Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho
It's home from work we
go
We all have ways to relax
at night
Cokey snorts some Snow
White
Creepy likes flashing
in the park
Sleezy self abuses in
the dark
Gropey likes trains in
rush hour
Humpy pays for girls
by the hour
Lustful hangs around
at the docks
And Prof comes home
with the pox
The Osborn’s and the
Sherlock’s had lived in Childean for many generations and every year they had a
family holiday together in Spain.
Peter and Kate Osborn
and their sons Brian and Mark, Kate’s sister Christine Sherlock and husband
David and their daughters Karen and Julie, and they stayed in the Villa that
was jointly owned by the two families every year in Moraira, just along the
coast from Benidorm.
Mark Osborn was a twenty nine year old solicitor who still lived in the
old family home in Childean although, his parents having retired to their
Spanish Villa and his brother Brian was
working for a magazine in New York.
On Boxing Day Mark and his girlfriend were invited to his uncle and
aunts house on the other side of Childean for the day, but due to a mix up
between Glenda and Mark as to who the designated driver was, they both got a
little pissed and had to stay the night.
This caused a bit of a reshuffle on the accommodation front due to his
Aunts insistence that the couple sleep in separate rooms.
Not just because his Aunt was a good Christian woman but mainly because
she knew of his reputation as a womanizer and she was not prepared to allow him
to disgrace himself and degrade a young woman under her roof.
God only knew what she
would have done if she’d known he had degraded both of her daughters already.
On one family holiday
in Spain, Mark, who was a few weeks short of his nineteenth birthday at the
time made love to his her oldest daughter Karen who was just sixteen for the
first of many occasion.
And her youngest daughter Julie seduced him in his own bedroom when she
was 22.
So the result of the segregation meant Glenda shared the spare room with
his cousin and fuck buddy Karen while he was forced to endure their enforced
separation on the lounge sofa.
He found it difficult to drop off, partly because it wasn’t very
comfortable but mainly because his head was full of images of his girlfriend
sharing a bed with his fuck buddy cousin who had also on a number of occasions
experimented with her sexuality enough times to be considered bi-sexual, and
obviously this had given him a major hard on.
After tossing and turning for about an hour his erection had begun to
abate but that urge was merely replaced by an acute need to pee.
Mark tiptoed his way upstairs to the loo and relieved himself.
He was yawning as he stepped back onto the landing and was not really
paying attention and so he bumped into Karen coming the other way.
There was an instance of recognition and then she pushed him back into
the bathroom and planted a wet sensual kiss on his lips, and this immediately
relit the fire in his loins and as his cock was pressing into her flesh he made
a move to grope her tits but Karen pushed him away.
“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly
“I’m on the blob anyway,” she continued as she pulled down her knickers
and sat on the loo.
Karen then proceeded to pee; and this did nothing to diminish his erection
as he always found it inexplicably arousing.
Karen obviously noticed his cock twitch in his pants because after she
wiped herself dry she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and pulled him
closer.
Once she had him standing in front of her Karen began pulling his pants
down and she licked her lips as his cock uncurled itself from its confinement.
Karen then
reached out and grabbed hold of it and kissed his helmet.
For the
first time she took her eyes off his cock and looked him in the face as she
played with him and said.
“This is for
Christmas”
Mark closed
his eyes as she gently tugged on him and he felt delicate soft kisses on his
sensitive knob.
“This was a
real Christmas surprise,” he thought as her tongue flicked around his helmet in
quick feather light licks until all at once, in one smooth slurping instant
he was in
her mouth, he could feel Karen’s fingers still caressing his shaft
lightly and he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared
accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled wickedly before devouring him
again with her hot mouth.
He could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him and
her fingers tightened their grip on his shaft as her lips slurped around his
cock.
“Oh that’s so nice Kaz,” he gasped
“It’s a shame she’s on the blob,”
he thought as he was fast approaching the point of no return but he could tell
by the lip
smacking and slurping that she had already decided what she wanted to do.
He had one hand on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her hair
while the other caressed her bulging cheek.
Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of his shaft and she was
tugging on him furiously.
Then Karen took one final pause for air before his saliva soaked cock
slipped comfortably between her lips again and her mouth sealed tight around
his throbbing cock.
Snorting through her nose, her mouth joined her busy fingers in the
rhythmic wanking of his cock.
He was so close now and Karen could sense it and she was going at him
like fury,
So close, so close
“Oh Karen”
His buttocks clenched tight
Closer, closer
“Babe, Babe”
And then his hands were pulling her head onto him as he shot his load
into her mouth and her eager lips sucked him dry.
Karen was still sucking and licking at the last of his seed before her
lips smacked one last time as she released his shaft.
“Merry Christmas” She said
“And a Happy New Year” he responded as she gave his helmet one final
licking suck.
A moment before they left the bathroom Karen asked
“If I wasn’t on the rag would you have fucked me with the gorgeous
Glenda just down the hall?”
He answered her question with another question
“If you weren’t on the rag would you have tried giving Glenda head and
wishing her a Happy Christmas”?
She slipped off her long leather coat.
Revealing just her
underwear
Standing before me
dressed all in black
A leather Basque, lace
panties
A garter belt and
stockings
And six-inch stiletto
heels
I was instantly
aroused
And wanted her there
and then
But instead she knelt
before me
At the altar of my
lust
And took the sacrament
She wears sexy underwear
And speaks dirty to me
I handle her roughly
Like a rag doll
I bend her to my will
I grope at her breasts
Toy with her nipples
My fingers first probe
Then penetrate her hot
wetness
And revel in her
response
Then she begs me to
enter
And as I do I feel her
shudder
Such burning passion
Consumes us both
As we are lost in the baseness
of the act
Filthy words spill
from her lips
As we exorcized our
lust
Then sweet ecstasy
In the moment
Of our passions
culmination
The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of
Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a
few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow, which is a large sprawling village beside
the gentle shallow River Willow, which runs unhurriedly from the Pepperstock
Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it’s in the Village of Willow where
28-year-old Alex Monroe lives in the house he was born in.
His parents have retired to a Villa in the Greek Islands and the six
bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and his brothers, Colin, two
years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and Greg, two years older,
who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills National Park, so Alex had
the house to himself the vast majority of the time.
He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown hair and by profession an
illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not exclusively and he had the
summer house converted into a studio from where he can work in peace, free of
distractions, the latter was particularly important as he was very easily
distracted, especially by women and his distraction of choice normally came in
the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side of buxom, and he rarely
strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic attachments.
That is until the day he had his first encounter with Clarissa St
Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front door, in a state of
inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.
At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion because she was not his
normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a mature cuddlesome peasant
wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she was only 18, if the number
on the balloon was of any significance.
However despite that, a sexual encounter did take place between them
in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted it too, or as far as she
planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her virginity.
Which he declined to do that night, though he agreed that he would
when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual interludes followed, until
the day finally arrived when she got what she wanted, and more because he took
her cherry and her heart.
But after a long summer of lust, lovemaking and love the time came for
Clarissa to leave Willow for University, and by extension her boyfriend, but
she was back home for Halloween as they were heading to Finchbottom for a fancy
dress Halloween Party and he was picking Clarissa up from her house, he was
dressed as a Roman, but he had no idea what she was going to be wearing, she
had been very secretive about it, but she said he would love it.
So he drove next door and got out and let himself in her house and
shouted
“Clarissa! Where are you?, we’re going to be late”
“I’m in the kitchen” she called back so he walked across the hall and
into the kitchen and found Clarissa lying draped provocatively across the
kitchen Island, wearing her claret and blue hockey kit, casually teasing a her
nipple through the Claret fabric of her shirt with one hand and fingering
herself with the other.
“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked “or is
punctuality more important”
“Punctuality is always important” he replied “but it is also rude not
to except a gift when its offered”
“I know how much you dislike tardiness so I started without you to
save time” she said coyly
“So I can see,” Alex said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously
frigging herself up the leg of her pale blue knickers, and he lifted his toga
to release his stirring beast, and then he 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 and then she
lustily sucked the tangy grease from her fingers he grabbed her by the knees
and dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.
Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the island, Clarissa’s cunny
was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in
spearing her up her knicker leg.
“Oh God Alex” She moaned, “That feels so good”
He withdrew ready to go again, but so impatient was she that Clarissa
wrapped her skinny legs around him and pulled him back into her, and she moaned
loudly and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her
again.
Alex gave her another length and her hands gripped the sides of the
Island to brace herself and Clarissa gave great panting moans with each stroke
and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and her
knuckles showed white as she gripped the counter harder with each thrust.
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
and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost
control and in short pumping spasms he shot and Alex looked down at the sweaty
panting ginger beauty in her hockey kit, and he found himself wondering how
many other outfits from her schooldays she still had in her wardrobe.
As he withdrew down the leg of her pale blue
hockey knickers, he looked down at his handiwork
“Your lovely hockey knickers are saturated”
he said proudly “you won’t be able to wear them tonight”
“It’s ok” she said “I have two spare pairs
in my hand bag”
“Why two?” he asked
“Well it not like you’re not going to stop
on the way to the party” she said as she pulled her wet pants down her thighs “and
fuck me again, in our lay-by”
There layby was on the Finchbottom Express Way, the only layby on the
entire stretch that offered any privacy as there was a stand of trees shielding
it from the road on one side and a shrubby copse separating it from fields
beyond, on the other, and it had been the sight of many lusty adventures
between them.
“I have clearly created a monster” he said and kissed her “a cute
nubile monster, but a monster nonetheless”
A lustful smile was on her lips
When he responded “treat” to her
As her cloak slipped to the floor
Leaving every inch of her bare
“Like what you see?” she purred
“Very nice indeed” he whispered
“You may take for your pleasure
All my delicious candy treasure”
A witch appeared on Halloween
She was clearly a natural blonde
And when asked to step inside
She played with the wizard’s wand
