth with her serviette.

“Have you had enough?” I enquired

“Oh yes” she replied “if I have any more I won’t enjoy my breakfast”

“What about another tea?” I suggested

“Oh yes please” she replied with a grin

 

When I returned with her fresh mug of tea I said

“I phoned Claire, she’ll be here when the weather permits”

And as I sat back in the armchair Katy said

“She loves you, you know?”

“I know” I said honestly “But not the way she loves Brian”

“Yes” she mused “she still loves him very much”

“She’s still in love with him” I continued “And Claire will never leave him”

“It’s a real “till death do us part” kind of thing for her" Katy said "which is how it should be”

I nodded in agreement and then Katy said

“You love her though don’t you?”

“Yes I do” I replied “but not in the way I love Georgia”

“But its love all the same” she added

"Yes it’s definitely love" I conceded

"What a tangled web we weave" Katy said philosophically

"Yes life can be very complicated"

"It’s not life that’s complicated, life is just life, its people who add the complication" Katy corrected me

"You are very sage Katy" I said

"Don’t mention food" she said "I’m still hungry, when’s breakfast?"

I looked at my watch and said

"Not for a couple of hours yet"

"Damn" she cursed and holding out her mug "can I have some more tea then?"

She gave me her trademark lopsided grin as I took the mug from her.

 

I went downstairs to the kitchen and made her another mug of tea and as I was about to ascend the stairs with it the front door opened and Nanook of the North stepped into the hallway.

The figure was dressed in a fur hat, long winter coat with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the neck and knee length boots. Oh and although they couldn’t be seen, practical pants.

“Claire?” I said, “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t have anything better to do” she replied

As she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck I took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead.

“Where’s your car? I didn’t hear you pull up,” I asked as she sat on the stairs and unzipped her boots

“Do the honours?” she said holding out a leg.

I put down the tea on the hall table and pulled her boot off to reveal knee length “practical socks”.

“I parked at the surgery and walked up” she replied as she held out the other leg “how’s Katy?”

“Fine, she’s just waiting for this”

 I replied and picked up the mug of tea.

“I’ll take that up,” she said taking it from my hand before heading up the stairs.

I went back into the kitchen and made drinks for the two of us.

Half an hour later, long after I’d finished my drink and had poured Claire’s down the sink she came back downstairs still wearing her overcoat.
I walked out into the hall to meet her and asked
”Do you want a cuppa?”
”No” she replied “I want some Valentines loving”
”It’s not Valentine’s Day anymore hon” I said
"It’s close enough" she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud in the cold hallway.

The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and her big white practical pants.

Claire stepped in close and we kissed as my hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to me.

Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of me tingled.

She pulled her lips away but still close enough that I could feel her breath as she spoke

“Where can we go?” she panted.

I kissed her hot mouth quickly and then took her hand and led her into the study, it was as far away from Katy’s sleeping figure as was possible to get.

So even if Dr noisy knickers screamed when she came it was unlikely to disturb Katy.

We went into the study, which was more crowded than was usual due to the necessity of having to store some of the lounge furniture in there.

But there was more than enough room for what we had in mind.

Once inside I slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door.

I cupped her firm round breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Valentine rosebuds.

Then I fell to my knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into my mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through my hair.

My fingers were grasping at the waistband of her big knickers,

So I tugged her big practical pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs.

The further her pants descended so did my lips as I kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,

When they had settled around her ankles my face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.

I let Claire step out of her drawers as I climbed back up her body.

My hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as my lips found hers and we kissed again

Claire quickly undressed me until we both stood naked save for our socks.

I guided her towards the larger of the two sofas but she paused.

“Do it like you love me” she implored.

“What?”

“Pretend just for tonight that you love me” she asked

“I don’t have to pretend Claire” I replied and with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into my arms and we kissed.

Then with real urgency she scrambled on to the sofa and waited for me.

She didn’t have to wait long as I scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her.

I put my hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards mine.

I teased her lips with mine several times until she smiled open mouthed and my tongue penetrated her mouth and we dissolved into a sea of passion.

My hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest.

Claire’s hands scratched lightly at my back as my hand crossed her belly and as my fingers combed through her tousled bush I stopped kissing her.

Claire looked up at me open mouthed as my digits progressed, she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of my fingertips.

Between her parted lips my fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions.

Our foreheads touched and she panted in my face with each stroke along her creamy crack.

With her eyes closed and her lips pursed my fingering became more frenetic until her body tensed and she gasped.

I kissed her hot panting mouth as I maneuvered above her; she grasped my cock firmly and guided me into her hot creamy cunny.

Claire exuded a divinely sensual sound as she received me and her hands were on my buttocks groping and squeezing.

As the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La when I could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her rasping breaths became deeper.

Her panting became erratic, her head rolled and her nails dug into my fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm.

I gave her two more extremely short strokes and I followed her over the abyss.

“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed me as I lay on top of her.

“Was that what you had in mind” I asked between pants

“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh Reluctantly, I withdrew and rolled off her where in blissful contentment we cuddled up underneath a tartan throw and went to sleep.