So I found that I was sitting next to Pandora at the Summer Ball, God had been very kind I thought
“Well that’s probably the best table in the room” I said
“I agree” Judith said proudly
“So who do you think we need to thank?” I asked her
“Pandora of course” Judith scoffed “She always does the tables”
Then she stuck her arm through mine and said
“You may escort me to my table good sir”
“My pleasure madam” I liked Judith but my pleasure for the evening was wearing a powder blue dress and she had arranged it so she would be sitting next to me.
Well Judith and I were right about it being the best table in the room
Georgia’s parents and their friends the Collins’s kept up an almost constant banter, going all night to the point that by midnight my sides ached.
Judith and Victoria were getting very merry indeed
While Pandora and I were almost totally sober.
Pandy was being very provocative, Every opportunity she got she was squeezing my thigh or brushing my leg with hers even at one point holding my hand under the table, so we were both enjoying it very much.
The only people from our table who didn’t seem to enjoy it were Pandora’s husband Graham who won the big prize in the men’s Golf tournament and Laurence Hunt who won a minor prize.
They seemed totally bored with the whole affair other than the prize giving.
Graham complained about everything and Laurence refused to join in and communicated in monosyllables.
Judith was not at all pleased with him and made no secret of it.
Laurence soon deserted Judith to go and celebrate Grahams victory with him in the member’s bar.
As a result Judith got shit-faced drunk, quite untypical behaviour and Victoria, in order to give moral support got ratted as well.
So by 12.15am Judith was in trouble, she had gone to the loo sometime earlier and was found in the ladies and could barely walk.
We sent word to the member’s bar for Laurence to come but he just brushed it off and continued in the same vein.
So we resolved to take her home, Victoria volunteered but could hardly stand herself so I suggested to Pandy that as they both lived just the other side of the 18th Fairway I could take them home on a Golf buggy
“You cant do it on your own” she said “I’d better come too”
So as discreetly as possible and with the aid of Georgia and another waitress we snook them out the back door nearest to where the buggies were parked.
We put Victoria in the front and I told Pandora to get in the drivers seat
We then put Judith behind her and I sat behind Victoria so I was in a position to prevent either of them from falling off.
“Ok let’s go,” I said
“Simon? I’ve never driven one of these before”
“Ok turn the key”
“Check” Pandy said in a deep simulated pilot’s voice
“Now select forward”
“Check”
“Hand brake off”
“Check”
“Depress accelerator”
“Cheeeeeck” she shouted as we shot forward
“This is great,” she said
I was so concentrated on preventing the ladies from falling off I was nearly ejected myself.
“Steady Jensen” I said
“Sorry”
About half way along that part of the 18th fairway there was a wide opening that allowed egress through the woods, which eventually arrived at the end of an old cart lane.
This in turn led between two cottages; one of them was being Judith’s.
We had to go that way because the woods were too thick to fit the buggy through anywhere else.
“Head towards the lane Pand” I said “and put your lights on”
“I have lights?” Pandy replied, “cool”
“Where’s the switch?”
“Next to the key” I said
“Got it”
It was a bright moonlit night so out in the open we could manage without lights, but once amongst the trees it would be a different story.
Pandora drove through the trees and stopped in the lane at the back of the Hunt’s home.
“You hold onto Victoria and I’ll take Judith in,” I told Pandora
“Ok”
I didn’t want to take her to the front door in case any of the neighbours saw her in her condition as I said this was untypical behaviour.
Now Judith wasn’t a big woman but she didn’t make life easy for me, she kept going limp so I had to keep grappling with her, I did get a good hold of her tits in one incident, and very nice they were too, and her arse wasn’t bad either,
All of this was taking me longer than I anticipated getting her to the back door.
So in the end I picked her up and carried her.
The lights were still on downstairs so I put her down and I pinned Judith between the wall and me while I knocked on the glass.
It was only a moment or two before the outside light went on and the door opened soon after.
It was one of her teenage sons, Callum,
“I’m sorry Callum she’s had a bit too much to drink”
“Who is it Cal?” Came another voice, this time it was David the oldest boy
“Its mum” Callum answered “come and help”
“Where’s my dad?” David asked
“We sent someone to find him…” I couldn’t think what else to say
“But he didn’t want to leave his cronies” David finished
I nodded
“Well thanks Mr Fisher we appreciate it,” said Callum
“Not a problem really and call me Simon” I said, “She’s one of the angels you know?”
He nodded proudly
“Thanks Simon” said David and shook my hand
When I got back to the buggy Pandora was struggling to restrain Victoria.
“She keeps saying she wants to go in the woods to find her lover”
“Simon there you are” Victoria slurred
“Ok back in the buggy and I’ll take you home”
“Yes Simon you can take me anywhere any time” she slurred again.
Pandora steered the buggy along the wooded track and headed towards the back of Victoria’s cottage.
Pandora turned the lights off and I picked Victoria up in a fireman’s lift there was nothing of her she was a small slim
Woman.
Pandora opened the gate and led the way down the path.
“Where’s the key?” Pandora asked
“Its under the Panda statue”
“How do you know?” Pandora asked
I had seen Victoria retrieve it the night I shagged her in the woods.
“Don’t ask,” I said
Pandy unlocked the door, stepped in and turned the light on.
“Take her straight to bed” Pandy ordered
“Ok”
Once we found the right room I laid her on the bed
“Lets take her dress off,” she said
“How about we leave her as she is and we take your dress off,” I suggested
“Down boy” she said smiling “you’re time will come, now help me with her dress”
I sat Victoria up again so Pandora could unhook and unzip then between us we pulled the whole thing off over her head.
Now she was just in het under things Pandy started pulling her tight off as I watched
It was the first time I’d seen her small slim body.
I was intimately familiar with Victoria’s fifty something body but it was dark and everything was by touch.
But only by touch, I think Pandora noticed my appraising eye and said
“I’ve got it from here thank you”
So I left her too it and went down to the kitchen.
I was sweating a bit now so I undid my
Bow tie and tucked it in my jacket pocked then I attended to the top buttons on my dress shirt.
She turned off the light and as we opened the back door and Pandy shivered so I chivalrously gave her my jacked, which reached down to her knees.
She kissed me gently, just once, then again more hotly.
I took my opportunity during the passionate kiss and grappled up her skirt and found her stocking and suspenders.
“Wait until you're invited” playfully slapping me.
She roughly rolled up the sleeves
And then held my hand as we walked back to the buggy.
“Stockings and suspenders eh” I said
“Yes I wore them specially for someone”
We got in and drove up the track. We’d gone about a hundred yards before we realised she didn’t have the lights on
“Put the lights on” I said
“I can see fine” she replied
“I’m like a cat” and made a little clawing gesture accompanied by a growl.
Then we emerged onto the fairway and she headed in entirely the wrong direction
From the club
“Where are we going?” I asked
“We’re going for a ride in the moonlight”
Pandora said “very romantic”.
“Yes but where are we going?”
“Well according to what you told Judith
We’re going to your favourite hole” Pandy answered
We finished up by the 17th green and she parked the buggy right on the tree line.
Close to the entrance to the clearing where we had enjoyed our first coupling.
“I desperately need a wee” she said and tottered off on her heels into the clearing where I had taken from behind over a fallen tree.
I could hear her peeing in the undergrowth, a prolonged jet hitting the hard dry ground, which I found was strangely alluring, and I found myself thinking that I would like to see it as well as hear it.
“Anything I can help you with in there?” I officered
“No thank you I can manage”
When Pandy came out from the woods she was carrying her shoes in one hand, her powder blue dress was draped over her arm and she was carrying some indeterminate folded items in the other hand.
She put her shoes and clothing at the back of the buggy where the clubs normally go and Pandora came and stood in front of me.
To my complete and utter delight Pandora stood before me in the moonlight wearing only stockings and suspenders, my dinner jacket and my bow tie, God that made me so hard.
“Why didn’t you want me to undress you in the woods?”
“Because it wasn’t all me under that dress” Pandora said
“There were garments and devices to make me look my best”
“You look perfect to me right now
“Then you had better have me right now”
Pandora unbuttoned my dinner jacket and let it slip off het to the floor
I instantly appraised her standing before me naked except for a bow tie around her neck
A suspender belt which framed perfectly her neat pubic triangle and dark blue stockings on her fine legs.
She looked fabulous with the moonlight shining on her forty-year-old breasts her nipples stiff in the cool night air.
“Wow” I said
She suddenly became self-conscious under my gaze and threw herself into me, her mouth sought out mine and found it, her tongue darting and probing my oral cavity.
While my hands caressed her back, her small soft hands busied themselves with my trousers, or the removal of,
She’d already dispensed with the cummerbund and had quickly undone the hook on my trousers and tugged sharply on the zip then her hands were down the back of my pants pulling them off my buttocks.
She pushed me back against the buggy and roughly yanked my pants and trousers down my legs and off my feet
Then she was back kissing me on the mouth and fumbling with my shirt buttons
She managed one of them then lost patience
“Take it off,” she ordered
Then in an instant she was on her knees and her lips were around my cock
“Oh yes mistress” I gasped out as I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it somewhere, anywhere.
I looked down at her blonde haired head moving expertly on my shaft while she played with my balls.
I thought I was going to explode in her mouth any second but then her lips were kissing their way up my body
Until her smiling face was only inches from mine, and she kissed me again.
I became aware of being manipulated as we kissed like we were in a slow dance on the dance floor and I just went with her
When we had turned 180 degrees and her back was against the buggy she slid her fine buttocks onto the seat and opened her thighs
She kissed be deeply running her fingers through my hair then I felt downward pressure from her hands as she pushed my head down to her waiting cunny I was ready to fuck her but she wanted head first so I obliged her and went down between her stockinged thighs to sup on her hot gash,
I worked the creamy wet flesh with my tongue, my nose, my chin and she wriggled and squirmed, moaning and gasping as I sucked at her lips and licked her cunny until she could wait no longer.
“Now Simon” she screamed
Oh Simon do me now”
So I raised my head from my task, my face wet with her juice and found her laying stretched out across the front seats of the buggy, with one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other playing with her nipple.
Her legs were spread wide and she was open and her juicy quim was at the perfect height to receive me.
I gave her two inches and she sucked in air through her teeth
”I want it all” she said, “give me all of it”
And with her legs around me and crossed at the ankles
She pulled me all the way in.
“Ahhhhh” she said as she received all of me
The same with the next stroke and the next
I gave her three more full lengths and she came
Then she panted a few times through gritted teeth
And she was really making my balls wet
Then she came three times in quick succession making the same delicious sound.
“Ah”
“Ah”
“Ah”
“Ohhhhh”
It thought to myself as I pumped her pussy how much I loved making women moan.
I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer, I was very close
Pandy’s next big orgasm would be the finale
I had a great rhythm going her legs she was gripping me hard and I was playing with her tits as I banged her and banged her
“Orrrrw” she uttered with every hard stroke
“Orrrrw”
Then as the strokes shortened it changed to
“Oh”
“Oh”
Until we reached that perfect point of climax when we both came together
“OORRRRR” she screamed at the top of her lungs
I pulled out of her and she let out a sigh of satisfaction
Then I bent down and kissed her quivering belly then lay my face against it.
She sighed again and I felt her muscles contract and I stood up just in time to see a little dribble of my cum escape from her hole.
Pandora lay there for about twenty minutes I threw my jacket across her and the only sounds coming from her were her sighs and a series of soft whispers from her fanny.
I had redressed my self and was sitting on the back seat watching her rerunning the night’s events in my head subconsciously selecting moments for the wank bank.
Apart from the obvious inclusions there was also the sound of Pandy peeing in the woods, her screaming orgasm, the dribble on her lip and her fanny farting would all make it in.
As Pandy stirred I wondered if she had a wank bank and what moments would be in it.
“Turn your back,” she said
“Why?” I asked
“So I can get dressed”
“But I’ve already seen everything”
“That was when we were making love” she corrected me
“This is different”
“Ok” I said and turned my back to her
“And no peeking”
“Ok”
I thought it was rather cute that even after what we had just done she was still acting shy, that’s a point scorer.
“Now you can look,” she said
When I turned around she was wearing the powder blue dress and judging by what I could hear as she was dressing her silk knickers as well.
We got back on the buggy, with Pandora in the driving seat again. Before we set off she turned to me smiled and kissed me I immediately responded to it by slipping my tongue between her slightly parted lips Pandora warmed to this and responded in kind for a full minute before stopping abruptly.
“That’s quite enough of that” she said sharply
“But you were enjoying it too”
“That’s not the point it’s too late”
“It’s never too late” I said nibbling her ear and sliding my right hand along her stockinged thigh seeking out the flesh above.
She clamped her thighs together and pushed down on the accelerator.
But this was not easily done and was finding it difficult to apply full pressure on the accelerator as well as keeping her thighs tight closed,
She released her grip on my hand for a split second and the buggy inched forward and my hand passed her stocking top, she clamped again.
She released her grip again, briefly, the buggy inched forward again and my hand was inside her silk panties.
She opened her thighs and depressed the accelerator and we trundled forward as my finger parted her lips.
The buggy was making some progress and Pandora was biting her lip though not in concentration I had found her sweet spot and she was creaming my fingers.
She carried on driving and biting her lip and I carried on stroking and creaming her lips all of a sudden she stopped the buggy.
“You bastard” she said and kissed me while she unzipped my fly.
I was still stroking her creamy pussy as she pulled my cock out and her busy little fingers roughly tugged on my shaft
After a minute of two of this frenetic fondling Pandora slid over to my side of the buggy with her back to me, which left me to conclude that Pandy wanted rear entry.
So ever ready to oblige I got out of the buggy and dropped my trousers.
Pandora then slid right across the seat I pulled up the back of her dress and exposed a round silk clad arse.
I got my fingers under the waistband and prepared to pull them off her buttocks.
“No leave my knickers on darling” she pleaded “go up my leg again, like before, I really loved that”
So I hooked my thumb inside the leg of her knickers and pulled the silk panties to one side to expose her moist cunny.
I slid my stiff shaft between her eager lips and as I went in up to my balls, breath left her like air escaping through a valve and the harder I pumped the courser the breath.
Only one thing was missing for me so I unzipped the back of her dress.
Pandora turned her head and gave me a smile and rose up onto her elbows so I could cup her globes as i was in and out of her.
Pandy was almost spent and all she could do was emit low rasping moans in response to my penetrations but I drove on and on.
And as she went rigid beneath my loins she rallied all her remaining strength she screamed into the night.
“OORRRRR” and then a second later as my cock twitched and pulsed inside her welcoming minge.
“OHHHHH”
Then she collapsed forward, totally and literally shagged.
With my hands on her hips I stayed in her a moment longer while I admired the spent sensual being impaled on my cock.
I don’t know what it is but there is something very powerful about being inside a woman from behind.
After she had redressed herself, i.e. rearranged her silk drawers and hidden away her magnificent tits I said
“Well good night then”
“What?” she said with panic in her voice “Don’t leave me”
I smiled at her
“You bastard” she said and slapped me
“Do you really think I would just leave you here?”
“No” she said hugging me “But you’re still a bastard”
Pandora lived at the other end of the village, her rather grand house backed onto the 3rd green.
So we trundled across the course in the buggy, me driving this time Pandora next to me with her arm through mine, wearing my jacket again.
We stopped right in the trees by the third green and I walked her through the woods to her back gate we paused in the darkness and kissed a long sensual kiss.
“You’re not going to avoid me again are you?”
“No, never again”
Suddenly she panicked
“I can’t go home carrying my under things” she said
So she stuffed them in my dinner jacket pocket
“I will collect them from you tomorrow, no peeking”
I stood looking at her smiling
“What’s the matter?”
“My jacket?” I said
“Oh yes, silly me”
She took off the jacket and gave me one final kiss and she was gone I watched her safely to her back door and then got back on the buggy.
“Well” I thought to myself “that’s your first Summer Ball”
And Pandora was a truly great Summer Ball come to think of it she’d be great any time of year.
Late on Sunday afternoon Pandora was just leaving through the front door of my cottage, carrying her unmentionables in a carrier bag, as Georgia was coming up the path
A couple of minutes earlier and she’d have caught us snogging in the porch
I did peek at the items in Pandora’s bag, one was a body shaper and the others were sticky breast lifts.
“Hello Georgia” she said hoarsely
“Oh dear Pandora, your voice sounds awful”
“It must have been the night air,” she said
Screaming orgasms in the night air more like I thought.
“Bye you two,” she hoarsely called trotting down the path “and thanks for last night Simon”
“What was that all about?” Georgia said
“Oh helping to get the old lushes home last night,” I said smiling.
“Come on in and I’ll tell you all about it”
And you can also have the benefit of the erection Pandora just gave me.
Friday 13 July 2012
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 11) The Summer Ball part one
It was the morning of the Summer Ball the “jewel in the crown” event on the Bushy Down Golf club calendar.
The day begins at first light when the Summer Ball tees off.
Then after a full mornings play, preceding a sit down lunch the tournament concludes in the afternoon.
The Golf is normally concluded by 5.00pm and the Ball proper commences at 8.00pm with a sumptuous meal prize giving and dancing.
They certainly had a glorious day for it, I had no plans to participate in the Golf, competitions aren’t my thing.
What I had planned to do was sleep late and then spend the rest of the day writing.
I thought I had gathered some valuable material the day before deflowering the former flirty virgin Emily Gomez.
I felt I could easily achieve 20,000 words on her delicious delights alone.
However I was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier infact, by a rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle filling probably.
I looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and I had an unexpected houseguest, I had no idea who it was and frankly it could have been anyone.
I got out of bed with a bit of a semi on, thanks to a vivid dream about Emily kneeling on my chair in the study.
I decided on a shower before meeting my guest.
After showering I just threw on my robe and wandered downstairs as I approached the kitchen I suddenly hesitated as I caught sight of Cousin Molly sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering herself.
I didn’t want to embarrass her so I did the gentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door.
The semi I had from my dream of Emily had turned to a full on boner.
Molly wasn’t phased or embarrassed as I walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing.
“What are you up to then?” I said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth. “Apart from the obvious”
Molly was still fingering her crack so with her free hand she reached inside my robe and grabbed my swollen cock
“How long have you been watching?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” I replied
“Oh yes it is” she purred and pulled it towards her pussy
But I wasn’t ready to go in her just yet so I knelt before her shaven pussy and noshed on her juicy cunt, after her delicious self abuse it didn’t take long for me to take her to climax and I was soon stood in front of her again and this time I let her plug my cock into her cunny and with her legs hooked behind my arse and her arms locked around my neck I fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking.
Just at the point we both came the Microwave pinged and Molly’s breakfast was ready.
We sat at the kitchen table, both naked, drinking coffee,
“What are you doing here any way?” I said
“I was on my way to Mum and Dads for the weekend when I got really horny and I thought who do I know around here that can scratch my itch?”
I nodded
“But no one was home so I came hear” then Molly laughed; in fact she laughed so hard she spilled some coffee.
“You don’t want seconds before you go then?”
She stopped laughing took me by the hand and led me upstairs to bed were we had a much more leisurely fuck.
Molly was back on the road to her parents by 9.00am and I went back to sleep and didn’t wake again until after one.
I had my second shower of the day then wandered over to the club for a spot of lunch.
It was 2.30pm by the time I got over there and lunch had finished serving so I thought I’d ask if they could knock me up a sandwich.
I could see Georgia as I walked to the bar and I thought she’d seen me but she just kept walking, they were quite busy and I was at the bar for 5 minutes or more and I wasn’t even close to being served.
Suddenly Georgia was stood next to me.
“Hi honey” I said “Shouldn’t you be serving
“It’s my break,” she answered curtly
“I’m only after a sandwich,” I said hopefully
“Come with me” Georgia said and strode off
“Great” I thought and followed her
She led me down a corridor, through a door that said staff only, down another corridor finally arriving at another door.
“In here” she said
“She’s in a funny mood,” I thought but at least I’d get my sandwich.
As the door closed the light went on to reveal it was a storage cupboard, and all at once Georgia was all over me,
She already had her white shirt opened and she put my hands on her tits, and she had no bra on, why wasn’t she wearing a bra?
Then her tongue was straight down my throat and she was using both of her hands to extricate my prick from my trousers.
“Blimey Georgia” I said after breaking away from her mouth “What’s got into you?”
“You in a minute I hope” She kissed me hard on the mouth again
“Why now”? I asked escaping her lips again
“Because I’m so horny,” she said planting another kiss on my mouth,
“And where’s your bra” I asked indignantly
“In my handbag” she answered curtly
“Bloody hell what is in the air around here today that’s making everybody horny” I thought as Georgia had finally debagged me and released my cock.
Then she was on her knees and took me in her mouth, she normally needed encouragement to do that.
I was hoping, I thought, as Georgia got busy on me, to get in someone’s pants at the Ball tonight but if all the women are as hot to trot as Molly and Georgia have been I would need a bottle of Dr Claire’s Lazarus pills.
Georgia had sucked me up good and proper so I pushed her head back to allow me to withdraw from her mouth, she scrambled to her feet and after wiping her dribbling lips on her arm she kissed me again
I pushed her back against the door and yanked her skirt up her thighs so I could get my hands under her hem.
Gripping the hem in both hands I pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was now around her waist I then turned my attention to her knickers, but she wasn’t wearing any.
“Where are your knickers”? I asked more than a little surprised
“In my handbag”
“Ask a stupid question,” I thought
Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and she was panting loudly in my ear so I reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive me,
Once achieved I slid effortlessly into her hot cunny
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered
Georgia’s legs locked around my middle and I banged her against the door.
I had one hand on her hip and with the other I gripped the coat hook behind the door
I banged her again and again
Her bum cheeks slapping against the veneer
With each early stroke I put into her she responded with a long satisfied
“Mmmm”
As the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened she could only manage
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
Finishing with an “OH GOD YES” As I emptied my sac into her.
We stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“I really needed that”
“It was ok then?” I asked
“Oh yes, very acceptable”
“Good” I said sincerely “Can I have a sandwich now?”
“Definitely” she said smiling
We quickly made ourselves decent and exited the cupboard and retraced our steps down the corridor.
When we reached the staff only door Georgia kissed me and said
“I’ll meet you in the bar”
And I went through the door; I’d only taken a few steps along the next corridor when I was halted by the formidable Miss Snipe.
“This corridor is staff only Mr. Fisher”
“Yes thank you Miss Snipe I realise that now” I said “I got confused and took a wrong turn, it must be the heat”
But there was no fooling Agnes Snipe she knew I’d been up to no good she just didn’t know what or with whom.
“Will we be having the pleasure of your company tonight Agnes?”
“I will be seeing that standards are maintained and that individuals know their boundaries”
“I will look forward to seeing you” and walked passed her down the corridor and back to the bar.
I thought that whatever it was going around getting the ladies moist it certainly didn’t appear to have put any pep in Agnes Snipes pants.
I was sat down in our usual quiet corner just a minute or so before Georgia arrived with a pint of beer and a tuna steak salad.
“There you are sir,” she said putting first the beer and then the plate on the table “your reward for services rendered”
“Thank you miss” I said pompously “and do you feel sufficiently rendered”
“I believe so” Georgia replied “at least until tomorrow when I will expect you to render my arse off”
She gave a quick glance around her then lent down and kissed me tenderly.
“Well if that’s all sir? I do have other customers to service”
Then she turned away but returned in about 30 seconds
“I almost forgot” She gave another quick glance around her and then lifted the front of her skirt up exposing her white knickers.
“Just to reassure you,” Georgia said letting the skirt fall “I only take them off for you”
This was clearly meant as a light dig regarding my own philandering, which although she said she didn't mind, clearly did.
Before I returned home I decided I needed a little TLC so I went to the heath club, which adjoined the Golf club, I figured it would be quiet on Summer Ball day and I was right.
I signed up for a vitamin bath, sauna and a full body massage and I was so relaxed when I got home that I promptly fell asleep.
I didn’t wake up until 7.15pm which threw me into a blind panic I quickly got up and showered, for the umpteenth time that day and because of time constraints I did one of the things that I loathe, I shaved in the shower.
Oh well needs must I thought.
I dried, perfumed and powdered myself and changed quickly into my dinner suit complete with cummerbund and bow tie, I have to confess that with time against me I broke another of my own rules, I wore a clip on bow tie.
But I made it to the Ball with minutes to spare.
I would say that the sight of the array of stunningly turned out women that greeted me led me to believe that they allowed more than 40 minutes getting ready.
The first stunner I bumped into was Emily, the pretty young dusky maid I sullied only the day before, and she was with her best friend Jenny, a pale skinned redhead who I planned to sully very soon. They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing the expensive designer evening dresses they looked even more so.
“Hello Emily” I said, “you look beautiful”
I then leant in closer and said quietly
“Not as beautiful as yesterday though”
She blushed terribly and I turned my attention to her friend
“Hello Jenny, you’re looking stunning tonight” and by the way she coloured up so quickly I assumed Emily had told her of our encounter.
Emily recovered sufficiently to introduce me to her parents
Who seemed genuinely pleased to finally meet me.
I thought wryly that they wouldn’t be smiling quite so much if they’d seen my splitting Emily whiskers the afternoon before.
Then I was introduced to Jenny’s parents who seemed equally pleased to meet me, of course I hadn’t at that point caused any affront to the Smithson’s, but their time would come, as would Jenny’s.
I excused myself and made for the gents, this took me passed Agnes’s office just as I approached her door I caught sight of Miss Snipe with her dress pulled up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.
This revelation certainly moved Agnes up in my estimation not necessarily on the to-do list but… that was a definite point scorer.
Next I ran into Victoria Braithwaite who was looking very presentable, if in a rather retro fashion, but there was always more to Victoria than met the eye and I had not yet ruled out revisiting the surprising Miss Braithwaite hidden talents.
“Hello Simon” She said warmly “thank you so much for finding Maisie for me, she’s been an absolute godsend”
“I’m glad she’s been useful”
Just then Georgia arrived with a tray of drinks, Victoria took one and then I followed suit.
Just then Judith Hunt joined us, she was my next-door neighbour and all round good egg and she looked very shapely, I suspect a body shaper was being manfully employed but none the less she looked very nice.
“What are you two talking about?” she said
“I was just telling Simon what a little gem Maisie Stewart is”
At that moment Georgia whispered in my ear
“Just keep chatting up the oldies and you’ll stay out of mischief” and sniggered
I thought to myself you wouldn’t say that if you seen me nailing Victoria against a tree.
She stepped through the crowd to offer Judith and another guest a drink so I grabbed her arse and gave it a squeeze before I slid my fingers down the crease of her arse towards her box. And I felt her buttocks clench and then she moved quickly off to the next group.
Just then Dr Andrews and a rather plain looking bespectacled stick insect joined the group.
Judith ever the organiser handled the introductions
“I think you both know everyone” then doubting herself asked
“Have you met Simon Fisher?”
“Only in a professional capacity” she replied
“Hello please call me Claire” and she gave my hand a discrete squeeze before releasing it
Then she introduced her friend
“This is my colleague Olivia,” she said
I looked at Olivia and thought it’s a good job she wears glasses or you wouldn’t know which side the front was.
Then in answer to my next question
“Olivia is the practice manager” Said Claire and kind of nodded,
Then it dawned on me she’s the receptionist who said I write mucky books.
Claire could see the penny had dropped and smiled.
Well people came and went the group grew and shrank then grew again and when there were more people there that I didn’t know than I knew I decided to mingle.
I caught sight of an absolute beauty; she was a small young woman with short brown hair wearing a figure hugging knee length green silk dress,
It fitted her like a second skin and there was nothing between second and first.
No VPL in fact no visible lines at all.
As she walked her whole body moved like it was a liquid instead of a solid,
A figure of liquid silk, moving like risen bread dough being poured from a bowl.
I had no idea who she was and I only ever caught glimpses of her and I never did track her down again that night.
I hadn’t seen Pandora yet but I did see someone I recognised a little blonde in a long white dress, a highly unsuitable shade considering what she gets up to deep in the woods.
Stood next to her was the ever-dependable Judith
“Simon, Simon” she called
I went to join her
“Have you met the Carrington’s?”
“No I said, I don’t think I have had the pleasure” I looked straight at India when I said pleasure and she coloured up beautifully.
“This is Cecil” a rather arrogant looking man,
“Clemence” a clear indicator of what India will blossom into
“And their daughter India”
“Simon Fisher”
“Pleased to meet you all”
The small talk ebbed and flowed and I discovered that my initial assessment of Cecil rather missed the mark he wasn’t anywhere near as arrogant as his demeanour suggested
Clemence was as pleasant as she was beautiful and even India surprised me.
“Miss Braithwaite mentioned you knew someone hard working and conscientious who might be looking for some work”
“Yes I do, India, I’m not sure how much free time she has at the moment” I said “she’s in great demand, but I will certainly put her in touch”
It was just then I spotted Pandy in a powder blue dress heading towards the ladies so I made my excuses and left the Carrington’s but I did so safe in the knowledge that India was a land I might conquer again.
I positioned myself on the side of the room nearest to the ladies room that Pandora had frequented and drifted around on the fringes of groups not really following the conversation until she reappeared.
There she was
“Pandora! You’re looking very lovely tonight”
“Simon Darling” she said insincerely
Then she did that irritating air kiss either side of my face although on the second side instead of a kiss she said
“The answers no”
Then for general consumption she said
“I must get back still lots to do”
Well that seemed fairly definite, still plenty of other candidates for my lust.
I wandered over to the seating plan to find out who my dining companions were.
And guess who I found had got there before me? Judith Hunt
“Hello Judith we’re going to have to stop meeting like this you know”
“No chance of that I’m afraid” she said laughing “we’re on the same table”
“Really?” I said “how funny”
“Who else have we got?”
“Well there’s Laura and Geoffrey Gregory, (Georgia’s parents) Samantha and Owen Collins (friends of the Gregory’s) me and, Laurence” (Judith’s husband)
Victoria Braithwaite, you and not forgetting Pandora and Graham Parkinson-Brown”
So I was sitting next to Pandora, God had been kind
“Well that’s probably the best table in the room” I said
“I agree” Judith said proudly
“So who do you think we need to thank?” I asked her
“Pandora of course” Judith scoffed “She always does the tables”
Then she stuck her arm through mine and said
“You may escort me to my table good sir”
“My pleasure madam” I liked Judith but my pleasure for the evening was wearing a powder blue dress and she had arranged it so she would be sitting next to me.
The day begins at first light when the Summer Ball tees off.
Then after a full mornings play, preceding a sit down lunch the tournament concludes in the afternoon.
The Golf is normally concluded by 5.00pm and the Ball proper commences at 8.00pm with a sumptuous meal prize giving and dancing.
They certainly had a glorious day for it, I had no plans to participate in the Golf, competitions aren’t my thing.
What I had planned to do was sleep late and then spend the rest of the day writing.
I thought I had gathered some valuable material the day before deflowering the former flirty virgin Emily Gomez.
I felt I could easily achieve 20,000 words on her delicious delights alone.
However I was awoken earlier than planned, much earlier infact, by a rattling of crockery from the kitchen and the sound of water running, a kettle filling probably.
I looked at the clock and it was 6.05am and I had an unexpected houseguest, I had no idea who it was and frankly it could have been anyone.
I got out of bed with a bit of a semi on, thanks to a vivid dream about Emily kneeling on my chair in the study.
I decided on a shower before meeting my guest.
After showering I just threw on my robe and wandered downstairs as I approached the kitchen I suddenly hesitated as I caught sight of Cousin Molly sitting on the kitchen counter completely naked and fingering herself.
I didn’t want to embarrass her so I did the gentlemanly thing and watched her through the crack in the door.
The semi I had from my dream of Emily had turned to a full on boner.
Molly wasn’t phased or embarrassed as I walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing.
“What are you up to then?” I said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth. “Apart from the obvious”
Molly was still fingering her crack so with her free hand she reached inside my robe and grabbed my swollen cock
“How long have you been watching?” she asked between kisses
“Long enough” I replied
“Oh yes it is” she purred and pulled it towards her pussy
But I wasn’t ready to go in her just yet so I knelt before her shaven pussy and noshed on her juicy cunt, after her delicious self abuse it didn’t take long for me to take her to climax and I was soon stood in front of her again and this time I let her plug my cock into her cunny and with her legs hooked behind my arse and her arms locked around my neck I fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking.
Just at the point we both came the Microwave pinged and Molly’s breakfast was ready.
We sat at the kitchen table, both naked, drinking coffee,
“What are you doing here any way?” I said
“I was on my way to Mum and Dads for the weekend when I got really horny and I thought who do I know around here that can scratch my itch?”
I nodded
“But no one was home so I came hear” then Molly laughed; in fact she laughed so hard she spilled some coffee.
“You don’t want seconds before you go then?”
She stopped laughing took me by the hand and led me upstairs to bed were we had a much more leisurely fuck.
Molly was back on the road to her parents by 9.00am and I went back to sleep and didn’t wake again until after one.
I had my second shower of the day then wandered over to the club for a spot of lunch.
It was 2.30pm by the time I got over there and lunch had finished serving so I thought I’d ask if they could knock me up a sandwich.
I could see Georgia as I walked to the bar and I thought she’d seen me but she just kept walking, they were quite busy and I was at the bar for 5 minutes or more and I wasn’t even close to being served.
Suddenly Georgia was stood next to me.
“Hi honey” I said “Shouldn’t you be serving
“It’s my break,” she answered curtly
“I’m only after a sandwich,” I said hopefully
“Come with me” Georgia said and strode off
“Great” I thought and followed her
She led me down a corridor, through a door that said staff only, down another corridor finally arriving at another door.
“In here” she said
“She’s in a funny mood,” I thought but at least I’d get my sandwich.
As the door closed the light went on to reveal it was a storage cupboard, and all at once Georgia was all over me,
She already had her white shirt opened and she put my hands on her tits, and she had no bra on, why wasn’t she wearing a bra?
Then her tongue was straight down my throat and she was using both of her hands to extricate my prick from my trousers.
“Blimey Georgia” I said after breaking away from her mouth “What’s got into you?”
“You in a minute I hope” She kissed me hard on the mouth again
“Why now”? I asked escaping her lips again
“Because I’m so horny,” she said planting another kiss on my mouth,
“And where’s your bra” I asked indignantly
“In my handbag” she answered curtly
“Bloody hell what is in the air around here today that’s making everybody horny” I thought as Georgia had finally debagged me and released my cock.
Then she was on her knees and took me in her mouth, she normally needed encouragement to do that.
I was hoping, I thought, as Georgia got busy on me, to get in someone’s pants at the Ball tonight but if all the women are as hot to trot as Molly and Georgia have been I would need a bottle of Dr Claire’s Lazarus pills.
Georgia had sucked me up good and proper so I pushed her head back to allow me to withdraw from her mouth, she scrambled to her feet and after wiping her dribbling lips on her arm she kissed me again
I pushed her back against the door and yanked her skirt up her thighs so I could get my hands under her hem.
Gripping the hem in both hands I pulled it sharply upwards so the entire skirt was now around her waist I then turned my attention to her knickers, but she wasn’t wearing any.
“Where are your knickers”? I asked more than a little surprised
“In my handbag”
“Ask a stupid question,” I thought
Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and she was panting loudly in my ear so I reached around and got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up so her obviously syrupy fanny was at a height to receive me,
Once achieved I slid effortlessly into her hot cunny
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered
Georgia’s legs locked around my middle and I banged her against the door.
I had one hand on her hip and with the other I gripped the coat hook behind the door
I banged her again and again
Her bum cheeks slapping against the veneer
With each early stroke I put into her she responded with a long satisfied
“Mmmm”
As the rhythm increased and the stokes shortened she could only manage
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
“Oh”
Finishing with an “OH GOD YES” As I emptied my sac into her.
We stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“I really needed that”
“It was ok then?” I asked
“Oh yes, very acceptable”
“Good” I said sincerely “Can I have a sandwich now?”
“Definitely” she said smiling
We quickly made ourselves decent and exited the cupboard and retraced our steps down the corridor.
When we reached the staff only door Georgia kissed me and said
“I’ll meet you in the bar”
And I went through the door; I’d only taken a few steps along the next corridor when I was halted by the formidable Miss Snipe.
“This corridor is staff only Mr. Fisher”
“Yes thank you Miss Snipe I realise that now” I said “I got confused and took a wrong turn, it must be the heat”
But there was no fooling Agnes Snipe she knew I’d been up to no good she just didn’t know what or with whom.
“Will we be having the pleasure of your company tonight Agnes?”
“I will be seeing that standards are maintained and that individuals know their boundaries”
“I will look forward to seeing you” and walked passed her down the corridor and back to the bar.
I thought that whatever it was going around getting the ladies moist it certainly didn’t appear to have put any pep in Agnes Snipes pants.
I was sat down in our usual quiet corner just a minute or so before Georgia arrived with a pint of beer and a tuna steak salad.
“There you are sir,” she said putting first the beer and then the plate on the table “your reward for services rendered”
“Thank you miss” I said pompously “and do you feel sufficiently rendered”
“I believe so” Georgia replied “at least until tomorrow when I will expect you to render my arse off”
She gave a quick glance around her then lent down and kissed me tenderly.
“Well if that’s all sir? I do have other customers to service”
Then she turned away but returned in about 30 seconds
“I almost forgot” She gave another quick glance around her and then lifted the front of her skirt up exposing her white knickers.
“Just to reassure you,” Georgia said letting the skirt fall “I only take them off for you”
This was clearly meant as a light dig regarding my own philandering, which although she said she didn't mind, clearly did.
Before I returned home I decided I needed a little TLC so I went to the heath club, which adjoined the Golf club, I figured it would be quiet on Summer Ball day and I was right.
I signed up for a vitamin bath, sauna and a full body massage and I was so relaxed when I got home that I promptly fell asleep.
I didn’t wake up until 7.15pm which threw me into a blind panic I quickly got up and showered, for the umpteenth time that day and because of time constraints I did one of the things that I loathe, I shaved in the shower.
Oh well needs must I thought.
I dried, perfumed and powdered myself and changed quickly into my dinner suit complete with cummerbund and bow tie, I have to confess that with time against me I broke another of my own rules, I wore a clip on bow tie.
But I made it to the Ball with minutes to spare.
I would say that the sight of the array of stunningly turned out women that greeted me led me to believe that they allowed more than 40 minutes getting ready.
The first stunner I bumped into was Emily, the pretty young dusky maid I sullied only the day before, and she was with her best friend Jenny, a pale skinned redhead who I planned to sully very soon. They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing the expensive designer evening dresses they looked even more so.
“Hello Emily” I said, “you look beautiful”
I then leant in closer and said quietly
“Not as beautiful as yesterday though”
She blushed terribly and I turned my attention to her friend
“Hello Jenny, you’re looking stunning tonight” and by the way she coloured up so quickly I assumed Emily had told her of our encounter.
Emily recovered sufficiently to introduce me to her parents
Who seemed genuinely pleased to finally meet me.
I thought wryly that they wouldn’t be smiling quite so much if they’d seen my splitting Emily whiskers the afternoon before.
Then I was introduced to Jenny’s parents who seemed equally pleased to meet me, of course I hadn’t at that point caused any affront to the Smithson’s, but their time would come, as would Jenny’s.
I excused myself and made for the gents, this took me passed Agnes’s office just as I approached her door I caught sight of Miss Snipe with her dress pulled up almost to her waist whilst she adjusted her suspenders.
This revelation certainly moved Agnes up in my estimation not necessarily on the to-do list but… that was a definite point scorer.
Next I ran into Victoria Braithwaite who was looking very presentable, if in a rather retro fashion, but there was always more to Victoria than met the eye and I had not yet ruled out revisiting the surprising Miss Braithwaite hidden talents.
“Hello Simon” She said warmly “thank you so much for finding Maisie for me, she’s been an absolute godsend”
“I’m glad she’s been useful”
Just then Georgia arrived with a tray of drinks, Victoria took one and then I followed suit.
Just then Judith Hunt joined us, she was my next-door neighbour and all round good egg and she looked very shapely, I suspect a body shaper was being manfully employed but none the less she looked very nice.
“What are you two talking about?” she said
“I was just telling Simon what a little gem Maisie Stewart is”
At that moment Georgia whispered in my ear
“Just keep chatting up the oldies and you’ll stay out of mischief” and sniggered
I thought to myself you wouldn’t say that if you seen me nailing Victoria against a tree.
She stepped through the crowd to offer Judith and another guest a drink so I grabbed her arse and gave it a squeeze before I slid my fingers down the crease of her arse towards her box. And I felt her buttocks clench and then she moved quickly off to the next group.
Just then Dr Andrews and a rather plain looking bespectacled stick insect joined the group.
Judith ever the organiser handled the introductions
“I think you both know everyone” then doubting herself asked
“Have you met Simon Fisher?”
“Only in a professional capacity” she replied
“Hello please call me Claire” and she gave my hand a discrete squeeze before releasing it
Then she introduced her friend
“This is my colleague Olivia,” she said
I looked at Olivia and thought it’s a good job she wears glasses or you wouldn’t know which side the front was.
Then in answer to my next question
“Olivia is the practice manager” Said Claire and kind of nodded,
Then it dawned on me she’s the receptionist who said I write mucky books.
Claire could see the penny had dropped and smiled.
Well people came and went the group grew and shrank then grew again and when there were more people there that I didn’t know than I knew I decided to mingle.
I caught sight of an absolute beauty; she was a small young woman with short brown hair wearing a figure hugging knee length green silk dress,
It fitted her like a second skin and there was nothing between second and first.
No VPL in fact no visible lines at all.
As she walked her whole body moved like it was a liquid instead of a solid,
A figure of liquid silk, moving like risen bread dough being poured from a bowl.
I had no idea who she was and I only ever caught glimpses of her and I never did track her down again that night.
I hadn’t seen Pandora yet but I did see someone I recognised a little blonde in a long white dress, a highly unsuitable shade considering what she gets up to deep in the woods.
Stood next to her was the ever-dependable Judith
“Simon, Simon” she called
I went to join her
“Have you met the Carrington’s?”
“No I said, I don’t think I have had the pleasure” I looked straight at India when I said pleasure and she coloured up beautifully.
“This is Cecil” a rather arrogant looking man,
“Clemence” a clear indicator of what India will blossom into
“And their daughter India”
“Simon Fisher”
“Pleased to meet you all”
The small talk ebbed and flowed and I discovered that my initial assessment of Cecil rather missed the mark he wasn’t anywhere near as arrogant as his demeanour suggested
Clemence was as pleasant as she was beautiful and even India surprised me.
“Miss Braithwaite mentioned you knew someone hard working and conscientious who might be looking for some work”
“Yes I do, India, I’m not sure how much free time she has at the moment” I said “she’s in great demand, but I will certainly put her in touch”
It was just then I spotted Pandy in a powder blue dress heading towards the ladies so I made my excuses and left the Carrington’s but I did so safe in the knowledge that India was a land I might conquer again.
I positioned myself on the side of the room nearest to the ladies room that Pandora had frequented and drifted around on the fringes of groups not really following the conversation until she reappeared.
There she was
“Pandora! You’re looking very lovely tonight”
“Simon Darling” she said insincerely
Then she did that irritating air kiss either side of my face although on the second side instead of a kiss she said
“The answers no”
Then for general consumption she said
“I must get back still lots to do”
Well that seemed fairly definite, still plenty of other candidates for my lust.
I wandered over to the seating plan to find out who my dining companions were.
And guess who I found had got there before me? Judith Hunt
“Hello Judith we’re going to have to stop meeting like this you know”
“No chance of that I’m afraid” she said laughing “we’re on the same table”
“Really?” I said “how funny”
“Who else have we got?”
“Well there’s Laura and Geoffrey Gregory, (Georgia’s parents) Samantha and Owen Collins (friends of the Gregory’s) me and, Laurence” (Judith’s husband)
Victoria Braithwaite, you and not forgetting Pandora and Graham Parkinson-Brown”
So I was sitting next to Pandora, God had been kind
“Well that’s probably the best table in the room” I said
“I agree” Judith said proudly
“So who do you think we need to thank?” I asked her
“Pandora of course” Judith scoffed “She always does the tables”
Then she stuck her arm through mine and said
“You may escort me to my table good sir”
“My pleasure madam” I liked Judith but my pleasure for the evening was wearing a powder blue dress and she had arranged it so she would be sitting next to me.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 10) Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen part two
After Pandora drove away moist lipped from the golf club I found myself standing semi hard in the member’s car park.
So I didn’t go home by the usual route across the 18th, instead I walked out of the gate and turned left to follow the path that threaded its way through the woods that bordered the 18th, In fact the opposite end of the path I was following the night I bumped into Victoria Braithwaite.
As I meandered my way along the path I heard a voice behind me.
“Wait for me Simon” it, said, “wait for me”
I turned around but I couldn’t see who it was
“Wait for me” they continued shouting a little louder this time
And then crash.
A schoolgirl came running around an oak tree and hurtled straight into me and we both ended up on the floor.
It was young Emily Gomez
“Ouch” she said rubbing her left knee, and I got a quick flash of white knicker against her dark skin.
“Are you ok?” I asked as I helped her to her feet.
“Just scrapped my knee a bit,” she said laughing
“I didn’t think I was that close to you”
She was a very pretty girl, five foot one with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin, I think that her father was Spanish and her mother was from the Philippines what ever the origins Emily she was a beautiful colour.
“Happy birthday by the way” I said suddenly remembering “16”
Or put another way I thought to myself “legal”.
“Thank you,” she said grinning
She looked very cute in her straw boater with the burgundy and yellow band.
Emily was still wearing her full school uniform consisting of black knee length socks, a black and white plaid skirt, burgundy jacket with yellow trim, white blouse and a burgundy and yellow tie, oh and the boater of course.
“Have you not broken up yet?” I enquired
“Yes today thank God”
Her knee was still bleeding so I fished out a hankie from my pocket and handed it to her.
“Use that” I said “that will help for the moment”
Emily dabbed at it and winced
“Come on, come to mine and I’ll clean it up”
“Bad luck having to go to school on your birthday”
“Oh no it was great, I got loads of presents from my friends” she said “And we had a bit of a birthday lunch in food tech”
“Talking of friends, where’s Jenny?” I asked
Jenny was her best friend and they were inseparable they had been friends forever.
“Detention” she said “Forgot to turn her phone off”
Emily nodded sagely
We arrived at my cottage and we went inside
“Go and sit on the sofa,” I told her “I’ll get the first aid kit”
“Do you want a drink?” I shouted
“A glass of wine please” she shouted back, she had taken off her hat.
I was thinking more like a coke so I compromised and poured her a spritzer and I had a beer.
I walked into the lounge with a drink in each hand, the first aid kit under my arm and a towel over my shoulder
I handed her the drink
“Happy birthday” I said again and we chinked glasses
I knelt down in front of her and opened the first aid kit
I irrigated the wound with water and cleaned it with a cotton wool pad
“So what are you doing for your birthday?” I asked as I worked
“Mum and Dad are taking me and Jen to a swanky restaurant in Kiddingstone, and then to the Summer Ball tomorrow night, I’ve never been allowed before” she said very pleased with herself.
“This might sting a bit,” I said as I applied the antiseptic
“Ooh” Emily winced as she sat perched on the edge of the sofa
I had my right hand under her knee as I applied the plaster.
And I said “So sweet sixteen….” rubbing the corners of the plaster with my thumbs
“…. And never been kissed” she finished
“That can’t apply to you,” I said
Emily blushed
“Get away with you” I replied looking at her face
She blushed deeper and looked down into her lap.
“The boys must be mad, they should be queuing up to kiss a gorgeous girl like you, I know I would be”
“Would you?” Emily said lifting her eyes from her lap
“In a heartbeat” I replied and her dark eyes said “kiss me then”
So I backtracked a little
“But I’m not a boy, I’m a man, and you’re still a girl, a very pretty girl, but a girl none the less”
So she reached forward quickly and kissed me on the mouth, more of a peck really than a kiss and she went horribly red.
Well I wasn’t expecting that, that came right out of left field.
So I moved the hand that was on her knee up to her crimson cheek, which was burning with embarrassment and I stroked it gently and pulled her face towards mine.
“Do it like this” I said and I put my lips to hers once twice and then a third time and our mouths gently sealed on each other and our tongues engaged.
It only lasted a few moments and when our lips parted I said
“There, now you’re a sweet sixteen who has been kissed”
She gave a heavy sigh then leant into me saying
“Again please”
I put my finger up to her lips
“Too many kisses can lead to mischief,” I said
“Again” she pleaded and our lips met again this time in a longer deeper more sensual union.
When I broke away Emily sighed again
I got up and went and sat on the other half of the sofa, I wanted her now, very much, but she was only 16 and even if it was legal now she was still very young, if Emily wanted to continue she had to take the lead.
Morally it was a bit of a cop out but once the blood rushes to my dick morality blurs a tad.
But I wasn’t going to force myself on her, she was still young, and she had to be in the driving seat.
So I sat on my sofa and Emily got up and walked over to me and sat on my knee which I took to be my invitation to give her a special birthday gift, as I say morals are not my strong suit.
“You know what this means?”
“Yes” she said and put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the mouth it was a hot liquid kiss.
This served to stir my loins and stiffen my resolve as well as my shaft.
While the kiss continued and the passion heightened and as our tongue dueled
I loosened her tie all the way and pulled it slowly from around her neck, discarded it on the floor.
I began undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one by one, at this point out lips parted and her face burrowed into my neck and I could feel her hot breath on my skin.
I looked down as I slowly undid another button then another and then another until it was opened to the waist, I tugged roughly on each side of the blouse to free it from her waistband Emily breathed in to aid me in my task.
The breaths on my neck were getting stronger as I slid my hands inside the blouse and onto her soft silky skin and they traversed her landscape like it was a sensual survey. Then they found the fastener on her bra and opened it.
Then my eager hands made the short journey inside the white lace bra and cupped the prizes I had coveted since first I spied down the front of Emily’s summer dress just a few short months ago.
I couldn’t have them then but I had them now and they were sublime, firm yet pliant, round like sweet puddings the shade of demerara, topped with muscovado coloured teats, stiffening to my touch.
Her breath was panting now interspersed with low moans and while I toyed with her delightful confections I planned my next move.
I lured her lips away from my neck and kissed her hard and hot
Then I put my right hand on her injured knee and moved my hand slowly along the inside of her thigh, she trembled beneath my touch but her legs opened up to my hands advance. I would soon reach my target inside her white lace panties.
I knew they were white because I caught a glimpse earlier when she fell and she was a classy girl so they would match her bra.
What better way was there to take away a girls virginity than to firstly remove her from matching undies.
The urgency of her kisses told me I was close even if the feel of lace on my fingertips had not.
I ran my finger slowly up her groin, never more than a millimeter from the lace until it reached her hip bone and then it slipped beneath the pristine panties across her belly and down amongst her curly pubes, I could feel her moans in my mouth now, so from her little furry Snatch I traversed her mound and slid my fingers between her lips,
She stopped kissing me and rested her forehead against mine where with her mouth open she emitted a long low
“Worrrr”
Beneath my finger her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her cream was like liquid silk on my fingertips.
I worked her gently
“Worrrrr” she growled
I worked her harder
“Worrrrrrr”
Her growls intensified with every stroke until the moment when her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and she drew her knees up to her chest and my frigging of her between the thighs brought her to the abyss and Emily came.
I removed my fingers from her juicy crack and slid my hand along her thigh leaving a greasy trail as I went.
I didn’t want to force the pace so I waited for Emily to initiate the next phase or to indicate the she wanted to continue.
I didn’t have to wait for long because her eager little mouth was busying it self chewing my earlobe and wetly tonguing my ear and her hand had unsubtly settled on the bulge in my trousers, which I immediately made twitch this in turn made her jump and then giggle.
Her mouth was now on mine and her hand was now stroking at the swelling in my lap.
The message was obvious to me that I had the green light to finish the job but I needed to slow her down give her time to think before we passed the point of no return so I broke away from her intense mouth and said
“Stand up honey”
Emily stood up and faced me and as she did so she was licking her lips, she then became self-conscious beneath my gaze and pulled the front of her jacket together to cover her breasts
I then put a hand on each lapel and pulled her towards me
Now with Emily standing five foot one in her stocking feet and me over six feet tall, her lips were only an inch or two above me as I sat perched on the sofa so I reached up and kissed her.
Emily released her hold on her jacket to put her arms about my neck and it fell open again allowing my hands access to her bare silky skin and more importantly those plump little tits.
And while I pawed and fondled at them my lips began their journey down her neck and throat to join them.
As I faced her dark mounds I thought of how long I had waited for this moment to be reacquainted with the delicious brown titties that she tantalized and teased me with on that warm afternoon in May.
I kissed her small globes softly, those beautiful caramels, before consuming her chocolate nipple and sucking on it greedily until it was swollen between my lips, and then I transferred my attentions to its partner as my hands travelled seamlessly from her waist to her hips to her thighs and then to her knees where they began to slowly slide up her silky thighs to finally rest on her perfect buttocks, kneading each cheek as I sucked her teat, her skinny legs trembled as my fingers reached into the waistband of her panties and pulled them easily off her tidy little arse and down her slender thighs to her shaking knees.
This was when I left her swollen nipple and looked up at her lovely face and she smiled me a beaming smile so I sat her next to me and we briefly kissed again. Before I laid her back on the sofa where I grabbed the crotch of her panties between her knees, which were sodden with her cunny juice and I thought to myself “they’re not pristine white any more”, and pulled them down to her feet and off, discarding them behind me.
I held her left leg behind the wounded knee and kissed the plaster and then I kissed every inch along the soft flesh of her inner thigh to her honey-drenched quim.
My nose was in amongst her hairy black bush and I could smell her scent
I wouldn’t dally long at the furry cup I just wanted to drink from her fresh unsullied lips before I took her.
Whether it was just a brief refreshment or not Emily enjoyed every flick of my tongue as I licked at her wet cunny.
When I came up for air her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip.
It was now time so I unbuckled my belt and began pulling down my trousers I noticed the top of my trouser leg, above the knee, was saturated with Emily’s juices just as her panties were.
I quickly slipped both trousers and pants down my thighs and released my engorged cock
I looked up at Emily and I could see her eyes were open now and transfixed on my swollen member, I took hold of my shaft in my right hand and tugged the skin back to expose my purple head.
As the purple crown emerged from its pink cocoon Emily’s eyes widened in surprise.
I took hold of her right leg, which distracted her momentarily, and we made eye contact
“Are you ok” I said and smiled
“Yes” she whispered
“Do you want to stop?”
“No” she said very definitely shaking her head a look of mild alarm on her face.
“Ok” That would do for me I thought
“All you need to say is “stop” and I’ll stop”
She nodded
So still holding onto her right leg behind the knee I slid my hand down the outside of her thigh and gripped her buttock firmly and immobilized her leg between my arm and my side.
My right hand pushed her other leg gently sideways opening her up for me.
I gripped my shaft and prodded the wetness of her with my knob
She moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip
So gripping my cock I pushed my pink shaft between her dark lips and I briefly felt the resistance of her hymen before her cherry popped and she was deflowered.
Emily moaned softly as my helmet breached her hole then she winced as the hymen broke and then Emily moaned loudly as I penetrated deeply into her, I withdrew and penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a line
Then another length and she squirmed,
I could have just fucked her to a conclusion there on the leather couch,
But I thought more of her than that and I thought she deserved her fist time to be a tenderer affair than just a quick shag on the sofa so I withdrew from her tight little cunny
She looked up at me, a look of alarm on her face
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked with great anxiety
“I’m sorry Simon” Emily had sat up and implored me
“Tell me what I did? I won’t do it again I promise”
I put my finger up to her lips.
“Shhh”
“You haven’t done anything wrong honey,” I said reassuringly
“I just want to take you to bed now”
She was clearly relieved and threw her self into my arms.
“I thought you didn’t want me,” she said burying her face in my neck.
I laughed and said
“I would have to be either mad or dead not to want you honey”
“So come on then,” I said “upstairs”
Emily led the way while I stripped off so I was completely naked as I followed her upstairs wearing only a liberal layer of her secretions along my shaft,
Her black knee socks no longer lived up to their name as one was around her ankle while the other clung precariously to her calf.
I was right behind her as she entered my bedroom and she came to a stop beside the bed.
I put my hands on the shoulders of her jacket and ran them down the sleeves and found her hands, she immediately grasped onto the back of them and squeezed.
Emily turned her head to look up at me and I kissed down into her open mouth as I did so her tiny hands moved my great paws up to her plump titties.
We continued to kiss for a few moments whilst I groped at her soft young tits and played with her dark nipples then I let go of her treasures, and grabbed her lapels then pulled her jacket off her shoulders where it fell to the floor.
Next I unhooked the fastener on her waistband then slowly pulled down the zip and the skirt fell almost effortlessly off her slender hips.
We stopped kissing as first her blouse and then her bra were dropped to the floor.
I pushed her lightly forward so she stepped out of the pile of clothing and I made her kneel on the edge of the bed, I knelt on the floor behind her and kissed her neck, shoulders and spine as I removed first one sock and then the other.
Then I wrapped my arms around her and I kissed her briefly on the neck.
“Lie down hon” I said
Which she did without hesitation, and I smiled because she lay flat on her stomach so I couldn’t see her beautiful body.
I threw the duvet over her and she wriggled beneath it until the top of her head appeared followed by her eyes, and that was all she wanted me to see for now.
I noticed her eyes were once more transfixed on my cock, which now bore a dewy sheen, Emily’s dewy sheen
I got into bed and I was at once facing her silky young form,
As I kissed her any doubt that she was not 100% up for it were dispelled as she gripped my cock and stroked it vigorously so I rolled her onto her back where she instantly spread herself, opening wide in readiness for me, so I climbed aboard to mount her and in a single movement penetrated her tight wet pussy again.
Emily wrapped her skinny legs around me and her hands played up and down my back as I gave her length after length and with every thrust I gave her she emitted a low rasping moan until she screamed out a high girlish scream as she came.
Emily would have been happy if that was all there was, having no benchmark, but I had more to give, so I gave it.
In rhythmic measured lengths and she squirmed and squealed beneath me until on her third girlish orgasmic scream I shot into her and she gripped me tightly with arms and legs as I pulsed my ejaculation into her cunny.
Emily was letting out a whispered gasp with each pulsing twitch of my cock and so her deflowering was now complete.
As we lay in my bed in the afterglow Emily sighed herself to sleep and I soon followed.
We only slept for about half an hour just long enough.
I woke first and I reflected on what a pleasurable interlude it had been and what a willing pupil Emily had been and I got a stirring at the thought of furthering her sexual education and developing her knowledge in the erotic arts at least for the summer.
It would be a delight to revisit the deliciously dark flesh of Miss Gomez in the coming months, coming being the operative word.
As Emily stirred from her snooze I sat up in bed and opened the draw in the bedside cabinet and took out a small package.
“Here you are birthday girl” I said to her “I have a birthday gift for you”
“I thought I’d just had my present” she said giggled and blushed to her roots and then hid her red face under the covers.
When she finally emerged she opened the little package to reveal a Gold locket and inside it read “Sweet sixteen”.
She threw herself at me and showered me with kisses
“I love it, I love it” she said and hugged me
After a moment or two she said coyly
“Can I have another present?”
“Do you have time?”
“I think so” She replied
“It’ll have to be a quickie then”
She nodded acquiescence
So I did her a second time, on this occasion in the leather armchair in my study where I took the dusky little darling from behind while she was wearing only a plaster, black knee socks and straw boater, bliss.
So I didn’t go home by the usual route across the 18th, instead I walked out of the gate and turned left to follow the path that threaded its way through the woods that bordered the 18th, In fact the opposite end of the path I was following the night I bumped into Victoria Braithwaite.
As I meandered my way along the path I heard a voice behind me.
“Wait for me Simon” it, said, “wait for me”
I turned around but I couldn’t see who it was
“Wait for me” they continued shouting a little louder this time
And then crash.
A schoolgirl came running around an oak tree and hurtled straight into me and we both ended up on the floor.
It was young Emily Gomez
“Ouch” she said rubbing her left knee, and I got a quick flash of white knicker against her dark skin.
“Are you ok?” I asked as I helped her to her feet.
“Just scrapped my knee a bit,” she said laughing
“I didn’t think I was that close to you”
She was a very pretty girl, five foot one with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin, I think that her father was Spanish and her mother was from the Philippines what ever the origins Emily she was a beautiful colour.
“Happy birthday by the way” I said suddenly remembering “16”
Or put another way I thought to myself “legal”.
“Thank you,” she said grinning
She looked very cute in her straw boater with the burgundy and yellow band.
Emily was still wearing her full school uniform consisting of black knee length socks, a black and white plaid skirt, burgundy jacket with yellow trim, white blouse and a burgundy and yellow tie, oh and the boater of course.
“Have you not broken up yet?” I enquired
“Yes today thank God”
Her knee was still bleeding so I fished out a hankie from my pocket and handed it to her.
“Use that” I said “that will help for the moment”
Emily dabbed at it and winced
“Come on, come to mine and I’ll clean it up”
“Bad luck having to go to school on your birthday”
“Oh no it was great, I got loads of presents from my friends” she said “And we had a bit of a birthday lunch in food tech”
“Talking of friends, where’s Jenny?” I asked
Jenny was her best friend and they were inseparable they had been friends forever.
“Detention” she said “Forgot to turn her phone off”
Emily nodded sagely
We arrived at my cottage and we went inside
“Go and sit on the sofa,” I told her “I’ll get the first aid kit”
“Do you want a drink?” I shouted
“A glass of wine please” she shouted back, she had taken off her hat.
I was thinking more like a coke so I compromised and poured her a spritzer and I had a beer.
I walked into the lounge with a drink in each hand, the first aid kit under my arm and a towel over my shoulder
I handed her the drink
“Happy birthday” I said again and we chinked glasses
I knelt down in front of her and opened the first aid kit
I irrigated the wound with water and cleaned it with a cotton wool pad
“So what are you doing for your birthday?” I asked as I worked
“Mum and Dad are taking me and Jen to a swanky restaurant in Kiddingstone, and then to the Summer Ball tomorrow night, I’ve never been allowed before” she said very pleased with herself.
“This might sting a bit,” I said as I applied the antiseptic
“Ooh” Emily winced as she sat perched on the edge of the sofa
I had my right hand under her knee as I applied the plaster.
And I said “So sweet sixteen….” rubbing the corners of the plaster with my thumbs
“…. And never been kissed” she finished
“That can’t apply to you,” I said
Emily blushed
“Get away with you” I replied looking at her face
She blushed deeper and looked down into her lap.
“The boys must be mad, they should be queuing up to kiss a gorgeous girl like you, I know I would be”
“Would you?” Emily said lifting her eyes from her lap
“In a heartbeat” I replied and her dark eyes said “kiss me then”
So I backtracked a little
“But I’m not a boy, I’m a man, and you’re still a girl, a very pretty girl, but a girl none the less”
So she reached forward quickly and kissed me on the mouth, more of a peck really than a kiss and she went horribly red.
Well I wasn’t expecting that, that came right out of left field.
So I moved the hand that was on her knee up to her crimson cheek, which was burning with embarrassment and I stroked it gently and pulled her face towards mine.
“Do it like this” I said and I put my lips to hers once twice and then a third time and our mouths gently sealed on each other and our tongues engaged.
It only lasted a few moments and when our lips parted I said
“There, now you’re a sweet sixteen who has been kissed”
She gave a heavy sigh then leant into me saying
“Again please”
I put my finger up to her lips
“Too many kisses can lead to mischief,” I said
“Again” she pleaded and our lips met again this time in a longer deeper more sensual union.
When I broke away Emily sighed again
I got up and went and sat on the other half of the sofa, I wanted her now, very much, but she was only 16 and even if it was legal now she was still very young, if Emily wanted to continue she had to take the lead.
Morally it was a bit of a cop out but once the blood rushes to my dick morality blurs a tad.
But I wasn’t going to force myself on her, she was still young, and she had to be in the driving seat.
So I sat on my sofa and Emily got up and walked over to me and sat on my knee which I took to be my invitation to give her a special birthday gift, as I say morals are not my strong suit.
“You know what this means?”
“Yes” she said and put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the mouth it was a hot liquid kiss.
This served to stir my loins and stiffen my resolve as well as my shaft.
While the kiss continued and the passion heightened and as our tongue dueled
I loosened her tie all the way and pulled it slowly from around her neck, discarded it on the floor.
I began undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one by one, at this point out lips parted and her face burrowed into my neck and I could feel her hot breath on my skin.
I looked down as I slowly undid another button then another and then another until it was opened to the waist, I tugged roughly on each side of the blouse to free it from her waistband Emily breathed in to aid me in my task.
The breaths on my neck were getting stronger as I slid my hands inside the blouse and onto her soft silky skin and they traversed her landscape like it was a sensual survey. Then they found the fastener on her bra and opened it.
Then my eager hands made the short journey inside the white lace bra and cupped the prizes I had coveted since first I spied down the front of Emily’s summer dress just a few short months ago.
I couldn’t have them then but I had them now and they were sublime, firm yet pliant, round like sweet puddings the shade of demerara, topped with muscovado coloured teats, stiffening to my touch.
Her breath was panting now interspersed with low moans and while I toyed with her delightful confections I planned my next move.
I lured her lips away from my neck and kissed her hard and hot
Then I put my right hand on her injured knee and moved my hand slowly along the inside of her thigh, she trembled beneath my touch but her legs opened up to my hands advance. I would soon reach my target inside her white lace panties.
I knew they were white because I caught a glimpse earlier when she fell and she was a classy girl so they would match her bra.
What better way was there to take away a girls virginity than to firstly remove her from matching undies.
The urgency of her kisses told me I was close even if the feel of lace on my fingertips had not.
I ran my finger slowly up her groin, never more than a millimeter from the lace until it reached her hip bone and then it slipped beneath the pristine panties across her belly and down amongst her curly pubes, I could feel her moans in my mouth now, so from her little furry Snatch I traversed her mound and slid my fingers between her lips,
She stopped kissing me and rested her forehead against mine where with her mouth open she emitted a long low
“Worrrr”
Beneath my finger her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her cream was like liquid silk on my fingertips.
I worked her gently
“Worrrrr” she growled
I worked her harder
“Worrrrrrr”
Her growls intensified with every stroke until the moment when her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and she drew her knees up to her chest and my frigging of her between the thighs brought her to the abyss and Emily came.
I removed my fingers from her juicy crack and slid my hand along her thigh leaving a greasy trail as I went.
I didn’t want to force the pace so I waited for Emily to initiate the next phase or to indicate the she wanted to continue.
I didn’t have to wait for long because her eager little mouth was busying it self chewing my earlobe and wetly tonguing my ear and her hand had unsubtly settled on the bulge in my trousers, which I immediately made twitch this in turn made her jump and then giggle.
Her mouth was now on mine and her hand was now stroking at the swelling in my lap.
The message was obvious to me that I had the green light to finish the job but I needed to slow her down give her time to think before we passed the point of no return so I broke away from her intense mouth and said
“Stand up honey”
Emily stood up and faced me and as she did so she was licking her lips, she then became self-conscious beneath my gaze and pulled the front of her jacket together to cover her breasts
I then put a hand on each lapel and pulled her towards me
Now with Emily standing five foot one in her stocking feet and me over six feet tall, her lips were only an inch or two above me as I sat perched on the sofa so I reached up and kissed her.
Emily released her hold on her jacket to put her arms about my neck and it fell open again allowing my hands access to her bare silky skin and more importantly those plump little tits.
And while I pawed and fondled at them my lips began their journey down her neck and throat to join them.
As I faced her dark mounds I thought of how long I had waited for this moment to be reacquainted with the delicious brown titties that she tantalized and teased me with on that warm afternoon in May.
I kissed her small globes softly, those beautiful caramels, before consuming her chocolate nipple and sucking on it greedily until it was swollen between my lips, and then I transferred my attentions to its partner as my hands travelled seamlessly from her waist to her hips to her thighs and then to her knees where they began to slowly slide up her silky thighs to finally rest on her perfect buttocks, kneading each cheek as I sucked her teat, her skinny legs trembled as my fingers reached into the waistband of her panties and pulled them easily off her tidy little arse and down her slender thighs to her shaking knees.
This was when I left her swollen nipple and looked up at her lovely face and she smiled me a beaming smile so I sat her next to me and we briefly kissed again. Before I laid her back on the sofa where I grabbed the crotch of her panties between her knees, which were sodden with her cunny juice and I thought to myself “they’re not pristine white any more”, and pulled them down to her feet and off, discarding them behind me.
I held her left leg behind the wounded knee and kissed the plaster and then I kissed every inch along the soft flesh of her inner thigh to her honey-drenched quim.
My nose was in amongst her hairy black bush and I could smell her scent
I wouldn’t dally long at the furry cup I just wanted to drink from her fresh unsullied lips before I took her.
Whether it was just a brief refreshment or not Emily enjoyed every flick of my tongue as I licked at her wet cunny.
When I came up for air her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip.
It was now time so I unbuckled my belt and began pulling down my trousers I noticed the top of my trouser leg, above the knee, was saturated with Emily’s juices just as her panties were.
I quickly slipped both trousers and pants down my thighs and released my engorged cock
I looked up at Emily and I could see her eyes were open now and transfixed on my swollen member, I took hold of my shaft in my right hand and tugged the skin back to expose my purple head.
As the purple crown emerged from its pink cocoon Emily’s eyes widened in surprise.
I took hold of her right leg, which distracted her momentarily, and we made eye contact
“Are you ok” I said and smiled
“Yes” she whispered
“Do you want to stop?”
“No” she said very definitely shaking her head a look of mild alarm on her face.
“Ok” That would do for me I thought
“All you need to say is “stop” and I’ll stop”
She nodded
So still holding onto her right leg behind the knee I slid my hand down the outside of her thigh and gripped her buttock firmly and immobilized her leg between my arm and my side.
My right hand pushed her other leg gently sideways opening her up for me.
I gripped my shaft and prodded the wetness of her with my knob
She moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her lip
So gripping my cock I pushed my pink shaft between her dark lips and I briefly felt the resistance of her hymen before her cherry popped and she was deflowered.
Emily moaned softly as my helmet breached her hole then she winced as the hymen broke and then Emily moaned loudly as I penetrated deeply into her, I withdrew and penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a line
Then another length and she squirmed,
I could have just fucked her to a conclusion there on the leather couch,
But I thought more of her than that and I thought she deserved her fist time to be a tenderer affair than just a quick shag on the sofa so I withdrew from her tight little cunny
She looked up at me, a look of alarm on her face
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked with great anxiety
“I’m sorry Simon” Emily had sat up and implored me
“Tell me what I did? I won’t do it again I promise”
I put my finger up to her lips.
“Shhh”
“You haven’t done anything wrong honey,” I said reassuringly
“I just want to take you to bed now”
She was clearly relieved and threw her self into my arms.
“I thought you didn’t want me,” she said burying her face in my neck.
I laughed and said
“I would have to be either mad or dead not to want you honey”
“So come on then,” I said “upstairs”
Emily led the way while I stripped off so I was completely naked as I followed her upstairs wearing only a liberal layer of her secretions along my shaft,
Her black knee socks no longer lived up to their name as one was around her ankle while the other clung precariously to her calf.
I was right behind her as she entered my bedroom and she came to a stop beside the bed.
I put my hands on the shoulders of her jacket and ran them down the sleeves and found her hands, she immediately grasped onto the back of them and squeezed.
Emily turned her head to look up at me and I kissed down into her open mouth as I did so her tiny hands moved my great paws up to her plump titties.
We continued to kiss for a few moments whilst I groped at her soft young tits and played with her dark nipples then I let go of her treasures, and grabbed her lapels then pulled her jacket off her shoulders where it fell to the floor.
Next I unhooked the fastener on her waistband then slowly pulled down the zip and the skirt fell almost effortlessly off her slender hips.
We stopped kissing as first her blouse and then her bra were dropped to the floor.
I pushed her lightly forward so she stepped out of the pile of clothing and I made her kneel on the edge of the bed, I knelt on the floor behind her and kissed her neck, shoulders and spine as I removed first one sock and then the other.
Then I wrapped my arms around her and I kissed her briefly on the neck.
“Lie down hon” I said
Which she did without hesitation, and I smiled because she lay flat on her stomach so I couldn’t see her beautiful body.
I threw the duvet over her and she wriggled beneath it until the top of her head appeared followed by her eyes, and that was all she wanted me to see for now.
I noticed her eyes were once more transfixed on my cock, which now bore a dewy sheen, Emily’s dewy sheen
I got into bed and I was at once facing her silky young form,
As I kissed her any doubt that she was not 100% up for it were dispelled as she gripped my cock and stroked it vigorously so I rolled her onto her back where she instantly spread herself, opening wide in readiness for me, so I climbed aboard to mount her and in a single movement penetrated her tight wet pussy again.
Emily wrapped her skinny legs around me and her hands played up and down my back as I gave her length after length and with every thrust I gave her she emitted a low rasping moan until she screamed out a high girlish scream as she came.
Emily would have been happy if that was all there was, having no benchmark, but I had more to give, so I gave it.
In rhythmic measured lengths and she squirmed and squealed beneath me until on her third girlish orgasmic scream I shot into her and she gripped me tightly with arms and legs as I pulsed my ejaculation into her cunny.
Emily was letting out a whispered gasp with each pulsing twitch of my cock and so her deflowering was now complete.
As we lay in my bed in the afterglow Emily sighed herself to sleep and I soon followed.
We only slept for about half an hour just long enough.
I woke first and I reflected on what a pleasurable interlude it had been and what a willing pupil Emily had been and I got a stirring at the thought of furthering her sexual education and developing her knowledge in the erotic arts at least for the summer.
It would be a delight to revisit the deliciously dark flesh of Miss Gomez in the coming months, coming being the operative word.
As Emily stirred from her snooze I sat up in bed and opened the draw in the bedside cabinet and took out a small package.
“Here you are birthday girl” I said to her “I have a birthday gift for you”
“I thought I’d just had my present” she said giggled and blushed to her roots and then hid her red face under the covers.
When she finally emerged she opened the little package to reveal a Gold locket and inside it read “Sweet sixteen”.
She threw herself at me and showered me with kisses
“I love it, I love it” she said and hugged me
After a moment or two she said coyly
“Can I have another present?”
“Do you have time?”
“I think so” She replied
“It’ll have to be a quickie then”
She nodded acquiescence
So I did her a second time, on this occasion in the leather armchair in my study where I took the dusky little darling from behind while she was wearing only a plaster, black knee socks and straw boater, bliss.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 09) Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen part one
Well the last couple of weeks had been quite quiet for me, after successive overnighters firstly with Dr Claire and her medicine bag and then cousin Molly with her insatiable appetite I was spent, oh and I mustn’t forget to mention the little interlude with mousy Doreen on the train.
So I took myself out of circulation for a couple of weeks, partly because Georgia was going away with her folks for ten days but mainly to recharge the batteries which also allowed me to catch up with my writing.
Recent events had provided me with a wealth of material and I managed to produce around a 100,000 words of slutty drivel.
Well I thought it was time to end my self-imposed exile and so I stepped out into the sunlight to find Frankie working up a sweat cutting the grass. She had just stopped to empty the grass box and bent over offering me the ideal opportunity for a grope so I grabbed a handful of her arse.
She jumped straight up and punched my arm.
“So you’re not dead then” she said
“No rumors’ of my demise have been greatly exaggerated” I paraphrased.
“Hmm, pity” she barked
At that moment Maisie appeared wearing identical dungarees as Frankie carrying some empty sacks.
“Hello Mr. Fisher” she shouted
“Hi Maisie” I shouted back
Then in a lower voice I said to Frankie
“How’s she doing?” nodding in Maisie’s direction
“Excellently” Frankie replied beaming
“She a quick learner, hard working, eager and reliable”
“Really?”
“I couldn’t ask for better, and she’s a real sweetie” she said
I left them to their toil in the soil and made my way across to the Golf club, but not to play.
It was the Summer Ball the next day and I hadn’t bought my ticket yet.
As I crossed the 18th fairway I caught sight of Pandora sitting alone at one of the tables and I noticed she was wearing the same outfit she had on when we made love in the woods by the 17th green, and the thought of that caused a stirring in my pants.
I guessed she was probably preparing for a round, maybe waiting for her partner.
I quickened my stride and as luck would have it, or so I thought, I caught her eye and I gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she gathered up her things and hurried away.
“Very odd” I thought
Next I made my way to Agnes Snipes office to buy my ticket. Agnes was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the commercial side of the Golf club.
She never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, not a joyful person by any means.
I knocked at the door and met with a surly monosyllabic response
“Come” it uttered
So I went,
“Good morning Miss Snipe and how are you today”
“What do you want Mr. Fisher?” she snapped
“I’m very busy”
Trying to maintain my mood I persevered.
“A ticket for the Ball please Miss Snipe”
“Just the one?” she replied, “Not bringing a guest?”
“No just me”, I thought just for a moment I detected the merest hint of a smile.
“£70” she said getting up and walking over to a filling cabinet.
I followed very close behind and positioned myself so that as she opened the draw she would have to step back and plant her stuck up bony little arse cheek right in my waiting hand.
It worked perfectly her right buttock reversed right against my palm so I gave it a little squeeze.
“For goodness sake Mr. Fisher” she barked
“I’m terribly sorry Miss Snipe, truly I am”
“£70” she snapped
I took at my wallet and paid her in cash, she took the money and along with the ticket gave me a look that said
“Why are you still here? I have more important things to be doing”
“Good bye Miss Snipe and thank you” I said insincerely “Sorry again for my clumsiness”
What I was actually thinking was someone needs to bend you over that desk one-day Miss tight arse.
I had lunch at the club and a few drinks at the bar so I could touch base with Georgia who I hadn’t seen since she got back from Greece.
She was working all weekend, because of the Summer Ball so I wouldn’t see her properly until Sunday evening when I would give her a proper hello.
She was able to grab a 20-minute break and we sat in a quiet corner of the bar where we could at least steal an occasional kiss.
I even managed to cop a feel of one of her choice titties.
Alas she wouldn’t show me her white bits, but as she was getting up to go back to work I did get my hand up her skirt high enough to reach her gusset before she slapped me.
Lots more for me to investigate and explore when I get her bare arsed at my place on Sunday.
It was mid afternoon when I stepped back out into the sun and I spotted Pandora again this time by the 18th green, I approached her on her blindside so she couldn’t run off again.
When I was a few feet away I said
“I think you’ve been avoiding me”
Pandora jumped and immediately became flustered
“No, no not at all” she corrected me
“I think you have,” I repeated “why?”
Pandora didn’t say anything for about a minute
“Please tell me Pandy,” I entreated
“Because I feel guilty,” She snapped
“You don’t need to feel guilty Pandora, I took you remember, I gave you little choice.”
“I don’t feel guilty because it happened” She said
“Then why”?
“Because I liked it”
“Because it was dirty”
“Because it was exciting”
Pandora paused then continued
“And because I came like I never came before”
Then she hurried away pulling her golf trolley, but stopped and turned after a few paces and said
“But most of all I feel guilty because I want to do it again”
And then she was gone, I thought for a moment before I hurried after her
“Pandy?” I called but she kept going so I pressed on after her instead
Pandora was stood by her car when I caught up with her
“Do you mean it”?
Silence
“Pandora?”
“Yes” she replied reluctantly “but it can never happen again”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a wife and a mother”
Then she added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband”
She may have once but not so much now I thought.
Her husband was often away on business and when he wasn’t he was in the members bar at the Golf club supposedly in his capacity of club captain.
I thought Pandora was clearly lonely which she didn’t deserve to be.
She carried on putting her clubs in the boot; but I put my right hand on the edge of the boot, preventing her.
“Do you think about that day?”
“Yes” she said
“Often?”
“Yes”
“And when you’re alone in your bed” I asked
She reddened then nodded
“Do you touch yourself as you remember”?
“Do you stroke yourself off under the duvet while you recall what we did in the woods, what I did to you in the woods?”
“Don’t make fun of me, don’t make fun of it” and she started to cry
“I’m not making fun of you,” I said taking hold of her hand
“I think of it all the time” I said “It excites me too”
“I think of you, in that outfit”.
She squeezed my hand
“In the woods, me inside you”
“So do I,” she gasped
She squeezed my hand again and then lent forward pinning my hand between the car and her pubis.
We didn’t speak; the only sound was her steady breathing and the birdsong.
I rubbed my thumb on the fatty flesh of her mound gently and methodically and I watched her, her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her tongue slightly moistening them as she breathed.
Just then a group of golfers walked by and the spell was broken she let go of one hand and stepped out of range of the other.
She grabbed her Golf bag and threw it in the boot quickly and slammed it shut.
“Please don’t avoid me Pandy”
“I won’t” she said, “I promise. But I meant what I said”
Then she drove away, I would look for her tomorrow and see what could be done, I thought to myself, a distinct semi in my trousers.
Her mouth may be saying no but I’m sure her lips were saying yes.
After Pandora drove away moist lipped from the Golf club I found myself standing semi hard in the member’s car park.
So I didn’t go home by the usual route across the 18th, instead I walked out of the gate and turned left to follow the path that threaded its way through the woods that bordered the 18th, In fact the opposite end of the path I was following the night I bumped into Victoria Braithwaite.
As I meandered my way along the path I heard a voice behind me.
“Wait for me Simon” it, said, “wait for me”
I turned around but I couldn’t see who it was
“Wait for me” they continued shouting a little louder this time
And then crash.
A schoolgirl came running around an oak tree and hurtled straight into me and we both ended up on the floor.
It was young Emily Gomez
“Ouch” she said rubbing her left knee, and I got a quick flash of white knicker against her dark skin.
“Are you ok?” I asked as I helped her to her feet.
“Just scrapped my knee a bit,” she said laughing
“I didn’t think I was that close to you”
She was a very pretty girl, five foot one with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin, I think that her father was Spanish and her mother was from the Philippines what ever the origins Emily was a beautiful colour.
“Happy birthday by the way” I said suddenly remembering “16”
Or put another way I thought to myself “legal”.
So I took myself out of circulation for a couple of weeks, partly because Georgia was going away with her folks for ten days but mainly to recharge the batteries which also allowed me to catch up with my writing.
Recent events had provided me with a wealth of material and I managed to produce around a 100,000 words of slutty drivel.
Well I thought it was time to end my self-imposed exile and so I stepped out into the sunlight to find Frankie working up a sweat cutting the grass. She had just stopped to empty the grass box and bent over offering me the ideal opportunity for a grope so I grabbed a handful of her arse.
She jumped straight up and punched my arm.
“So you’re not dead then” she said
“No rumors’ of my demise have been greatly exaggerated” I paraphrased.
“Hmm, pity” she barked
At that moment Maisie appeared wearing identical dungarees as Frankie carrying some empty sacks.
“Hello Mr. Fisher” she shouted
“Hi Maisie” I shouted back
Then in a lower voice I said to Frankie
“How’s she doing?” nodding in Maisie’s direction
“Excellently” Frankie replied beaming
“She a quick learner, hard working, eager and reliable”
“Really?”
“I couldn’t ask for better, and she’s a real sweetie” she said
I left them to their toil in the soil and made my way across to the Golf club, but not to play.
It was the Summer Ball the next day and I hadn’t bought my ticket yet.
As I crossed the 18th fairway I caught sight of Pandora sitting alone at one of the tables and I noticed she was wearing the same outfit she had on when we made love in the woods by the 17th green, and the thought of that caused a stirring in my pants.
I guessed she was probably preparing for a round, maybe waiting for her partner.
I quickened my stride and as luck would have it, or so I thought, I caught her eye and I gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she gathered up her things and hurried away.
“Very odd” I thought
Next I made my way to Agnes Snipes office to buy my ticket. Agnes was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the commercial side of the Golf club.
She never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, not a joyful person by any means.
I knocked at the door and met with a surly monosyllabic response
“Come” it uttered
So I went,
“Good morning Miss Snipe and how are you today”
“What do you want Mr. Fisher?” she snapped
“I’m very busy”
Trying to maintain my mood I persevered.
“A ticket for the Ball please Miss Snipe”
“Just the one?” she replied, “Not bringing a guest?”
“No just me”, I thought just for a moment I detected the merest hint of a smile.
“£70” she said getting up and walking over to a filling cabinet.
I followed very close behind and positioned myself so that as she opened the draw she would have to step back and plant her stuck up bony little arse cheek right in my waiting hand.
It worked perfectly her right buttock reversed right against my palm so I gave it a little squeeze.
“For goodness sake Mr. Fisher” she barked
“I’m terribly sorry Miss Snipe, truly I am”
“£70” she snapped
I took at my wallet and paid her in cash, she took the money and along with the ticket gave me a look that said
“Why are you still here? I have more important things to be doing”
“Good bye Miss Snipe and thank you” I said insincerely “Sorry again for my clumsiness”
What I was actually thinking was someone needs to bend you over that desk one-day Miss tight arse.
I had lunch at the club and a few drinks at the bar so I could touch base with Georgia who I hadn’t seen since she got back from Greece.
She was working all weekend, because of the Summer Ball so I wouldn’t see her properly until Sunday evening when I would give her a proper hello.
She was able to grab a 20-minute break and we sat in a quiet corner of the bar where we could at least steal an occasional kiss.
I even managed to cop a feel of one of her choice titties.
Alas she wouldn’t show me her white bits, but as she was getting up to go back to work I did get my hand up her skirt high enough to reach her gusset before she slapped me.
Lots more for me to investigate and explore when I get her bare arsed at my place on Sunday.
It was mid afternoon when I stepped back out into the sun and I spotted Pandora again this time by the 18th green, I approached her on her blindside so she couldn’t run off again.
When I was a few feet away I said
“I think you’ve been avoiding me”
Pandora jumped and immediately became flustered
“No, no not at all” she corrected me
“I think you have,” I repeated “why?”
Pandora didn’t say anything for about a minute
“Please tell me Pandy,” I entreated
“Because I feel guilty,” She snapped
“You don’t need to feel guilty Pandora, I took you remember, I gave you little choice.”
“I don’t feel guilty because it happened” She said
“Then why”?
“Because I liked it”
“Because it was dirty”
“Because it was exciting”
Pandora paused then continued
“And because I came like I never came before”
Then she hurried away pulling her golf trolley, but stopped and turned after a few paces and said
“But most of all I feel guilty because I want to do it again”
And then she was gone, I thought for a moment before I hurried after her
“Pandy?” I called but she kept going so I pressed on after her instead
Pandora was stood by her car when I caught up with her
“Do you mean it”?
Silence
“Pandora?”
“Yes” she replied reluctantly “but it can never happen again”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a wife and a mother”
Then she added almost as an after thought
“And I love my husband”
She may have once but not so much now I thought.
Her husband was often away on business and when he wasn’t he was in the members bar at the Golf club supposedly in his capacity of club captain.
I thought Pandora was clearly lonely which she didn’t deserve to be.
She carried on putting her clubs in the boot; but I put my right hand on the edge of the boot, preventing her.
“Do you think about that day?”
“Yes” she said
“Often?”
“Yes”
“And when you’re alone in your bed” I asked
She reddened then nodded
“Do you touch yourself as you remember”?
“Do you stroke yourself off under the duvet while you recall what we did in the woods, what I did to you in the woods?”
“Don’t make fun of me, don’t make fun of it” and she started to cry
“I’m not making fun of you,” I said taking hold of her hand
“I think of it all the time” I said “It excites me too”
“I think of you, in that outfit”.
She squeezed my hand
“In the woods, me inside you”
“So do I,” she gasped
She squeezed my hand again and then lent forward pinning my hand between the car and her pubis.
We didn’t speak; the only sound was her steady breathing and the birdsong.
I rubbed my thumb on the fatty flesh of her mound gently and methodically and I watched her, her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her tongue slightly moistening them as she breathed.
Just then a group of golfers walked by and the spell was broken she let go of one hand and stepped out of range of the other.
She grabbed her Golf bag and threw it in the boot quickly and slammed it shut.
“Please don’t avoid me Pandy”
“I won’t” she said, “I promise. But I meant what I said”
Then she drove away, I would look for her tomorrow and see what could be done, I thought to myself, a distinct semi in my trousers.
Her mouth may be saying no but I’m sure her lips were saying yes.
After Pandora drove away moist lipped from the Golf club I found myself standing semi hard in the member’s car park.
So I didn’t go home by the usual route across the 18th, instead I walked out of the gate and turned left to follow the path that threaded its way through the woods that bordered the 18th, In fact the opposite end of the path I was following the night I bumped into Victoria Braithwaite.
As I meandered my way along the path I heard a voice behind me.
“Wait for me Simon” it, said, “wait for me”
I turned around but I couldn’t see who it was
“Wait for me” they continued shouting a little louder this time
And then crash.
A schoolgirl came running around an oak tree and hurtled straight into me and we both ended up on the floor.
It was young Emily Gomez
“Ouch” she said rubbing her left knee, and I got a quick flash of white knicker against her dark skin.
“Are you ok?” I asked as I helped her to her feet.
“Just scrapped my knee a bit,” she said laughing
“I didn’t think I was that close to you”
She was a very pretty girl, five foot one with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin, I think that her father was Spanish and her mother was from the Philippines what ever the origins Emily was a beautiful colour.
“Happy birthday by the way” I said suddenly remembering “16”
Or put another way I thought to myself “legal”.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 08) The Mystery Assailant
It was after our second exhausting night of passion, when Claire Andrews and I along with her Lazarus pills were exiting the front door of the Grand Metropolitan hotel in Bristol.
We had just performed the walk of shame through the lobby causing all heads to turn in our direction.
Among our audience was an array of faces baring expressions, ranging from disgust, trough jealously to envy and then admiration.
We emerged through the door into the sunlight looking red faced and sheepish.
Having had a lobby full of eyes on us as we left the hotel we felt relived to escape into the fresh air where we turned to each other and burst out laughing
“Well Mr. Fisher thanks to you that’s another Hotel I can never stay at again” Claire said.
“Oh it’s my fault now is it?” I said indignantly
“I’m not the one who screams like a Banshee when she orgasms.”
Claire blushed to her roots and buried her face in my neck.
“Do you know just how many Hotels of that quality there are in which we can disgrace ourselves?” I asked
“How many?” Came her muffled response?
“Hundreds” I said “And that’s just in the British Isles”
“Oh goody” Claire said immerging from my neck smiling.
We boarded the train at Temple Meads and made ourselves comfortable.
We had barely left the station before Claire was asleep with her head on my shoulder.
We had met up for the second time in a couple of months
Her, me and the Lazarus pills that raise me from the dead and keep me going all night.
Claire was one of my guiltier pleasures because she was married; normally a big no-no for me, but there was always an exception or two.
Her husband was seriously disabled and incapable in everyway of pleasuring her; she remained faithful to him for nine years before I got my hands on her.
Our first get together was unplanned and unexpected but our second was anything but.
Claire was a Doctor and had a conference to attend in Bristol, so I wangled an invitation to a literary club luncheon and the rest was simple.
Well exciting, exhilarating, mind blowing and exhausting to be more precise.
We had made our own way down there but we were getting the train back together she would get off at Basingstoke and pick up her car while I would continue on to Guildford where I would change trains for Farnham and then a second change to Bushy Down.
While she was sleeping against my shoulder I indulged in a spot of people watching.
The carriage was very quiet and sparsely populated and most of the passengers were at the other end.
But there were two girls sat diagonally across the isle from us, a tall willowy blonde with outstandingly stellar legs.
She was very pretty but was very aware of the fact and she positively preened when she realized I was admiring her legs.
She crossed her legs slowly and deliberately so I could marvel at them further but then I noticed on the newly exposed inner thigh a tattoo of an arrow and beneath it were the words “this way up”.
It was like an ice cold shower to my desire.
How very classy I thought and it turned me off, I turned my attention to a quiet mousy girl sitting in the corner.
She had long straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
She was short, body shape undetermined due to a rather shapeless baggy sweater, so it was difficult to tell which way she was facing let alone see her figure
Her legs were nice though ensconced in black shabby tights and she had tiny feet always a bonus for me.
I had trouble fixing her age though she could have been anywhere between 18 and 25.
She ticked quite a few boxes and even if the contents of her sweater turned out to be a disappointment it would be fun to rummage.
The leggy blonde on seeing my transfer of allegiance huffed quite loudly and flounced off to another part of the carriage.
I continued to appraise the mouse who seemed quite pleased with herself that she had lured me away from “legs” and that the blonde had thrown in the towel, in fact she took on an air of aloofness on recognizing her success in stealing my attentions, if she knew the reason she would be less flattered.
So myself and the mouse spent the next twenty minutes exchanging glances, mine of lechery, hers of coquettishness, in fact they continued until we were approaching Basingstoke, so I turned my thoughts back to Claire, I woke her and helped her gather her things together.
As we approached the station I got up and carried her bag to the door, she followed close behind, the train stopped; she gave me a long succulent kiss. The doors opened and our embrace followed suit.
I stepped out and put her case on the platform.
“Thank you sir” she said formerly “That’s very kind”
“My pleasure madam” I replied and got back on the train.
Our little charade over I returned to my seat and much to my disappointment the Mouse was gone, she must have got off the same time as Claire.
I settled in the corner by the window and exchanged a final smile with Claire as we slowly pulled out of the station.
I thought to myself that that wasn’t the first time this weekend that I had smiled at her as I pulled out.
The motion of the train soon began to lull me off, it was only the sound of bare feet padding on the floor that brought me back and through half opened eyes I saw the Mouse had returned minus tights and shoes and seated herself in the corner diagonally opposite me across the aisle. I was starting to close my eyes again thinking I had already surveyed her meager attributes when she did something that brought me wide awake.
Her right leg was on the seat, bent at the knee, and was resting against the seat back she drew it up towards herself while her left leg was stretched across the gap between the seats.
The mouse sat there head back eyes closed a hand on each knee and then slowly slid her hands down the inside of her thighs and under her skirt.
The fabric of her skirt slowly moved upward exposing first her bum cheeks and then her slit.
Her knickers clearly came off when her tights did.
The material kept on its upward trend and the full majesty of her hairy Minge was visible.
Then her tiny hand and nimble finger returned downward either side of her closed lips when the lips peeled open like a piece of ripe fruit revealing the soft moist flesh inside.
Mouse slipped her small digits between her open lips and began working diligently on herself while my pants bulged with appreciation for her craft.
She was good, very good; it’s always the quiet mousy girls you have to watch.
As I watched her deft fiddling fingers frigging at her fanny I suddenly became aware that however exciting this was and it would undoubtedly make it to the wank bank I thought to myself she is not going to finish herself off before the next station, that is to say that she isn’t going to arrive before the train does.
So I moved across the aisle and perched on the edge of her seat, my left hand on the inside of her right thigh while two finger of my left hand invaded her cunny her fingers continued their work while I engaged in frigging her.
Mouse’s spare hand grasped mine as it worked on her as she grew closer and closer and closer until she came and pulled my fingers hard into her cunny.
Then as her thighs came together I did something I hadn’t done for many years, I creamed my jeans.
Mouse smiled coyly at me as she released her grip on my hand.
“That was very nice ….” I began
“Doreen” she said “Doreen Clarke”
“That was very nice Doreen,” I continued
The tannoy announced the train was approaching Guildford station.
“I’m Simon” I said and kissed her on the lips before standing up and returning to my seat.
We then both got off the train together and as we stood on the platform for a moment I said
“I do hope we can share a journey together again sometime” to conclude our business I thought
“Me too” Doreen said blushed and padded off barefoot to the ladies to redress herself leaving me standing alone on the platform with sticky pants.
I arrived home about an hour later and after a long awaited cup of coffee I headed off to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
The shower was wonderful and I felt refreshed and invigorated so I threw on my toweling robe and went back to the kitchen for another coffee,
Steaming coffee in hand I walked through to the lounge, the room was dominated by a large L shaped leather sofa with a large square matching foot stool which was sitting in its default position i.e. in the right angle.
The room was quite stuffy so I put my coffee down and walked across and threw open the French doors but I left the curtains drawn as the sun was full on, on that side of the house at that time of day.
I sat on the sofa and almost immediately the long blinks began to set in and within minutes I was lying stretched out on the cool expanse of leather and a few minutes later I was fast asleep.
I had no idea how long I had slept but when I began to stir I was instantly aware that my little friend was stirring also.
I lay there for an indeterminate time drifting in and out sleep with my mind full of little erotic dreams.
I dreamt I could feel fingers stroking my shaft and tugging and teasing it to full erection.
It felt so real and my cock was so hard, then I dreamt that I felt, no not dreamt, I felt the tell tale feathering of a tongue flicking round my knob.
I lifted my head off the sofa and I could see a figure in the gloom but I couldn’t tell who it was whose lips and wet mouth had enveloped my helmet, I glanced down again but I still couldn’t tell whose head was pleasuring my cock.
But to be perfectly honest at that precise moment I didn’t really care whose mouth was around my prick and sucking me off.
Then my blissful assailant in order to take me into her throat half climbed onto the sofa presenting me with her round arse well in striking distance of my hand.
I reached out my paw and groped up the skirt of my assailant caressing her round buttocks though its firmness and fullness offered no clue to its owner’s identity.
So while she slurped on my member I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and yanked them down to her knees to expose the swollen lips of her shaven cunt.
That narrowed the field a bit further but I still wasn’t going to hazard a guess at their identity as nothing kills the mood quite like getting her name wrong during the act.
So instead I probed her creamy wet pussy with my fingers probed and elicited moans between the slurps on my shaft.
I inserted two fingers into her cunny.
In, out
Moan, Slurp
In, out
Moan, Slurp
In, out
Moan, Slurp
Then without disengaging her mouth from my swollen member
she wriggled her legs free of her panties and clambered onto my chest to present her hot ripe cunt to my waiting mouth and at last I knew the identity of my oral assailant
The heart shaped mole on my Cousin Molly’s pussy lip revealed it.
I kissed it and then nibbled the flesh of her labia making her moan and gasp
"I love your pussy Molly" I said then I noshed on her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar.
Molly brought me to the brink of tipping my load time after time as she came once, twice then three times her fanny farting in hoarse whispers.
Then Molly can wait no longer and jumps quickly off me stripping off her remaining clothes because she knew I liked to fuck her naked.
As I lay their watching her strip, my face covered in her juice I thought “my God Molly you’re such a spunker”
I was admiring her body as she climbed on me, she has the most incredible tits, and then she was impaling her eager nonny on to my waiting shaft and began pumping on me like a piston.
Her tits jiggled uncontrollably as she thrashed about wildly moaning like a beast as she rode me like a bucking bronco
Before she screamed out in orgasm and i exploded in her pumping hot spunk into her quivering quim.
Molly’s cunny spasm’s in time with the pulsing of each ejaculation of my cock.
Then we collapsed and slept where we had come to rest after our exertions my cock still inside her cunny.
We had just performed the walk of shame through the lobby causing all heads to turn in our direction.
Among our audience was an array of faces baring expressions, ranging from disgust, trough jealously to envy and then admiration.
We emerged through the door into the sunlight looking red faced and sheepish.
Having had a lobby full of eyes on us as we left the hotel we felt relived to escape into the fresh air where we turned to each other and burst out laughing
“Well Mr. Fisher thanks to you that’s another Hotel I can never stay at again” Claire said.
“Oh it’s my fault now is it?” I said indignantly
“I’m not the one who screams like a Banshee when she orgasms.”
Claire blushed to her roots and buried her face in my neck.
“Do you know just how many Hotels of that quality there are in which we can disgrace ourselves?” I asked
“How many?” Came her muffled response?
“Hundreds” I said “And that’s just in the British Isles”
“Oh goody” Claire said immerging from my neck smiling.
We boarded the train at Temple Meads and made ourselves comfortable.
We had barely left the station before Claire was asleep with her head on my shoulder.
We had met up for the second time in a couple of months
Her, me and the Lazarus pills that raise me from the dead and keep me going all night.
Claire was one of my guiltier pleasures because she was married; normally a big no-no for me, but there was always an exception or two.
Her husband was seriously disabled and incapable in everyway of pleasuring her; she remained faithful to him for nine years before I got my hands on her.
Our first get together was unplanned and unexpected but our second was anything but.
Claire was a Doctor and had a conference to attend in Bristol, so I wangled an invitation to a literary club luncheon and the rest was simple.
Well exciting, exhilarating, mind blowing and exhausting to be more precise.
We had made our own way down there but we were getting the train back together she would get off at Basingstoke and pick up her car while I would continue on to Guildford where I would change trains for Farnham and then a second change to Bushy Down.
While she was sleeping against my shoulder I indulged in a spot of people watching.
The carriage was very quiet and sparsely populated and most of the passengers were at the other end.
But there were two girls sat diagonally across the isle from us, a tall willowy blonde with outstandingly stellar legs.
She was very pretty but was very aware of the fact and she positively preened when she realized I was admiring her legs.
She crossed her legs slowly and deliberately so I could marvel at them further but then I noticed on the newly exposed inner thigh a tattoo of an arrow and beneath it were the words “this way up”.
It was like an ice cold shower to my desire.
How very classy I thought and it turned me off, I turned my attention to a quiet mousy girl sitting in the corner.
She had long straight brown hair and a rather plain, heavily freckled face, but lovely blue eyes, a cute nose and a thin-lipped smile.
She was short, body shape undetermined due to a rather shapeless baggy sweater, so it was difficult to tell which way she was facing let alone see her figure
Her legs were nice though ensconced in black shabby tights and she had tiny feet always a bonus for me.
I had trouble fixing her age though she could have been anywhere between 18 and 25.
She ticked quite a few boxes and even if the contents of her sweater turned out to be a disappointment it would be fun to rummage.
The leggy blonde on seeing my transfer of allegiance huffed quite loudly and flounced off to another part of the carriage.
I continued to appraise the mouse who seemed quite pleased with herself that she had lured me away from “legs” and that the blonde had thrown in the towel, in fact she took on an air of aloofness on recognizing her success in stealing my attentions, if she knew the reason she would be less flattered.
So myself and the mouse spent the next twenty minutes exchanging glances, mine of lechery, hers of coquettishness, in fact they continued until we were approaching Basingstoke, so I turned my thoughts back to Claire, I woke her and helped her gather her things together.
As we approached the station I got up and carried her bag to the door, she followed close behind, the train stopped; she gave me a long succulent kiss. The doors opened and our embrace followed suit.
I stepped out and put her case on the platform.
“Thank you sir” she said formerly “That’s very kind”
“My pleasure madam” I replied and got back on the train.
Our little charade over I returned to my seat and much to my disappointment the Mouse was gone, she must have got off the same time as Claire.
I settled in the corner by the window and exchanged a final smile with Claire as we slowly pulled out of the station.
I thought to myself that that wasn’t the first time this weekend that I had smiled at her as I pulled out.
The motion of the train soon began to lull me off, it was only the sound of bare feet padding on the floor that brought me back and through half opened eyes I saw the Mouse had returned minus tights and shoes and seated herself in the corner diagonally opposite me across the aisle. I was starting to close my eyes again thinking I had already surveyed her meager attributes when she did something that brought me wide awake.
Her right leg was on the seat, bent at the knee, and was resting against the seat back she drew it up towards herself while her left leg was stretched across the gap between the seats.
The mouse sat there head back eyes closed a hand on each knee and then slowly slid her hands down the inside of her thighs and under her skirt.
The fabric of her skirt slowly moved upward exposing first her bum cheeks and then her slit.
Her knickers clearly came off when her tights did.
The material kept on its upward trend and the full majesty of her hairy Minge was visible.
Then her tiny hand and nimble finger returned downward either side of her closed lips when the lips peeled open like a piece of ripe fruit revealing the soft moist flesh inside.
Mouse slipped her small digits between her open lips and began working diligently on herself while my pants bulged with appreciation for her craft.
She was good, very good; it’s always the quiet mousy girls you have to watch.
As I watched her deft fiddling fingers frigging at her fanny I suddenly became aware that however exciting this was and it would undoubtedly make it to the wank bank I thought to myself she is not going to finish herself off before the next station, that is to say that she isn’t going to arrive before the train does.
So I moved across the aisle and perched on the edge of her seat, my left hand on the inside of her right thigh while two finger of my left hand invaded her cunny her fingers continued their work while I engaged in frigging her.
Mouse’s spare hand grasped mine as it worked on her as she grew closer and closer and closer until she came and pulled my fingers hard into her cunny.
Then as her thighs came together I did something I hadn’t done for many years, I creamed my jeans.
Mouse smiled coyly at me as she released her grip on my hand.
“That was very nice ….” I began
“Doreen” she said “Doreen Clarke”
“That was very nice Doreen,” I continued
The tannoy announced the train was approaching Guildford station.
“I’m Simon” I said and kissed her on the lips before standing up and returning to my seat.
We then both got off the train together and as we stood on the platform for a moment I said
“I do hope we can share a journey together again sometime” to conclude our business I thought
“Me too” Doreen said blushed and padded off barefoot to the ladies to redress herself leaving me standing alone on the platform with sticky pants.
I arrived home about an hour later and after a long awaited cup of coffee I headed off to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
The shower was wonderful and I felt refreshed and invigorated so I threw on my toweling robe and went back to the kitchen for another coffee,
Steaming coffee in hand I walked through to the lounge, the room was dominated by a large L shaped leather sofa with a large square matching foot stool which was sitting in its default position i.e. in the right angle.
The room was quite stuffy so I put my coffee down and walked across and threw open the French doors but I left the curtains drawn as the sun was full on, on that side of the house at that time of day.
I sat on the sofa and almost immediately the long blinks began to set in and within minutes I was lying stretched out on the cool expanse of leather and a few minutes later I was fast asleep.
I had no idea how long I had slept but when I began to stir I was instantly aware that my little friend was stirring also.
I lay there for an indeterminate time drifting in and out sleep with my mind full of little erotic dreams.
I dreamt I could feel fingers stroking my shaft and tugging and teasing it to full erection.
It felt so real and my cock was so hard, then I dreamt that I felt, no not dreamt, I felt the tell tale feathering of a tongue flicking round my knob.
I lifted my head off the sofa and I could see a figure in the gloom but I couldn’t tell who it was whose lips and wet mouth had enveloped my helmet, I glanced down again but I still couldn’t tell whose head was pleasuring my cock.
But to be perfectly honest at that precise moment I didn’t really care whose mouth was around my prick and sucking me off.
Then my blissful assailant in order to take me into her throat half climbed onto the sofa presenting me with her round arse well in striking distance of my hand.
I reached out my paw and groped up the skirt of my assailant caressing her round buttocks though its firmness and fullness offered no clue to its owner’s identity.
So while she slurped on my member I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and yanked them down to her knees to expose the swollen lips of her shaven cunt.
That narrowed the field a bit further but I still wasn’t going to hazard a guess at their identity as nothing kills the mood quite like getting her name wrong during the act.
So instead I probed her creamy wet pussy with my fingers probed and elicited moans between the slurps on my shaft.
I inserted two fingers into her cunny.
In, out
Moan, Slurp
In, out
Moan, Slurp
In, out
Moan, Slurp
Then without disengaging her mouth from my swollen member
she wriggled her legs free of her panties and clambered onto my chest to present her hot ripe cunt to my waiting mouth and at last I knew the identity of my oral assailant
The heart shaped mole on my Cousin Molly’s pussy lip revealed it.
I kissed it and then nibbled the flesh of her labia making her moan and gasp
"I love your pussy Molly" I said then I noshed on her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar.
Molly brought me to the brink of tipping my load time after time as she came once, twice then three times her fanny farting in hoarse whispers.
Then Molly can wait no longer and jumps quickly off me stripping off her remaining clothes because she knew I liked to fuck her naked.
As I lay their watching her strip, my face covered in her juice I thought “my God Molly you’re such a spunker”
I was admiring her body as she climbed on me, she has the most incredible tits, and then she was impaling her eager nonny on to my waiting shaft and began pumping on me like a piston.
Her tits jiggled uncontrollably as she thrashed about wildly moaning like a beast as she rode me like a bucking bronco
Before she screamed out in orgasm and i exploded in her pumping hot spunk into her quivering quim.
Molly’s cunny spasm’s in time with the pulsing of each ejaculation of my cock.
Then we collapsed and slept where we had come to rest after our exertions my cock still inside her cunny.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 07) A Brief Encounter
It was Saturday morning and July had arrived and furthermore it had delivered us a very hot day, the hottest day of the year so far.
I had been ordered to take a few days off from the writing and Georgia had arranged for us to take her two younger sisters swimming in Kiddingstone which was great fun.
We had to do it in the morning as I had to meet Camilla Petersen at the at the Oak Park Hotel at lunchtime, she had called me the previous day about my Uncles estate and said that everything was wrapped up now, we just needed to meet to sign some papers and then it would all be settled.
Camilla said rather than drag me up to London again we could meet in Kiddingstone as she was going to be in the area anyway.
I was disappointed in a way because I thought I might be able to wind up her prudish receptionist again. No matter.
Georgia and I were sat in the Woodman’s Inn beer garden discussing the weekend.
Georgia raised an eye brow when I told her about the hotel meeting.
“Well that’s just the perfect scenario for a dirty old man” she said tongue in cheek.
“Not so much of the old” I protested
“Its alright I don’t mind you shagging other women”
Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow
“I know you do so don’t bother trying to deny it” she said sternly
“I don’t need to know who they are,”
I went to speak but she stopped me
“However I have the following conditions first you never touch my sisters” she said before adding
“Or my mother”
Her sisters were far too young to be candidates for my lust but I hadn’t considered her Mother, she was still an attractive woman.
“And as long as when you’re with me I have your undivided attention”
“Can I look at other women when were together?” I asked
“Yes”
“And can I have lustful thoughts about them?”
“Only if I get the benefit of any resulting erection”
I was just digesting what she had said when I caught site of the barmaid Mandy collecting glasses and at that precise moment she bent over to pick up an empty glass and flashed her thronged twat to the whole garden.
“So if the sight of Amanda Beaumont’s knickers wakes up the beast I get to tame it”
Well that seemed clear enough.
Anyway I had to leave Georgia and the girls swimming in the pool and go and get changed.
It was a very modern facility with modern unisex changing rooms with two long rows of cubicles’ flanked by lockers.
I liked the idea that when I was in a cubicle drying my tackle there was only an inch of MDF separating me from some naked lass drying her young fanny.
I was in a cubicle getting dressed, I only had my shirt left to put on and I could suddenly hear some familiar voices nearby.
The first one was right out side my cubicle door
“Come on Shushu” the voice said it was Aunty Anjuli from the corner shop.
So the other voice had to be the lovely Shulah
“I’m nearly ready Aunty; you go on without me and I will catch you up” Said Shulah
The lovely Shulah from the corner shop was only a few yards away from me wearing a swimsuit.
“Ok I will see you in a minute” Anjuli said moving away.
I left it for a moment or two, listening intently to see if I could detect any movement and when I thought I could hear her close the locker door and pad along the tiled floor I open my door and found I had timed it to perfection as Shulah was right there wearing a black one piece swimsuit and clutching a towel.
“Hello Shushu” I said still stripped to the waist
“Oh Simon” she flustered not quite knowing what to do
“I didn’t know you came here” I said
“Yes we try to do it every month”
I was casting an appreciative eye over her swim suited figure where the expected pert little breasts were there for all to see.
She blushed when she noticed me looking at her titties but made no move to cover them up,
Trying to cover her embarrassment and failing she said
“Do you come here often?”
We both laughed.
“Who’s running the shop this morning if you and Anjuli are both here?” I asked her
“Maisie and Omid” she said
“How is Maisie doing?”
“Very well, she’s a very hard worker; I have to force her to go home”
“That’s because she doesn’t have much of a home to go to” I thought, but I was glad she was doing well.
But none of this could distract me from Shushu’s tits. Or her big black eyes from my naked torso.
“Wow it’s really nice to see out of that shapeless robe” I said
“You look so good”
This made her quite flustered so as I stared into her eyes I took her hand and pulled her gently into the cubicle, closed the door behind her and secured it.
“Auntie will wonder where I am” she said feebly
I ignored her and before she could speak again I kissed her and the moment my lips touched hers she locked onto my mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped me around the neck like a bear trap.
It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.
My hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks.
I sat down on the little bench so she was above me, kissing down into my mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of me, lips still locked limpet like on mine, nostril snorting in air.
My hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect but I knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of the property so I steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where I could sit her down on my lap.
At the moment her bony little arse made contact with my lap our mouths disengaged briefly and she gave me a toothy smile and locked onto me again.
I now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist which I slid slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as I fondled her breast through her swimsuit.
I fondled her little tit for a few minutes, which was nice but I wanted more.
My hand left her breast and went up to her shoulder and grasped the strap.
We stopped kissing and she dropped her arms to her sides and let me pull the shoulder straps down and then she wriggled her skinny arms out one at a time but held the front of the swimsuit in place with her spare hand.
Then she kissed me again briefly before wrapping her arms around me and burying her face in my neck.
Which was when the front of her swimsuit flopped down to finally reveal the two beautiful chocolate confections previously hidden.
They sat there and quivered before my libidinous eyes like little brown muffins topped by large chocolate brown nipples.
As my hand cupped her naked breast and played with her hardening nipples her arms gripped tighter and though her face was still buried deep in my neck I could still hear her murmur.
When I began tiring of her titties I moved my playful hand down across her belly and inside her costume, her body stiffened as my hand progressed but she didn’t resist or halt my progress.
My fingers then disappeared inside the folds of her costume until they reached the coarse hair of her Minge where they dallied before finding her prominent mound and then into the abyss of her cunny, hot and creamy she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at my touch and she grabbed her towels and buried her face in it to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as I stroked her gorgeous wet pussy.
I continued stroking her juicy cunny bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out, audible even through the towel, as she came beneath my touch.
Her thigh’s closed on my hand at the point of climax trapping my hand but my finger were still between her lips and I would have liked to taken her further with my frigging and then finish her with my shaft but I was already late for my meeting and she would be missed by Aunt Anjuli but I knew even before she kissed me a soft and gentle kiss this was only the beginning for us.
I watched as she redressed her lovely titties and then we had an affectionate farewell kiss and I opened the door and she went in search of Anjuli.
I was a few minutes late when I walked up to the Oak Park Hotel I hadn’t been in their before but it clearly wasn’t in the £19 a night category.
I walked into reception and at once spotted Camilla sitting in one of the luxurious arm chairs a very pretty young woman a year or two my senior.
I thought to myself she is definitely on the “yes I would” list and would have been even if I hadn’t just been fondling Shulah half an hour earlier.
She stood up when she saw me and offered her hand to me in greeting with a broad smile and a hearty hello and I accepted them gladly.
Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and she gripped mine firmly and in my large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.
I apologized for my tardiness but she brushed it off.
Pleasantries were exchanged and then she turned away and bade me follow.
I followed her exotic heady fragrance out through the door and down a long the corridor I followed mesmerized by her form and admiring of its perfection.
I had admired her rather delightful arse once before when we met at her offices but today if anything it was even better.
As she strode down the corridor her straight brown hair cascaded onto her shoulders and danced softly there in time with her movement.
She was immaculately dressed in a fitted white silk blouse tucked into the waist of grey flared skirt which complemented her slender frame perfectly her narrow waist and the flaring of her skirt accentuating her hips.
Her pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic and her shapely legs clad in black stockings, if I was not mistaken, and the ensemble finished off with four-inch heels.
To be honest after my grope with Shulah in the cubicle I needed little persuasion to rise to the occasion but after following Camilla down that corridor I was loaded and ready to fire.
Her wonderful plummy tones accompanied me all the way down the corridor until we finally arrived at our destination it was a small meeting room very plush all wood paneling and leather upholstery.
There was a briefcase and a pile of legal papers on the desk which was to be expected but I can tell you I was not expecting what happened next. She drew back the blind at one end of the room and the sunlight spilled through the window and illuminated her form through the white silk, the sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination but just to make sure I hadn’t missed anything she turned first left then right which caused the illumination of her fine unrestrained breasts for me to see perfectly.
All the while this floor show was going on she carried on chatting away in a professional solicitorial manner and then as she closed the blind clearly delighted with the effect she had achieved and walked towards me quite deliberately catching the vent on her skirt momentarily on the edge of the desk showing A glimpse of her stocking top confirming my earlier suspicions.
She was working very hard to seduce me with all of these choreographed moves and she really didn’t have to.
After the warm up with Shulah in the changing rooms I’d have fucked her in reception after hello.
Camilla finally sat down in one of the high backed leather armchairs, opened her briefcase and quickly removed a pen.
Picking up the document from the desk she quickly went through the salient points, leaned forward for me get another good look at her breasts, a couple of signatures and our business was concluded.
At our last meeting she assured me that everything would be tied up with a bow in the coming few weeks.
Well after she had put the papers back in her briefcase, her hand came back out holding lengths of white legal ribbon so it seemed that when she said everything would be tied up with a bow she wasn’t joking.
Camilla got out of her seat and walked behind the chair I was sitting in and when she reappeared she was minus her skirt and her blouse was unbuttoned.
I gave her a good look over and my final appraisal was one of disappointment.
White silk blouse no bra, faultless
The four inch heels and black stockings, very nice indeed, but they were hold ups, stocking go with suspenders,
I then I noticed as she moved around in front of me and the open silk blouse wafted open, I noticed two things which are major point droppers,
First she had a butterfly tattooed on her hip, desecration as far as I’m concerned and second she had trimmed her bush to leave a small square of hair above her mound which quite frankly looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.
She sat down facing me, perching on my knees, and legs astride me, unzipped my fly and tugged out my cock which she toyed with roughly.
“Touch me Simon” she said
She was one of those, I thought, a giver of instructions but I roughly frigged her pussy anyway.
I tried to kiss her
“No don’t kiss me” she said which pissed me off, I liked kissing,
“Rub me Simon” she ordered
“Rub me hard”
This went on for a while I couldn’t say how long it was all a bit tedious really.
Then she got up and took off her blouse and bent down to pick up her ribbons.
She handed them to me and said
“Restrain me Simon, tie me down and punish me”
“Oh God” I said to myself “Bloody games”
I’m not really a game player I like uniforms and sexy underwear, those kind of titillations but basically I’m a meat and potatoes kind of guy I like a good bit of foreplay and then bang.
So I grabbed her arm and marched her behind one of the leather chairs
“Oh yes be rough with me Simon”
That was something that was really getting on my nerves I really didn’t like Instructions.
So quite violently I tipped her forwards over the back of the leather chair so she pivoted on it at the waist.
Then I tied her wrists too tightly to the chairs front legs.
That was when I noticed another tattoo, this time a red rose on the cheek of her arse.
Her magnificent long stockinged legs left dangling over the chair back didn’t even reach the floor.
So I yanked her shoes off and through them across the room then I tied her leg one at a time to the chairs back left resulting in restricting her movement and pulling her cunny open.
My trousers kept falling down so I got rid of them and it was so hot in that room I took everything else off as well.
I looked at her bent over the chair and she looked nicely moist and I thought about noshing her, I do like a good nosh but I kept noticing her tash and that put me right off..
So I slapped her arse instead which made a very satisfactory sound and left a lovely bright red hand print.
“Oh yes punish me”
So I slapped her again
“Oh yes spank me Simon”
Slap, slap
“Spank me harder”
Slap, slap
“Spank me faster”
SLAP
“That’s it” I said and walked round and grabbed her by the hair pulling her head up so she could see me.
“Shut up with the fucking instructions” I said and then I stuck my cock in her mouth
“Chomp on that for a bit and give my ears a rest”
It crossed my mind to just fuck her in the skull and get out of there.
Instead I withdrew from her mouth and I heard her slurp and she dribbled some saliva on the floor.
“Dirty cow” I said
“Yes I am dirty Simon” she said “punish me”
The posh plummy tones of her voice which I found so very seductive were now getting right on my tits.
So I went back in her mouth again and gave her five good deep throated lengths.
I pulled it out of her gob again and she slurped and dribbled again.
I went back behind her and pushed two fingers into her cunny and frigged her quite savagely.
“Spank me Simon” she begged
“Spank me”
God almighty would she never get the fucking message?
Then I had an idea so I got two fingers well and truly greased up with her cum and then I screwed both fingers up her anus.
She let out a sharp yell when they first went into her but then she was just panting through clenched teeth
I thought to myself with satisfaction “try barking out orders through gritted teeth Camilla darling”.
So while I frigged her arse hole with two fingers of my right hand I inserted two fingers of my left up her cunny hole and rubbed her with my thumb simultaneously.
While all that was happening I thought two things first I am really going to need to employ the nail brush tonight and the second thing was that she was having a fit or something.
She was arching her back, her long legs were jerking, her whole body was drenched in sweat and she was almost howling like a wolf through her gritted teeth.
I redoubled my efforts on her behalf and I frigged her harder and harder.
Then she did something I have never been a party to before, I’d heard about it but I’d never actually seen it
She squirted, in fact she squirted rather a lot, and it came out of her like a jet from a fountain.
Her cunny looked like the Mannequin Pis.
So I withdrew from both orifices as she continued dripping her juices onto the carpet.
Then she started again
“Oh Simon that was wonderful”
“Now do this”
“Now do that”
First of all I picked up her grey skirt and wiped my fingers very thoroughly on the front of it where it would definitely show.
Then I went to the desk grabbed her briefcase and emptied its contents all over the table.
“What are you doing?”
“You mustn’t goo in there that’s private”
“For fuck sake shut up”
Now on the table were the signed papers as previously mentioned?’
A pair of flat shoes, black
A pair of tights, black, slightly soiled
A white bra, lacy
A pair of knickers, black, heavily soiled
I picked up the tights while she was still going on about invading her privacy.
I grabbed her by the hair again
“You need to stop giving me instructions ok?”
She nodded
“Now I just made you squirt like a fountain”
“You have never done that before have you?”
She shook her head
“So why in the name of Venus would I need you to tell me what to do”?
“Sorry Simon” she said
“Right open your mouth wide”
She quickly obliged expecting me to give her my cock again but instead I poked the soiled gusset of her tights in her mouth and gagged her, tying the legs behind her head in a bow.
Then I picked up one of the flat shoes and right in front of her face smacked in hard on my palm, her eyes widened like saucers.
Then I returned to her arse end and with the shoe in my right hand I raised it and began.
“No kissing” I said
Whack
“I like kissing”
Whack
“A white bra”
Whack
“With black knickers”
Whack
“Unforgivable”
Whack
“Do you have no class?”
Whack
“A tattoo on your hip”
Whack
“A tattoo on tour arse”
Whack
“Trimming your bush”
Whack
“Either grow it”
Whack
“Or wax it”
I was sure to spread my blows to ensure the colour and pain where well distributed
“Hold ups”
Whack
“No suspenders”
Whack
I paused
“Seriously you do the stockings which look great on your fabulous legs but then you decide on taking a short cut
Talk about spoiling the ship for a ha’porth of tar”
Whack, whack
“Pubes”
Whack
“Trimmed”
Whack
“To look”
Whack
“Like Adolph Hitler’s top lip”
Whack, whack, whack
And then she came though she didn’t squirt this time but she was definitely oozing.
I can tell that at that point I was not intoxicated by her sweet perfume or enveloped in her intoxicating scent
There was a fragrance lingering but it was not something you’d want to put behind your ears.
It was now time for me, I had a bit of a ball ache and a decent erection but this wouldn’t go down as one of the greats.
So I just plugged in and fucked her hard. banging her harder and harder until the chair moved. I wasn’t worried about satisfying her I just wanted to fuck her until I shot my load.
And when I was on the very precipice of ejaculation I pulled out of her slobbering cunny and I spaffed my seed all over her purple buttocks.
I was panting quite hard and leant against the wall momentarily to catch my breath and I could see my cum dripping off her bruised cheeks and dribbling down her stockings.
I thought to myself
“You may have looked quite classy when you walked in here Camilla but you’ll look like a chavvy slag on the way out”
And I picked up her pristine white silk blouse and wiped my cock and balls on it.
Then I got dressed and picked up my copies of the signed documents from the table.
I had thought of just leaving Camilla lying sluttish-ly bent over the chair for the Hotel cleaners to find but I though better of it and undid the ribbons binding her wrists but I left her prone, to figure out how to get up.
Then I slapped her hard on the arse one more time and left.
Normally after a shag I feel ten feet tall, and there are numerous aspects of a carnal event that live in the memory wank bank,
To be recalled on those occasions when you need to relieve yourself, however this particular encounter will not be remembered fondly and even the squirting failed to make the wank bank.
I did though pop bank into the room long enough to take a snapshot on my phone of her sopping, spent form draped over the leather chair like a slutty rag doll, just as a memento of my achievement.
Later that evening as I sat in the Woodman’s Inn beer garden with Georgia my phone buzzed, I picked it up and saw that I had a voice mail, I selected listen now.
“Simon, Camilla Petersen here, just wanted to touch base with you, I thought it was a very fruitful meeting today and I feel it might be mutually beneficial if we were to meet again, soon. Call me on...”
“I don’t think so” I said and deleted it.
“Who was that”? Georgia asked
“Its just one of those “Have you been miss sold PPP? We can help” calls”
I had been ordered to take a few days off from the writing and Georgia had arranged for us to take her two younger sisters swimming in Kiddingstone which was great fun.
We had to do it in the morning as I had to meet Camilla Petersen at the at the Oak Park Hotel at lunchtime, she had called me the previous day about my Uncles estate and said that everything was wrapped up now, we just needed to meet to sign some papers and then it would all be settled.
Camilla said rather than drag me up to London again we could meet in Kiddingstone as she was going to be in the area anyway.
I was disappointed in a way because I thought I might be able to wind up her prudish receptionist again. No matter.
Georgia and I were sat in the Woodman’s Inn beer garden discussing the weekend.
Georgia raised an eye brow when I told her about the hotel meeting.
“Well that’s just the perfect scenario for a dirty old man” she said tongue in cheek.
“Not so much of the old” I protested
“Its alright I don’t mind you shagging other women”
Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow
“I know you do so don’t bother trying to deny it” she said sternly
“I don’t need to know who they are,”
I went to speak but she stopped me
“However I have the following conditions first you never touch my sisters” she said before adding
“Or my mother”
Her sisters were far too young to be candidates for my lust but I hadn’t considered her Mother, she was still an attractive woman.
“And as long as when you’re with me I have your undivided attention”
“Can I look at other women when were together?” I asked
“Yes”
“And can I have lustful thoughts about them?”
“Only if I get the benefit of any resulting erection”
I was just digesting what she had said when I caught site of the barmaid Mandy collecting glasses and at that precise moment she bent over to pick up an empty glass and flashed her thronged twat to the whole garden.
“So if the sight of Amanda Beaumont’s knickers wakes up the beast I get to tame it”
Well that seemed clear enough.
Anyway I had to leave Georgia and the girls swimming in the pool and go and get changed.
It was a very modern facility with modern unisex changing rooms with two long rows of cubicles’ flanked by lockers.
I liked the idea that when I was in a cubicle drying my tackle there was only an inch of MDF separating me from some naked lass drying her young fanny.
I was in a cubicle getting dressed, I only had my shirt left to put on and I could suddenly hear some familiar voices nearby.
The first one was right out side my cubicle door
“Come on Shushu” the voice said it was Aunty Anjuli from the corner shop.
So the other voice had to be the lovely Shulah
“I’m nearly ready Aunty; you go on without me and I will catch you up” Said Shulah
The lovely Shulah from the corner shop was only a few yards away from me wearing a swimsuit.
“Ok I will see you in a minute” Anjuli said moving away.
I left it for a moment or two, listening intently to see if I could detect any movement and when I thought I could hear her close the locker door and pad along the tiled floor I open my door and found I had timed it to perfection as Shulah was right there wearing a black one piece swimsuit and clutching a towel.
“Hello Shushu” I said still stripped to the waist
“Oh Simon” she flustered not quite knowing what to do
“I didn’t know you came here” I said
“Yes we try to do it every month”
I was casting an appreciative eye over her swim suited figure where the expected pert little breasts were there for all to see.
She blushed when she noticed me looking at her titties but made no move to cover them up,
Trying to cover her embarrassment and failing she said
“Do you come here often?”
We both laughed.
“Who’s running the shop this morning if you and Anjuli are both here?” I asked her
“Maisie and Omid” she said
“How is Maisie doing?”
“Very well, she’s a very hard worker; I have to force her to go home”
“That’s because she doesn’t have much of a home to go to” I thought, but I was glad she was doing well.
But none of this could distract me from Shushu’s tits. Or her big black eyes from my naked torso.
“Wow it’s really nice to see out of that shapeless robe” I said
“You look so good”
This made her quite flustered so as I stared into her eyes I took her hand and pulled her gently into the cubicle, closed the door behind her and secured it.
“Auntie will wonder where I am” she said feebly
I ignored her and before she could speak again I kissed her and the moment my lips touched hers she locked onto my mouth like a limpet and her arms gripped me around the neck like a bear trap.
It was a warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion.
My hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks.
I sat down on the little bench so she was above me, kissing down into my mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of me, lips still locked limpet like on mine, nostril snorting in air.
My hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect but I knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of the property so I steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where I could sit her down on my lap.
At the moment her bony little arse made contact with my lap our mouths disengaged briefly and she gave me a toothy smile and locked onto me again.
I now had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist which I slid slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as I fondled her breast through her swimsuit.
I fondled her little tit for a few minutes, which was nice but I wanted more.
My hand left her breast and went up to her shoulder and grasped the strap.
We stopped kissing and she dropped her arms to her sides and let me pull the shoulder straps down and then she wriggled her skinny arms out one at a time but held the front of the swimsuit in place with her spare hand.
Then she kissed me again briefly before wrapping her arms around me and burying her face in my neck.
Which was when the front of her swimsuit flopped down to finally reveal the two beautiful chocolate confections previously hidden.
They sat there and quivered before my libidinous eyes like little brown muffins topped by large chocolate brown nipples.
As my hand cupped her naked breast and played with her hardening nipples her arms gripped tighter and though her face was still buried deep in my neck I could still hear her murmur.
When I began tiring of her titties I moved my playful hand down across her belly and inside her costume, her body stiffened as my hand progressed but she didn’t resist or halt my progress.
My fingers then disappeared inside the folds of her costume until they reached the coarse hair of her Minge where they dallied before finding her prominent mound and then into the abyss of her cunny, hot and creamy she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at my touch and she grabbed her towels and buried her face in it to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as I stroked her gorgeous wet pussy.
I continued stroking her juicy cunny bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she screamed out, audible even through the towel, as she came beneath my touch.
Her thigh’s closed on my hand at the point of climax trapping my hand but my finger were still between her lips and I would have liked to taken her further with my frigging and then finish her with my shaft but I was already late for my meeting and she would be missed by Aunt Anjuli but I knew even before she kissed me a soft and gentle kiss this was only the beginning for us.
I watched as she redressed her lovely titties and then we had an affectionate farewell kiss and I opened the door and she went in search of Anjuli.
I was a few minutes late when I walked up to the Oak Park Hotel I hadn’t been in their before but it clearly wasn’t in the £19 a night category.
I walked into reception and at once spotted Camilla sitting in one of the luxurious arm chairs a very pretty young woman a year or two my senior.
I thought to myself she is definitely on the “yes I would” list and would have been even if I hadn’t just been fondling Shulah half an hour earlier.
She stood up when she saw me and offered her hand to me in greeting with a broad smile and a hearty hello and I accepted them gladly.
Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and she gripped mine firmly and in my large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.
I apologized for my tardiness but she brushed it off.
Pleasantries were exchanged and then she turned away and bade me follow.
I followed her exotic heady fragrance out through the door and down a long the corridor I followed mesmerized by her form and admiring of its perfection.
I had admired her rather delightful arse once before when we met at her offices but today if anything it was even better.
As she strode down the corridor her straight brown hair cascaded onto her shoulders and danced softly there in time with her movement.
She was immaculately dressed in a fitted white silk blouse tucked into the waist of grey flared skirt which complemented her slender frame perfectly her narrow waist and the flaring of her skirt accentuating her hips.
Her pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic and her shapely legs clad in black stockings, if I was not mistaken, and the ensemble finished off with four-inch heels.
To be honest after my grope with Shulah in the cubicle I needed little persuasion to rise to the occasion but after following Camilla down that corridor I was loaded and ready to fire.
Her wonderful plummy tones accompanied me all the way down the corridor until we finally arrived at our destination it was a small meeting room very plush all wood paneling and leather upholstery.
There was a briefcase and a pile of legal papers on the desk which was to be expected but I can tell you I was not expecting what happened next. She drew back the blind at one end of the room and the sunlight spilled through the window and illuminated her form through the white silk, the sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination but just to make sure I hadn’t missed anything she turned first left then right which caused the illumination of her fine unrestrained breasts for me to see perfectly.
All the while this floor show was going on she carried on chatting away in a professional solicitorial manner and then as she closed the blind clearly delighted with the effect she had achieved and walked towards me quite deliberately catching the vent on her skirt momentarily on the edge of the desk showing A glimpse of her stocking top confirming my earlier suspicions.
She was working very hard to seduce me with all of these choreographed moves and she really didn’t have to.
After the warm up with Shulah in the changing rooms I’d have fucked her in reception after hello.
Camilla finally sat down in one of the high backed leather armchairs, opened her briefcase and quickly removed a pen.
Picking up the document from the desk she quickly went through the salient points, leaned forward for me get another good look at her breasts, a couple of signatures and our business was concluded.
At our last meeting she assured me that everything would be tied up with a bow in the coming few weeks.
Well after she had put the papers back in her briefcase, her hand came back out holding lengths of white legal ribbon so it seemed that when she said everything would be tied up with a bow she wasn’t joking.
Camilla got out of her seat and walked behind the chair I was sitting in and when she reappeared she was minus her skirt and her blouse was unbuttoned.
I gave her a good look over and my final appraisal was one of disappointment.
White silk blouse no bra, faultless
The four inch heels and black stockings, very nice indeed, but they were hold ups, stocking go with suspenders,
I then I noticed as she moved around in front of me and the open silk blouse wafted open, I noticed two things which are major point droppers,
First she had a butterfly tattooed on her hip, desecration as far as I’m concerned and second she had trimmed her bush to leave a small square of hair above her mound which quite frankly looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.
She sat down facing me, perching on my knees, and legs astride me, unzipped my fly and tugged out my cock which she toyed with roughly.
“Touch me Simon” she said
She was one of those, I thought, a giver of instructions but I roughly frigged her pussy anyway.
I tried to kiss her
“No don’t kiss me” she said which pissed me off, I liked kissing,
“Rub me Simon” she ordered
“Rub me hard”
This went on for a while I couldn’t say how long it was all a bit tedious really.
Then she got up and took off her blouse and bent down to pick up her ribbons.
She handed them to me and said
“Restrain me Simon, tie me down and punish me”
“Oh God” I said to myself “Bloody games”
I’m not really a game player I like uniforms and sexy underwear, those kind of titillations but basically I’m a meat and potatoes kind of guy I like a good bit of foreplay and then bang.
So I grabbed her arm and marched her behind one of the leather chairs
“Oh yes be rough with me Simon”
That was something that was really getting on my nerves I really didn’t like Instructions.
So quite violently I tipped her forwards over the back of the leather chair so she pivoted on it at the waist.
Then I tied her wrists too tightly to the chairs front legs.
That was when I noticed another tattoo, this time a red rose on the cheek of her arse.
Her magnificent long stockinged legs left dangling over the chair back didn’t even reach the floor.
So I yanked her shoes off and through them across the room then I tied her leg one at a time to the chairs back left resulting in restricting her movement and pulling her cunny open.
My trousers kept falling down so I got rid of them and it was so hot in that room I took everything else off as well.
I looked at her bent over the chair and she looked nicely moist and I thought about noshing her, I do like a good nosh but I kept noticing her tash and that put me right off..
So I slapped her arse instead which made a very satisfactory sound and left a lovely bright red hand print.
“Oh yes punish me”
So I slapped her again
“Oh yes spank me Simon”
Slap, slap
“Spank me harder”
Slap, slap
“Spank me faster”
SLAP
“That’s it” I said and walked round and grabbed her by the hair pulling her head up so she could see me.
“Shut up with the fucking instructions” I said and then I stuck my cock in her mouth
“Chomp on that for a bit and give my ears a rest”
It crossed my mind to just fuck her in the skull and get out of there.
Instead I withdrew from her mouth and I heard her slurp and she dribbled some saliva on the floor.
“Dirty cow” I said
“Yes I am dirty Simon” she said “punish me”
The posh plummy tones of her voice which I found so very seductive were now getting right on my tits.
So I went back in her mouth again and gave her five good deep throated lengths.
I pulled it out of her gob again and she slurped and dribbled again.
I went back behind her and pushed two fingers into her cunny and frigged her quite savagely.
“Spank me Simon” she begged
“Spank me”
God almighty would she never get the fucking message?
Then I had an idea so I got two fingers well and truly greased up with her cum and then I screwed both fingers up her anus.
She let out a sharp yell when they first went into her but then she was just panting through clenched teeth
I thought to myself with satisfaction “try barking out orders through gritted teeth Camilla darling”.
So while I frigged her arse hole with two fingers of my right hand I inserted two fingers of my left up her cunny hole and rubbed her with my thumb simultaneously.
While all that was happening I thought two things first I am really going to need to employ the nail brush tonight and the second thing was that she was having a fit or something.
She was arching her back, her long legs were jerking, her whole body was drenched in sweat and she was almost howling like a wolf through her gritted teeth.
I redoubled my efforts on her behalf and I frigged her harder and harder.
Then she did something I have never been a party to before, I’d heard about it but I’d never actually seen it
She squirted, in fact she squirted rather a lot, and it came out of her like a jet from a fountain.
Her cunny looked like the Mannequin Pis.
So I withdrew from both orifices as she continued dripping her juices onto the carpet.
Then she started again
“Oh Simon that was wonderful”
“Now do this”
“Now do that”
First of all I picked up her grey skirt and wiped my fingers very thoroughly on the front of it where it would definitely show.
Then I went to the desk grabbed her briefcase and emptied its contents all over the table.
“What are you doing?”
“You mustn’t goo in there that’s private”
“For fuck sake shut up”
Now on the table were the signed papers as previously mentioned?’
A pair of flat shoes, black
A pair of tights, black, slightly soiled
A white bra, lacy
A pair of knickers, black, heavily soiled
I picked up the tights while she was still going on about invading her privacy.
I grabbed her by the hair again
“You need to stop giving me instructions ok?”
She nodded
“Now I just made you squirt like a fountain”
“You have never done that before have you?”
She shook her head
“So why in the name of Venus would I need you to tell me what to do”?
“Sorry Simon” she said
“Right open your mouth wide”
She quickly obliged expecting me to give her my cock again but instead I poked the soiled gusset of her tights in her mouth and gagged her, tying the legs behind her head in a bow.
Then I picked up one of the flat shoes and right in front of her face smacked in hard on my palm, her eyes widened like saucers.
Then I returned to her arse end and with the shoe in my right hand I raised it and began.
“No kissing” I said
Whack
“I like kissing”
Whack
“A white bra”
Whack
“With black knickers”
Whack
“Unforgivable”
Whack
“Do you have no class?”
Whack
“A tattoo on your hip”
Whack
“A tattoo on tour arse”
Whack
“Trimming your bush”
Whack
“Either grow it”
Whack
“Or wax it”
I was sure to spread my blows to ensure the colour and pain where well distributed
“Hold ups”
Whack
“No suspenders”
Whack
I paused
“Seriously you do the stockings which look great on your fabulous legs but then you decide on taking a short cut
Talk about spoiling the ship for a ha’porth of tar”
Whack, whack
“Pubes”
Whack
“Trimmed”
Whack
“To look”
Whack
“Like Adolph Hitler’s top lip”
Whack, whack, whack
And then she came though she didn’t squirt this time but she was definitely oozing.
I can tell that at that point I was not intoxicated by her sweet perfume or enveloped in her intoxicating scent
There was a fragrance lingering but it was not something you’d want to put behind your ears.
It was now time for me, I had a bit of a ball ache and a decent erection but this wouldn’t go down as one of the greats.
So I just plugged in and fucked her hard. banging her harder and harder until the chair moved. I wasn’t worried about satisfying her I just wanted to fuck her until I shot my load.
And when I was on the very precipice of ejaculation I pulled out of her slobbering cunny and I spaffed my seed all over her purple buttocks.
I was panting quite hard and leant against the wall momentarily to catch my breath and I could see my cum dripping off her bruised cheeks and dribbling down her stockings.
I thought to myself
“You may have looked quite classy when you walked in here Camilla but you’ll look like a chavvy slag on the way out”
And I picked up her pristine white silk blouse and wiped my cock and balls on it.
Then I got dressed and picked up my copies of the signed documents from the table.
I had thought of just leaving Camilla lying sluttish-ly bent over the chair for the Hotel cleaners to find but I though better of it and undid the ribbons binding her wrists but I left her prone, to figure out how to get up.
Then I slapped her hard on the arse one more time and left.
Normally after a shag I feel ten feet tall, and there are numerous aspects of a carnal event that live in the memory wank bank,
To be recalled on those occasions when you need to relieve yourself, however this particular encounter will not be remembered fondly and even the squirting failed to make the wank bank.
I did though pop bank into the room long enough to take a snapshot on my phone of her sopping, spent form draped over the leather chair like a slutty rag doll, just as a memento of my achievement.
Later that evening as I sat in the Woodman’s Inn beer garden with Georgia my phone buzzed, I picked it up and saw that I had a voice mail, I selected listen now.
“Simon, Camilla Petersen here, just wanted to touch base with you, I thought it was a very fruitful meeting today and I feel it might be mutually beneficial if we were to meet again, soon. Call me on...”
“I don’t think so” I said and deleted it.
“Who was that”? Georgia asked
“Its just one of those “Have you been miss sold PPP? We can help” calls”
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