Choice Tales from the Vale – (256) Naughty on any Level

 

Apart from her normal duties as district nurse Bronwyn Pond took it upon herself to provide additional services, partly to make sure they regained their self-worth, but on occasions it was more intimate.

One of her all too familiar haunts was Shaftsbury Towers in Finchbottom, a rundown modern day slum tenement.

When she got there she found, not for the first time, that the lifts weren’t working and so she had to yomp up 15 flights of stairs up a stairwell that stank of piss.

She was more than a little flushed when she reached her destination, short of breath and short of patience.

Her first patient was Sharon Grogan, a pretty terminally ill 19 year old girl, who was quite naturally depressed.

Bron was almost 35 and very experienced in her field and she had watched many young people dying before their time.  

Bronwyn knocked on the door and a moment or so later Mrs Grogan, the patient’s mother answered the door.

“Hello dear” she said

“Hello Mrs Grogan” Bron said “How’s the patient today?”

“The same” she said blankly “I don’t know how to help her”

“Just be supportive” she said

“It’s hard though dear” she said putting on her coat and going to the foot of the stairs.

“Sharon! The nurse is here” she shouted up the stairs “the pretty one with the blonde hair”

Bronwyn smiled and Mrs Grogan said

“You can go up when you’re ready, I need to do some shopping”

 

On that day Sharon was very down and begged Bronwyn to flick her off and she reluctantly agreed.

Well reluctant isn’t quite the right word, it wasn’t an unusual request, she was often asked, begged, for her intimate tender touch, by men and women and for the majority of times she was happy to oblige.

Because one important fact to remember about Bronwyn Pond was that she played for both teams.

 

When she reached the stairwell the lift opened and Mrs Grogan got out.

“Oh wonderful, they’re working again” Bronwyn said

“Yes dear, thank god” she said “How’s the girl?”

“You know, I think she’s a bit brighter” she replied

“Oh I do hope so dear” Mrs Grogan said

 

She was thankful that the lift was working again as she was feeling a bit leg weary.

She said her goodbyes to Mrs Grogan and stepped in and when she turned around she saw Tom Hughes jogging towards the lift.

Although she was often willing to accommodate the relief of patient’s urges, which she looked upon as purely medicinal, there she always drew a line.

She never, no matter what the circumstances accommodated family or friends of the patient.

But Toms mum wasn’t her patient anymore, so she pressed the hold button.

“Thanks” he said

“No problem, how are you? How’s your mum?” she asked as the lift began to descend

“Good” he replied

“I bet you are” she thought as she looked him up and down, fingering Sharon might well have brought her some relief but it had left Bronwyn very horny.

So she began flirting with him which was when the lift started rattling and shaking and then came to an abrupt halt and threw the pair of them into one corner.

“I don’t mind if I do” she said and kissed him.

Bronwyn was stood in the corner facing the wall like a naughty child, which was quite appropriate under the circumstances as she had her uniform rucked up around her waist and her tights halfway down her thighs while the bulk of her knickers were up the crease of her arse and her curly blonde pubes were clearly visible as was her pink oozing pussy.

Tom had just withdrawn his sticky dick from wet oozing minge and was in the process of putting it away.

“That was so good” she said “and so bad” and she almost purred,

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he said and gently slapped her bare arse.

“Me too” she panted and the lift started moving again.

By the time they had reached the ground floor she had redressed and was the picture of respectability again.

The only downside was that she had to complete the rest of her round with very wet knickers.

“C'est la vie” she thought to herself and smiled

Choice Tales from the Vale – (255) Cougarville

 

In the busy market town of Childean divorced fifty something sisters Jackie Griffith and Janet McGee were prowling Cougars who preyed on unsuspecting lotharios who themselves preyed on young unsuspecting girls.

 

One such lothario was 30 year old Michael Lloyd who used his younger half-sister Emma to befriend his target and give him an icebreaker.

Emma was uncomfortable doing it but Michael completely controlled her.

But that was all set to change when Michael aimed her in the direction of Jackie’s daughter Terri.

Theresa Griffiths was a third year at Abbottsford University and was a year younger than Emma and when they met they hit it off straight away and were inseparable for the three days before Michael made his move.

They were sitting at the bar in the Blue Jay Club on Friday night when he sidled up to them

“Hello sis” he said and kissed her “Fancy finding you here”

“Yes fancy” she said “This is my friend Terri”

Which was Michaels cue to pour on the charm while plying her with drink while remaining sober himself leaving him in the perfect position to take advantage of her.

What he didn’t know was that Terri was a hardened drinker and was not going under the table to suit his timetable, but then out of the blue she said

“Why don’t you come back to mine? It’s only round the corner” 

“What a great idea” he said and to his sister he added “I’m sure you have other plans”

“Yes I do” she said

“What a shame” Terri gushed and gave her a long hug

 

“I like to dominate” Terri purred as they walked into the house

“Really?” he said “I don’t mind a bit of that”

“That’s good to hear” she said and kissed him “now get undressed”

He quickly complied and strutted around the room showing of his physique and his sizable penis.

“Oh very nice” Terri said as she walked towards him brandishing a pair of handcuffs in one hand and some silk rope in the other.

“Your turn” he said

“I’ll tell you when its time, now sit on the chair, hands behind the back of the chair” She said and threaded the cuffs around the central strut of the chair back and snapped them on his wrists.

Then she tied his legs securely to the chair legs and when he was tightly trussed to the dining chair she kissed his forehead and walked behind him

“I’m ready to watch you undress now” he called

“That’s not going to happen I’m afraid” Jackie said

“You’re just going to have to make do with me and my sister”

“What?” he said with alarm “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Jackie and this is my sister Janet”  

“What?” he barked “Where’s the young one?”

“She not here” Janet replied

“For God sake I wasn’t expecting to end up with some dried up old crones” he yelled

“I know, you were hoping to get your end into my daughter” Jackie retorted

“Which was never going to happen” Jackie added “and furthermore she’s currently moistening her finger in your sister Emma”

 

The wrong side of fifty the sisters may have been but they kept their bodies in very good order and they were dressed in full black silk and lace regalia accompanied by wicked grins.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked as Jackie knelt down by the chair.

“Oh I’m going to have some fun” she replied and took hold of his impressive cock.

“I don’t want you to do that?” he protested

“Oh you will” she assured him and took him in her mouth while Janet un popped the crotch of her teddy. 

“So much for being dried up” she said as her finger went between her lips and came out wet, very wet.

Then she made him lick her juice off her finger.

“I’m begging you to stop” he said

“You say that” Janet said as she watched her sister going about her task “but your cock says different, and soon you’ll be begging for more”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (254) There’ll be Nun of that

 

He did not possess any high principles, he did hold certain standards and preferences but they were at best flexible.
But despite his penchant for all things crumpet, he did always try to avoid fishing in someone else’s pond, no matter how attractive the body of water might be.

You might call it a code but he had eventually abandoned it after repeatedly failing to meet his own exceptionally low standards and had repeated his failures on numerous occasions since.

If he did possess any scruples he had shown by his behaviour that they could be overcome, as his many peccadilloes could testify to.

So when Sister Gloria of the Mary of Bethany Convent in Finchbottom made a pass at him, courtesy of an over indulgence on communion wine, he surprised himself when he declined her advances and broke away from her embrace.

“Are you worried about your immortal soul?” She asked with a chuckle

“Because I would think you’re probably damned already for all the sinning you’ve done”

“No of course not” he snapped

“I’m more concerned about yours”

“Oh that” she said, “well I’m of a purer bent than you and I shall merely have to repent my misdemeanour”

He looked at her doubtfully

“Look I have my faith,” she said with conviction “I know that I have eternal life awaiting me”

“I can’t do it with a nun” he retorted and kissed her on the forehead and then left.

He didn’t know why he didn’t accept Gloria’s invitation to canoodle, it certainly wasn’t through a lack of attraction or even what she was wearing, he liked uniforms and outfits, and vestments certainly didn’t put him off.

He didn’t even think it was because she was a nun although had she been in any other vocation he would probably have jumped her bones in a second.
But as he walked away the overwhelming feeling was not that he was growing a spine or at the very least getting a conscience but he wasn’t kidding himself.

What really stopped him was she thought that having sex with a philanderer was sin free.
Making him feel like a vegetable in a slimmer’s diet plan.

In fact he was so miffed that he went straight to a pub and picked up the first available girl he could find and split her whiskers over the bonnet of a BMW in the pub carpark just to reinforce his reputation as a philanderer.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (253) In a Broken Dream

 

Her head was full of erotic images and her sleep was restless and fitful,  

Her skin tingled, her nipples were aroused and she kept licking her lips.

It was such a vivid dream, so vivid it felt like a cock was inside her, penetrating her again and again.

She rolled her head from side to side and she was at the ecstatic erotic point, that erotic dreamland between erogenous dream and sensual reality, unsure if she was vividly dreaming of getting seen too or if she was actually being fucked.

However the next feeling of penetration left her in no doubt as she opened her eyes and knew for sure that he was inside of her.

“Oh Stephen” She said and smiled at him before she closed her eyes again as he penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a riverbank with every toe curling penetration making her squirm beneath him.

It didn’t take long once he had fucked her wide awake before he made her cum hard as he gave her one long satisfying stroke after another. 

And by the time he was onto the short strokes she was in a frenzy.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (252) Lust at Lovers Leap

 

Iain Blair was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel as he did every summer and he had spent the first week of his holiday reacquainting himself with some of his old conquests while being constantly on the lookout for new ones.

But it wasn’t just the women that brought him back to Teardrop Lake year after year, because he enjoyed the Dancingdean Forest and his Lakeside walks immensely.

 

On one particular occasion he took a longer than usual walk owing to the larger than usual lunch he had consumed when he ran into Georgina Cooper, who worked at the Lodge along with her best friend Gerry Cummins.

She looked lost and lonely without her outgoing bubbly sidekick Gerry.

Georgie was a quiet, caramel skinned beauty who lived in the shadow of her more confident pale skinned friend.

The fact that she was adrift was evidenced by the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling towards him.

“Hello Georgina” he said

“Oh hello”

“You a bit fed up, Are you missing Gerry?” he asked

“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few days”

She looked rather sad, but hopefully from this chance meeting he thought he might put a smile on those soft lips hers while pleasing himself at the same time.

 

Despite being a fresh faced 20 year old student she was no innocent and being make up free made her pretty rather than beautiful but he thought it truly serendipitous to meet her at a time when he had an itch to scratch and he had every intention of taking full advantage of.

 

Her friend Gerry on the other hand was cut from different cloth which was the most fundamental way in which she differed from Georgina.

Gerry didn’t do things by chance, and she never went out without make up and when he had met her a few days earlier walking down that lane from the lodge it was because she had planned it that way.

And according to Gerry’s pillow talk, it wasn’t that Georgina didn’t want it as bad as her friend, she did, she just didn’t have the know-how or the gumption to get it.

But on that day fate had taken a hand.

“I’m just going for a walk” he said “would you like to keep me company?”

“Yes please” she replied

 

They walked the full length of the Northern perimeter road, from the Shallowfield Lodge all the way to lovers leap.

Once they had ooh’d and aah’d at the wonderful view out across the Dancingdean Forest proper Georgie spread her towel on the flat rocky surface and lay down on her stomach.

Iain lay down beside her and began by caressing the exposed flesh of her back, his hand reaching ever higher until with one hand he deftly unhooked her bra.

As soon as her bra was unhooked she turned over onto her back and smiled her consent.

 

After a minimal amount of foreplay she was ready for him to deliver the coup de grace.

She was reluctant for him to undress her completely so he got her on her knees with her face on the towel, he thought to himself that hiding her face in her towel wouldn’t disguise her moans when he got going and almost instantaneously she turned her head on its side, and grasping her hips firmly he pulled her onto him until his cock was deep into her tight young pussy.

 

When she came Georgina screamed loudly, the sound echoing across the tree tops and a second later he erupted inside her.

As he withdrew she rolled onto her back, her top and bra up around her neck and her shorts and knickers around her knees.

Her beautiful caramel skin glowing with lustre.

 

So he had had the dark skinned dusky and exotic Georgina on the rocky outcrop of lover’s leap a few days after having the pale skinned peaches and cream Gerry on all fours in a dinghy out on the lake.

He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to, being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age of 20 and both willing to go again.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (251) The Great Bear and the Christmas Maid

 

Markus Zeiler was a great bear of a man, standing 6’ 6” tall, barrell chested with hands like shovels.

But he was brought to his knees by a skinny Little waif standind 4’ 11” by the name of Nikki Ashbee

They were both in their mid twenties, both had flaming red hair but he was a gentle giant who barely spoke and she was a little livewire who never shut up.

They also had in common the fact that they were in love, though neither of them knew that they were the recipient of that love.

Markus couldn’t imagine that a beautiful little thing like Nikki could ever be interested in him, and she thought he was probably looking for someone as quiet as him.

They both worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead, she was a chalet maid and he was a general handyman.

Markus lived in Sharpinghead but Nikki was from Finchbottom and as the summer season was coming to an end she was running out of time, if nothing happened between them they would go their separate ways and were unlikely to see each other again, but if she got her way she would stay on.

 

Nikki finally got her man when they were on what was known as mothball duties, closing down those chalet that would not be needed during the winter season, which meant a major clean and then all the furniture was sheeted.

Because she was so tiny she managed to enlist the help of the gentle giant with moving the furniture, though she was more than capable of doing it herself, because she was much stronger than she looked, she just used it as an excuse to get close to him.

But it didn’t really help because she was such a chatterbox, even if he could have found the words he wanted to use he would have struggled to get a word in edgeways.

 

However every thing came good in the end when they were on their fifth chalet and Nikki decided she would make him get physical.

And she got all the physical she could handle and after that first time they couldn’t keep there hands off eachother and suffice is to say that she didn’t return home to Finchbottom and stayed on at Maxlin’s and spent all winter making love in whichever empty chalet they wanted.

 

It was over a  year since Nikki and Markus got together but they were as hungry for each other as ever and their second Christmas together was on the horizon and when November finally arrived Nikki decided it was time to decorate for Christmas but no one could remember where the decorations were put after the previous year.

After two weeks of searching every nook and cranny they were spotted in the loft in the staff block by the head of housekeeping, Christine Evans.

 

In the staff accommodation village there were rows of chalets, similar in design to the guest accommodation but much smaller, and at the center was the staff block.

This contained offices, store rooms and a common room, with comfortable chairs, where staff can sit around and relax, drink coffee and watch TV or just sit around talking.

 

Christine Evans hadn’t actually seen them herself as she had never been in the loft, because she was scared, partly of the dark but mainly of cobwebs and spiders, but one of her staff had seen them.

 

Nikki and Christine were stood talking in the common room when Markus walked through the door.

“Did you want to see me?” he said to Christine

“Yes, we’ve located the Christmas Decorations” 

“So come on big boy” Nikki said cheekily “it’s time to get the Dec’s down from the loft”

 

The entrance to the loft, where the Dec’s had been seen, was via a large hatch way in the common room ceiling.

Markus reached up one of his great paws and pulled the catch and the hatch swung open and then he pulled down the loft ladder.

“Are you going up?” he asked Christine knowing the answer

“No fear” she said and shivered

“Go on then Danger Mouse” he said to Nikki “You go first”

 

Without hesitation she was straight up the ladder and Markus followed quickly behind her so he could look up her skirt.

She knew that he would and frankly would have been disappointed if he hadn’t.

He enjoyed the view above the top of her long socks, but he had to resist the temptation to grope her cheeky little arse as she wiggled up the ladder.

He would have if Christine hadn’t been looking on.

Once they reached the top Nikki switched the light on and started looking around but despite the light the corners were quite gloomy.

So Markus switched on his torch which Nikki immediately snatched from his hand.

It was quite a large space and was used as an additional storage area during the peak season.

And during the course of the year the boxes of Christmas decorations, which had been put up there after the previous year’s festivities, were gradually pushed further and further back from their starting point.

“There they are” she squealed excitedly and rushed to the far corner of the loft.

She then got down on her hands and knees and began pushing boxes in Markus’s direction.

“Oh shit” she exclaimed

“What wrong luv?”

“The Angel has fallen out of the box” she said sadly “and it’s fallen down behind this thing”

The “Thing” she was referring to was the wooden “A” frame that held the roof up.

“There it is” she said as she shined the torch beam into the darkness.

It hadn’t fallen too far but it was difficult to get at because of all the boxes in the way.

“Can you reach it?” she asked you’ve got longer arms than me”

“A T-Rex has longer arms than you” he retorted and laughed

He clambered up but he couldn’t get close enough to the objective to bring his long reach into play.

“I can’t get close enough” he said as he crouched down “I’ll just have to move these boxes”

“That will take too long” she said impatiently

“I’ll just have to wriggle between the woody things, you can hold onto my legs so I don’t fall”

“Ok” he replied and she headed towards the biggest gap while Markus moved some of the boxes to accommodate his huge feet.

The gap she went for was a little above Markus’s waist height but it was higher for a skinny Little waif of 4’ 11”.

He was helping her through the small opening between the roof supports and as she wriggled and squirmed he kept getting tantalising glimpses of her pale blue knickers.

“How are you doing?” he asked

“I’ve almost got it” she replied “another couple of inches should do it”

“Ok” he said and manhandled her a bit further and in the process made sure he had and uninterupted view of her cute little arse

“What was that?” She asked as he pulled the hem of her skirt up towards her waist, brushing her plump little buttock in the process

“Cobwebs” he replied

“Ok” she replied doubtfully but he didn’t pay attention his mind was on other things.

“I’ve got it” she shouted triumphantly “pull me back”

It was when he began retrieving her small frame from the darkness when the view of jiggling buttocks before his lascivious eyes became a gift to precious to pass up.

She wriggled backward slightly and her legs started flailing about and to his absolute delight the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her bum cheeks.  

He could hear her muttering as she wriggled again and then wispy strands of curly red hair appeared visible against her white thigh.

Then there was another wriggle and he was rewarded with a view of her lips.

“Lovely” he said

“What was that?” she called but her ignored her because oportunity had knocked for the great bear.

Instead of possitioning her in the best place to extricate her he chose the best attitude for him to indulge himself.

He shuffled slightly to his right and turned Nikki so she was effectively on her side and lifted her upper leg and began kissing her exposed thigh.

“What was that” she asked with alarm “That wasn’t cobwebs”

In lieu of reply he used his great thumb to pull her knickers aside and then he noshed her.

“Oh God” she moaned “Stop that right now, we’ll get caught”

“Christine won’t come up here, she’s a wus” he replied as he opened her up to receive his tongue

“Oh God” she yelled

“Is everything ok up there?” Christine shouted

“Yes” Markus replied “We need to move a load of boxes to retrieve the Angel, we might be a while”

“Oh ok, I’ll go and put the kettle on”

“Good idea” he said and returned to his task

“You must stop” she pleaded “someone will come”

“And that will be you baby” he replied and pushed her thighs as wide open as he could but she was still completely accessible to him and he sipped from her fresh pink clamshell.

Nikki squirmed as his tongue explored the petals of her pussy.

Had he not heard her cum with that delicious sound she always made he would still have known the precise moment of bliss because he felt her body go rigid plus there was other evidence on her lips.

 

After he had noshed her juicy pussy to climax he retrieved her lips panting little body and lowered her to the floor.

“You are a very dirty boy” she sighed as she hugged him “And you used to be so shy”

“Are you complaining?”

“No I’m not” she replied definitely

“Good, let’s go to an empty chalet so I can get dirtier” he suggested so they delayed putting up the decoration until after he’d split her crimson whiskers in chalet 69.    

Choice Tales from the Vale – (250) An Indifferent Damsel in Distress

 

It was in the early nineties Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, It was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married. 

It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.

“Is Amanda in” she asked urgently When Greg had opened the door.

Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and stood around five foot three in her flip flops.

As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.

“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”

He said and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.

Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.

While he stood and comfort her without speaking when she said

“I’m sorry” and burying her tearstained face in his neck.

He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise with crying women.

They held that position for some time until Ellie’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below began to stir itself.

While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, soft lips, hot mouth and an electric tongue.

The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them having sex in the hallway and then making love in the spare room. 

The reason for her distress on that first occasion was that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the sex and the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.

A brief affair followed their first evening of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said

“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.

Subsequent visits and tales of woe followed some were truthful and some were fabricated just because she was horny.

He wasn’t really too concerned whether it was a sympathy shag or pure unadulterated lust as long as he got his end away. 

 

Although they always had sex on her visits to the house while Amanda was away, on whatever pretext, that was after all her primary reason for going there, however when Amanda was at home they always acted with complete indifference toward each other.

And there smoke screen clearly worked as Amanda would always apologize to him for inviting her or thank him for putting up with her.

 

However on one particular occasion he found it difficult to maintain his unfeeling stance, in fact he couldn’t keep his hand off her.

It was Amanda’s birthday and they had a BBQ in the garden with around 30 guests, one of whom was Eleanor.

As was her custom at the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees, pale blue with a fine white vertical pinstripe over a bright red cropped t-shirt and when he spied through the side slit he noticed she was wearing big red knickers.

And it was the red knickers which got his heart racing.

 

He stood for a moment admiring her tidy little derriere, as she bent over the freezer and as she stood up from her task he slipped his hands inside her dungarees and aimed straight for her breasts, but alas she was too quick for him and she thwarted his attack.

“Will you behave” she said “Amanda will see”

“Amanda is pissed” he replied

“Amanda is merry and still sober enough to notice you groping her friend” she replied but smiled a toothy smile.

 

About half an hour later he was staring through the kitchen window watching his quarry as she bent over picking up a black sack full of rubbish and her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined little buttocks so he slipped quietly into the room and when he was right behind her he squeezed one tender cheek.

“Don’t you ever give up?” She said and slapped him hard on the arm.

“Oh go on just one more squeeze” he pleaded

“Honestly I don’t know what’s gotten into you today”

“I know what I want to get into you” he replied with a leer.

Ellie shook her head and frowned as she left the kitchen and a moment later Amanda appeared from the opposite direction.

“I wish you two could learn to get on” she said

“I know love” he said “I am trying to get on with her”

 

When the time came for the birthday cake everyone was crowding around the birthday girl and Eleanor was at the back of the group standing on tiptoe trying to get a better look when Greg crept up behind her and put both hands inside her dungarees and went straight up to her bra and began to unfasten it.

“Stop it” she said and pushed him away.

 

But minutes later he tried the very same move again

“Stop trying to undo my bra” she whispered

“Well go and take it off and then I won’t have to” he whispered back

Ellie stood and looked at him for a second as the crowd moved back out into the garden and then she slipped into the downstairs toilet.

 

Greg was sitting at the kitchen table when Ellie returned and looked at him as she stood beside her bag and took her bra from her dungarees pocket and let it dangle from her hand momentarily before letting it drop into her bag, then she gave him a filthy leer as she reached into her other pocket and then dangled her big red knickers from her hand and dropped them on top of her bra.

“Are you two still winding each other up” Amanda barked and went back outside.

 

“I’d better go” she said

“And I think you had better come with me” he said and took her hand and pulled her into the downstairs loo

“What are you doing?” she said

“What I’ve wanted to do all day” he replied and kissed her

 

Greg was sitting on the toilet with Ellie sitting on his knee, the front of her dungarees was in her lap and he was playing with her tittie as she tongued his ear.

He left her erect nipple and looked into her eyes as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant straw coloured curly bush.

Greg’s hand dallied in there and she held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his digit parted her lips and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.

He frigged her until he brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.

Ellie was panting in his ear and she said

“I want more”

“Do you?”

“Oh God yes”

“Well if you get a migraine then you can have it” he replied

 

He was sitting in the kitchen again when Amanda walked unsteadily in and slurred

“I know you don’t like her darling but could you please be a dear and take Eleanor home, she has migraine”

“Of course” he replied

 

The journey wasn’t a long one and Greg made it even shorter by driving especially fast as his horny passenger was fingering her minge all the way there and the moment they got through her front door she shed her dungarees and got on her hands and knees and he did het on all fours in the hallway.