An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 67) Good Golly Miss Molly

 

Although Doreen was very upset at the time by her enforced incarceration in Kiddingstone, due to her failure to get back to her mother, she seemed to quickly come to terms with the situation as she took every ounce of satisfaction from me that night and twice again the next morning.

The second time of which occurred when I was in the shower and it began when she sat on the edge of the bath and took my cock in her mouth and sucked me up to full erection.

Then she stood up wearing a broad grin and leant back against the tiles and eased her small frame into the corner as droplets of water ran down her freckled skin to her pert breast and drip off her hard proud nipples.

Doreen lifted one foot up and planted it on the edge of the bath, and then the small delicate fingers of one hand combed their way through her wet pubes before descending between her hairy lips.

I watched intently and began tugging on my shaft in rhythm with her fingering until she suddenly stopped and opened her legs as far as she could, which I took as my signal to fuck her.

I slipped in between her greasy lips easily and my presence inside her was greeted with an appreciative moan.

With each thrust her buttocks slapped against the tiles but as I banged her on the short strokes her buttocks squeaked like new shoes until we both came in a juddering climax.

Afterwards I was shattered and my legs had completely gone, talk about a knee trembler.

I had to sit in the bath to recharge my batteries; I just sat there with the shower spraying down on me for about twenty minutes.

By the time I re-emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, Doreen was already fully dressed.

“You’ve recovered then” she said and laughed

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re gagging for it,” I said in response

“You’ll still shag me though” she said and walked over and kissed me.

I grabbed her and scooped her up in my arms

“Put me down you’ll get me all wet,” she protested

“That’s just how I like you” I teased her and then we kissed.

But that was all we did as I had to vacate the room and we both had trains to catch and I was so knackered I probably wouldn’t have been able to go again for at least 24 hours.

So I put her down she giggled as she sponged herself dry.

Then she sat down and watched me drying myself and by the lascivious look in her eye I couldn’t tell if she was remembering what she’d had or imagining what she was going to get the next time and there would be a next time.      

 

Although physically I was a spent force, my mind was awash with erotic images of my time with Miss Clarke, or perhaps I should say the times with Miss Clarke.

So on the way to the station I called into the newsagents and picked up a reporter’s notebook so I could jot my filthy thoughts and reminiscences down on the journey home.

After all my philandering were the antidote to my writers block and as such were both my bread and butter and the icing on the cake.

 

Although we walked to the station together Doreen and I were getting separate trains as we lived in opposite directions and once we had bought our tickets we both went our separate ways with just a cheerio, we’d said a proper good bye back at the hotel. 

 

Although the station was open and trains were running there was a greatly reduced service due to the previous day’s cancellations, which resulted in a rather lengthy wait on the platform.

I noticed Doreen didn’t have to wait long for her train and when she saw me she gave me a wave from her carriage.

I made good use of the time though and got some good outlines on paper, which I would flesh out later.

When the train did finally arrive I got on and consciously made an effort to keep jotting notes in my book because I knew after what Doreen had put me through the motion of the train would very quickly lull me off into a coma.

 

When I returned to the house Katy fussed around me like I’d been gone for a week, which was a bit over the top but it was nice to be missed.

It was one of the things you miss out on when you live alone, having someone to come home to.

 

Over the preceding week Katy had begun to spend ever so slightly more time in bed each day and less on her throne in the kitchen.

I had thought for a while that she looked visibly different each time I saw her, which I convinced myself was just my imagination but having not seen her for 24 hours I realised it was not.

Marion had made lunch and the three of us sat and ate it together in the kitchen.

While we sat at the table Marion said that while she was in England she really wanted to go shopping, but she didn’t really want to go alone.

However as Katy and I, for quite differing reasons, were unable in the former and unwilling in the latter to assist her, we set about finding a suitable companion.

After much deliberation between Katy and myself we decided the perfect choice would be Pandora or Judith or both so I phoned Pandora that afternoon and she was thrilled to be asked and said she would speak to Judith and set something up.

Low and behold not an hour later Judith knocked on the door and after introductions invited Marion round to hers for tea and a chat with her and Pandora, who would be arriving shortly.

So Marion grabbed her things while I cleared away from lunch, after which Katy said she need a rest so I carried her upstairs and settled her down,

“She’s definitely getting lighter,” I thought as I walked down the stairs.

 

I was feeling a little tired myself so I poured myself a glass of water and went to my study,

But despite being drained I couldn’t drop off,

Random thoughts kept me awake, all of them about my philandering ways,

Just as my eyes closed another example of my libidinous behaviour would flash into my mind.

I had tried to mend my ways after Georgia gave me an ultimatum about my womanising and I had made some little progress in that regard.

But it was true of late I had slipped back deeper into my old ways, but Georgia hadn’t mentioned my behaviour, or the ultimatum for ages and I wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not.

We skyped regularly and everything seemed to be ok.

I thought I would have to give her special attention when she came home at Easter.

“Definitely” I said aloud and promptly fell asleep.

 

I woke up just in time to see the nurse leave and hear Marion, who had returned from her afternoon tea appointment, fussing around her sister.

I walked into the kitchen and she had already got the evening meal well underway.

 

All the chat at dinner was about Marion’s new best friends; apparently they all got on famously.

I got on with them famously myself in fact Marion would have been shocked at just how famously I got on with them and the level of intimacy that existed between me and her new buddies. 

Then I chastised myself for my childish behaviour and had to admit to myself I was a little jealous of having to share Katy.

I quickly snapped out of my silly mood and listened as 

Marion said that she particularly wanted to go to Marks and Spencer, for knickers and stuff, but mainly she just wanted to shop at the British stores she didn’t get in Alaska.

Now Kiddingstone had quite a good shopping centre and would probably have met most of Marion’s needs but Pandora and Judith volunteered to take her to one of the big out of town places and make a day of it. So they were going to be out all-day on Thursday.

 

The intervening days passed without incident and the green-eyed monster didn’t appear again.

On Thursday morning Pandora was knocking on the door even before the nurse had arrived and I watched as Marion and Pandy trotted off excitedly down the path to be met by an equally excited Judith at the end of it.

Almost the very moment Pandora’s Cherokee pulled away the district nurse arrived and another day was off and running.

 

It seemed like an age since Katy and I had spent the day together, just the two of us but after breakfast I asked her

“Do you wish you could have gone with the girls today?”

“Good grief no” she responded with a scoff “I hate shopping”

“Really?” I asked astonished that there was actually a female of the species who detested shopping

“Yes” she replied, “I buy everything on line”

Then she corrected herself

“Bought everything on line”

 

We spent a very pleasant day together and Katy managed to resist the urge to take an afternoon nap so she could beat me at crib again.

We had eaten supper and cleared away and were half way through “The Lady Vanishes” before Marion returned laden with bags and spent the next hour telling us all about her day.

And so enthusiastic was she in her description it was difficult not to be interested.

 

Bright and early on Friday morning when I opened the door it was to the familiar face of my cousin Molly.

“Hi Moll,” I said

“Hi Cuz” she replied “and before you start, if you make any reference to “frumpy nurses” I’ll smash your face in”

“Grumpy nurse more like” I said, “I think you need to work on your bedside manner”

“My manner is exceptionally good at the bedside” she corrected me and gave me a kiss “as you well know”

After I had closed the door she asked

“I’m a bit early,” she said looking at her watch “is she up?”

“She’s in the bath” I replied, “come and have some coffee”

 

As we sat drinking our coffee I asked

“How come you’re here so early?

“I’ve come straight from the hospital” she replied “in fact do you mind if I hang around here for a bit, I’m on a split shift today and by the time I get home it’ll be time to head back again”

“Sure, no problem” I replied

 

As the morning went on I was beginning to regret my decision as Molly was excessively tactile, invading my personal space at every opportunity and she even kept rubbing up against me like an overly friendly puppy and she did everything to make her affections clear without actually shagging my leg.

Eventually I got fed up of her in constant touchy feely mode and following me everywhere, she was like sticky glue, but it was when she followed me into the utility that I snapped

“What is the matter with you Molly? Are you really on a split shift today or is just that you want me to split your whiskers?”

“I don’t have any whiskers” she replied all coy. “But…”

“But what?” I snapped again

“I’m so horny” she replied

“Well I can’t do anything about that at the moment” I said

“But I’m really horny” she pleaded

“Well you need to go and deal with it,” I told her

“I already did that, twice, and I’m still horny” Molly replied

“Well go and try again,” I said

“But it’s not MY finger that I need” she pleaded again

Just at that moment the washing machine reached the spin cycle

“Sit on that” I said and walked out

 

She must have taken my advice, as I didn’t see her for about half an hour.

When she did reappear I was sitting in the kitchen talking to Katy and Molly boosted herself up so she was sitting on the kitchen counter behind Katy.

Then she decided to up the stakes by playing the “Basic Instinct” gambit, sitting in my eye line “Sans Pants” and making quite sure I knew it as she kept flashing her hairless minge at me while I was trying to talk to Katy.

The problem was that the thought of her wanking herself really turned me on ever since she told me that when she hadn’t been rubbing up against me she was somewhere in the house rubbing herself.

I had a semi brewing and the thought of her sitting on the washing machine vibrating her pussy to a climax stirred me even more.

Molly was sitting flashing her fingered flange at me and I just wanted to fuck her there and then in fact I couldn’t have wanted her more if she’d started to wank herself off with Katy sitting there.

I tried to keep eye contact with Katy when she spoke but obviously my eyes kept wandering to from Katy’s eyes to Molly’s lips.

Thankfully before I exploded in my pants Marion came breezing into the kitchen and Molly’s leg snapped shut like a bear trap or perhaps more appropriately a clamshell.

Katy was reading an article from her magazine aloud, the name of which escaped me, as does the content of the story,

Luckily Marion’s arrival was also timely as it meant I didn’t have to show just how little attention I had been paying to Katy.

 

Any way we all had lunch together and I was trying to figure out how I was going to get into Molly.

I sat there all through lunch looking for a way I could manage to shag her.

We could have tried sneaking off to the study or my house of pleasure in the garage but the most likely outcome was going to be going out in the car for some contrived reason and park in the woods and shag in the car.

I couldn’t wait until lunch was over I was finding it difficult to interact; I have never been able to maintain a conversation and an erection at the same time.

 

As we were clearing away after lunch all my prayers were answered as Pandora was ringing to invite Marion to go over to Kiddingstone for the afternoon, there were apparently some things that Marion couldn’t get the day before.

So that was that, that was my in.

As soon as Katy settled down for the afternoon Molly would be able to get the rogering she’d been begging for all day.

 

When I was upstairs putting Katy to bed

“Are you ok?” Katy asked, “You seem a little distracted today”

“I’m fine I’m just a little tired is all” I lied “I didn’t sleep very well last night”

Well she had noticed my distraction but I didn’t know if she had picked up on what was bothering “little miss hot lips”

Katy was normally very perceptive, sharp as a knife, however the combination of her illness and the medication could quite easily dull the blade.

 

After I put Katy to bed I wandered downstairs and as I approached the kitchen I suddenly caught sight of Cousin Molly sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked fingering her hairless pussy.

The nagging semi I had been nursing for hours stemming from my earlier thoughts of Molly’s self-abuse now turned into a full on boner.

Molly wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as I walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing.

“What’s going on here then?” I said as I quickly undressed

She didn’t answer but then it was a rhetorical question.

I walked towards her and kissed her full on the mouth.

Molly was still fingering her wet crack and then with her free hand she reached out and grabbed my swollen cock

“I thought you couldn’t take care of my horniness today?” she said mimicking me, between kisses

“A window opened up” I replied “and I see that you have too”

“Shut up and fuck me” she purred and pulled my throbbing cock towards her moist pink pussy.

I hesitated, as I wanted to kneel before her shaven pussy and nosh on her juicy cunt.

But after all her delicious sexy self-abuse she didn’t have time for that.

“I need your cock,” she moaned

So I let her plug my cock into her hot cunny and with her legs hooked behind my arse and her arms locked around my neck I fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking.

“Oh that’s it,” she moaned

She was so hot and she was so creamy being inside her was like being immersed in warm honey.

As I pumped into her she let out deep rasping moans

“Oh Cuz, Cuz” she panted

Then her breaths became coarser and her moans deeper

Her thighs were holding my hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath my buttocks and holding me inside her.

I could only give her short measured strokes one after another and then another until

“Ohhhhhhhhh” and she came and my climax instantly followed

Then she kissed me

“God Simon I really needed that” she sighed still gripping me like a vice.

“Are you satisfied now?” I panted

“If I say no will you fuck me again?”

“Yes” I replied

“Then I’m nowhere near being satisfied” Molly said

“Then you’d better get your slutty arse into the study then nurse”

I ordered her and she ran down the hall naked and into the study as instructed.

I paused only to pick up all the clothes and then joined her.

 

 

 

 

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (32) Breakfast Buffet

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime; they were just much steamier than before, in fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timer’s but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

One of the people who benefitted from the House of Funs success was Darren Ballard, who worked as a masseur, and apart from the financial there were also fringe benefits.

Because once the Spa started to cater for the more depraved tastes he managed to get a bit of depravity for himself, which was why he lived alone in the village, in what was his parents’ house, and was content to do so, he had no entanglements in his life, he had no need for a relationship and all the complications that came along with them, and he had no need of a sex partner as he got all the sex he needed at work.

So, no one was more surprised than he was when he started a relationship with Andrea Dennis, a Pangmere girl born and bred, who provided him with home grown depravity.

 

 

Darren and Andrea had spent the night together in his cottage but the next morning they had to be up very early so he could drive a very sleepy headed Andie back to Abbottsford so she’d be there in time for the first lecture.

As usual he had risen early, in both senses of the term, thinking he might start the day by splitting her strawberry whiskers, but she rebuffed his advances

“I’m too sleepy Darren” she said

“Ok I’m going to grab a shower, when you’ve dragged your gorgeous arse out of bed you can make the coffee.

 

So while he was showering Andrea went down to the kitchen to make drinks and when he was dressed for the day he carried her bags  downstairs and when he got to the bottom, he dropped her bags by the door and called out to her

“I don’t think we have time for coffee”

“I can’t hear you” she retorted “come in here and say it again”

“Where are you?” he shouted

“I’m in the kitchen” she called back, so he walked down the hall and into the kitchen and found Andrea lying draped across the kitchen table like an erotic buffet completely naked casually teasing a large pink nipple with one hand and fingering herself between her strawberry pubes with the other.

“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked

“Always” he replied as he un-trousered his stirring beast.

“I thought you were too sleepy for a shag,” he said

“I’ve woken up now” she replied

“So, I can see,” Darren said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself.

Darren stood there looking down on her, keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping, and sliding herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.

When she had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm, she then lustily sucked her tangy grease from her fingers, so he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.

Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the table Andie’s cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her.

“Oh God Darren” She moaned, “That feels so good”

He partially withdrew, but so impatient was she that Andrea wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him back into her hard and she moaned loudly and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.

“More of those” she begged

So, he gave her another hard one and her hands gripped the sides of the table to brace herself and then she got another.

Andrea gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as she gripped the table harder with each thrust.

Darren had to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.

Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms, he shot.

When he looked down at the sweaty panting wreck draped across the table he thought the erotic buffet now looked like it had been well and truly enjoyed, as it most certainly had been and by the time he had put the last length into her grateful pussy the table had moved two feet from its original position.

When they had finally stopped panting, she said

“Now you may go about your business” and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.

“Cheeky mare” he said and lifted her legs and spanked her arse really hard and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek.

“Bastard” she said but then she chuckled.

Suffice is to say she was late for her lecture but neither of them cared about that.

Freya St David, 05 – Goddess Of The Folks Meadow

 

Freya St David was a pretty young girl with strawberry coloured hair.

She was barely five feet tall, slender and pale and was fast approaching her eighteenth birthday.

She was a fresh faced English rose and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.

Freya lived in the village of Tipton in the northern most part of the county and was off to university in September and she now knew precisely what she wanted to do when she graduated, nursing.

She didn’t know what area she wanted to do but she knew her career would be in nursing.

She had been rudderless for the last few months and had lost focus, distracted by sex and her need to explore.

But now she had a steady boyfriend again and he would do, for now.        

There was just time for one more fling before she went away.

 

Sam Brotherton was the next door neighbour and Freya had had a crush on him since she was 12 years old.

He was the same age as her dad but in Freya eyes he was fit in every sense of the word.

It wasn’t unusual for young girls to have crushes on older men in fact it happens more often than not.

But most crushes didn’t come to any more than that, crushes.

And the likelihood was that Freya’s would go the same way as most of the others.

But during her sexual awakening when she began to scratch the itch of desire beneath the safety of her duvet he loomed large in her lustful thoughts.

Though since her liberation from fresh faced English rose virginity and her subsequent period of sexual experimentation she thought with her new found self-confidence she might try to take her crush a step further.

 

Since she had lost her cherry the summer before she had grown in confidence to the point she had developed the technique of flirting to great effect.

Freya knew by the way Sam looked at her that he fancied her too but she didn’t know if he would act on his desires as she planned to.

The omens were good and the timing was perfect, Freya was on the verge of leaving for university and the Brotherton’s had sold the house and were moving away so there would be no chance of any post coital embarrassment or awkwardness.

 

She took the chance one fine sunny day when he was home alone packing up the contents of his garden shed ready for the move and Freya’s parents were at work.

They even had a choice of venue, home or away, Freya smiled when she thought to herself that Sam would be playing away wherever they did it.

Freya was wearing a bikini, in fact it was the briefest one she owned and left nothing to the imagination the bottoms didn’t even cover her cheeks.

She entered quietly through the back gate and crept up behind him.

“Hello handsome Sam” she said cheekily and startled him

“Oh” he exclaimed “you made me jump”

“You look very busy” Freya said

“Yes, yes lots to do” he replied nervously as his eyes consumed her.

“It’s a shame having to work on such a lovely day” she said coyly  

“I’m sure there are more fun things to do” she added as she stroked the hairs on his forearm

“Oh um er well erm, lots to do” he stammered “busy, busy, busy I’m afraid”

“What a pity” she said and turned away but she could feel his eyes staring at her luscious little cheeks.

Freya was a philosophical girl, she had tried it on with Sam and he had rebuffed her but she wouldn’t let that stop her, she had unfinished business with him now.

 

It was still a glorious day as Sam Brotherton reached over the top of the gate and lifted the latch and quietly opened the gate.

He could see Freya immediately as he walked into the garden, she was on the deck lying on a sun lounger wearing her skimpy bikini.
She had her back to him and was lying on her side reading a magazine and he admired the curve from her hip to her waist a sensual sight even on a small frame.

Her strawberry blonde hair was tied back to reveal her freckled neck and shoulders.
Being so fair skinned she was lying in the shade as he walked up behind her and said

“Hi Frey”

She turned and looked over her shoulder.

“Hello Sam” she said without surprise “Did you change your mind”

He knelt down on the decking and said

“I’m taking a break”

Then he untied the string on her bikini top and slipped his hand beneath it and cupped her little breast.

“I knew you wanted me” she said and pushed her book away

“You know we shouldn’t” he said as he toyed with her stiffening nipple

“Stop then” she responded

“I can’t” he replied as his hand left her breast and journeyed across her belly until his fingers reached the fabric of her bottoms.

“Good” she responded and untied the string of her bottoms and then placed her hand on the back of his and encouraged it on its journey.

She released his hand and it proceeded into where her bikini had been brushing his finger through her lush ginger bush toward the prize.

“We shouldn’t” he said again but Freya parted her thighs and his fingers slipped into her creamy wetness
“Oh we should” Freya moaned softly

She was still lying on her side as he continued to frig her.

Freya was wriggling and squirming as he worked on her and it wasn’t long before he brought her to climax, as she approached she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and clamped it over her mouth and then she came.

After she unclamped his hand from her mouth she gasped out

“Oh Sam, I want you” and started to roll over on her back

“Stay as you are” he said and shuffled into position and in an instant he penetrated her.

"Oh that’s so good” Freya said encouragingly       

"So good and so dirty" she added the second part because she thought that was what a man of his age would want to hear,

As he entered her repeatedly her white knuckled hand gripped the frame of the lounger as she received him.

As he shortened his stroke and increased tempo the lounger was skipping around on the deck, rattling and shaking until he grasped the frame also and then delivered the coup de grace. 

When he withdrew from her Freya was left thinking “That was nice” but alas it was no more than that, it did not quell the fire and  had not lived up to expectations in fact it left her in mind of her first time.

She rolled over on to her back to show off his tidy young body to him in all its glory and watched him put his cock away.

“That’s a pity” she thought still feeling a little unsatisfied.

Fortunately for her he returned after lunch.

Freya was lying on her back with her eyes closed as he approached

“I thought you might like to play some more” he said and as she opened her eyes he removed the towel he was wearing and exposed his already erect penis.

“Oh yes” she said

And this time she was thoroughly satisfied to the point of exhaustion and as she dosed naked on the chaise longue everything in the St David’s garden was lovely.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (012) The Lady in the Black Dress

 

It was a beautiful moonlit night at the Midsummers Eve Ball and just before midnight Luke Martin was enjoying an illicit cigar on the East Terrace of the Great Hall.

The reason he chose that particular place to smoke was because it was the furthest from the ballroom and therefore the furthest away from his wife’s disapproving eye.  

But that wasn’t the only reason he always sought out that spot.

He also went there to be alone because he rarely saw another soul, and he liked that, he liked the solitude, and he liked to enjoy his smoke in peace.

He looked up at the hunter’s moon hanging in the clear night sky as he exhaled the mellow smoke long and slow, which was when his peace was broken by the clip clop of stiletto heels on the flagstones.

He was just about to lambast the intruder for invading his retreat but when he turned to look at the source of his annoyance, he saw it was the girl in the black dress or more precisely the Lady in the black dress, Lady Samantha Lyndon-Sanders.

The black dress in question was a full length evening dress which fitted her every contour and even in the moonlight it was patently obvious that she was completely naked beneath it.

“Hello Luke” she said “I thought I’d find you here”

“And you were looking for me why?” he said impatiently

Luke had known Lady Sam for several years and had always fancied her but he was a bit short with her because he just wanted to smoke his cigar in peace.

“Oh I just fancied a smoke” Lady Samantha replied falsely

“I’d like to know where you have your cigarettes hidden” he said looking her slowly up and down and the only things he located were her proud nipples.

“I don’t have any” she replied “as you can see well enough”

“I would have to agree that what I can see poking through your dress are not cigarette” he said

“No they’re not” she agreed “So I’ll share yours”

Lady Samantha stood very close to him as she took the cigar from his hand and took a long drag on it which Luke found strangely arousing.

They stood on the terrace in the moonlight together and smoked the stogey to a stub and Luke flicked it into the night.

“Well what do we do now?” she said “The night is young”

But before Luke could answer she began kissing him passionately on the mouth which he instantly reciprocated while his hands caressed every inch of her his hands could reach, and as his hands confirmed Lady Samantha’s lack of underwear, her hand pulled down his zip fly and expertly extracted the evidence of his arousal through the opening so her evening gloved hand could proceed to tug gently on his shaft.

Lady Samantha stopped kissing him and smiled as she continued tugging on his cock, then she dropped to her knees and eagerly took him in her mouth.

Luke stood on the patio in the moonlight as Lady Sam consumed him expertly and with relish until he exploded in her mouth.

 

“Wow” he said as he zipped up his fly “That was the best smoke I ever had”

“Wait until next time” Lady Samantha said getting to her feet and brushing the dirt off her knees.

“You can have the rest of me when there’s no cotton mouse in the way”

“I’ll look forward to it” he said

“And so you should” she responded and kissed him and then clip clopped back to the Ball.

 

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (31) Teaching the Newbie

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime; they were just much steamier than before, in fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timer but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

Of course, it wasn’t just the clientele who got their fair share of sin, the staff did rather well from the Hotel trade as well, one of them being twenty-seven years old assistant housekeeping manager Orna Black.

 

She was a pretty girl with long straw-coloured hair who stood barely five feet tall.

Orla was also slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away, but she was as strong as an ox.

When she first got her promotion, she worked tirelessly to repay the faith put in her.

This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening, but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.

 

It wasn’t always diligence though that kept her late, sometimes there were little distractions such as Maria Gomez who worked in the restaurant, she was half Filipino and half Spanish, and was Orla’s girlfriend, however Maria had returned to the Philippines for a few months and so Orla was on her own again, she really loved Maria and planned to be celibate but she was just too horny last it out. 

So, she was on the lookout for something temporary to fill the gap, she was almost certain Maria wasn’t going to be faithful while she was away, so she didn’t feel any pangs of guilt.

She set her sights on the new girl Abigail Evans, she was 17 years old and was assigned to housekeeping, and judging by the way she checked out Hannah on reception and the female guests she was definitely gay, and the way she looked at Orla whenever she thought she wasn’t looking also told her she was in with a chance.

What made her even more attractive was the fact that she was almost certain Abi was as yet, untarnished.

Orla had had a lot of lovers since her sexual awakening, but she hadn’t had a virgin before, she hadn’t been someone’s first and she found that prospect very exciting.      

She decided to take the unpresented step of training Abigail herself and was roundly praised for it.

What they didn’t realize however was that the training Orla had in mind had nothing to do with housekeeping. 

 

Because she had noticed Abi looking at her, a number of times, she decided she would give her something more to feast her eyes upon. 

So underneath her overall she wore a skintight top and no bra, a short skirt, knee socks which on her small stature reached her thighs and her skimpiest thong.

She also selected rooms which she knew would not be occupied or likely to be so on that day.

 

Once inside the room Orla went through a well-honed routine of going around the room opening and closing cupboards, explaining what went where, what was expected and all the while the pupil’s eyes never left her teacher.

Orla then went in the bathroom and when she emerged she had taken off her overall and teased her nipples to full erection so they stood proudly through the stretch fabric of her top, and when Abigail saw them her eyes popped out almost as far as Orla’s nipples.

After she had the newbies undivided attention she continued into the room and went through a full repertoire of bending and stretching and it was when she was standing on tiptoe reaching up above the dressing table mirror that she saw Abi staring at the wedge of flesh between the top of her sock and the hem of her skirt.

“Have you seen enough?” Orla asked

“Erm sorry” Abi responded

“That didn’t answer my question” Orla barked

“No, sorry”

“Ok let me ask you another question” she said, “Would you like to see more?”

“What?” she replied and gulped

“Would you like to see more?” Orla asked

“Yes” she gasped   

“Good, undress me then” she ordered

“What?”

“Undress me” she repeated

“Yes Miss Black” she said meekly “What should I take off?”

“What would you like to take off?”

“Everything” she replied quietly

“Excellent choice, everything it is then” she said and kicked off her shoes

“I have to do it” Abigail said sharply and walked towards her.

She was taller than Orla by nine inches so it was effortless for her to pull the top off over her head and as she cast it aside her eyes were open as wide as saucers as they consumed every inch of Orla’s pale breasts with their pink swollen teats.

She was still staring at her little titties as she pulled down the zip on her boss’s skirt.

Abigail dropped to her knees and pulled the skirt down over her boss’s narrow hips and as it fell easily to the floor her eyes were saucer sized again as they fixed on Orla’s skimpy knickers and the wisps of straw coloured hair curling above the lace.    

“Can I kick it away?” she asked

“Yes Miss Black” she replied and without taking her eyes off Orla’s crotch she pulled each long blue sock tantalisingly down her boss’s slender legs until all that remained were the skimpy panties.

Abi’s hands were shaking as her fingers slipped inside the waistband of Orla’s knickers and she was biting her lip as she slowly pulled them down to her ankles.

“Kick them off” she instructed as her eyes feasted on the lush straw coloured bush right in front of her as the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the luxurious bush stood looking lustfully back at her.

Orla kicked her knickers away and looked down and smiled as the innocent stared at her first pussy, then she put her hand on the back of the girl’s brunette head and pulled it towards her bush and then much to her delight Abigail rubbed her face in the coarse hair.

“Do you like my scent?” she asked

“Hmmm” Abi responded and began to run her hands up her thighs at which point Orla pushed her away.

“No touching” she said “Not yet”

In response Abigail sat back on her haunches and looked up at her like a disappointed child.

“Now it’s your turn” she said

“Yes Miss Black” Abi said very childlike and stood up.

Orla also got to her feet and began unbuttoning Abi’s uniform as she fidgeted in front of her, and when the final popper was popped she threw open the two sides and was rewarded with a delightful sight because beneath it Deborah was in her underwear.

As she slipped the garment off the young girl’s shoulders she was still fidgeting and transferring her weight from foot to foot and her breasts were jiggling inside the large pink cups before Denise’s eyes. 

The boss stood admiring her junior standing before her in her underwear for too long because she pushed Orla back, so she plopped down on the bed and she said boldly

“I want to do it”  

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and Orla watched as the tension in the cups relax and when Abi let the pink lingerie fall away Orla said 

“Lovely”

Abigail kicked off her shoes and without further ceremony divested herself of her black tights.

Denise was staring at the crotch of her pink panties which was visibly saturated and slid off the bed to kneel before Deborah’s wet pussy   

“Those are mine” she said and yanked them down before burying her face in her wet bush.

“Is it time for touching now?” Abigail pleaded

“You want to do it now?” she asked

“Oh yes Miss Black” she replied

“Come here then” Orla said standing up and taking her young charge in her arms and kissed her

“Wow” Abigail said after enjoying her first lesbian kiss.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yes”   

“Then you’re going to love what else I can do with my mouth” she said and sat her on the bed and pushed her thighs apart.

 

Two hours later they kissed by the door before leaving the room and as they walked down the hall Orla said

“An encouraging beginning Abigail, but I think extra training will be necessary”

“Thank you, Miss Black, I’ll do it anytime”

“It’s very refreshing to find someone so willing to learn” Orla remarked

“I’m very willing Miss Black” Abigail replied

Freya St David, 04 - Goddess Of The Folksyang

 

Freya was normally a bit of a tomboy and most evenings she was generally in jeans and a t-shirt but on this particular evening she had a date so she wore a skimpy top and a little skirt.

He was four years older than she was and had a reputation in the village for only being after only one thing.

A reputation she was keen to explore as she had recently dumped her one and only boyfriend of 12 months.

Gary had been her first boyfriend and her only sexual partner and although she had loved him and the sex was nice.

But she was only 17 and didn’t want to settle for nice and she believed that Owen Green would give her what she wanted especially if the rumours about him were true.    

 

So it was that Freya St David the five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale skinned strawberry blonde was waiting in the village by the entrance to Tipton country park.

She had only been stood there for three or four minute when she saw Owen coming her way, he was tall and muscular with bleached hair and a lantern jaw.

“Hello babe” he said

She didn’t like being called babe and she assumed he only used it so he didn’t have to remember names.

“Hi” she replied, he wasn’t really her type and she didn’t suppose for a moment it would be anything other than a first date.

They had nothing in common other than they were both hoping for a shag.

They were walking in the park on the way to the country club and Freya was struggling to converse with him, he seemed incapable of anything other than monosyllables but she was really horny and so she persevered.

It was when they were about hallway to the club when they heard a call

“Freya!”

She turned around and saw it was her friend Emma

“Oh shit” she said

“What’s the matter babe?” Owen asked

“It’s my friend Emma” Freya replied “if she tags along we’ll never get rid of her”

“Come on then” he said and grabbed her arm “lets run for it”

“FREYA” Emma shouted as they ran off down the path, and then Emma ran after them.

“Down here” Freya said and took him down a path leading into Tipton woods but Emma was gaining on them.

They reached a small clearing with a large fallen oak

“Up here babe” he said and scrambled up onto the oak then he reached down and hoisted Freya up as if she was a bundle of matchwood.

Then he went up to the next bough and repeated the operation and then they were concealed beneath the foliage and in the safety of the shade by the time Emma arrived in the clearing.

Emma called Freya’s name a few times more and then she muttered something under her breath before she went back the way she came.

 

After about five minutes they deemed it was safe to climb down.

Owen went first and swung down from the large bough effortlessly.

It was a little more problematic for Freya because she was so tiny.

“Slide down on your belly” he said

“What if I fall?” She asked thinking to herself that this was not what she had in mind for the evening.

“I’ll catch you babe” he said

As it was she chose to shuffle herself down the bough hugging it like a like a little ginger koala which she did to great effect.

But as she did so her skirt rode up the result of which for Owen was a perfect view of her pristine white pants.

Freya was oblivious to that fact, as well as the subsequent show she was putting on when her knickers rolled off her left buttock and between her quivering cheeks.

She wriggled down another foot or so until her semi exposed buttocks were illuminated by a shaft of golden evening sunlight.

Picking her out like a performer being hit by a follow spot.

“You’re doing great” Owen said as he stood with one leg either side of the bough so he could maximize the view

“Am I nearly there?” she asked

“Oh yes” he replied

Her toes were only about a foot above the main trunk when apart from large areas of her lovely arse being visible to Owens delight,

wispy strands of curly hair became visible against her white pants.

“Hold it there” he said and she froze.

“What is it?” she asked with alarm

But Owen didn’t answer instead he kept his eye on the prize and slipped his fingers inside her.

“Oh.,,wen” was all she could manage as he started to frig her and she knew it wasn’t just a rumour about him being a dog when it came to women.

Freya gripped the bough tightly as he continued fingering her until he pulled the elastic of her knickers aside and the rumour mill was proved right and OH GOD that rumour was true too, she thought as he filled her.

And as he did so Freya filled the woods with moans of audible pleasure as he roughly did what the rumour mongers said of him until in mutual satisfaction they came.

When Owen pulled out of her he helped her down to terror firmer.

She leant back against the trunk of the fallen tree as her legs were a little wobbly.

Climbing trees may well not have been what she had in mind for that evening but Oh God the climb down most certainly was.

As they redressed Owen said

“Do you want to go for that drink now?”

“No need” she said after all the drink was just a prelude to sex, she’d had what she came out for and he wasn’t intelligent enough company to sit and talk to.

 

On the walk home she met Emma

“That wasn’t very nice” she said indignantly

“What wasn’t?” Freya said

“Running away like that” Emma said “I know you saw me”

“Sorry” Freya said

“Why did you do it then?” she asked

“We wanted to be alone” Freya replied

“What for?” she persisted

“Honestly Emma you are such an innocent” she said

“Why do you think a girl wants to be alone in the woods with a man?”

Emma just shrugged

“Sex” Freya said bluntly

“You had sex with him in the woods?” She asked shocked

Emma was the same age as Freya almost to the day yet they were years apart in every other respect.

Bless Freya thought she’s such an innocent.