He gave her a good look over and his final appraisal was one of satisfaction, white silk blouse, no bra, classy with a hint sensuality. Flared skirt, long enough to preserve her modesty, but short enough to reveal the occasional glimpse of black stocking, but not enough to confirm whether they were hold ups or stockings with suspenders, but as she walked elegantly away on four-inch heels, he very much looked forward to finding out.
Michael Stones was sat
at the dining table with an empty plate in front of him, from which he had
cleared every morsel of his full English birthday breakfast.
He had a mug of tea in
one hand while the other one gripped the edge of the table rather firmly as his
cousin Sally was under the table giving him a birthday blowjob.
His Dad walked into
the room just a second or two after he’d emptied his sac into her mouth.
“Happy birthday son”
his dad said and patted him on the back before returning the way he came in
order to join his mum.
Michael had just taken
a mouthful of tea when Dad suddenly asked
“Did you enjoy your
birthday treat?”
And on hearing that
question he almost choked and sprayed a mouth full of tea all over the table.
“Steady son” his dad
said laughing loudly “you’re supposed to swallow it, not spit it out”
Well that comment didn’t help in the slightest.
Mornington-By-Mere is
a small country village lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient
Dancingdean Forest and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a quaint
picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor
House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge, a
Schoolhouse, a River and a Mere.
But this Christmas
tale is set in the Manor House over Christmas 1962, when the house was full of
the St George clan and their peripheral family and the Molesworth’s fell into
the latter group.
Twenty-six-year-old Tristan Molesworth was the family throwback being 6ft 4 with flaming red hair, this was to be his last
Christmas at the manor and indeed his last in the UK as he was emigrating to
New Zealand in the following spring to run the farm he had inherited from his
great uncle.
On his last day of his
two weeks at the house, he was kept up later than he planned, as the family all
wanted to have a farewell drink with him.
Although he enjoyed
their company and was grateful for the sentiment, there was somewhere else he
would have preferred to be.
He had arranged an
assignation with cute housemaid Amy Galasso, with whom, following a chance
encounter in the library on his first night, they had been having a satisfying
and sustained affair.
It was after eleven
o’clock when he got to his room and opened the door.
The light from the
landing flooded into the room and in the centre of his bed was the unmistakable
shape of his little housemaid laying in the foetal position with her back to
him.
He closed the door and
quickly undressed and joined her in bed, and cuddled up behind her, sliding one
arm under her neck and wrapping it around her and resting his hand on her
waist, while his other hand sought out her cute buttock, which was cold to his
touch, which meant she hadn’t been there for long.
He began to caress the
cold fleshy cheek until it began to warm, as did his ardour, as he caressed the
subtle curves of her buttocks, slowly exploring every contour of its delicious
shape until his fingers reached the radiant heat of her pussy.
Amy 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 on
her waist steadied her as he frigged her until she gasped.
“Ohhhh Tristan” she
said, “I thought you were never coming”
“I’m sorry” he said
and kissed her shoulder, and she grabbed his spare hand and pulled it up to her
breast and squeezed his hand onto her tit the reached behind her and grabbed
his cock as he continued frigging her and bringing her closer and closer to
orgasm until she screamed out.
With his cock in hand
Amy wriggled her arse towards him and made a dreamy exclamation as he pushed
his tip between her sticky lips.
“Mmmmm” she repeated
as he followed through with the rest of him and was in a frenzy as she received
what she had clearly desired all day.
Amy 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, that was worth
waiting for” she said between pants.
“It was for me”
Tristan replied
“A really nice one for
our last time together” she said
“There’s more than
that to come” Tristan replied
“Our last night
together then” she said quietly
“Do you want it to be
our last night?” he asked
“Of course, not” she
said, and her voice cracked
“Nor do I” Tristan
said
“Really?” she asked
and rolled over to face him
“Really” he replied
“Do you want me to
come and be your housemaid?” she asked hopefully
“Absolutely not” he
replied, and she was crestfallen “I want so much more”
“What are you saying?”
“I want you to come to
New Zealand with me” he said
“You want me to be
your housemaid in New Zealand?” she asked
“No”
“Your Housekeeper
then” she said
“No, you silly girl, I
want you to be a farmer’s wife” he explained
“What farmer?”
“This farmer” he said
and pointed at his chest
Suffice is to say the
news was well received and they fucked again that night and twice again the
next morning.
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.
Lesley Willis had
already gone to work, and her sister Caroline was baking in the kitchen, so
Danny 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 speaking Danny
watched through the steamy glass as the figure 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 Caroline paused 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-five years
of age, he was not without experience with women, but Caroline was something
else, she was like a ravenous beast, and he was the prey, far more than her
sister.
He had only gone
upstairs to shower but getting dirty with her for the first time made him
really hungry for the many other occasions.
The traditional seaside resort of
Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the
seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom,
well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement
arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.
It also had the grand neighbourhood of
Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob
Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where the New Year had arrived at
The Sandcastle Arms.
The pub was managed by 30-year-old James
Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete
contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan,
who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender,
leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.
James and Danielle had been an item for a few weeks and could barely
keep their hands off each other and they spent almost every night together and
they made love before going to sleep and before getting up in the morning.
So, on New Year’s
Day James had Danielle bent over on the bed
beneath him with his cock still inside her, she had her face buried in the
duvet and she was quivering after the exertion, while panting and sighing.
She sighed even louder when he withdrew from
her cunny, and he kissed the small of her back.
He knew that Danielle wouldn’t get up and
dress with him in the room, even though they had made love countless times, and
he had seen her beautiful body up close and personal on many of those times, so
he left her to sort herself out and went into the bathroom to give her some
privacy.
He had seen every inch of her gorgeous body
during love making and he had penetrated every orifice and she had zero inhibitions
during sex.
She was great at flirting and flaunting and
she loved dressing up and showed no shyness precoitally while she was clothed,
but her inhibitions reared their ugly head when it came to postcoital
nakedness.
However, he sat on the edge of the bath and
thought to himself how much he loved her and especially her modesty and
shyness.
When he opened the bathroom door Danielle was
shuffling towards him, still buttoning her blouse with her eyes fixed firmly on
the task.
When she finally looked up and saw him
watching her, she immediately went scarlet and looked away.
James took hold of her arm and pulled her
towards him, and she buried her face in his chest and held onto him in a vice
like grip.
“I can’t believe you’re still shy” He said
“after what we just did, and after all the fantastic sex we have”
Danielle didn’t answer
“But I love it that you are” he added
“Really?” Came a muffled query
“Yes” he replied “In fact it’s why I love you so much
“You love me?” she asked in a childlike
voice.
“Yes, so you’ll have to come out from my
chest and give me a kiss” he added
“A kiss?” she asked
“Yes, I must have a kiss” he insisted
“Because I love you”
Reluctantly her head emerged from his chest,
but she still didn’t raise her eyes to look at him but said quietly
“I love you too”
James put his hand on her chin and lifted it
gently up and then he put his lips to hers and so began a rather lengthy and
immensely enjoyable kiss.
In fact, it was such a deeply satisfying kiss
that he began undressing her again and she offered no resistance.
The
Treadgood’s had worked for the Beaumont’s since the end of the Great War, when
Colonel Anthony George Beaumont rewarded his batman, Private Cyril Henry
Treadgood for saving his life at the Somme with a job and a cottage on the
estate for his lifetime.
In
the 21st Century there are only two Treadgood’s working for the family, Sarah,
who, managed all the transport and travel, maintained the fleet of vehicles, as
well as being Oliver Beaumont’s primary driver for special duties, and her
younger sister Alicia who, was the current head of the family, who was trusted
right hand, cook, housekeeper, social secretary, confident and trusted friend,
to the Beaumont’s.
They
were both attractive girls, tall and slender with long brunette hair and never
short of interest, but for Alicia there was only one man she wanted.
Alicia
and Harvey Willmott were engaged for three years when they broke up, but the
moment it happened they both knew they had made a terrible mistake, but when
they both attended his sister Karen’s wedding in December they got back
together and were determined not to make the same mistake again and had seen
each other every day since.
They
had spent New Year’s Eve at Oliver Beaumont’s and were celebrating until almost
2am when they left to make the two hundred yard walk to her cottage.
It
was a cold night, and it was beginning to snow, and when they were about
halfway, she suddenly said
“I
need to pee”
“We’re
nearly home” Harvey pointed out
“I’m
desperate” she confessed
They
were just passing the garage block so when they got to the end of the path she
disappeared into the shrubbery and triggered one of the PIR sensors.
Harvey
peered through the shrubbery until he could see her,
illuminated by the floodlights, as she undid her coat.
But
when she’d hoicked up her skirt and pulldown her tights and pants and was about
to squat, the lights went out.
Although
he couldn’t see her, he could definitely hear her, as she pissed behind a bush,
as a sustained jet hit the frozen ground.
Then
it went silent except for a long sigh, followed by a lot of muttering.
As
the snow began to fall faster, he could see her again, illuminated by the
floodlights, in a standing position with her coat open and holding the hem of
her skirt in front of her, displaying her magnificent hairy bush.
He
walked towards her and couldn’t help noticing her nipples prodding through her
sweater.
“Where
are your knickers and tights?” he asked
“In
my coat pocket” Alicia replied
“Why?”
“I
got pee on them” she replied and giggled
“And
besides you like me with no knickers”
“Well,
yes” he replied “But we can’t do anything here”
“Why
not?” she asked
“Well,
it’s cold for one thing, and it’s snowing” he replied
“You
get me hot though” she retorted
“What
about the cameras? we’ll be seen” he pointed out
“Don’t
worry” she reassured him “this is a blind spot”
“How
do you know that?” he asked,
“Because I monitor the security camera’s” she replied
“Oh fare enough” he said and kissed her and played with her nipples through the
fabric of her sweater
He
then pushed her back against the wall and his hand sought out her whiskers,
which were still wet from her alfresco piss and probed her gash, which creamed
up instantly, as she was very responsive.
Soon
she was tuned, lubed, and ready to go and couldn’t wait, almost the second his
fingertips entered her cunny she was trying to extract his cock from his
trousers.
Harvey
stopped fingering her pussy and aided her in the release of his throbbing dick.
“I’ve
been waiting to get my hands on this all evening” she said lustily the moment
he had it free she gripped it tightly in her finger and pulled it towards her
moist lips.
As
soon as his tip was wet, he thrust the rest of it into her and she moaned in
appreciation.
Alicia
wrapped around him like a vine as he banged her against the bricks with each
ball wetting thrust, and with each one he put into her she responded vocally
and as the rhythm increased and the strokes shortened so did her responses
until finally, she screamed,
“Oh
Harvey” she exclaimed as he emptied his sac into her, and they stayed in that
position, her wrapped around him, as she was pinned against the wall, as the
snow settled on them, for about a minute panting hard until she said.
“I
think I need to pee again now; you can watch if you want”
