Choice Tales from the Vale – (003) What Happened To You While I Was Away

Stephen was going to housesit at his parents place while they were away in the Canaries.
He had been working late and by the time he got to their house it was after eleven o’clock.
He was surprised to see there was still a light burning in the window, and there was a strange car parked on the kerb outside the house, he assumed the light was left on to deter burglars but he couldn’t explain the car, not the kind of behaviour his father would have tolerated, he thought, as he parked his car on the drive and went inside not knowing who or what was inside.
But as he went in all was quiet, so he left his case in the hall and went into the kitchen and boiled the kettle.
When he had finished his drink he made his way upstairs to his old room and as he opened the door and the light from the landing flooded into the room and he did a double take.
In the centre of the room was his bed which was exactly where he would have expected it to be, but that was not what surprised him.
What had got his attention, directly in front of him perfectly illuminated, was the most perfect round naked arse.
It was not an arse he was very familiar with, as far as he could recollect, it certainly wasn’t his mum’s or one of his sisters, it was far too compact.
But whoever the owner of it was she was laying in the foetal position on his bed with her back to him, partially covered by a duvet.
Stephen stepped backwards onto the landing and confirmed it was his bedroom and then went back in again.
He left the door open so the cute arse remained illuminated and walked over to the bed, his first instinct was to give it a firm slap and wake up its owner and tell her to get out of his bed but instead he found himself putting his hand gently on one of her firm buttocks, which was cold to his touch, which he began to caress the cold fleshy cheek until it eventually began to warm, as did his ardour.
He caressed her around the full curve of her buttocks, slowly exploring every contour of its delicious shape until his fingers reached the radiant heat of her pussy.
The girl began to stir as his fingertips lightly traced around the wispy perimeter of her lips before his finger peeled her lips apart like opening a piece of ripe fruit and entered the creamy flesh inside.
She murmured coarsely in her sleep as he continued stroking her juicy cunny while his other hand steadied her hip as he frigged her until she gasped.
“Ohhhh Stephen” she said “What kept you?” and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit as he continued frigging her and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out.
At least he knew the identity of the interloper, she was his younger sister Polly’s best friend Cassie.
As he undid his trousers he reflected briefly on how life can sometimes surprise you.
Cassie had been running after him since she was twelve and he was in year ten, but she was a skinny freckly klutz and did nothing for him, well it appeared that she had grown up while he was away at university.
As Stephen stood cock in hand Cassie wriggled her arse to the edge of the bed
“Mmmmm” Cassie exclaimed as he pushed his tip between her sticky lips.
“Mmmmm” she repeated as he followed through with the rest of him.
As he was making love to her, he stood looking down on her as she bit her lip and pulled at her hair and as he groped at her firm young breast, which was rising and falling with every insertion, he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Cassie was in a frenzy as she received what she had clearly desired all evening.
She was gripping the frame of the bed and grunting rhythmically with every nerve tingling stroke until she came so hard the bed shook and she juddered again as he finished in a pulsating ejaculation.
“Well I think you must fancy me now” She said between pants.
“I guess so” Stephen replied
But just to be certain sure after half an hour they put it to the test once more and twice again the next morning.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (002) What the Plumber Saw

( Part 01)

It was the day before Dave Pennant’s 15th birthday when he first saw Louise Spry and he thought to himself
“That’s what I want for my birthday”
She was two year older than he was and as it turned out she was in the 6th form at the same school as him but she was a class above him in every other respect as well.
Louise was Dave’s half-brother Andy’s new girlfriend.
“Lucky bastard” Dave thought to himself
Andy was two years older than him as well and they didn’t like each other very much, in fact they didn’t like each other at all.
They had nothing in common other than sharing a mother, they didn’t even share a surname, he was Pennant and Andy’s was Bates.
He was better at sports than Dave, he was more academic than Dave and he was better looking.
But not only did they not like each other it was a dislike that would stand the test of time for them both.

After Andy and Louise had been going out for a few weeks she started staying over at his house on Friday or Saturday night, sometimes both.
On the second or third occasion, which was a Friday night, when she arrived at the house she dumped her coat and hand bag on the hall table.
Well not so much a hand bag, it was actually more like a holdall, it was enormous, but the clasp on it was a bit iffy and as a result it was gaping open.
Which was how Dave spotted a splash of red in her bag as he walked down the stairs.
It aroused his curiosity somewhat so he decided it should be investigated and on closer inspection it turned out to be where she kept her clean underwear and the flash of red turned out to be a pair of red lace knickers adorned with little satin ribbons.
The effect on him was instantaneous and it was no longer just his curiosity that was aroused.
But it wasn’t until the next day, when he saw Louise walk into the lounge and Dave knew that the little bit of red lace adorned with satin ribbons that he had held in his hands the previous evening was at that very moment encasing her, that he felt the full effect and he was instantly erect again.
After that first time he made it his purpose in life to, at the very earliest opportunity, delve down in her bag so he could rummage among her things until he found her fresh, neatly folded knickers, and he would commit them to memory and then picture her in them as she walked about the house.

Over the six months Andy and Louise were going out together Dave got to handle a lot of her underwear, of course he would have much preferred to handle their contents, but that honour went to his despicable half-brother.
Louise had quite a collection of drawers, sometimes they were plain, sometimes printed cotton, sometimes lacy, or satin, she even had some gorgeous silk panties for special occasions.
Quite often there was a matching bra, Dave liked that a lot, matching underwear was a big turn on for him anyway but on the occasions when she stayed over more than one night the colour of her bra strap was his only indicator as to what pair of knickers she was wearing at that precise moment, so a glimpse of bra strap and Voila he had a stiffy.
This situation would doubtless have continued indefinitely or at least until he’d wanked himself blind but for the fact that his arsehole half-brother decided to play away with some skanky tart from behind the bar at the Crown and Anchor.

( Part 02)

Dave couldn’t believe Andy had cheated on Louise with some sad old slapper when he had a quality bird like Louise at his side.
Also Andy breaking up with Louise severely curbed Dave’s sex life for a while, even if his sex life at the time only consisted of knocking one out to images of her knickers from his wank bank.
Not that he supposed it would have lasted much longer anyway they both went off to University that September so his access to the lovely Louise’s scantie’s would have been very limited.

Dave was never the academic type so college and then University was never going to work for him so he left school the following year and managed with the help of his father to get an apprenticeship as a plumber at a big local firm called Drakes.
His parents were very supportive and they appreciated that he had his own path to follow and that path brought him his own relationships and his own lovers along the way and it was when he started at Drakes that he met Mark Jordon and they instantly became best mates.
When they got talking they found that they had quite a lot in common, he also had a step sibling, although in his case it was a half-sister called Scarlet and he got on really well with her.
He was also the youngest of two and he sucked academically too, while Scarlet was brilliant and was going to sail through her degree and follow it with a Masters.

Mark’s Dad, Danny, had just bought an old wreck of a place just before he met Marks mum, Nicole, and it had always been very much a work in progress.
And although he had completed 90 percent of it he wouldn’t have really consider it finished until the extension was done, and more to the point nor would his wife.
So he had decided that 20 years on a project was more than enough so he decided to get Mark and Dave to help him as they were in their fourth year at Drakes, and there was plumbing to do.
The shell was up and the electrics and some of the plastering was done but as the two story extension was to house the new kitchen and bathroom he wanted the boys to help him with the plumbing.
So on the Easter weekend Dave was staying in the spare room at the Jordan’s so they could get as much done over the holiday weekend as possible.
It was Good Friday and they were up early and Mark’s mum Nicole made them doorstep bacon butties for breakfast to give them a head start.
Nicole had poured herself a bath and they were just waiting for Scarlet to finish in the shower so they could turn the water off and drain the system down before they could crack on.
Danny and Mark then went off to the builders and plumbers merchants to buy some more materials so they wouldn’t have any holdups over the weekend, they were all hoping to have a lazy Monday before they went back to work on Tuesday.

( Part 03)

While Danny and Mark were out Dave started carrying stuff up to what was going to be the new bathroom.
The only access was via a ladder from the kitchen to be, they hadn’t cut the doorways through to the house yet to cut down on drafts as the winter was barely over.
There were one or two sizable holes where the old air vents used to be but other than that it was sealed.
When Dave had climbed the ladder and he was in the new bathroom he could tell Nicole was in the bath already as he could hear her through the wall splashing about in the tub.
He stacked the tools in the corner and was just about to head back down the ladder for another load when he heard someone open a door and step heavily onto the landing.
Dave knew it wasn’t Nicole as he still hear her through the wall so he thought that it must be Mark’s elusive sister Scarlet, who he still hadn’t met at that point, so intrigued to finally lay eyes on her he thought he would look through the hole where the vent used to be and see what she looked like, Mark was always going on a about her, saying how perfect she was, so he thought he’d judge for himself just how special she was.
His first sight of her was as she walked into the toilet, she was only wearing a bra, pants and tights, and he assumed she must have been taken short before she’d finished dressing.
He had to admit that even from behind she looked pretty special.
Once she was inside the room it occurred to him to tell her there was no water to flush with but then she turned around and his jaw dropped, the semi naked girl was Louise Spry.
And the thought to alert her to the water shortage left his mind along with all the blood as it rushed headlong towards his cock.
He supposed that she assumed there was no one else in the house because she didn’t bother closing the toilet door and then proceeded to push her tights and knickers down to her knees.
“Thank you God” He said to himself as he stared transfixed at her neat brown bush before she sat down, and pissed like a horse.
She closed her eyes and a contented smile spread across her face as she emptied her obviously quite voluminous bladder.
Had it been just any girl sitting half naked on the loo pissing like a fountain he would have got a lob on and he would have scanned and digested every second of it for the wank bank and recalled it at the appropriate time.
In fact it wasn’t an unusual occurrence as a plumber to happen upon naked or semi naked women, sometimes by accident and others by their own design. Though when they wanted you to see, it wasn’t quite the same.
But what Dave Pennant was looking at wasn’t just any girl, it was Louise Spry, the object of his lust, she was the Holy Grail of his desires, so just committing the horny image to the wank bank wasn’t enough for him, he knew it had to be a live event.
So almost before he knew it he was tugging furiously on his swollen cock as he watched Louise Spry pissing, wiping and then standing.
She leant forward to grab the waist band of her pink knickers and her breasts hung heavily in the matching bra, before she pulled the pink scantie’s slowly and tantalisingly up her thighs to encase her deliciousness.
Then she repeated the operation with her tights but before she had wriggled her cute little arse back into them he had emptied his sack all over the brickwork.

It was only after he had cleaned up his mess and his legs had stopped shaking that he wondered why Louise Spry was in his best mates bathroom entertaining the plumber.
Shortly after his loss of control and his juvenile episode as a peeping Tom he heard the front door close, so he hurried down the ladder but by the time he got outside all he could see was the back of Ford Fiesta disappearing through the gate.

( Part 04)

He didn’t get to see the illusive Louise Spry again until two days later on the afternoon of Easter Sunday.
They had taken a break from their labours and were sitting on the patio drinking tea and enjoying some of Nicole’s delicious fruit cake
“Hi Scarlet” Nicole said over Dave’s shoulder so he half turned around to look at her and he nearly choked.
“Hello” Louise replied
“This is…” Mark began
“I know you” she said “you’re David”
“That’s right” He replied “Dave, but I remember you as Louise”
Everyone laughed at Dave’s observation and then Mark explained
“Scarlet is a family name, Dad used to call her “Miss Scarlet” when she was little because she blushed all the time”
Dave smiled but what brought a smile to his lips was the thought of how much she would have blushed if she’d seen him watching her through the airbrick.

The next day they still hadn’t finished everything they had planned to do, despite the best efforts of all involved, and it was apparent that they wouldn’t even if they worked at it all day.
So Nicole prepared one of her cooked breakfasts, and they would have a leisurely start to the day and then get on and do a bit more, even Scarlet/Louise did a bit.
But they had only been working for about two hours when Mark fell off the ladder in the extension and broke his arm.
Danny and Nicole got him in the car ready to take the wounded soldier to A&E at the Winston Churchill.
“I don’t want you working up there on your own Dave” Danny said
“Ok” Dave replied “I’ll just reconnect the water, and tidy up a bit”
“Thanks lad” he replied
“Text us” Dave suggested
“Will do” Danny said and drove off
Dave did as he had promised and Louise cleared the breakfast things and got the kitchen straight.
And despite not planning on doing a lot, another two hours had passed before he was stepping into the shower.
After he’d showered and dressed he packed his bag and went downstairs to the kitchen and made himself a coffee.
It was while he was sat at the kitchen table that Louise walked in.
“Hello Dave” she said
“Hi …” he began “Do I call you Louise or Scarlet?”
“Louise is fine” she replied as she made herself a cup of tea
“I’m flattered you remember me by the way” he said
“Oh I remember you very well” she said and he was rather pleased that he had made such an impression on her and then as she sat opposite him she continued
“You used to go through my hand bag when I stayed over at your house, looking at my knickers?”
“No I didn’t” he responded indignantly
“Oh yes you did” she contradicted
“So come on let’s hear you admit it”
“Ok” he said resignedly “Yes I did”
“I know you did” she said very definitely
“But how did you know?”
“Because I saw you do it once”
“Oh”
“Yes I looked down over the bannisters and your hands were in my bag, but I didn’t see exactly what you were doing” she said “I thought perhaps you were looking for my fags”
“I see”
“But when I thought about it I soon realised what you were really up to” she explained
“So I set a trap for you”
“A trap?”
“Yes I started packing my knickers inside out but when I went to put them on they were always the right way round”
“So why didn’t you say something or stop leaving them for me to find?” he asked
“Because I was rather flattered” she said “and I thought it was quite sweet, endearing really, in a way”
“Really?”
“Yes” she replied “You were just a boy”
Dave sat silently fearing the next question

( Part 05)

Dave sat silently, waiting with baited breath, and fearing the next question.
“So I have to ask because I’ve always wondered” here it comes he thought
“Why?” she asked
“Do I have to answer that?”
“Yes” she insisted
“Really?”
“Oh yes”
“Oh God this is embarrassing” he said
“Come on out with it” she urged
“I did it so I could see what underwear you would be wearing while you were in the house”
“And then what?” she asked
“Well it was a turn on knowing you were wearing the knickers I’d held in my hands” he confessed
“You little perve” she said in mock horror “Did you do the same with the dirty ones”
“No I didn’t” he said with real horror “I’m not a pervert”
“Well you are a bit” she pointed out
“Well I’m not that kind of pervert then”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure, I had no interest in your soiled pants” he said very definitely “of course it might have been different if it was me that had soiled them on you in the first place, but that was never a possibility”
“Maybe not, then” she said and then Louise stood up and walked around the table and when she reached him she turned her back to him
“Do these meet with your approval?” She said and let the denim fall away from her buttocks to reveal a pair of pale blue lace trimmed knickers and he reached out and felt one of her pantie covered buttocks.
“Very nice” he said and began pulling them off her delightful buttocks
“No, no” she said pulling away
“You must soil them on me, remember” and then she sat on his knee before adding “and then you can keep them”
Louise perched on his knee and David tried to kiss her but she drew her head back
“First things first” she said and took his hand and placed it on her naked thigh.
For all those months when she was dating Andy he had dreamt of touching her, he always knew she was no prude, he’d heard the slutty guttural noises emanating from his half-brothers bedroom so he was never under any illusion.
His hand rested on her thigh and as he gently pulled her thigh apart Louise braced herself with one hand on the back of his chair while the other gripped the table.
David’s hand crept inch by tantalizing inch along Louise’s firm thigh as they involuntarily opened and closed in anticipation of his hands approach.
And as his fingers got closer and closer she moaned quietly and her buttocks squirmed on his lap, her breaths becoming deeper and more erratic the closer his fingertips got to her pussy.
She was biting her lip and fidgeting on his lap as his fingers slowly and deliberately traced the outline of her panties.
And when his finger finally reached the heart of her fire an involuntary gasp escaped her lips as he fingered her through the cloth as it slipped and slid on her wet crease until her cream oozed through the fabric and Louise began to moan.
Her hands gripped the furniture so tight that her knuckles whitened as she wriggled and panted out coarse rasping breaths until with a deliriously dirty moan, she came, and with her exclamation he withdrew his sticky fingers from between her legs.
“I think that’s them well and truly soiled” he said and slipped out from beneath her, and then she plopped down hard on the chair.
“No don’t stop” she said
He stood up as straight as his throbbing erection would allow, the last thing he wanted to do was stop, but he had to wrestle control back from her.
“I have work tomorrow” he said and slipped on his jacket
“No don’t go” she pleaded and stood up and rubbed her buttock and then tried to close the distance between them but her jeans were around her knees so she had to waddle which meant he could easily keep out of her reach and he sidestepped through the kitchen door and out into the hall.

( Part 06)

Having sidestepped through the kitchen door and out into the hall to avoid the sexy waddling Louise he said to himself once he was out in the hall.
“I hope this works”
“I’m sure I’ll see you again soon” he said over his shoulder
“Wait” she called after him
“Bye” he responded
Louise kicked off her jeans in frustration and they flew across the kitchen and landed half in the sink, and then she sprinted after him.
Dave glanced back and his eyes were transfixed on the growing wet patch on the crotch of her pale blue knickers.
“Please don’t go” she said and tried to kiss him but he drew his head away out of the reach of her lips
“Oh Dave” she exclaimed
“So you want to kiss me now then?” he said desperate for her tongue to be in his mouth but remaining strong despite the desperation.
“I want to do everything” she said and moved to kiss him again only this time he let them find their mark and when they stopped he said
“I think those soiled knickers you’re wearing are mine now”
Louise’s face cracked into a smile and then she blushed as she took a step backwards and slipped her wet knickers off and then she threw them in his face and scampered bare arsed upstairs giggling as she went.
Dave smiled and slipped his jacket off and hung it on the banister post, he then bent down and picked up the pale blue knickers and slipped them into his coat pocket before progressing slowly up the stairs after her.
He wanted to sprint up them two at a time but in his state of total arousal it meant that his cock wouldn’t let him.
When he got to her bedroom she was already in bed with the covers pulled up to her chin, she was still giggling and her legs were performing a jig beneath the duvet as Dave quickly stripped off and joined her.
Very soon he had her making the noise’s he had last heard emanating from his half-brothers bed room several years earlier, but on this occasion it was Dave conducting her erotic song, and he much preferred his version.

He kissed her forehead and left Louise sleeping beneath her Duvet and then walked home with Louise Spry’s soiled knickers in his pocket and it suddenly occurred to him that he finally had something in common with his half-brother Andy other than their mother.
When the Jordan’s returned home from the hospital with the wounded soldier later that night to find the house in darkness they were none the wiser as to what had occurred in Nicole’s kitchen or Louise’s bedroom.
Her mum did query why her jeans were half in and half out the kitchen sink but that was all.
They remained unaware of the couple’s ongoing sexual exploits for a further three months.
The two of them didn’t want to announce they were together until they knew for certain sure there was more to their relationship that the very satisfying sex, plus Dave was concerned that it might have affected his friendship with Mark when he found out he’d been schtupping perfect Scarlet.
When they were ready to tell, the news was greeted with all round approval and Mark said he was hoping they would get together.
Dave never told Louise he had spied on her while she was in the toilet or that he’d knocked one out while he watched.
And despite the fact they married two years later, which pleased his best mate and best man Mark no end, and thoroughly pissed off his half-brother Andy, those very first sexy images of Louise that the plumber saw in the bathroom never dimmed and stayed in his wank bank for ever.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (001) The Childean Cuckold

(Part 01)

At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town of Childean.
And on modern estate in a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac Paul O’Connor woke up from an erotic dream as the sun shone through the gap in the bedroom curtains and onto his face, it was still quite early in the morning as he stirred and he was seriously aroused.
This in itself was not an unusual event, he was after all a young man and in his prime sexually, and was seemingly in a perpetual state of arousal, in fact it was more noteworthy when he didn’t wake up in the morning with an early riser.
But what made this particular morning different from any other was that it was his 21st birthday and more significantly than that there was a brunette head rising and falling on his dawn horn.
When the brunette realized he was fully awake she broke off from her diligent delivery of his early morning birthday treat and wished him a happy birthday.
“You’re insatiable Jo” Paul said as she set about him again.
“You don’t normally complain” she slurped in reply.
“I’m not complaining now” he said
“Good” she slurped again
Now you would probably think that this kind of behavior in the nature of a birthday treat is not an uncommon gift to be given, a birthday blowjob on your special day in the “marital” bed so to speak, and you would under every normal circumstance be correct.
However on this particular occasion it was not a normal circumstance because firstly it was not his “marital” bed, it was the sofa bed in his brother’s spare room and secondly the wife giving him the birthday treat was not in fact his wife at all, but his sister in law Jo.
The unethical nature of this circumstance was not lost on him either, as he lay back and savored every spine-tingling second of it.
In fact he was just thinking about how being the recipient of a very proficient sexual act by the wife of the man who’s house he was currently a guest in was somewhat taking the piss to put it mildly and was not by any measure the kind of hospitality his brother Frank thought he was extending.
But it was at that point that Paul lost his train of thought completely as the ecstasy of the moment diverted him.

“That will have to do for now babe, Frank’s in the shower” Jo said, wiping her mouth “You’ll get your main present later”
And with that she slipped quietly out of the room.

Paul was the baby of the O’Connor family while Frank on the other hand was the oldest of the five boys and was 12 years older than Paul.
He was a good man though and he doted on his wife Jo who in turn loved him.
At 33 years old Frank had let himself go a bit physically, there was certainly more of him than there was when he married her.
But despite that he could still satisfy Jo, judging by the noises that came through the guest bedroom wall on a Saturday night.
And that was the problem, from Jo’s point of view anyway, after 12 years of marriage they only did it on a Saturday night or on high days and holidays and Jo needed more high days than Frank was giving her.
So although Paul wasn’t a particularly good looking bloke, he was ok looking, but nothing special, but he was young and physically fit and that was what Jo was interested in, she wasn’t looking for love, what she wanted was pure lust.
And the bonus was permanently horny and sleeping in the spare room.

(Part 02)

The O’Connor family were from Northchapel, and the bulk of them were still there, however Frank moved out to Childean shortly after he married Jo.
They had a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac and had a comfortable life.
The reason Paul happened to be staying in the spare room at Frank’s house and enjoying Jo’s unique brand of hospitality was because he was training to be a reflexology therapist at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean which was only a mile or so down the road from Frank’s place.
Frank O’Connor was a police sergeant with the traffic division and worked odd shifts, so he liked the idea of having someone about the place when he was on nights, and as it turned out so did his wife.

Paul had been staying in the spare room for about a month before the first time that Jo took what she wanted.
It was a hot Saturday afternoon and he had been earning his keep by doing some gardening for his hosts and by the end of the afternoon he was hot, sweaty and dirty.
Frank had already gone to work and Jo was baking in the kitchen so he went upstairs and got in the shower to clean up and he had been in there just long enough to get the bathroom good and steamy when he saw the bathroom door open and a small figure walk in.
Without either of them speaking Paul watched through the steamy glass as Jo undressed, he couldn’t see detail but the shape was unmistakable the rest was just areas of light and shade but it was enough and his imagination did the rest.
When the shower door opened she paused there briefly and was completely naked in front of him.
“Room for a little one?” she said with a giggle and stepped inside with her eyes never leaving the erection he was sporting “And a large one”
At twenty years of age he was not without experience with women but Jo was something else, she was like a ravenous beast and he was the prey.
Paul had only gone upstairs to shower and clean up and thanks to Jo he ended up getting dirty.
And that proved to be the first of many such encounters.

After Jo had finished despoiling him for his 21st birthday treat she went downstairs to the kitchen.
Because she loved her husband and used Paul simply for sex she felt no guilt, Jo had never been unfaithful to her husband until she had that overwhelming urge to join Paul in the shower that first time on that hot Saturday afternoon.
She didn’t regret satisfying that urge or any of the many other such urges to overcome her since.
After Frank had vacated the bathroom Paul went in for a quick shower before going downstairs to the kitchen for a special Birthday breakfast fry up.

Paul cleared every morsel from his plate as he had the feeling he was going to need every ounce of his energy once Frank had left for work.
So he had just put his knife and fork down on the plate when Frank walked into the kitchen.
“Happy birthday kid” he said and patted him on the back before crossing the room to kiss Jo and while his hosts were showing affection to each other he looked away.
Paul had just taken a mouthful of tea when Frank suddenly asked
“Did you enjoy Jo’s birthday treat bro?”
And on hearing that question Paul almost choked and sprayed a mouth full of tea all over the kitchen table.
“Steady boy” Frank said laughing loudly “you’re supposed to swallow it, not spit it out”
Well that comment didn’t help in the slightest.

When he had finally got his choking fit under control Frank said
“We’ll go out for a meal tonight kid, but Jo will look after you today”
While Paul listened to his brother he could see Jo over his shoulder and she had lifted her nightie up and was showing Paul exactly how she was going to look after him.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (28) Afternoon and Evening

(Part 01)

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 timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

When brother and sister, Paul and Polly Russell drove from Northchapel to Pangmere they were first timers at the House of Fun and Paul was something of a reluctant one, in fact the only reason he was there at all was because his big sister Polly had bought him a week long package to celebrate his divorce, although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate, and just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and even booked herself in for a two day special, though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.
Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.

But once he was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.
When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.
“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.
“How bad can it be?” he thought to himself
He figured that he could swim, use the sauna and the gym and not get anywhere near anything even remotely seedy.
He thought he might even catch up on his reading, which clearly wasn’t what his sister Polly had in mind, but he didn’t need to tell her that.
His marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
What he didn’t want to do was to get his rocks off for a week in a glorified knocking shop, even if the rooms were very comfortable, and he hadn’t had a shag for six months.
But it seemed to him to be a curious choice for a week away as he was disinterested and although he didn’t know it, it was an even more curious choice for his sister as she was frigid.
What he wasn’t aware of at that moment in time was that the proprietoress was celebrating her 52nd birthday, an event which would change his life forever.

(Part 02)

On the morning of her 52 birthday as Yvonne approached reception she could feel her lips were still sticky after a brief liaison in her quarters with Martin.
She had awoken in her bed alone but she had an early morning visit.
The Chief Superintendent was six years younger than Yvonne, tall rugged and in good shape which was just as well as he had Yvonne and Linda, his 35 year old wife to satisfy.
She couldn’t answer to what Linda was getting but Yvonne could certainly vouch for the fact that she was always left well and truly satisfied.
He was a regular at the Spa and was also regularly in Yvonne but she hadn’t expected to see him that morning so it was a real treat to have been fucked twice before lunch.
That night he was taking her out to dinner at a posh restaurant, The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere.
She was thrilled because they had never been out before, all their liaisons had been at the Hotel, and afterwards he was spending the night with her, he hadn’t done that before either, the prospect of it kept her wet all day.
What she was particularly looking forward to was waking up with him and his dawn horn or better even than that being fucked awake by it.
And with that thought she took herself off to the voyeur rooms and rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a well-known TV weather girl.
So Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.

Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy, but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul who was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.
She thought the girl was gorgeous and would certainly have fun if she let herself and the young man was very cute and if she hadn’t been receiving a generous portion of cock from Martin she would have definitely been interested.

(Part 03)

As Paul and Polly looked lost, and because she fancied the former she introduced herself
“Hello, I’m Yvonne”
“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”
She thought Polly might be a bit frigid but her star stud and his huge cock were on the bill in V3 and she was confident that would get her warmed up, Callum in action would get a nun wet.

After they watched Polly wander off, there was a bit of an awkward silence and then Yvonne said
“It wasn’t your idea to come here was it Paul?”
“Am I that easy to read?” he asked
“Pretty much” she replied
“Well to tell the truth I’m more of a comfy chair and a good book kind of bloke” Paul admitted “All of this is a bit…. Real”
“Well we have a library” Yvonne said
“Yes but is it all mucky books?” has asked and they both laughed
“We have an extensive collection of Erotic literature, but we also have a very well stocked library of non-mucky books”
She said and they laughed again
“Come on I’ll show you the way” she said and took hold of his arm.
“Do you have much of a demand for books among your clientele?” he asked
“You would be surprised” she replied “our guests like to have something else to amuse themselves with in between bouts of depravity”
“That encouraging news” he said
“Here we are” she said “the library, enjoy”
“Thank you Yvonne”

“What a nice lady” he thought “Attractive, funny and normal”
What of course he was not aware of was that the attractive, funny and normal lady was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her habit.
And the next time he saw her was when she returned to the Hotel drunk after being stood up at the Restaurant and he got to find out just how moist she was when he set out to help her to her room and ended up in his bed.

(Part 04)

That night when her Good Samaritan took his duty so seriously that he looked after her right into his bed and gave her a birthday treat was both an end and a beginning.
Paul finally put his divorce behind him and looked only to the future, he sold his Northchapel flat and rented one in Finchbottom so he could visit Yvonne regularly although in truth he rarely slept in it because after her birthday treat with Paul, Yvonne never again shared her former love, Martin Reed, with his wife.
She never forgave him for humiliating her when he stood her up at the restaurant but that wasn’t the sole reason, mainly it was because she had a man half her age keeping her well and truly serviced.

His sister Polly knew that Paul was a regular in Pangmere but she didn’t know just how regular and she never found out who he was seeing for a long time or what he was doing but the one thing she did know for sure was that he wasn’t going to the library, well not just to read anyway.
She was just overjoyed that he was going there and was living his life.
And it was because he was living his life that he was staying at the Pangmere Spa Hotel on Christmas Eve.

It was shortly after lunch, when he saw the weak winter sun settle just above the trees, and he thought to himself and smiled.
“Almost my favourite time of day”
He drew the heavy velvet curtains and walked to the bedside where he quickly undressed, then he pulled back the duvet and crawled into bed.
He hadn’t been there more than fifteen minutes when the door opened and someone entered, he heard footsteps on the carpeted floor, then there was a rustling of fabric and a minute or so later the visitor was in bed cuddled up behind him pressing their naked flesh against his.
Even if he hadn’t been expecting her he would’ve known by the perfume that it was Yvonne.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming” He said “I’m very sleepy now”
“Well I’m going to have to wake you up then” she responded in a whisper and she kissed the back of his neck.
Her lips were soft, like petals on his skin and he felt a stirring and as she continued with her feather light kisses her hand reached around him and was very soon gripping his swelling cock.
“He’s wide awake now” Yvonne said as she tugged expertly on him just as her mouth had reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.
He broke away from her and turned around and pushed her over onto her back, and as they kissed she continued to play with his shaft.
They stopped kissing and he raised himself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the dim light and admired her body, and although it was the body of a fifty something, he thought it the most beautiful and the view excited him more than any he had ever seen.

(Part 05)

They stopped kissing and he raised himself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the dim light and admired her body, and although it was the body of a fifty something, he thought it the most beautiful and the view excited him more than any he had ever seen.
Her breasts, were to his mind perfect, though not substantial, they were perfections to his eyes and were surmounted by dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting him to suckle on them, so he took the nearest one into his mouth and sucked on it vigorously and Yvonne emitted a satisfying melodic murmur of approval.
He left her erect and swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant course bush.
His hand dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she breathed deeply in anticipation of his next move.
Paul kissed her again as his hand came to rest on her mound, and Yvonne held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment his finger opened her lips like a paper knife opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot syrupy juice and she moaned in his mouth.
Paul stopped kissing her and pushed two fingers inside her cunny and she let out a coarse rasping moan.

She was biting her lip and her moans had become barometers of her pleasure in response to his fingering of her slippery slit.
Yvonne was becoming excessively vociferous in response to his attention and at the same time she was franticly tugging on his cock.
So having reached the point of no return he fingered her until her face contorted in climax and her thighs closed on his hand.
Paul leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.
But he stopped kissing her and asked
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Oh yes” she purred
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just have a sleep?” he asked
“You can have a sleep if you want to” she said and pushed him onto his back and then scrambled aboard.
“But me and him aren’t tired”
Yvonne said and quickly impaled her hot mature pussy on him and rode him roughly and all Paul could do was admire her tits swinging in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her ample buttocks.
While his hands were occupied at Yvonne’s rear and his eyes were fixed on her jiggling frontage as she squirmed and writhed on top of him.
It wasn’t long, such was the pace she setting, before she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
Yvonne looked down at him as she coarsely moaned, and then she closed her eyes and came hard and she cried out in a deliciously whorish utterance followed by
“Oh my Godddd”
He had heard that sound so many times and it never failed to spur him on to his own climax.
Yvonne kissed him before she climbed off him and then they both slept.

(Part 06)

Yvonne reluctantly left Paul’s bed but he pulled her back and kissed her passionately.
He didn’t want her to go any more than she wanted to leave so they hugged each other tightly and when she did leave him it was only because she had to return to her room to get ready for dinner with Yvonne and Aidan at The Red Lion in Pangmere.
She would have liked to take Paul with her to dinner but she hadn’t had the courage to tell anyone about him yet, especially not her niece, though she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed, even though he was half her age.

The restaurant was very busy, but then it often was, but on Christmas Eve it was full to bursting, the food at the Red Lion was excellent and it was very popular.
It was a pleasant evening, Lesley and Aidan were good company and the food was wonderful and it really was a very pleasant way to spend a couple of hours.
Yvonne thought it was just a meal to celebrate Christmas but in between the main course and desert Lesley made an announcement.
“Aidan and I are engaged” she squealed and held out her hand to show off her ring
“That’s wonderful news” Yvonne said and took hold of her hand to admire the ring.
For the next five minutes Yvonne and Lesley talked nonstop and as Aidan couldn’t get a word in edgeways he excused himself to go to the toilet.
Yvonne was so happy and it surprised Lesley just how thrilled she was and she found herself feeling a little guilty about the fact she had had sex in her Aunts office with Aidan earlier that afternoon while Yvonne was upstairs in her lovers Bed.
So while Aidan was in the toilet Lesley said
“You should have invited him”
“Invited who?” Yvonne replied
“You know very well who” Lesley replied with a smile
“I don’t think I do” Yvonne said innocently
“Paul” Lesley said
“Paul who?”
“Paul Russell” Lesley said
“Oh” Yvonne said and after a few moments asked “How did you know?”
“I’m a Makin” she replied and squeezed her Aunts hand but before she had a chance to say anything else Aidan returned.

The conversation returned to the engagement after Aidan returned to the table and continued through desert, coffee and liqueurs.
And as she looked on at the couple, who were so clearly in love and ecstatically happy in each other’s company, she found herself feeling jealous.
Her hearts love, Paul, could have been sat by her side but he was back at the Hotel and she was on her own and all because, although she loved him very much she hadn’t acknowledged their relationship, to her shame.
And as she sat watching a happy couple in love she regretted that she was such a coward.

The love making with him was electric and just thinking about having his cock inside her made her wet but the thing that held her back from telling the world was that she was afraid that he didn’t love her as she did him.

(Part 07)

When Yvonne, Lesley and Aidan got back to the Hotel she kissed her Niece and her fiancé goodnight and went to reception and made a phone call to Paul’s room and in earshot of everyone invited him to her room and then feeling ten feet tall she went up to her suite with her head held high and when she was inside she got herself ready.

About ten minutes later Paul walked up to the door of Yvonne’s room and knocked on the door and when it opened Nanook of the North was standing on the threshold and invited him in from the hallway.
The figure was dressed in a fur hat, long winter coat, with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around the neck and knee length boots.
“Yvonne?” he said, “What are you doing dressed like that?”
“We walked back from the restaurant and its cold outside” she replied as she closed the door.
“Yes but it’s not cold in here” He pointed out and then she un-wrapped the scarf from around her neck and he took off her fur hat and kissed her forehead.
“No, it’s actually very hot” she said as she sat on a chair and unzipped her boots
“Do the honours?” she said holding out a leg.
He put down the hat on a small table and pulled her boot off to reveal a knee length “practical sock”.
“Now the other one” she said as she held out the other leg
Once he had removed her boots she stood up and was still wearing her overcoat.
“So why did you invite me here?” he asked “A lot of people saw me”
“Good” Yvonne replied
“Good?” he asked “I thought you wanted us to be a secret”
“Not anymore” she said
“So you want everyone to know about us?”
“Yes” she replied “and I want some love”
“You had loving this afternoon” he pointed out
“That was afternoon loving” she responded as she unbuttoned her coat to reveal her beautiful naked breasts with her deep pink nipples standing proud.
The only other thing she had on beneath her coat were the knee length socks and pink M&S knickers.
Yvonne stepped in close and they kissed as his hands slipped inside her coat and settled on her waist which then pulled her closer to him.
Her kiss was warm and sensual and every fibre of him tingled.
She pulled her lips away but still close enough that he could feel her breath on his face as she spoke
“I liked the loving”
“So where do you want your love?” he asked.
She kissed his mouth quickly and then took his hand and led him into her bedroom, it was the first time she had taken him to her bed.
Once inside he slipped her coat off and pushed her back against the door and cupped her firm breasts and teased her nipples until they resembled Christmas rosebuds.
Paul fell to his knees and kissed her fleshy breasts and took each nipple into his mouth in turn as she ran her fingers through his hair as his fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers.

(Part 08)

His fingers were grasping at the waistband of her pink knickers, so he tugged her M&S pants over her plump shapely buttocks and down her thighs and the further her pants descended so did his lips, and as he kissed the skin of her quivering belly her knickers had reached her knees,
When they had settled around her ankles his face was buried in her lush fragrant bush.
Paul let Yvonne step out of her drawers as he climbed back up her body.
His hands fell on her deliciously firm buttocks as his lips found hers and they kissed again.
Yvonne quickly undressed him until they both stood naked save for her socks, but as he guided her towards the bed she paused when they reached the larger of the two sofas.
“Do it like you love me” she implored.
“What?”
“Pretend just for tonight that you love me” she asked
“I don’t have to pretend Yvonne” he replied and with a huge smile on her face she threw herself into his arms and they kissed.
Then with real urgency she scrambled on to the bed and waited for him, she didn’t have to wait long as he scrambled after her and lay half on and half off of her.
He put his hand on the side of her face and pulled her head gently towards his and teased her lips with his several times until she smiled open mouthed and his tongue penetrated her mouth and they dissolved into a sea of passion.
His hand left her cheek and caught her breast as it rose and fell on her heaving chest.
Yvonne’s hands scratched lightly at his back as his hand crossed her belly and as his fingers combed through her unruly tousled bush he stopped kissing her.
Yvonne looked up at him open mouthed as his digits progressed, and then she closed her eyes and sucked in air through her teeth as she opened like a piece of ripe fruit to the gentle touch of his fingertips.
Between her parted lips his fingers reveled in the sensual syrup of her secretions and their foreheads touched and she panted in his face with each stroke along her creamy crack.
With her eyes closed and her lips pursed his fingering became more frenetic until her body tensed and she gasped.
Paul kissed her hot panting mouth as he maneuvered above her; and she grasped his cock firmly and guided him into her hot creamy cunny.
Yvonne exuded a divinely sensual sound as she received him and her hands were on his buttocks groping and squeezing.
As the tempo increased she moaned and sighed and as she neared Shangri-La, when he could feel the burning heat from her pussy, her rasping breaths became deeper.
Her panting became erratic, her head rolled and her nails dug into his fleshy cheeks and then with a sensual scream and a satisfying shudder she cried out in orgasm before he gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her over the abyss.
“Oh” she exclaimed and kissed him as he lay on top of her.
“Was that what you had in mind” he asked between his pants
“That was exactly what I had in mind” she replied with a sigh and then with reluctance, he withdrew and rolled off her where in blissful contentment they cuddled up underneath the duvet in the afterglow of love making and the comforting warmth of love and then they slept.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (27) Voyeurs, Swingers and Soldiers

(Part 01)

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 clientele grew over time and attracted a diverse group of fun seekers.
Polly Russell for example arrived as a first time visitor at the House of Fun merely in a supportive role.
She had bought her younger brother a week long package to celebrate his divorce, although to his mind he thought commiseration was more appropriate, and just to be sure he used the gift she drove him there herself and even booked herself in for a two day special, though she didn’t know what to expect inside, she didn’t think it was really her kind of place, she was only there for her little brother.
Well Paul didn’t think it was his kind of place either but he had no choice in the matter apparently.
But as it turned out they were both wrong.
Once she was there it didn’t seem so bad, it was modern and clean and it didn’t look like a brothel.
When they got up to their suite he thought it was very nice and he thought Polly had been overly generous.
“This is very nice” Polly said and took her case into her bedroom and Paul nodded as he looked around.
She was desperate to help Paul get his life going again, his marriage had just ended in a bitter divorce and he just wanted to off load the marital home and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
What she wanted to do was for him to get his juices flowing, to make him feel alive, even if it was in a glorified knocking shop.

Polly Russell was a tall girl, over six feet, stick thin, apart from her bust line, she also had very narrow hips and from behind she looked like a boy, but her legs were absolutely stunning.
She was twenty eight years old and like her brother she was divorced, she had a pretty face, friendly and open, and even prettier when she smiled which she didn’t do enough because she was always worrying about Paul who was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.

(Part 02)

Polly was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around the nape of her neck as she walked into the room.
She was wearing a knee length floral dress that hugged her figure, and thick black tights on her magnificent legs and low heeled shoes on her big feet.
Whereas Paul plumped for jeans and a short sleeved shirt.
Paul was as different from Polly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, the plain to her beautiful, cautious to her bold and the serious to her frivolous.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all, he also had a friendly open face.

“Right let’s go and have a look around” Polly suggested
“If we must” Paul retorted
“Oh do try and relax” she said “you might see something you fancy”
“I’m not looking for anything” he retorted
“No you would just hide away with your face buried in a book” she scolded “You have to start living again”
“So you’re going to look for yourself then?” he asked
“Good God no” she exclaimed “That’s not what I need in my life”
“Nor do I” he snapped
“Just keep an open mind hon” she said and kissed his cheek “Please”
“Ok” he replied resignedly

His words had resonated with Polly, who had only had two relationships in her life the first was a five year engagement that ended a month before the wedding and a four year marriage that ended in divorce.
She hadn’t gone to Pangmere to search for what was missing in her personal life she was there for Paul, but she did think she should follow her own advice and keep an open mind.
The problem was that part of the reason her relationships had failed was because of sex, or rather the lack of it, Polly was a little frigid.
She and her husband had even been to counseling, a sex therapist, who suggested sex games, dressing up and role playing, but she just felt silly.
Her problem was that she was timid and unadventurous, the only time she let herself go was when she was drunk, she had never had an orgasm sober, the downside to that was that she rarely drank alcohol.
So Polly had no illusions that the House of Fun had anything to offer her or any fear about looking around she knew that no amount of bawdy titillation was going to turn her on.

Polly and Paul left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.
It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.
The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.

(Part 03)

Polly and Paul left their suite and walked down the corridor which to all intents and purposes looked like any other hotel corridor and gave no hint as to the purposes the rooms were put to.
It was only when they got down to the ground floor that the true nature of the establishment was revealed with people wandering about in varying stages of undress, or in costumes, there was also a lot of leather and rubber being worn.
The only one who appeared to be out of place was a small dark haired, middle aged lady who was smiling at all and sundry.

The smiling lady was Yvonne Makin who was walking the halls making her rounds, knickerless and moist as was her norm, and she was more smiley than normal that day because it was her birthday.
She was a small dark haired woman in her fifties who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but after two years of running a sin palace and being regularly serviced with cock she looked 10 years younger.

When she turned the corner she saw a couple walking towards her, a very attractive tall skinny young woman and a shorter stockier younger man.
There was a likeness in their faces which betrayed their shared ancestry and she hazarded a guess at brother and sister, but she also detected something else, they were ill at ease, and they both looked like they would have preferred being somewhere else.

“Hello” she said “I’m Yvonne”
“Oh hello” Polly returned “I’m Polly and this is my brother Paul”
“Hi” he said
“You two look lost, is this your first time here by any chance?”
She asked cheerfully
“Yes” Polly said “is it that obvious?”
“Well you do look a bit like condemned prisoners going to the gallows” Yvonne replied with a giggle “Have you seen anything that takes your fancy?”
They both shook their heads in response.
“Well do you know what you might like to try?” Yvonne asked “Fantasies that kind of thing”
Paul just looked at Polly and raised an eyebrow
“Um no not really” Polly stammered and blushed.
“Well what I would suggest is that you take a peep in the voyeur rooms” she said and then laughed at her unintended joke
“Peep is a very apt verb indeed”
Polly and Paul smiled and the former said
“That’s a good idea, don’t you think Paul?”
“Later for me I think, after lunch, I think I’ll explore some more” he said “But you go”
“Oh ok” she replied “but were getting together for lunch”
“I would try room V3” Yvonne suggested “Just down the corridor”

Polly wander off and glanced back to where Paul and Yvonne were standing in silence.
She paused and watched them and didn’t move on until she saw them starting to talk and then she smiled and moved on.
Although she wouldn’t have been smiling if she had realized he was asking her for directions to the library.
But she would have been over moon if she had known that later that night the affable Yvonne would be in Paul’s bed.

(Part 04)

When Polly sat down in the voyeur room a young man was preparing the scene and when he was satisfied that everything was where it should be he stripped off.
“Oh my Lord” Polly said “That’s huge”
The man she was watching was Callum McDonnell who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, the gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man, with a huge cock and hands like shovels.
Polly didn’t notice his hands, she couldn’t take her eyes off his huge flaccid cock.
After a couple of minutes a young woman, around Polly’s age, entered the room dressed as a schoolgirl.
Callum then bend the girl over his knees pulled her navy blue knickers down and spanked her lily white cheeks with his shovel like hands and when her cheeks weren’t lily white anymore he fingered her wet hairy crack.

Polly discovered when she watched the schoolgirl being skewered by a huge cock that she was stone cold sober and red hot and ready.
She certainly wasn’t feeling frigid in the least and she thought that maybe this was her kind of place after all.

Polly had further confirmation of the fact that the House of Fun was indeed her kind of place and that she definitely wasn’t frigid when she ripped the soggy crotch out of her tights so she could finger her burning hot pussy and by the time she returned to her room she desperately needed to put some dry pants on.

When she was having lunch with her brother her mind kept uncharacteristically wandering to thoughts that she couldn’t possibly share with her brother, thoughts of a man with an enormous cock that looked like a child’s arm holding a tennis ball and as a result of her recollections she had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers.

When they returned to the suite she didn’t bother changing her underwear again because she had no confidence that they would remain dry and even less that she would.
Polly was keen to go exploring again that afternoon and didn’t bother wearing tights when she went out and soon found herself in another of the voyeur rooms watching a girl dressed as Julie Andrews, or at least dressed as Maria, giving head to a pretty young nun.
It wasn’t really her cup of tea being that she wasn’t a devotee of Sappho but she found it strangely fascinating nonetheless.
But as her fascination began to wane and she was contemplating moving on something else happened to peak her interest, another party joined the fun.
It was a strikingly good looking man dressed as a priest and Maria and the nun took turns in sucking his cock, this was a very exciting turn of events but unfortunately she was not alone in the room and therefore couldn’t express herself in the way she had earlier in the day.
So after she had seen him cream pie both girls she got up and left, as did one or two others, but she wasn’t sure they had left for the same reason as she.
As they came out of the room Polly held the door for those following, and it was the first time she saw Geoff Bolden,
Polly did not engage in conversation however she was only interested in engaging her finger with her pussy.

(Part 05)

After a hot and horny afternoon she thought she needed to cool her ardour so she texted her brother.
“I’m going for a swim”

Polly had already been upstairs and got her one piece bathing costume, flicked herself off and changed her knickers again and was on her way back down before Paul had even reach their suite but he very soon joined her after about half an hour they decided to take a turn in the Jacuzzi.
While they were sat in the bubbling water they chatted about the facilities and Paul eventually admitted that he’d spent most of his time in the library.
“The library?” she exclaimed
“Yes”
“I didn’t bring you here so you could read” she scolded
“But I like to read, it broadens the mind” he said
“You should have seen the things that I’ve seen if you want to broaden your mind” she pointed out and then blushed
“Why? What have you seen?” he asked, suddenly curious
“I’m not telling what I’ve seen” she said as her face went bright red “You need to go and look for yourself”
When she finished talking she dunked her head under the water to cool herself down.
They sat in silence for the next 10 minutes until Paul said
“I’m sorry”
“That’s ok” she replied “I just thought on your first time at somewhere different you would find something more imaginative to do than sit in the library”
They had been joined by a third party the very very tall young man who had been in the same voyeur room as Polly.
After a few minutes he suddenly asked
“Forgive me for eavesdropping but did I hear you say this is your first time?”
“That’s right” she replied
“Mine too” he said “it was a present, to “bring me out of myself””
“Was the gift from a well-meaning sister by any chance?” Paul asked with a grin
“No my father in law, well ex father in law”
“Mine was an “I know you’re divorced but get back in the game” kind of gift”
“I’m still here” she pointed out
“So are you brother and sister then?” he asked hopefully
“Yes” Polly said and he seemed to receive her answer well.
Introductions followed and it turned out that his name was Geoff Bolden and he was a few months older than Polly and more importantly was taller than her and taller men always made her feel really feminine..
“So what was your gift for?” she asked “Are you divorcee as well?”
“No” he said and Polly found herself disappointed
“I’m a widower” he added

It turned out that Geoff was on his own at the Hotel and
Paul had noticed a little bit of a spark between his sister and him, and there was a glow about her that he hadn’t seen in her for a very long time.
Of course he didn’t realize that the radiance was due mainly to the fact that she’d been frigging herself like crazy all day.
But not being privy to Polly’s recent habitual masturbation he suggested they have dinner together because he was sure they liked each other.
Paul was correct she did like him and he liked her in fact to such an extent that they ended up in Paul’s beloved library in the early hours of the morning where to her delight he knelt behind her and did her on all fours on the library floor.

(Part 06)

After that first night when they defiled the library, Geoff took her to his bed and their relationship blossomed further when they had breakfast together the next morning.
“I’m supposed to go home today” she said, Polly had only booked in for two days to make sure Paul enjoyed himself and she ended up enjoying herself more.
“Do you have to?” he asked
“Do you want me to stay then?”
“Of course I do” Geoff said “I thought you would have known that”
“I hoped” Polly replied
“So will you stay then?”
“Yes” she replied “But…”
“But what?”
“I need more clothes” Polly said “I only packed for two days, I even had to wash my stockings this morning”
“So you’re wearing stockings again?” he asked
“Steady tiger” she said “Focus on the problem in hand”
“Yes sorry” he said “but I love you in stockings”
“Yes I remember” she said and kissed him
“Well there might be some shops in the village” he suggested “or the Hotel might have a laundry service”
“Clever and sexy” Polly said and kissed him again and then she noticed a pile of information leaflets at the end of the table,
“Perhaps there’s something in here that will tell us”
They picked up a leaflet each and started reading
“Nothing on this one” she said
“Nor this” Geoff added so they picked up another one each
“Here we are, there’s no laundry service, but there is costume department were you can choose whatever clothes you want”
“What about undies?” she asked “I’m not wearing second hand knickers”
“There is a shop on the ground floor that sells, and I quote “Underwear, hosiery and accessories” I’m not sure what the last part refers to” he said “but you can buy knickers”
“Good” she responded but then she was distracted
“So what are you reading that’s so interesting?” Geoff asked
“It’s a list of positions” she replied
“Really?” he asked bemused “what kind of position?”
Polly didn’t reply she just gave him a look and then the penny dropped
“Oh “positions” he said “which ones?”
“The sultry saddle, the squat, scissors, Face to face
The spider, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, edge of heaven, splitting the cicada, sexy spoons, galloping horse, good spread, kneeling fox, melody maker, man trap, magic bullet, slippery nipple, lust and thrust, the organ grinder, wraparound, lap love, the cat, the bridge, high dive and the shoulder stand”
“God so many?” he said
“That’s just the abridge list” she said
“Are there pictures?” Geoff asked
“Oh yeah” she replied with a leer and let him look as well
“My God, whatever happened to “Doggie” and “Missionary”” he asked
“Well if you remember we did them already” she said and blushed
“How could I forget” he said and they kissed passionately
“Shall we go?”
“Yes please” Polly replied and then almost as an afterthought she added “bring the list”
As they walked down the hall holding hands he said
“Do you want to go to the shop first?”
“Definitely not” she replied “I don’t think I need to worry about knickers at the moment”
When she realised that she had said it out loud she went scarlet and buried her head in his neck and he put his arm around her.

(Part 07)

Polly and Geoff became a couple after their stay in Pangmere and they bought a house together in Sharpington and treated themselves to one long weekend a month at the House of Fun where they would choose a different position from the brochure and they were progressing through the list very nicely and even added a few variants of their own, but whichever position they executed it always had their own special ingredient, love.

However just before Christmas, Geoff surprised her with a special gift, it was for a three day, two nights Christmas break and included dressing up and the use of the roleplaying rooms.
Polly was absolutely thrilled she couldn’t think of a better prelude to Christmas than being banged in a variety of position while wearing a costume or as Geoff preferred to think of them, uniforms.
He’d had her as a Doctor, Nurse, French Maid, Roman Slave Girl, Police Woman and a Schoolgirl.
The latter one he had done on numerous occasions and it never got old, and every time he thought to himself as he waited for outside the costume department.
“I do love a girl in uniform”
He thought it was probably just a man thing but uniforms got Polly wet as well, and it wasn’t just her after all women go mad for a fireman, and Geoff had fucked Polly as a fireman, and a policeman.
So it wasn’t just Geoff or indeed men in general both of them thought uniforms were Phwoah, and sex in uniforms was ecstasy.
After all if it wasn’t a turn on the House of Fun wouldn’t have a costume department.

They alternated who would dress up and they took it in turns to choose the outfits and Polly was the next to choose.
They both had the week before Christmas off, so they checked in on the 22nd and would check out on Christmas Eve and be in their own home for Christmas Day.
They got to Pangmere early, which was normal for them and left their bags in the room and went for a mooch around.

They walked down the corridor and she paused by the door to one of the voyeur rooms
“I need to pee” she said “go in and I’ll just be a minute”
Polly headed to the nearest toilet, so Geoff went inside and sat down and looked through the glass into an empty room.
With nothing to watch he found himself wishing he’d gone with her, not because he needed a piss but because he would have liked to watch.
He’d seen her pissing a few times before, normally when she didn’t know or when she was tipsy.
Why did he think watching her piss was so exciting? He didn’t know the answer to the question, but it was exciting and as if to underline the fact he was getting a semi.
He never used to get aroused by such things, but since he had been with Polly everything turned him on.

(Part 08)

Suddenly the door opened and Polly appeared, she closed the door behind her and slipped the bolt and as she walked towards him he noticed she was holding her knickers and tights in her hand,
“What did you take those off for?” he asked
“Why do you think?” she answered
“Did you pee on them?”
”No I didn’t pee on them,” she said indignantly as she sat down
“I took them off so we can have sex” she corrected him and then she kissed him and put her hand on his semi.
“God it doesn’t take much to get you going you does it?”
Polly said and unzipped his fly and yanked his cock out before she went down on him and sucked on him hard
When she came up for air he asked
“Remind me why we’re having sex in hear when we can do it upstairs in less than ten minutes”
“Because I’m horny now” she said wriggling out of her dress
“No self-control” he told her
“That’s rich” she retorted pulling off her sweater
“I was frigid until I met you”
“God I’ve created a monster,” he said sucking her tits while slipping two fingers into her and she was already syrupy so it didn’t take long until she shuddered and juddered at his fingering.
That did it for her, not only could she not wait until they got to the room for a good fuck but she couldn’t wait for extended foreplay either.

Geoff was sitting in the middle of the back row of seats virtually trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she stood up.
Polly was not a big unit but she was a tall girl and she was sidling between him and the seats in front like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat.
For some reason she wanted to be on the other side of him before they continued, he didn’t know nor understand her rationale and to be honest he didn’t really care.
But when she was at the zenith above his lap he caressed her gorgeous exposed buttocks and gripping her hips he pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft.
Polly gripped the backrests of the seats in front as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every inch of his shaft on the down and the wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the room.
But despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to burst and as he gripped her bony hips she milked him dry.
She finally relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.
“Now we can go to the room” she said

(Part 09)

“I do love a girl in uniform” he thought to himself every time he saw a girl leave the costume department.
He was waiting in the corridor outside while Polly got kitted out.
They alternated who would dress up and they took it in turns to choose the outfits and Polly was the next to choose.

He couldn’t think of a better Christmas present than to bang the woman he loved in a variety of positions while she was wearing a costume or as Geoff preferred to think of them, uniforms.
He’d had her as a Doctor, Nurse, French Maid, Roman Slave Girl, Police Woman and a Schoolgirl.
The latter one he had done on numerous occasions and it never got old, and every time he thought to himself as he waited for outside the costume department.
He thought it was probably just a man thing but uniforms got Polly wet as well, and it wasn’t just her after all women go mad for a fireman, and Geoff had fucked Polly as a fireman, and a policeman.
So it wasn’t just Geoff or indeed men in general both of them thought uniforms were Phwoah, and sex in uniforms was ecstasy.
After all if it wasn’t a turn on the House of Fun wouldn’t have a costume department.

Sometimes it was Hobsons Choice for Polly due to her height, not that the costume department didn’t cater for various sizes it was just that if another tall skinny bird got there before her then she was out of luck.
She didn’t mind really she just liked dressing up and playing games.
The nature of the costume wasn’t that important whatever she wore would get him hard and her wet.
Polly emerged from the costume department wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry.
He thought she looked great in the tailored skirt and tunic, with shiny brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.
But what made Polly even sexier, was that he knew how gorgeous she was beneath it.
“I really do like a bird in uniform” he thought to himself as he watched her walk towards him and out loud he said.
“Phwoah! Is all I’ve got to say”
“So where do you want to deploy me sir?” she asked and threw him a salute.
“Well Private I think we should do a recce for a suitable location which will suit your particular strengths”
“Yes sir” she said and saluted again
About five minutes later she suddenly turned left down an unfamiliar corridor.
“This way, it’s a short cut,” she said
“Is it?” he replied doubtfully “To where?”
“Trust me I’m a soldier” she said and marched off at pace and then pausing just long enough so he could see where she went, she opened a door and walked in.
When he got to her last known position, he found that it was the door to playroom 6, which was called “The Playground”.
“What the hell does that mean?” he asked himself, after all at the House of Fun it could mean anything.
He opened the door and tentatively stepped inside, smiled and said.
“So that’s what it means”
The room was actually a Playground, complete with seesaw, climbing frame, roundabout and of course swings, and that was where Polly was, playing on the swings.

(Part 10)

Playroom 6 was actually a Playground, complete with seesaw, climbing frame, roundabout and of course swings, and that was where Polly was, playing on the swings.
“Oh very grown up” he said as she propelled herself with great aplomb.
Geoff just stood and watched her until she allowed her momentum to slow and then she leant back and with great athleticism swung her legs up and hooked her ankles around the chains like a trapeze artist.
This allowed her skirt to fall away from her thighs, much to his delight, so he walked towards her until he was positioned where he had the best view between her legs as she swung gently back and forth.
Although he had a tantalising view he brought her to a stop by grabbing her ankles and then ran his hands down the inside of her legs all the way down to her groin.
This met with murmurs of approval from Polly so he proceeded to find the waistband of her tights and yanked them off her cute arse along with her wet white knickers.
“My mum was right about blokes like you” she said, “I’m pleased to say”
Having tugged her tights and drawers up around her knees Geoff knelt on the ground with her moist hairy pussy before him, he pushed her skirt aside so he could properly appreciate her minge from an unfamiliar angle.
It was a most aesthetically pleasing view, of neatly trimmed bush and her soft moist lips and as his lips moved to touch hers he thought the flesh was the most sensuous his lips had ever tasted, but he thought that every time.
He gently pulled her lips apart with his thumbs and opened her like a flower and then he tongued the moist pink flesh inside and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound she repeated as he continued to work on her with his tongue until her back arched and the divine velvet purr turned into a course gravelly growl.
He lifted his head from her juicy lips and thought it an appropriate moment to release his throbbing cock from its confines.
Polly growled again as he slipped his purple helmet between her syrupy lips and as soon as he was completely immersed in her hot juicy minge he used the swing to slide her on and off of his cock extracting dirty whorish moans with each penetration.
As she reached the abyss, the chains were rattling and the mechanism squeaking before Polly let out a long loud, sensual, erotic and downright dirty moan as her back ached and he jerked and spasm’d inside her.
After a minute or two of relishing the moment he withdrew from her cunny and stowed the sticky beast.
As Polly raised herself up her fanny farted and they both laughed then she unfurled her legs from the chains.
She sat up straight and wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
“Well that will do to be going on with,” she said
“Perhaps I could give you another instalment in the barracks tonight” he suggested
“That sounds really dirty” she replied “I can’t wait”
“Cool” Geoff said
Polly kissed him again and then she stood up and pulled up her knickers and tights and when she had finished rearranging her underclothes she said
“Private Russell ready for action sir”

(Part 11)

“Right soldier I need you upstairs double quick time” Geoff ordered
“Yes sir” she replied coming to attention
“But I need to report to the Quartermaster stores first”
“Why?”
“I need to change out of my dress uniform sir” she retorted
“But I love you in that uniform” he whispered
“And you’ll love me in the next one” she quietly replied
“Ok private report to the Quartermaster and draw your battledress” he barked “and report back to me on the double”
“Yes sir” she replied and marched out.
Geoff followed her out into the corridor and watched her march back to the costume department and he said to himself
“God I love my girl in a uniform”
He thought as they were walking back to the Costume Department, he didn’t care if it was or wasn’t a man thing but he knew it was a Geoff thing and it was a Polly thing because he’d heard her go on about fireman a lot and generally had a wistful look in her eye when doing so.
But what he knew for certain sure was when Polly Russell was dressed in a uniform she was Phwoah.

He waited with nervous anticipation in the hall wondering what
Polly had in store for him next and he could feel the first tingles of arousal at the prospect of unwrapping her, when she suddenly appeared and Polly’s uniform was well, as uniforms go not the sexiest, it wasn’t the tailored skirt and tunic, with shiny brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.
It was yomping boots, combat trousers, battle dress jacket, and beret, although he was still hoping for khaki knickers.
But he thought a uniform is a uniform and at the end of the day it was Polly inside it.
“Come on then soldier back to HQ” he ordered
“Yes sir” she replied

When they got to their room he opened the door and let Polly inside and as soon as they got inside she bent down and began unlacing her boots.
He sat on the end of the bed and looked at her and said
“Don’t stop there private”
“Sir” she said and moved to remove her beret.
“No! That stays” he barked
“Yes sir” she complied and removed her belt instead, followed by her battledress and combat trousers.
“That will do for now” he said after she removed her socks and she stood in front of him wearing only a Khaki vest, matching boxer shorts and dog tags around her neck and of course her beret.
Geoff was very aroused and as he looked at Polly he could see that she was too, under her vest her nipples stood proud on her unfettered breasts and there was a growing damp patch on the crotch of her boxers.
Polly was also fidgety, constantly transferring her weight from one foot to the other.
“Are you ready to go on manoeuvres?” he asked
“Yes sir” she barked “I’m ready sir”
“Then we’d better not waste any more time then” he said and she walked towards him and they kissed.

(Part 12)

Her body was lithe, and firm in his arms and his arousal grew
“Where do want me sir?” the dirty soldier asked and threw a salute
“I think I want you on the bed soldier” he replied “on the double”
And she turned on her heels jumped onto the bed and he stood up and quickly discarded his clothes and when he was wearing only one sock and his pants Polly was stood on the bed facing him and pulled the vest off over her head and he smiled as her breasts rearranged themselves before his eyes.
“I’m not sure if this is acceptable behaviour under Queens Regulations” she said as he removed his errant sock
“This could be a Court Martial offence”
“I am willing to take that risk” he said as he dropped his pants
“I’m not sure if I am” she responded and jumped off the bed but never stopped looking at his erection
Geoff’s pants were around his ankles and he lifted one foot out of the leg and kicked them at her face, Poppy threw out a hand to catch them and in that split second of distraction he closed the distance between them and manhandled her on to the bed.
“That’s dirty fighting” she yelped as he got her on her back and pinned her there.
“Well GI Jane what are you going to do now?” he asked holding her immobilized on the bed
“I’m going to let you fuck me,” she said and he kissed her and her tongue was in his mouth in an instant darting in and out as his hand released its grip on her wrist and instead grasped one of her firm breasts.
Her arms were around him then, her hands caressing his torso as he played with her nipple.
He stopped kissing her and she licked her lips and he began kissing his way down her skin from her neck to her pink proud nipple.
Geoff licked her areola before taking the teat between his lips and sucking on it noisily.
Polly wriggled beneath him and murmured contentedly as he suckled and her chest was rising and falling as her heart pounded in his ear.
With a slurp he released her swollen misshapen nipple and his lips began their journey south, kissing along the rim of her rib cage and down across her belly, and gave a flick of his tongue in her belly button and she squirmed.
He was knelt on the floor between her legs looking up at her, Polly’s head turned was to one side, mouth open, eyes closed, and her tongue constantly licking her lips in anticipation.
Geoff reached up his hands to her belly and slipping his fingers between the waistband of her boxers and her quivering flesh and he tugged them gently over her hips and off her firm round buttocks and slowly down her thighs towards her knees and then they slipped easily passed her ankles.

(Part 13)

Polly was naked and stretched out before him, if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it.
She just squirmed a little and continued licking her lips, and he was about to do the same.
He pushed her knees slightly apart and leant forward and starting where he had left off he kissed his way down from her navel to her silky belly and then to her hairy mound.
Polly spread her thighs invitingly and there was her perfect moist pussy and moist luscious lips and as his lips moved to touch hers they opened like a piece of ripe fruit he opened her with his tongue and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound repeated often as he worked on her wet pussy with his tongue until her back arched, her fanny farted and the velvet purr became a gravelly growl.
Polly sat up and lifting his head from her juicy lips she kissed him and her spare hand began tugging on his cock.
As she kissed him he pushed her thighs wide open and let her guide his purple head between her moist lips and as soon as he could feel her syrupy juice around the head of his cock he thrust his pelvis forward and he was in her.
She stopped kissing him and let out the dirtiest whorish moan he’d ever heard, and he hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
Polly wrapped her arms around his neck, and her face was pressed against his and he could feel every moan that came from her as well as hearing it, he thought that was incredibly sensual, dirty and pure at the same moment.
Polly’s thighs squeezed his hips in response to every thrust, but the soldier was tiring and she released her grip from around his neck and fell backward onto the bed, her thighs still gripped on to him however and now her legs wrapped around his arse.
Polly’s head was rolling back and forth and she was moaning almost continually, her hands had grasped handfuls of duvet as she writhed and wriggled before him and he was close, so very close, he slid his hands along her soft skin and cupped her full round breasts as he rushed headlong to the point of ecstasy, and then with one final nerve tingling thrust, Polly arched her back and growled out in climax as he jerked, spasm’d and spaffed.
“Booyah” he barked to the naked panting creature before him and Polly laughed between the panting and her pussy muscles jiggled his cock, which made him laugh.

In the afterglow on that December afternoon they cuddled under the duvet very snug and smug.
“Can I stay in your quarter’s tonight sir?” She asked
“Of course private” he replied and kissed her head
“So I should think” she said and they fell asleep but awoke two hours later refreshed and horny.

(Part 14)

The morning after their very memorable military manoeuvers they were sitting in their room wearing only bathrobes eating their room service scrambled eggs on toast and drinking coffee.
After they’d finished eating he cleared the plates away and put the tray outside the door while Polly sat finishing her coffee.
As he walked back to where she was sitting she said
“Thanks for letting me stay last night sir”
“My pleasure private” he replied and leant over and kissed her head,
“Mine as well” she said looking up at him and smiling as she undid the belt on his robe.
Polly reached inside and she began gently tugging on him before he felt delicate soft kisses on his sensitive knob as her tongue flicked around his helmet in quick feather light licks.
All at once in one smooth slurping instant he was in her mouth and
Geoff looked down to see her head rising and falling on his cock as she went down on him.
he could feel Polly’s fingers still caressing his shaft gently and
he looked down just as his glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled lustfully before she devoured him again with her hot mouth,
He could see the bulge of his cock in her cheek as she sucked on him.
Geoff was caressing the back of her head and he was fast approaching the point of no return so he pulled out of her mouth to the sound of lip smacking and slurping.
“I think we need to redeploy this little soldier,” he said looking down at his saliva soaked cock.
“Yes sir” Polly said standing to attention and throwing an exaggerated salute before crawling on the bed and knelt with her pussy on display and ready for mounting.

After he had pounded her pussy from behind on the bed to yet another toe curling orgasm they had a nice relaxing bath together to recharge the batteries for later.
Most of the morning had gone by the time they were dressed so they decided on an early lunch to take on fuel for their next session before taking the uniform back, complete with heavily soiled boxers, to the costume department.

Strictly speaking it was Geoff’s turn to choose the costumes for the next game but as Polly had performed so exquisitely well as part the armed forces Geoff thought she deserved a reward and let her choose again and even chose a costume for him.
Polly kissed him passionately when he told her but in the end Polly thought he deserved a prize for making her cum so many times so she dressed as a schoolgirl, complete with navy blue knickers and pigtails and to reward herself she chose the Santa suit for him.
Being fucked by Father Christmas was a fantasy she’d had since she was a girl.
When Santa arrived at the end of her bed she planned for him to empty his sack in her.

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (26) Rules of Engagement

(Part 01)

Life had changed dramatically since 23 year old Lesley Makin drove her Volkswagen Beetle through the beautiful Downshire countryside of the Finchbottom Vale on her way to the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom Road.
She travelled from Abbeyvale and the reason for her journey on that day was to make a new start and in a new job at her Aunty Yvonne’s Spa Hotel.
Lesley also hoped that her sojourn would mend her broken heart.
She had been struck with a double whammy when she found out that her fiancé was having an affair with her office manager and she had to give up her job and the flat she shared with Graham.
So she loaded her possessions into her car and headed to Pangmere.
She had heard on the grapevine that the Hotel was doing very well so she had no doubts that her Aunt would be able to find something for her to do and give her a place to stay.
What Lesley hadn’t heard on the grapevine was the exact reason why the Pangmere Spa Hotel was doing so very well.

Lesley’s Aunt, was Yvonne Makin, a former masseur, who along with her husband Clive ran the small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere in the Finchbottom Vale and they were doing very nicely thank you, or so she thought.
However after her husband’s death she realized that the business she thought was thriving was in fact in dire straits.
However after a difficult period and a flirtation with the Hen/Stag party trade she ended up changing from the Spa business to the sex business.

As a result of a mad sex and alcohol fuelled Saturday night, a group of Hen’s met a party of Stags, and her aunt Yvonne had the idea to close the traditional loss making Spa Hotel and open 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.
Had Lesley known that, she would not have made the journey.

Not that she was a prude, she was far from that, but she wouldn’t have thought that she had anything to offer such a business and she wasn’t really very experienced sexually.
She liked sex though, a lot, she just hadn’t had as much of it as she would have liked, and although she didn’t know it at the time, that was going to change very soon, and once she stepped through the front doors she would never have a pure thought ever again.

Lesley was completely unaware that the Spa and transformed into the House of Fun or that the saunas and massages were now a lot steamier and there was certainly no evidence of that when she pulled into the car park, there was nothing on the outside of the hotel which in anyway indicated what went on inside it.
All she could see was that the car park was full, which to her mind meant paying guests and lots of them, although from the outside she couldn’t tell what exactly they were paying for.

(Part 02)

Lesley’s Aunty Yvonne was a small dark haired woman, and at the time she was just the wrong side of fifty, but she had maintained her figure.
She loved her niece Lesley like she was her own, she was a beautiful girl who was almost a carbon copy of Yvonne when she was in her twenties, although Lesley had much bigger tits.

Yvonne walked around the Hotel in her customary form of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around without her knickers on, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
On the day her niece came to visit she approached reception and she could feel her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness of one of the voyeur rooms as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls, Claire and Kelly, double teaming a headmistress from Childean and her head was still full of salacious thoughts.

When she first spotted Lesley sitting in reception she had mixed feelings she was pleased to see her because she loved her very much but seeing her also filled her with dread because she hadn’t told anyone about the change of direction the business had taken and that was going to be an uncomfortable conversation.

The first thing Lesley noticed when she spotted her Aunty was that she wasn’t wearing a bra which surprised her but she didn’t know at that time that she was also sans knickers.

When they left the madness of Reception with the busy assortment of guests and staff, many of them dressed in costumes, a girl dressed as Bo Peep, two others in roman toga’s and a forth dressed from head to toe in black leather, and leaving them in their wake they repaired to Yvonne’s office.
“I was hoping you might find me a job” she replied and Yvonne’s heart sank.
It wasn’t because she didn’t want her around, it was just that she didn’t think she would fit into the world that Yvonne now inhabited which was a shame because she was pretty, with a cracking figure and big tits but she thought her a bit too priggish and virginal for the House of Fun, little did she know.
But she was naïve as she assumed that the tableau she had viewed in reception and supposed they must be theatricals.

However on that day of their reunion Yvonne and Lesley spent about half an hour catching up with news of family and friends while drinking coffee, but Yvonne knew that eventually the moment would come when she would have to disappoint her niece, who had quite innocently turned up looking for a job, thinking that her Aunt was running a respectable business in the Finchbottom Vale.

After Lesley explained, at length, her circumstances regarding her philandering fiancé and her cougar boss, she got to the point of her being there.
“I was hoping you would be able to find me something to do here”

(Part 03)

After Lesley explained, at length, her circumstances regarding her philandering fiancé and her cougar boss, she got to the point of her being there.
“I was hoping you would be able to find me something to do here” Lesley said “You seem very busy”
“The thing is…” Yvonne began
“I don’t mind what I do” Lesley interrupted
“It’s more a case of who you do more than what” Yvonne thought
“The thing is” Yvonne began “The business isn’t quite what you think it is”
“What do you mean?”
“Well for example the “colourful” people you saw in reception” Yvonne said
“Yes” Lesley responded
“Well they aren’t really theatricals, they’re more like role players”
“I don’t understand” Lesley said with a puzzled expression
“They like to act out…. Scenarios” Yvonne said feeling pleased with her description
“You mean like therapy?” Leslie said
“Well yes they do find it therapeutic certainly” she retorted
“Let me give you another example”
“Ok” Lesley said brightly
“A lot of our guests use the rooms but don’t always spend the night”
“Well that seems daft” Lesley said “if you’ve paid for a room you might as well…..”
Yvonne said nothing and waited for the penny to drop
“Oh” she said “I understand now, you’re running a brothel”
“Well not exactly” Yvonne replied surprised and relieved that her prudish niece was not overly shocked by the revelation.
“No it’s nothing like a brothel”
“So what then?”
“We merely pander to peoples peculiarities” Yvonne said
“Peculiarities?”
“Yes, fetishes, fantasies and perversions” Yvonne said
“And there’s a lot of call for that kind of thing?” Lesley asked innocently
“You would not believe just how much” she replied and laughed
“So can I have a job then?” Lesley asked
“What?”
“Can I have a job?” she repeated “Not the sex stuff though”
“Do you mean you’re not put off by working at a “Brothel”?” Yvonne asked
“No, not yet”
“Well let’s wait and see what you think in a week or so”
Yvonne said “You may feel differently when you’ve seen the business at close quarters”

Yvonne was surprised to hear that her niece Lesley still wanted to work for her even after she explained what business they were in, but she was sure that she didn’t fully understand the true nature of the business and when she eventually did she would probably run a mile.
Which was precisely what was on Lesley’s mind, to run like hell.
Although she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs.
Yvonne might have done the same herself if she were Lesley’s age.

Her niece was such a quiet, shy and innocent girl,
She decided to get someone to show her around and give her some sneak previews of the action at the House of Fun, she just had to decide who.
Although whoever Yvonne chose might well find they had no one to escort because while she hadn’t shown it on the surface Lesley was very shocked at sordid truth about the Spa and planned to leave Pangmere and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs as soon as was humanly possible.
In fact to use Yvonne’s phrase Lesley’s planned to run like hell.

(Part 04)

While trying to think of a suitable escort Yvonne had a light bulb moment, Aidan McCauley the quiet and unassuming former odd job man at the Hotel from the Spa days.
He had turned out to be the surprise package of the transition, a man who as his former self would never have said boo to a goose.
But when Aidan was transformed into his alter ego and he was dressed head to toe in black leather and wearing a heavily studded ski mask, he found his true voice and he could not be silenced.
But out of uniform he was the perfect escort for Lesley.

Lesley was put into one of the quieter guest rooms away from the more seedy action.
It was a nice room up on the top floor and had a beautiful view out across the Finchbottom Vale but she didn’t notice she just sat down heavily on the bed.
“Oh God what have I done” she said and put her head in her hands.
Asking her Aunt for a job after the sordid revelations was really just bravado.

She wasn’t very experienced sexually, she had only ever had one partner and she didn’t do it much with him, which she thought was probably why he went off and had sex with her boss, although to be honest it was him that was reluctant.

She had no idea what working for her Aunty involved but she had agreed to try it for a week, which was a recipe for disaster, if she stayed she was clearly just going to make a fool of herself.
She’d gone there for a job and thought waitressing or a chamber maid but working in a brothel she was going be mopping up semen all day long.

There was only one thing for it, she would sneak out later in the evening while everyone was busy doing whatever sordid and disgusting things they did late into the night.

A disappointed Lesley was preparing to leave and return to Abbeyvale with her tail between her legs and she had just put her shoes on when there was a knock at the door.
It was an unwelcome interruption and her first thought was to ignore it and hope that whoever it was just went away but that would have been cowardly and she was not a coward.
So she steeled herself and opened the door with a frown on her face, which quickly changed to a smile when she saw a tall fresh faced young man standing in the hall.
“Hi” he said softly “I’m Aidan”
“Oh hello” she said without any idea who he was or why he was knocking on her door, he could have been one of the perverts, although she didn’t think he looked like a weirdo, he looked quite nice.
Aidan was a quiet and unassuming man in his mid-twenties who was the odd job man at the Spa Hotel before the business made a change of direction.
“Yvonne asked me to show you around” he explained
“Oh I see” she retorted which was when he noticed her bags by the bed
“Haven’t you unpacked yet?” he asked
“No I haven’t had time” she lied and then to hide her embarrassment quickly added “Shall we go then”
“Sure” he replied amiably

(Part 05)

Yvonne assigned Aidan McCauley to be Lesley’s guide and escort to show her niece around the establishment and she said.
“Show her everything and don’t spare her blushes”

As instructed he showed her everything starting with Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kelly Freeborn dressed in black leather dealing with a rather unpleased member of the legal profession in need of some punishment.
Aidan led her into the first of voyeur room and despite being shocked by what she was seeing she couldn’t take her eyes off the tableaux for a second.
Next they witnessed an elderly lady high court judge riding a mechanical cock and straight after that they viewed several of the special play rooms together after which she exclaimed.
“Oh gosh, I’m exhausted I think I’ll call it a night”

After Aidan had escorted her back to her room she closed the door behind her and sighed, she liked Aidan and she was enjoying his company and it was a shame that she had to cut the evening short.
And she felt a little guilty for lying to him, because she hadn’t wanted to curtail the tour because she was tired as she had told him, it was because she was downright horny.
As a result of some of the things she had seen she was dripping wet, and she hadn’t felt so turned on for such a long time so Lesley quickly undressed and lay on her bed and fingered her wet pussy until she finished in a juddering climax and when she reached the zenith of her self-pleasure there was an image of Aidan that filled her head.

While Lesley was wetting her fingers between her juicy lips, Aidan was heading down the stairs two at a time as he headed home with a spring in his step and a bulge in his trousers.

Lesley woke up the next morning as horny as she had been the night before and had to give herself a prolonged fingering to abate her arousal which was only partially successful as she had to do herself again in the shower which was why she still didn’t have any knickers on when there was a knock on the door and she was still pulling them up past her knees when the second knock came.
She managed to compose herself sufficiently to answer the door and smiled broadly as she looked into Aidan eyes
“Sorry I overslept” she lied
“That’s ok”

They went to the Wet Rooms first and watched a girl trust up and having a jet of water squirted at her nipples, anus and her hairy crack until she orgasm’d almost to the point of unconsciousness and then Aidan showed her the “Messy Rooms” to see the squirter’s and the Golden Rain Brigade.
After watching the squirter’s and a veritable monsoon of Golden showers Aidan suggested lunch.
“That would be really lovely” She replied “but would you mind if we do it in half an hour or so I would really like to change first”
“Of course” he responded “I’ll meet you in reception in say 40 minutes?”
“That’s perfect” she said and beamed a brilliant smile at him

(Part 06)

After parting company with her escort Lesley got back to her room in no time flat and was feeling guilty again as she had lied to Aidan once more.
It was true she wanted to change, in fact she needed to change, in particular her wet knickers.
But what she really wanted to do was flick herself off again.
After Lesley had satisfactorily frigged herself off, she freshened herself up with some wet wipes, gave herself a squirt of perfume and pulled on some fresh panties.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had had to masturbate three times in one day and it was still only lunchtime, only God knew what horny delights the afternoon would bring or how many more pairs of knickers would be soiled.
She had never in her life fingered her minge more the three times in a day not even when she was a teenage girl.
Lesley almost left the room without changing her top, luckily she remembered just before she left.
Lesley had to be wearing something different when she had lunch with Aidan because getting changed was the pretext for going to her room in the first place.

The truth of the matter was that Lesley had fallen heavily in lust with Aidan in fact all she could do during lunch was fantasize about having sex with Aidan, right there on the table that separated them and as a result of her fantasizing Lesley had already wet the crotch of her clean knickers even before they reached the Role Playing Rooms or as Aidan called them The Dressing Up rooms.
Where they watched the well hung ex gardener, Callum, in action. “Oh my God” Lesley exclaimed “Look at the size of his cock”
And then she watched open mouthed as her someone called Lady Penelope impaled herself on him and with each pump of her loins on his huge cock Lesley got wetter and wetter and she was desperate to finger herself or have Aidan do it for her and even in the half-light she had noticed he had a lump in his jeans because as he watched the beautiful socialite thrusting her pussy down Callum’s shaft Aidan thought how much he wanted Lesley, he wanted her right then and there but he didn’t want to take advantage of her, he really liked her.
Whereas he didn’t want to take advantage of her she desperately wanted him to take advantage of her, several times.

After the show he walked her back to her room and she was hopeful, expectant even but all she got was a peck on the cheek.
Which was sweet, and if she hadn’t been so horny she would have been content but what she wanted was a good rogering, but it didn’t happen.
But as she fingered away her frustration in the darkness that night she resolved that he would be rogering her in the very near future she just hadn’t figured out how to make it happen, but she would.

(Part 07)

The pattern was set for Lesley, Aidan would show her some salacious activity which would get her very wet, then she would excuse herself and find somewhere to masturbate.

Guests would stay at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the House of Funs erotica express.

The sexual satisfaction at the House of Fun wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh” and he amused himself in one of the special playrooms, as did an old Shakespearean actor who liked watching Claire hoovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots.
There was another man, one of their regular visitors, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory, masturbating obviously, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.
Not that the weirdness in the special playrooms was restricted to men, a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have Callum, the large cocked ex gardener urinate on her.
Some of the services requested were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges, like a woman having her breasts covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.
Not everything was restricted to inside the rooms, for example a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar, the studded kind.
And patrons liked to dress up and in the days that followed Aidan guided tours Lesley was put to work in the wardrobe room.
There was a lot of dressing up involved at the House of Fun so they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight, which cost a fortune, but if the clients wanted them then they could have them but of course they came at a price, which was highly inflated, which more than covered the cleaning bill, not all fabrics are wipe clean.

It was while she was working there that she discovered there was a shop attached to the costume department, that sold, underwear, hosiery, but apart from underwear and hosiery of every conceivable kind, the shop also sold a stunning array of products, love eggs, cock rings, dildo’s, vibrators, handcuffs, whips, masks and every other kind of accessory to pain and pleasure and aids to her increased need to masturbate.

Lesley also noticed one day, Kelly and Claire dressed as schoolgirls in readiness for an appointment with a former head mistress for a spot of punishment that she decided on a course of action that she hoped would entice Aidan out of his shell and into her knickers.

So Lesley put her plan into action and successfully set and baited a trap and caught her prey in Room 56 and got exactly what she had fantasized over and after that first outing they became regular visitors in the playrooms and they never left the room disappointed.

(Part 08)

Lesley and Aidan had spent most of Christmas Eve in Abbottsford amidst the madness of the last minute Christmas shoppers in the Phoenix Centre.
But they weren’t there for Christmas Shopping, they had finished that two weeks before.
They had been in Abbottsford buying an engagement ring because they were getting engaged that evening and were going to announce it when they went to the Red Lion in Pangmere for dinner with Auntie Yvonne.
Technically they had already bought the ring but it had to be resized and Christmas Eve was the last chance they had to collect it.
It took an absolute age to firstly get out of the multi-story car park and then out of Abbottsford and then they stopped on the way back for a late lunch at a pub in Shallowfield, so when they finally got back to the Hotel he thought Lesley would be eager to get to her room and take a long relaxing bath, but it turned out that she was in the mood for something quite different, and he had nothing to do with relaxation.
They had barely got through the fronts doors before she took control and as he was carrying her purchases he wasn’t in a position to object.
She propelled him through reception and then pushed him sideways through the open door and into Yvonne’s office, which was empty, and she knew it would be empty because Lesley knew Yvonne would be upstairs having some afternoon delight with her toy boy Paul.
She had planned what to do on the drive back and once Aidan was in the office she locked the door and she was on him.
Clearly the excitement of the day and acquiring the engagement ring had had an unforeseen effect on her and had made her really hungry for him and her lips instantly fastened over his and her active tongue invaded his mouth.
It was a very sensual kiss and his manhood was suddenly wide-awake and did its best to burst out of his trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly began tugging roughly on his shaft.
Lesley was completely in command and soon her lips left his and moved immediately down to his cock.
“Are you sure we should be doing this in here?” he asked as her agile tongue feathered his purple head in deliciously sensual flicks
“I’ve always wanted to have you in Aunties office” she replied before devouring his cock in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.
“Oh Leslie that’s so good” he said as she sucked him up good and proper, but before she got too enthusiastic, he pushed her head back to allow him to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, and after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed him again with the same urgency as before.
He pushed her back against the wall and yanked her skirt up her thighs so he could get his hands under the hem and gripping it in both hands he pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was residing around her waist, he then turned his attention to her tights and knickers but took a moment to fondled her buttocks first.

(Part 09)

After the instant she began the assault he had been wondering if the panties she was wearing were wet, which was normally a good barometer, as in many of their sexual encounters when she was “well up for it” they often were.
He slid his hands around from her rear where he had been groping her arse and slipped his hand between her thighs and found the fabric of her tights was drenched.
“You’re knickers and tights are very wet” he said more than a little surprised at the degree of saturation even for her.
“I’ve been wet all day” she responded, “I would have had you in the car if the multi-story hadn’t been so busy”
“I would have liked that” he said as he hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse and he followed them down to her ankles and was knelt in front of her neat brunette bush.
Lesley was running her fingers through his hair as he slipped her knickers and tights off over her feet and as he was about to stand up he felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed his head back down towards her cunny.
Aidan was ready to fuck her but she wanted head first so in the spirit of the season he decided to oblige his fiancée.
He had her standing on one leg, while she supported herself by resting the other one on his shoulder as he supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.

Lesley let him know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and he stood up.
He had her juice all around his mouth and when he kissed her it was all around hers as well.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and she was panting loudly in his ear as he got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive him.
Once achieved he slid effortlessly into Lesley’s hot creamy cunny
“Ohhhhh God” she uttered
Lesley’s legs locked around his middle and he banged her against the wall.
He had one hand on her hip and with the other he gripped the coat hook on the wall as he banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster which was like being applauded for his efforts.
With each early stroke he put into her she responded with a long satisfied
“Mmmm”
As the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened she could only manage
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
Finishing with an
“OH GOD YES”
As he emptied his Christmas sac into her and they stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“Oh merry Christmas”
“It was ok then?” he asked
“Oh yes, very nice” she replied

(Part 10)

When he finally set her back down on terra firma he quickly redressed and she threw her soggy knickers and tights into her shopping bag and then they left Yvonne’s office and Lesley walked back to her room sticky lipped and knickerless, which was something her Auntie Yvonne was fond of doing, it clearly ran in the family.
Aidan left Lesley at her room and walked back to his own and got ready for the evening.

Aidan and Lesley planned on spending Christmas together at the Hotel and that meant they would spend Christmas Morning in her room so she had a beautifully decorated little tree and he put the presents underneath it that morning before they left to go to Abbottsford.
Once she was back in the room on her own she noticed the presents and all of a sudden she was like a child again and she immediately phoned Aidan.
“Can I open a present?” she asked him
“No, you have to wait until morning” he replied
“Oh, just one, please, please, please” she begged
“No” he said firmly “Concentrate on getting ready”
Aidan hung up and got back in the shower but she phone him again fifteen minutes later.
“Oh please can I open a present?” she begged him
“No, you have to wait until morning” he replied but judging by what he could hear she kept picking up the presents, shaking them and even squeezing them.
If he could have seen her he would have noticed that she was even listening to them.
“Oh, just one” she begged him again
“No” he said firmly “Now get ready”
But she kept the begging phone calls every ten minutes and she was getting right on his tits, if he were to tell the truth.
So finally he relented
“Ok, we can open one present each before we leave for dinner”
“Goody” she squealed
“Now get yourself ready” Aidan said
“Ok”
An hour later he headed upstairs to her room and when he let himself in he was expecting to find her waiting impatiently to open a present.
But instead he found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body.
She was clearly feeling horny again and this time she wasn’t wearing wet knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing knickers at all or anything else for that matter.
“You go first” she said
“If you insist” he said and once he had un-wrapped his present and thoroughly examined the contents, he discovered the absence of wet lingerie but he did find that she had wet whiskers.
And when he had methodically enjoyed every inch of her culminating in a nerve tingling ball wetting fuck they were very nearly late for dinner with Yvonne.