Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket
battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port,
the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and
manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the
Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye
can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the
Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s,
Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the small village of Oxley Green
in close proximity to Nettlefield, where our story takes place.
Ian Tilley had just finished his Masters at Abbottsford University and
was spending the summer with his uncle Silas, who was the Vicar of St Thomas’s
church in Oxley Green, which was where he met the sweet young things.
He had been at his Uncles for less than a week when he walked up to
the village green to attend the Village summer Fête, but even though he was had
only been there a few days he was not a newcomer as he had spent every holiday
there for as long as he could remember and he had made a lot of friends among
the younger members of the village population over the years
It was very well attended but he didn’t really know many of the people
but he thought he would take a look, show willing at least, so he went on a few
of the side shows and drank a couple of pints in the beer tent and by late
afternoon, a combination of too much beer on an empty stomach and the heat of
the sun had left him a little light headed so he decided to call it a day and
headed back across the field in the direction of the Vicarage.
He only got about half way across the field when he was hailed by
Sharon Todd and Riette Thomas and he turned to see them tottering towards him
across the grass shoes in hand and ever so slightly tipsy.
The girls were best friends, quite inseparable and he thought them
very gorgeous but alas they were only 15, even though they kept reminding him
they were actually 15 and three quarters, sadly that three quarters was not
going to keep him out of jail if he did what he had thought of doing.
But they were both lovely girls and he liked them a lot and not just
sexually.
Riette was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red
hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Sharon was an inch shorter
with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut summer dresses
they looked even more so.
They tottered up alongside him, each taking an arm, Sharon as always
was flirting outrageously.
“Can we come back to yours Ian?” Sharon said
“The oldies won’t let us have another drink”
“It’s not like we’re drunk or anything” Riette chipped in
“Can we?” Sharon said again
“Please Ian?” Riette added
“Ok” he said, “as long as you behave”
“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Sharon
“Will you spank us?” Riette said and giggled
“You’ll get me arrested,” Ian said
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave
him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down
the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of
himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really
fit tits.
Sharon saw him looking at her plump brown tits and giggled so he
looked again.
Then he compared them to Riette’s pair and when Sharon whispered to
her friend what he was doing she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent
him from looking again.
When they reached the Vicarage he left the giggling flirts outside
while he went inside to change and came out 10 minutes later just wearing an
old pair of baggy shorts and he joined the girls as they sat on the patio which
was now in the shade and he gave them a glass of wine each.
Which on reflection was not the wisest thing to do, Sharon kept
leaning over him so he could have an unrestricted view of her tits, which was
giving him a hard on like a milk bottle.
In between glimpses of Sharon’s pert jewels, they danced around the
vicarage garden flirting and flaunting and flashing their skimpy knickers,
whether knowingly or otherwise, was immaterial as it was not diminishing the
intensity of his erection.
Finally out of breath they tottered over to him breathless to drink
their wine and sat their pert arses on his lap while they drank which made his
cock throb and his balls ache.
He thought that Sharon must have been able to feel his dick under her
buttock but if she did she didn’t make it known.
Maybe she would reflect on it beneath her duvet that night as she
fingered her young pussy.
Anyway he decided that it had to stop so he pushed them up onto their
feet and simultaneously gave their buttock a little pat and then gave each
plump little peach a lingering squeeze and seriously considered shagging the
pair of them then and there.
After all they were only a little bit too young but he nobly thought
better of it, as he figured perhaps less nobly that in a few months they would
be fair game.
“I think it’s time for you two to go, before I do something I’ll
regret” he said
“But we’re having fun” Riette protested
“And we don’t mind a bit of sexy fun” Sharon said and blushed and then
both girls giggled
“When you’re old enough maybe,” he said reflecting on the time when it
would be legal, if not immoral to shag their collective brains out then he
smacked each of them satisfyingly hard on their firm derrieres causing them to
release delightful stereophonic squeals.
Which was the moment when Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and
she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was
equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than
her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you
surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
He assumed that she was there to spoil his fun and protect her young
sisters’ virtue and make sure Ian didn’t shag her, but in truth she was there
to make sure if anyone got shagged it was her and he thought her coy denial
about being one of the pretty girls was either false modesty or she was fishing
for compliments.
But he didn’t dwell on it because he was distracted by the discovery
that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her summer dress and being the kind of man
he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused
his already swollen cock to twitch.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked
“Yes please” Sharon replied eagerly
“Me too” giggled Riette
“I wasn’t asking you two, you’ve had enough” Ian said “I was asking
Katie”
“No thanks but another time when you’re not surrounded by pretty
girls” she replied
“As I said before you’re one of them” he said
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her and she turned her head away
coyly.
“If that doesn’t get her legs open nothing will” he thought to himself
and smiled just as the back gate swung open and Uncle Silas walked up the
garden.
“Hello girls” he said jovially and there followed five minutes of
light hearted chattering and then the girls went on their way.
Ian watched them as the three girls tottered down the lawn and when
they reached the gate all three turned and waved and Sharon blew a kiss.
“You don’t know just how close I came to splitting your whiskers today
girls,” Ian muttered under his breath.
“They are sweet young things aren’t they?” the Vicar said
“Yes uncle” he agreed but to himself he added “and I have a very sweet
tooth”
And he mused that before the summer was out he would split all their
whiskers.
The two younger ones when they were legal and the older one much
sooner, in fact had his uncle not returned when he did he would have wet his
balls with her that very afternoon
After Uncle Silas had gone indoors Ian struggled out of the chair but
the enormity of his erection and his aching balls made getting up and then
walking somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately he was wearing the baggy shorts.
He made his way gingerly in through the door and went inside for a
piss, which was hellishly difficult with a hard on.
Ian had to lean forward like a ski jumper and even then he still
managed to hit the cistern so he finished his piss in the shower instead.
By the time he got back outside to the patio his cock had reduced down
to a semi but he still had lover’s balls so he went upstairs and wanked himself
off to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany
dining table.
After Ian Tilley entertained the Thomas sisters and Sharon Todd in the
vicarage garden he was left seriously aroused and had to take his erection and
its accompanying lover’s balls upstairs to wank himself off, and he did so to
an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining
table after which he looked forward to when he would turn the fantasy into
reality as it turned out he didn’t have to wait too long.
It was the next day in fact, to his surprise that his fantasy was made
manifest.
Not that it was a surprise that he fucked her, that was always going
to happen, and the prompt fulfilment of his fantasy was also no surprise, as
his pussy radar told him she was game, what was however surprising was the fact
that she was a virgin, he hadn’t expected that at all, but he didn’t mind as it
added to the spice for him.
Katie’s wasn’t the first cherry he’d popped in his time and he knew
for a fact she wouldn’t be the last.
After that first time he spent all summer wetting his balls with Katie
until she was very accomplished in bed, or indeed anywhere else he chose to
have her.
One afternoon after he’d nailed her in her parent’s bed they were
laying in the afterglow when she asked out of the blue
“You know that Sharon is sixteen on Saturday”
“I did know that” he confessed
“And do you also know that she is expecting you to keep your promise
about shagging her once she was “legal”” she continued
“Yes I did know that as well” he confirmed
“So are you going to?” she asked
“Very definitely” he said
“I thought you would” she said “And are you going to pop Riette’s
cherry when she turns 16 at the end of the month?”
“Probably” he replied “would you mind if I did?”
She thought for a moment and replied
“No, not as long as she doesn’t get any of my share”
Katie knew about Ian’s reputation for shagging anything with a pulse
long before she surrendered her virginity to him, and she wasn’t looking to
convert him, Ian was a wonderful lover but he would be a crap boyfriend, so she
didn’t want him for anything other than sex.
As for her sister if she wanted a taste of what she’d had, once she
was old enough, she wouldn’t dissuade her.
But Katie was enjoying what she was getting and she didn’t want her
sister or their friend Sharon to curtail her supply of cock.
It wasn’t as if there was any love between her and Ian, they were very
fond of each other obviously but first and foremost they were fuck buddies.
She would find love elsewhere, hopefully when she left for University
in September, she would meet a man she could love and the man she fell in love
with would get her love, her heart and the benefit of Ian Tilley’s summer long
sexual tutelage.
Although she might well revisit the well of his dirty delights if the
man she lost her heart to couldn’t ring her bell.
In the mean time she was happy being fucked senseless by Ian and it
would have been churlish of her to deny her friend Sharon and her own sister
Riette the benefit of some experienced choice cock.
When Ian woke up one
Saturday morning he still had vivid lurid images of naked women performing
every conceivable sexual act on him and as a result of what he had been
dreaming about he was sporting a spectacular early riser, unfortunately the
girl in the village who had become the default recipient of his erections all
summer long had gone to Abbottsford for the day.
He was still semi hard
when he left the Vicarage to take a walk around the village to see what morsels
he might find, but after an hour of fruitless searching he went for a walk
through Oxley Glade, a dense area of ancient woodland, and followed the path
that threaded its way through the woods which was his usual route before he
made his way towards home and as he meandered his way along the path, he heard
a voice behind him.
“Wait for me Ian” the
voice said, “wait for me, wait for me”
Ian turned around but
he couldn’t see who it was
“Wait for me” they
continued shouting a little louder this time and then crash, a girl came
running around an oak tree and hurtled straight into him and they both ended up
on the floor, the girl was the young, and perhaps more significantly “legal”
Sharon Todd.
“Ouch” she said
rubbing her left knee.
“Are you ok?” he asked
as he helped her to her feet.
“Just banged my knee a
bit,” she said laughing
“I didn’t think I was
that close to you”
She was a very pretty
girl, five foot one with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin, courtesy of her
ancestry, her father was from the Philippines and her mother was Spanish and as
a result she was a beautiful colour.
“Happy birthday by the
way” he said suddenly remembering she was now “16” or put another way she was
now “legal”.
“Thank you,” she said
grinning
She looked very cute
in a yellow lacey fascinator with small white flowers.
Sharon was wearing a
very smart yellow outfit, consisting of double breasted jacket, a pleated
flared skirt, cream tights, and a white blouse and court shoes.
“Aren’t you a bit
overdressed for walking in the woods?” he enquired
“Yes, a bit I suppose”
she agreed
“Is there a reason?”
he pressed
“Oh yes, it’s my
aunties wedding” she replied
“So why are you here?”
“The reception doesn’t
start until three so I had a couple of hours to kill” she replied as she began
to brush dust off her legs and was making it worse so he fished out a hankie
from his pocket and handed it to her.
“Use that” he said
“that will help for the moment”
Sharon rubbed at it
and winced, but again it wasn’t improving things at all.
“Come on, come to the
vicarage and we’ll get you cleaned up”
“Ok” she said
brightly, as that was precisely what she had in mind when she chased him
through the woods.
“Bad luck having to
share your 16th Birthday with a family wedding” he said as they walked towards
the vicarage.
“Oh no it was great, I
got loads of presents from the guests” she said “I think I got more gifts from
friends and family than the bride did”
“Talking of friends,
where’s Riette?” he asked
Riette was her best
friend and they were inseparable they had been friends forever.
“She went to
Abbottsford with Katie” she said just as they arrived at the vicarage and they
went inside.
“I don’t think the
dirt is coming off your tights without rinsing them out, so go and slip them
off and rinse them” he told her “and I’ll hang them up, they’ll be dry in
plenty of time for the reception”
“Do you want a drink?”
he shouted as she was in the downstairs bathroom
“A glass of wine
please” she shouted back, as she stepped into the hall, she had taken off her
tights and was holding the wet bundle in her hand.
“Ok I’ll take those,
you go and sit on the sofa” he said
Ian walked into the
lounge with a drink in each hand, a damp cloth in his pocket and a towel over
his shoulder.
He handed her the
drink and said
“Happy birthday”
And then they chinked
glasses before he knelt down in front of her and took the damp cloth out of his
pocket and washed the dirt off her knee
“So what are you doing
for your birthday?” he asked as he worked
“Mum and Dad are
taking me and Riette to a swanky restaurant in Tipton” she said very pleased
with herself.
“This might sting a
bit,” he said as her dabbed at a small cut he had reveled under the dirt on her
knee
“Ooh” Sharon winced as
she sat perched on the edge of the sofa.
“I’ll put a plaster on
or you’ll bleed onto your tights”
He had his right hand
under her knee as he applied the plaster and Ian got a quick flash of white
knicker against her dark skin as he lifted her leg and he said
“So sweet sixteen….”
He began, rubbing the corners of the plaster with his thumbs
“…. And never been
kissed” she finished
“That can’t apply to
you,” he said and Sharon blushed
“Get away with you” he
replied looking at her face and she blushed deeper and looked down into her
lap.
“The boys must be mad,
they should be queuing up to kiss a gorgeous girl like you” he said “I know I would
be”
“Would you?” Sharon
said lifting her eyes from her lap
“In a heartbeat” he
replied and her dark eyes said “kiss me then”
So he backtracked a
little
“But I’m not a 16 year
old boy, I’m a man of nearly 25, and you’re still a girl, a very pretty girl,
but a girl none the less”
In response she
reached forward quickly and kissed him on the mouth, more of a peck really than
a kiss and she went horribly red.
Well he wasn’t
expecting that for a second, it came right out of left field.
So he moved the hand
that was on her knee up to her crimson cheek, which was burning with embarrassment
and he stroked it gently and pulled her face towards his.
“Do it like this” he
said and put his lips to hers once, twice and then a third time when their
mouths gently sealed on each other’s and their tongues engaged.
It only lasted a few
moments and when their lips parted he said
“There, now you’re a
sweet sixteen who has been kissed”
In response she gave a
heavy sigh then leant into him saying
“Again please”
But Ian put his finger
up to her lips
“Too many kisses can
lead to mischief,” he said
“Again” she pleaded
and their lips met again, this time in a longer deeper more sensual union and
when he broke away Sharon sighed again.
Ian got up and went
and sat on the other half of the sofa, he wanted her now, very much, but she
was only 16 and even if it was legal now she was still very young, if Sharon
wanted to continue she had to take the lead.
Morally it was a bit
of a cop out but once the blood rushed to his dick his morality blurred a tad.
But he wasn’t going to
force himself on her, she was still young, and she had to be in the driving
seat.
So he sat on his end
of the sofa and Sharon got up and walked over to him and sat on his knee, which
he took to be his invitation to give her a special birthday gift, after all he
was very horny and morals were not his strong suit.
“You know what this
means?” he asked
“Yes” she said and put
her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth and it was a hot
liquid kiss.
This served to stir
his loins and stiffen his resolve as well as his shaft.
While the kiss
continued and the passion heightened and as their tongues dueled, Ian began
undoing the buttons of her blouse slowly and deliberately, one by one, by one,
until the point their lips parted and her face burrowed into his neck and he
could feel her hot breath on his skin.
He looked down as he
slowly undid another button, then another and then another until it was opened
to the waist and he tugged roughly on each side of the blouse to free it from
her waistband and Sharon breathed in to aid him in his task.
The breaths on his
neck were getting stronger as he slid his hands inside the blouse and onto her
soft silky skin and they traversed her landscape like it was a sensual survey
and then they found the fastener on her bra and opened it.
Ian’s eager hands made
the short journey inside the white lace bra and cupped the prizes he had
coveted since he first spied down the front of Sharon’s summer dress, just a
few short months earlier.
He couldn’t have them
then because she was under age, but he had them now, because it was her
birthday, and they were sublime, firm yet pliant, round like sweet puddings the
shade of demerara sugar, topped with muscovado coloured teats, stiffening to
his touch.
Her breath was
panting, interspersed with low moans and while he toyed with her delightful
confections Ian planned his next move.
He lured her lips away
from his neck and kissed her hard and hot and
put his right hand on
her injured knee and moved his hand slowly along the inside of her thigh, and
she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened up to in response to the
advance of his hand, so he would soon reach his target, inside her white lace
panties.
Ian knew they were
white, because he caught a glimpse earlier when he was applying the plaster and
even if he hadn’t he knew she was a classy girl so they would definitely match
her bra.
What better way was
there to take away a girls virginity than to firstly remove her from her
matching underwear.
The urgency of her
kisses told him he was close even if the feel of lace on his fingertips had
not.
He ran his fingers
slowly up her groin, never more than a millimeter from the lace until it
reached her hip bone and then it slipped beneath the pristine panties, across
her belly and down amongst her curly pubes, and he could feel her moans in his
mouth, so from her little furry snatch he traversed her mound and slid his
fingers between her lips, and she stopped kissing him and rested her forehead
against his, where with her mouth opened and she emitted a long low growl.
Beneath his fingers
her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her cream was like liquid silk on his
fingertips as he worked her gently and she moaned in response, so he worked on
her harder and she growled again.
Her growls intensified
with every stroke until the moment when her arms wrapped tightly around his
neck and she drew her knees up to her chest and his frigging of her between her
thighs brought her to the abyss and Sharon came hard.
After a moment or two
he removed his fingers from her juicy crack and slid his hand along her thigh
leaving a greasy trail as it went.
Ian was ready to fuck
her at that moment, but he didn’t want to force the pace so he waited for
Sharon to initiate the next phase or to indicate the she wanted him to continue.
He didn’t have to wait
for long because her eager little mouth was busying itself chewing on his
earlobe and wetly tonguing his ear and her hand had unsubtly settled on the
bulge in his trousers, which he immediately made twitch.
His twitching action made
her jump and then giggle before her mouth was on his and her hand began
stroking at the swelling in his lap.
The message was
obvious to him that he had the green light to finish the job, but he needed to
slow her down and give her time to think before they passed the point of no
return, so he broke away from her intense mouth and said
“Stand up Sharon”
Sharon stood up and
faced him and as she did so she was licking her lips, but then she became
self-conscious beneath his gaze and pulled the front of her jacket together to
cover her little breasts, so he put a hand on each lapel and pulled her towards
him.
With Sharon standing
five foot one in her stocking feet and him over six feet tall, her lips were
only an inch or two above his as he sat perched on the sofa so he reached up
and kissed her.
Sharon released her
hold on her jacket to put her arms about his neck and it fell open again
allowing his hands access to her bare silky skin and more importantly those plump
little tits.
And while he pawed and
fondled at them his lips began their journey down her neck and throat to join
them.
As Ian faced her dark
mounds he thought of how long he had waited for that moment to be reacquainted
with the delicious brown titties that she tantalized and teased him with on
that warm afternoon back in May.
So he kissed her small
globes softly, the beautiful caramels, before consuming her chocolate nipple
and sucking on it greedily until it was swollen between his lips, and then he
transferred his attentions to its partner as his hands travelled seamlessly
from her waist to her hips to her thighs and then to her knees where they began
to slowly slide up her silky thighs to finally rest on her perfect buttocks,
kneading each cheek as he sucked her teat, her skinny legs trembled as his
fingers reached into the waistband of her panties and pulled them easily off
her tidy little arse and down her slender thighs to her shaking knees.
That was when he left
her swollen nipple and looked up at her lovely face and she smiled him a
beaming smile, so he sat her next to him and they briefly kissed again, before
he laid her back on the sofa where he grabbed the crotch of her panties between
her knees, which were sodden with her cunny juice and he thought to himself
“They’re not pristine
white any more”, and pulled them down to her feet and off over them, discarding
them behind him.
Ian held her left leg
behind the wounded knee and kissed the plaster and then he kissed every inch
along the soft flesh of her inner thigh to her honey-drenched quim.
His nose was in
amongst her hairy black bush and he could smell her scent.
He wouldn’t dally long
at the furry cup, he just wanted to drink from her fresh unsullied lips before
he took her.
Whether it was just a
brief refreshment or not, Sharon enjoyed every flick of his tongue as he licked
at her wet cunny and when he came up for air her eyes were closed and she was
biting her lip.
It was time for the
main event so he unbuckled his belt and began pulling down his trousers.
He noticed the top of
his trouser leg, above the knee, where she had sat, was saturated with Sharon’s
juices, just as her panties were.
He quickly slipped
both trousers and pants down his thighs and released his engorged cock.
He looked up at Sharon
and could see her eyes were open now and transfixed on his swollen member, so
he took hold of his shaft in his right hand and tugged the skin back to expose
his purple head.
As the purple crown
emerged from its pink cocoon Sharon’s eyes widened in surprise.
He took hold of her
right leg, which distracted her momentarily, and they made eye contact
“Are you ok?” he asked
and smiled
“Yes” she whispered
“Do you want me to
stop?”
“No” she said very
definitely shaking her head with a look of mild alarm on her face.
“Ok” he thought “That
will do for me”
And out loud he said
“All you need to say
is “stop” and I’ll stop”
She nodded
So still holding onto
her right leg behind the knee he slid his hand down the outside of her thigh
and gripped her buttock firmly and immobilized her leg between his arm and his
side, while his right hand pushed her other leg gently sideways opening her up
wide for him.
Then Ian gripped his
shaft and prodded the wetness of her with his knob and she moaned softly, eyes shut,
biting her lip.
So gripping his cock
he pushed his pink shaft between her dark lips and he briefly felt the
resistance of her hymen before her cherry popped and she was deflowered.
Sharon moaned softly
as his helmet breached her hairy hole, then she winced as her hymen broke and
then Sharon moaned loudly as he penetrated deeply into her, he withdrew and
penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a line, then another
length and she squirmed.
He could have just
fucked her to a conclusion right there on the leather couch, but he thought
more of her than that and he thought she deserved her fist time to be a
tenderer affair than just a quick shag on the sofa so he withdrew from her
tight little cunny and she looked up at him with a look of alarm on her face.
“Did I do something
wrong?” she asked with great anxiety
“I’m sorry Ian”
Sharon had sat up and
implored him
“Tell me what I did? I
won’t do it again I promise”
In response Ian put
his finger up to her lips.
“Shhh”
“You haven’t done
anything wrong honey,” he said reassuringly
“I just want to take
you to bed now”
She was clearly
relieved and threw herself into is arms.
“I thought you didn’t
want me,” she said burying her face in his neck.
I laughed and said
“I would have to be
either mad or dead not to want you honey”
There was a brief hug
and then he said
“So come on then,
upstairs”
Sharon led the way
while he stripped off, so he was completely naked as I followed her upstairs
wearing only a liberal layer of her secretions along his shaft.
He was right behind
her as she entered his bedroom and she came to a stop beside the bed.
Ian put his hands on
the shoulders of her jacket and ran them down the sleeves and found her hands,
she immediately grasped onto the back of them and squeezed.
Sharon turned her head
to look up at him and he kissed down into her open mouth and as he did, her
tiny hands moved his great paws up to her plump titties.
They continued to kiss
for a few moments whilst he groped at her soft young tits and played with her
dark nipples then he let go of her treasures, and grabbed her lapels and pulled
her jacket off her shoulders so it fell to the floor.
Next he unhooked the
fastener on her waistband, then slowly pulled down the zip and the skirt fell
almost effortlessly off her slender hips.
They stopped kissing
as first her blouse and then her bra were dropped to the floor.
He pushed her lightly
forward so she stepped out of the pile of clothing and he made her kneel on the
edge of the bed, then he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her briefly on
the neck.
“Lie down hon” he said
Which she did without
hesitation, and he smiled because she lay flat on her stomach so he couldn’t
see her beautiful body.
Ian threw the duvet
over her and she wriggled beneath it until first her fascinator, and then the
top of her head appeared followed by her eyes, and that was all she wanted him
to see for now.
Ian noticed her eyes
were once more transfixed on his cock, which now bore a dewy sheen, Sharon’s
dewy sheen.
He got into bed and
was at once facing her silky young form, and as soon as he kissed her, any
doubt that she was not 100% up for it were dispelled as she gripped his cock
and stroked it vigorously, so he rolled her onto her back where she instantly
spread herself, opening wide in readiness for him, so he climbed aboard to
mount her and in a single movement penetrated her tight wet pussy again.
Sharon wrapped her
skinny legs around him and her hands played up and down his back as he gave her
length after length and with every thrust he gave her she emitted a low rasping
moan until she screamed out a high girlish scream as she came.
Sharon would have been
happy if that was all there was, having no benchmark, but he had more to give,
so he gave it, in rhythmic measured lengths and she squirmed and squealed
beneath him until, on her third girlish orgasmic scream, he shot into her and
she gripped him tightly with arms and legs as he pulsed his ejaculation into
her cunny.
Sharon was letting out
a whispered gasp with each pulsing twitch of his cock and so her deflowering
was now complete.
As they lay in his bed
in the afterglow Sharon sighed herself to sleep and he soon followed.
They only slept for
about half an hour, just long enough.
He woke first and he
reflected on what a pleasurable interlude it had been and what a willing pupil
Sharon had been and he got a stirring at the thought of furthering her sexual
education and developing her knowledge in the erotic arts at least for the rest
of the summer.
It would be a delight
to revisit the deliciously dark flesh of Miss Todd in the coming weeks or
months, even when Katie was at University, coming being the operative word.
As Sharon stirred from
her snooze he sat up in bed and opened the draw in the bedside cabinet and took
out a small package.
“Here you are birthday
girl” he said to her “I have a birthday gift for you”
“I thought I’d just
had my present” she said, giggling and blushing to her roots and then hid her
red face under the covers.
When she finally
emerged she opened the little package to reveal a Gold locket and inside it
read “Sweet sixteen”.
She threw herself at
him and showered him with kisses
“I love it, I love it”
she said and hugged him, after a moment or two she said coyly
“Can I have another
present?”
“Do you have time?”
“I think so” She
replied
“It’ll have to be a
quickie then” Ian said and she nodded her acquiescence.
So he did her a second
time, on this occasion in the leather armchair in his uncles study where he
took the dusky little darling from behind while she was wearing only a plaster,
and her fascinator, bliss.
