“I’ve spent my whole life denying myself, a life spent helping others,
putting others first, so I for one don’t believe God would punish me, a good
person, a godly person, for once in a while, doing something that makes my toes
curl and my eyes roll back in my head, if for no other reason than to prove I’m
still alive”
The Vicar said as she climbed on top of the Verger and impaled her
tight cunny onto his waiting cock.
He kissed every inch of her sweet, perfumed skin, beginning at the
nape of her neck, causing the downy hairs to stand up, then her collar bone and
throat, before descending to each perfect breast and their proud pink peaks,
which he left swollen and misshaped.
His lips then proceeded across her soft quivering belly, drawn by passions
erotic scent, his mouth dallied amongst her fragrant bush, his nostrils flaring
as they inhaled her pungency, and beyond her down, her luscious loins where he
sourced the open petals of the moist blossom of her melliferous flower, and he
consumed her sourly sweet liquid sensuality.
University Student Linda Gardiner and serial philandering lecturer
Gerry Farr had just got engaged and were
sitting in the Castle beer garden discussing the previous weekend when he was
away with the football team.
Linda raised an
eyebrow when he told her about the hen party they ran into.
“Well, that’s just the
perfect scenario for a dirty old man” she said tongue in cheek.
“Not so much of the
old” he protested
“It’s alright I don’t
mind you shagging other women” she said, and it was his turn to raise an
eyebrow
“I know you do so
don’t bother trying to deny it” she said sternly
“But I don’t need to
know who they are, although I could guess a few”
Gerry went to speak
but she stopped him
“However, I do have the
following conditions, firstly you never touch my sisters” she said before
adding “Or my mother”
Her sisters were far
too young to be candidates for his lust, however if they turned out anything
like Linda, they might do in ten or fifteen years, but he hadn’t considered her
mother, who was still an attractive woman.
“And as long as when
you’re with me I have your undivided attention”
“Can I look at other
women when were together?” he asked
“Yes”
“And can I have
lustful thoughts about them?”
“Only if I get the
benefit of any resulting erection”
Gerry was just
digesting what she had said when he caught sight of the barmaid Dakota
collecting glasses and at that precise moment, she bent over to pick up an
empty glass and flashed her thronged twat to the whole garden.
“So, if the sight of
Dakota Arnold’s knickers wakes up the beast, I get to tame it”
“Well that seemed
clear enough” he said and drained his glass
“The beast has awoken
by the way”
“Well let’s get home
and tame the throbbing beast” she said and drained her own glass “Do you need
another look at Dakota’s fanny before we go”
“No, I think it’s
served its purpose” he replied
Abbottsford is Downshire’s administrative capital and the seat of the
Downshire government and it is also a place of learning thanks to the Downshire
University, where education often took a back seat to sexual desire and
gratification.
“Ok you can come to my
room” Fi said “but I don’t do kissing”
Which annoyed Johnny because
he like kissing, he was a good kisser, but he agreed because she didn’t rule
anything else out.
He followed her into
her room where she quickly stripped off and got under the duvet and the moment
he joined her, she wrapped her arms around him and said,
“Now you can touch me
Johnny,”
He could tell
instantly that she was going to be one of those, a giver of instructions, but
he roughly frigged her pussy anyway, and after she’d climaxed, he tried to kiss
her
“No don’t kiss me,”
she said “I told you no kissing”
“Rub me some more
Johnny,” she ordered
“Rub my pussy hard”
This went on for a
while, he couldn’t have said say how long but he knew it was all getting a bit
tedious and then she came again.
“Now you can lick my
pussy” she said
“I don’t think so” he
said “I’ve had enough of doing it by numbers”
“Just shut up and lick
my pussy” she ordered “Now!”
“No, I don’t think I
will, bossy arse” he snapped
“Lick my pussy” she
demanded “Elaine told me you give great head, so give me head”
“No”
“But this is the way I
like to do it” she insisted
“Until today” he said
“Now we are doing it my way”
“But…” she began
“Stop talking” he
barked “its sixty-nine time”
“Oh no I don’t do
that” she said “I don’t kiss, and I don’t do that”
“Do as you’re told” he
said “sit on my chest and suck my cock and when it’s in your mouth up to my
balls I’ll nosh you”
Reluctantly she
climbed on his chest with her juicy cunny inches from his face and then she
consumed him up to his balls at the first attempt, so he began to sup from her
juicy hole, but she didn’t stop sucking on him, but as soon as his expert
tonguing brought her to another spine-tingling climax, she lifted her head from
her task and turned to look at him and asked.
“Can you fuck me now
please?”
When he got her back
to his room and they began to get into each other’s clothes he noticed, as she
lay on the bed beneath him, her blouse unbuttoned and open, her trousers and
underwear discarded on the floor, he noticed two things, which were major point
droppers,
Firstly, she had a
butterfly tattooed on her hip, desecration as far as he was concerned and
second, she had trimmed her bush to leave a small square of hair above her
mound which quite frankly he thought looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.
Even so they weren’t
big enough point droppers to preventing him from spearing her, after all a shag
is a shag.
He gave her a good look over and his final appraisal was one of satisfaction, white silk blouse, no bra, classy with a hint sensuality. Flared skirt, long enough to preserve her modesty, but short enough to reveal the occasional glimpse of black stocking, but not enough to confirm whether they were hold ups or stockings with suspenders, but as she walked elegantly away on four-inch heels, he very much looked forward to finding out.
Michael Stones was sat
at the dining table with an empty plate in front of him, from which he had
cleared every morsel of his full English birthday breakfast.
He had a mug of tea in
one hand while the other one gripped the edge of the table rather firmly as his
cousin Sally was under the table giving him a birthday blowjob.
His Dad walked into
the room just a second or two after he’d emptied his sac into her mouth.
“Happy birthday son”
his dad said and patted him on the back before returning the way he came in
order to join his mum.
Michael had just taken
a mouthful of tea when Dad suddenly asked
“Did you enjoy your
birthday treat?”
And on hearing that
question he almost choked and sprayed a mouth full of tea all over the table.
“Steady son” his dad
said laughing loudly “you’re supposed to swallow it, not spit it out”
Well that comment didn’t help in the slightest.
