After fucking Andrea awake in the half-light of morning we spent the rest of the day in each other’s company.
It was fairly mundane if I’m honest she did her washing and ironing while I pottered around in my study.
Being a writer of erotic novels; bodice rippers and slutty romances, well being a writer of any kind was the same, meant I could pick it up and put it down whenever I wanted so to speak and suited the day very well indeed.
However the mundanity of the day was more than compensated for by the nerve tingling sexual interludes, which were numerous, and as far from the mundane as it was possible to get.
She wanted to make the most of the time we had together as well as packing for the journey.
Her time with me was up all too soon and Andrea left my house on the morning of the 30th of December and she travelled to China the next day and although I never saw her again she left an indelible impression on me.
I spent the rest of the day in reflective mood and felt a little saddened by Andrea’s departure.
However Georgia’s return from Lincoln on Sunday afternoon shook me violently from my torpor.
Baring in mind the village was shrouded in freezing fog she rightly arrived at my house wearing the usual winter apparel, namely boots, woollen socks, long winter coat, hat, scarf and gloves.
So far so good, however when she removed the afore mentioned winter garb she was completely naked save for the black thigh length socks.
She then proceeded to shag my brains out for the remainder of the day.
“You missed me then”? I asked after her first assault.
The next day was New Years Eve and I spent a very pleasant day with Georgia and we didn’t do a thing all day except slob around and watch old movies, it was great.
And when I say we didn’t do anything, I meant that as well.
Georgia had a visitor, which is probably why she was so horny the day before.
I wasn’t big on New Years Eve, it was not a time that held any deep significance for me and I was normally feeling a bit jaded by the time it arrived and this year was certainly no exception
I would have preferred to have spent the evening in the same vane as the rest of the day, a cosy intimate evening with Georgia would have been nice but she was working at the club.
She always worked when there was a big do on.
Georgia wasn’t really a New Years Eve person either but working at the club that night was a good earner.
With her wages for the night and her share of the tips she could easily earn Januarys rent money.
We had a meal together and then I walked Georgia home about six thirty.
This gave her more than enough time to get ready.
I offered to give her a lift to the club later but her dad had already offered but she did want me to pick her up later though.
So I settled down to a quite evening on my own.
I had my laptop to hand and I worked for about an hour just briefly committing a few ideas to paper so to speak.
Brief outlines for future stories about recent encounters.
The rest of the time I watched TV and picked at any and all of the nibbles within reach.
I couldn’t have a drink because I was driving to the club to pick Georgia up in the early hours.
By ten o’clock I was feeling a bit restless and decided to take a shower.
It was about an hour later as I was coming down the stairs when the doorbell rang.
I had no idea who it might be I certainly wasn’t expecting anyone.
When I opened the door I was surprised to see Pandora standing on the doorstep in full evening wear.
Over her shoulder I could see a taxi pulling away.
“Hello” I said with genuine surprise
“Hello Darling” Pandora said, “Can I come in? Its bloody freezing”
“Of course” I said fussily “come in, come in”
Once inside she slipped off her stole and walked through to the lounge
She looked absolutely gorgeous in a full-length black evening dress.
As usual she was perfectly accessorized with long elbow length gloves clutch purse etcetera, I imagined her to be fully accessorized under the dress as well.
“You’re a bit overdressed even for chez Fisher,” I observed mentally undressing her and trying to imagine exactly what underwear she was wearing.
“I know” Pandora said as she sat down “I was going to the New Year Ball but…”
“But?” I asked
“I couldn’t face everyone quizzing me about Graham”
“About what?” I quizzed
“I’m divorcing him” she replied, “I don’t want him back, I’m moving on”
“I’m sorry,” I said inadequately
“I’m not” Pandora said surprisingly “though its your fault in a way”
“Then I should be sorry,” I admitted
“No, You opened my eyes and showed me that I’m still an attractive woman, still a sexy woman, Graham didn’t appreciate that, and I need to be with someone who see’s me the way that you do”
I raised my eyebrows-
“Oh don’t worry I’m not looking to shack up with you, having you on tap would kill me”
She said and laughed
“A session with you is like Zumba and Pilates combined. You’d shag me into an early grave”
She continued and laughed again
When she finally stopped and dabbed at the tears from her eyes she said
“So I couldn’t face the ball”
“Well you’re welcome to wine and dine here,” I said
“Well thank you kind sir” Pandy said “Lead me to the wine”
I walked to the kitchen opened the fridge and took out an open bottle of wine.
I took two large wine glasses from the cupboard and filled one with wine and the other with lemonade.
When I returned to the lounge Pandora stood up and walked towards me.
I expected her to take the wine glass from my hand but instead she walked between my outstretched hands and kissed me.
As we were in the middle of the room so I couldn’t put the drinks down or prevent her unzipping my fly and pulling my cock out through the opening.
Not that I wanted to stop her.
I was quite happy to be stood in the middle of the room being passionately kissed while she gently wanked me with her gloved hand.
As soon as she had stroked my cock up to a satisfactory state of arousal she stopped kissing me, took the wine glass from my hand and nonchalantly took a leisurely drink while still massaging my manhood.
She smiled at me mischievously before releasing my swollen member and walked over to the sofa where she stood with her back to me.
Knowing full well I would follow and as I did I put down my own drink so I would have both hands free to grapple with her.
As I stepped up behind her she giggled and while I unzipped the back of her dress she drained her glass.
Once I had her dress opened to her waist I slipped my hands inside, she let out a long steady exhale of breath as my hands reached theirs targets and greedily groped her beautiful breasts and played with her stiffening nipples.
Pandora wasn’t giggling anymore and she dropped the empty wine glass onto the sofa.
She slipped her arms through the dresses sleeves and let it fall from her.
It settled about her waist but with a delicious wiggle of her hips it fell in an untidy heap around her ankles.
She stepped out of the remnants of her attire and kicked the black bundle aside with one stilettoe’d foot leaving her dressed in evening gloves, stockings, suspenders and black silk knickers.
I kissed her neck while my hands were still busily engaged with her tits.
Then to my great surprised she said
"Do me like you did the first time" and she stood on tiptoe leaning over the sofa in the same way she leant over the fallen tree trunk in the wood beside the 17th green.
The result of which was a perfect view of her black silk clad arse.
Pandora wriggled her way along the sofa back, which produced a delightful quiver of her buttocks.
I stood looking on at the magnificent view of her black clad buttocks jiggling before my lascivious eyes as I completely undressed
Pandy wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor
And a little of her bare arse was visible then to my absolute delight in an effort to prevent her overbalancing her left leg shot out side ways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her cheeks.
“Gorgeous” I thought.
Pandora wriggled again on the simulated log and wispy strands of curly hair appeared visible against her black panties.
And I remembered how on that summer day the same sight confirmed my Holy Trinity, a wild and untamed beaver, a natural blonde and the collar and cuffs matched.
I moved in closer and stared at her crotch.
Then one final wriggle and there it was.
I was staring libidinously at her moist Minge, though not my first glimpse of Pandora’s Box it was deliciously inviting.
I prepared my approach so I could slip my two fingers straight between her lips into her creamy crevice
“There” I said as my fingers entered her damp crack
“oh Simon” she purred “Mmmm”
the first time I fingered her gash in the woods she was only slightly moist but she lathered up very quickly to my ministrations tonight though she was already dripping.
I stopped fingering her and removed my wet fingers from her creamy crack a few millimetres and she instantly wriggled backwards until her pussy touched my digits and began rubbing her pussy against my static fingers.
Pandora was moaning rhythmically to my touch the tone of her moans was as syrupy as her pussy.
Then I brought her to climax and it was time to fuck her.
As I continued to stroke her quim with one hands I pulled back my foreskin to expose my purple helmet.
Then I pushed my thumb inside the leg of her panties and pulled the silk aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny, she moaned as I then rubbed my knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened colourfully in the twinkling light from the Christmas tree I repeated this again and again and each time her moan grew louder then she could wait no longer and she wriggled back towards me like a slippery fish and slid down my shaft letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as I entered, her velvet juices immersed my member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
She gripped on to the sofa as I pounded her pussy from behind.
I reached up and greedily groped and squeezed her tits again.
Her moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as my rhythm increased until she screamed and her body shuddered and tensed moments before I shot into her, my cock was still twitching inside her hot pussy as she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.
After a moment or two, I kissed her on the neck as I slowly withdrew my cock from her comfortable cunt and she sighed again.
“Now that’s what I call a News Years Eve Ball,” she exclaimed.
I patted her arse and went to the kitchen to get us another drink to toast the New Year, it was almost midnight.
When I returned I sat on the sofa across the room and looked over at Pandora still clinging onto the Sofa.
Pandy was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position I left her in after I pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg twitched.
I smiled wryly at the exhausted Pandora and the Christmas lights dancing amidst the bejewelled patch around her Minge as I picked up the TV remote and switched on.
After a few minutes and several more satisfied sighs Pandora
slid herself off the sofa and on unsteady legs tottered her way towards me and she giggled.
I offered her glass and she took a drink and with a distinct leer dribbled wine onto my wilting cock.
Pandora giggled as she sank to her knees and began licking the wine from my now stirring beast.
“New Year New Me”. I was thinking as she began sucking on me
If this is to be my last indiscretion before my rebirth into monogamy then lets make it a doozy
Pandora finished licking every last drop of wine from my genitalia and had sucked me up until I was ready for action and stood up in front of me.
“Knickers” I said
“What?” she responded.
“Knickers off this time hon” I told her
“Oh” she said giggling and blushing as she slipped the black silk knickers off before climbing onto my waiting cock to the accompaniment of Big Ben chiming.
And Pandora rode me from one year to the next.
Saturday, 19 January 2013
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 46) Leaving For The Missions
As usual St Lucy’s was well attended for Midnight Mass, despite the bitter cold.
And to the great delight of everyone in attendance Reverend Katy Oliver led the service.
After the mass was over we all gathered at the rear of the church and shared the peace.
Then Georgia went home, sticky lipped, to her parent’s house and I went home alone.
Christmas morning began with a frosty glaze decorating the rooftops and lightly dusting the evergreens.
And as the bells rang out to celebrate the birth of the Lord the joyous faithful arrived under a clear blue sky.
It was a most glorious Christmas morning and my spirits were high.
I met Georgia outside St Lucy’s and kissed her lovingly in the sunshine before we went inside to join the rest of the Gregory’s.
It was an excellent service with Katy Oliver back to her very best while Robert Hunter graciously took a back seat.
Afterwards it took some while for the Church to empty as everyone wanted to share their best wishes with Katy and she was clearly over come with all the attention.
In the days preceding Christmas she had also been inundated with invitations to share Christmas dinner and was quite overwhelmed by people’s kindness.
In the end she accepted Victoria Braithwaite’s invitation and enjoyed a wonderful Christmas lunch with Victoria and Maisie, which was to be Katy Oliver’s final Christmas as the vicar of Bushy Down.
After I left the church and said my goodbyes I spent the rest of the day at the Gregory’s.
Where I ate too much, drank too much and left just before I over stayed my welcome but still returned home quite late.
On Boxing Day we were invited to my Parents house for the day but due to a mix up between Georgia and I as to who the designated driver was, we both got pissed and had to stay the night.
This caused a bit of a reshuffle on the accommodation front due to my mother’s insistence that we sleep in separate rooms.
Not just because my mother was a good Christian woman but for the simple reason that as a writer of pornography, even if its disguised as adult literature, I could not be relied upon not to disgrace myself and degrade Georgia under her roof.
The result of this meant Georgia shared the spare room with my cousin and fuck buddy Molly while I was enduring our enforced separation on the lounge sofa.
I found it difficult to drop off, partly because it wasn’t very comfortable but mainly because my head was full of images of my girlfriend sharing a bed with my bi-sexual cousin.
Which had given me a major hard on.
After tossing and turning for about an hour my erection had began to abate but that urge was merely replaced by an acute need to pee.
I tiptoed my way upstairs to the loo and relieved myself.
I was yawning as I stepped back onto the landing not really paying attention and I bumped into Molly coming the other way.
Who pushed me back into the bathroom and planted a wet sensual kiss on my lips, this immediately relit the fire in my loins.
And as my cock was pressing into her flesh I made a move to grope her tits but she pushed me away.
“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly
“I’m on the blob anyway,” she continued as she pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo.
Molly then proceeded to pee; this did nothing to diminish my erection as I always found it inexplicably arousing.
Molly obviously noticed my cock twitch in my pants because after she wiped herself dry she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and pulled me closer.
Once she had me standing in front of her Molly began pulling my pants down and she licked her lips as my cock uncurled itself from its confinement.
Then she reached out and grabbed hold of it and kissed my helmet.
For the first time she took her eyes off my cock and looked at my face as she played with me and said.
“This is for Christmas”
I closed my eyes as she gently tugged on me and I felt delicate soft kisses on my sensitive knob.
“This was a real Christmas surprise,” I thought as her tongue flicked around my helmet in quick feather light licks.
Until all at once in one smooth slurping instant I was in her mouth.
I could feel Molly’s fingers still caressing my shaft lightly and
I looked down just as my glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled wickedly before devouring me again with her hot mouth.
I could see the bulge of my cock in her cheek as she sucked on me.
Her fingers tightened their grip on my shaft as her lips slurped around my cock.
“Oh that’s so nice Moll,” I gasped
“It’s a shame she’s on the blob,” I thought as I was fast approaching the point of no return but I could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she had already decided what she wanted to do.
I had one hand on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her hair while the other caressed her bulging cheek.
Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of my shaft and she was tugging on me furiously.
Then Molly took one final pause for air before my saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her lips again and her mouth sealed tight around my throbbing cock.
Snorting through her nose, her mouth joined her busy fingers in the rhythmic wanking of my cock.
I was so close now and Molly could sense it and she was going at me like fury,
So close, so close
“Oh Molly”
My buttocks clenched tight
Closer, closer
“Babe, Babe”
And then my hands were pulling her head onto me as I shot my load into her mouth and her eager lips sucked me dry.
Molly was still sucking and licking at the last of my seed before her lips smacked one last time as she released my shaft.
“Merry Christmas” She said
“And a Happy New Year” I responded as she gave my helmet one final licking suck.
A moment before we left the bathroom Molly asked
“If I wasn’t on the rag would you have fucked me with the gorgeous Georgia just down the hall?”
I answered her question with another question
“If you weren’t on the rag would you have tried giving Georgia head and wishing her a Happy Christmas”?
Thursday in contrast to the previous two, was a very quiet and uneventful day.
We left my mums shortly after breakfast and had a clear run back to the village.
Feeling rather fragile we recovered from our overindulgences and had a quieter day of television and slobbery.
We retired early and made gentle tender love.
On Friday morning Georgia left the house early to go home as the whole family was off to Lincoln to visit relatives, they would be back some time on Sunday.
I thought I might knuckle down and put pen to paper so to speak and make some headway into the backlog which would keep Gordon happy at least.
But just as I sat down at my desk Mum phoned
“Could Andrea stay for a couple of nights before leaving for the missions”?
Andrea could most certainly stay for a couple of nights; I got a very distinct trouser tickle just at the thought of it.
She would be arriving some time that afternoon so I went off and made up the spare bed for her though I hoped we wouldn’t be needing it.
Unfortunately the weather had taken a turn for the worse with heavy snow moving across from the east.
I had spoken to Georgia several time during the day and they managed to avoid the snow in the main And they had got some way north before the weather closed in so they at least had made it to Lincoln safely.
I had no way of knowing however where Andrea was I didn’t even know where she was coming from.
I didn’t even have a phone number for her.
I phoned mum about seven o’clock and she did have a phone number but all she could do was leave a voice mail as she wasn’t picking up.
Then about an hour later I had a call from Miranda Goodman’s brother to say that Miranda and Andrea were stuck on the M11 in heavy snow and would get to me as soon as they could.
They finally arrived a little after eleven o’clock with the snow falling fast again.
Due to the lateness of the hour and the treacherous conditions I insisted Miranda stay the night, which meant sadly that I wouldn’t be exploring amidst Andreas unruly pubes.
I left them both in the kitchen making a hot drink while I went up stairs to make up a bed for Miranda in the box room.
It was a bit frustrating having the expectancy all day of enjoying Andrea’s delightful bod only to be denied it by my own generosity.
It was the only thing to do though under the circumstances.
I would just have to go to bed with the same nagging want that I had the night before but this time however there was no Molly to suck me off in the bathroom in the dead of night.
Georgia was hundreds of miles away and unable to slake my thirst.
The only consolation was that I thought Andrea might be lying under the duvet just as horny and disappointed as I was.
I had a very disturbed nights sleep full of erotic imagery.
Past and present lovers dressed as snowflakes frolicking before me.
Molly and Georgia enjoying a sixty-nine on a sheepskin rug, Shula bent naked over the shop counter wearing nothing but fairy wings.
In fact every woman I had ever had or wanted to have appeared during the course of the night.
As a result I awoke the next morning un-rested and very, very horny.
I decided to get up and shower in an attempt to buck me up, but although I felt clean and fresh it merely masked my fatigue.
I slipped on my dressing gown and I went downstairs and was surprised to find Miranda sitting at the kitchen table nursing a mug of coffee.
“Morning” I said far more brightly than I felt “Sleep well?”
“Good morning Simon, yes very well thank you” she replied formally before continuing
“I hope it was ok, but I made myself breakfast”
“Yes of course it was” I replied as I looked out the window.
“It’s stopped snowing then?” I observed
“Yes” she replied, “I’m going to make a move shortly, get while the going is good as it were”
She smiled broadly after her statement
I didn’t know if it was because I was feeling so washed out or not but Miranda certainly appeared to be a much brighter person than I was expecting compared the Ms Frosty knickers that I met the last time she was here.
While Miranda was outside defrosting the Morris Minor I sat at the kitchen table drinking a coffee when it finally dawned on me what Miranda’s early departure meant.
A revisit to the Missionary position.
Miranda came back inside after warming up the car
“I won’t disturb Andréa,” she said
“Why not”? I thought I’m going to the minute you’ve gone
“She could use the rest,” she continued
“Good idea” I agreed
“Well I will see you on Sunday” she said “Bless you for your kindness”
I watched the Morris Minor drive away then waited for five minutes before I ascended the stairs.
I gently opened the bedroom door and tiptoed inside; I could see her pajama trousers lying draped on the foot of the bed.
The first thought to enter my mind was that she had removed them in order to allow her ease of access to her pussy to satisfy herself after the disappointed of not getting rogered.
I slipped off my dressing gown and let it drop to the floor my pants followed close behind and I got under the duvet and cuddled up close to her and I was delighted to find her naked below the waist.
Andrea was on her side with her back to me and my first thought was to spoon her but instead I backed away and rolled her gently onto her back.
I kissed her lips but got no response so I un-buttoned her pajama jacket all the way down to the bottom.
Once I had dealt with the final button I slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great tome.
I looked down on her in the half-light and admired both her body and my craft.
Her breasts had all but disappeared but her nipples sat there invitingly so I took the nearest one into my mouth and sucked on it gently.
Andrea murmured softly but she didn’t waken but my suckling was obviously fueling an erotic dream.
I left her erect swollen nipple wet with my saliva and watched her sleeping face as my hand drifted across her belly to her curly bush.
I dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she still slept.
After a moment my finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
She murmured again in response to my fingering but despite my attentions she still remained asleep.
Having reached the point where I couldn’t have got her any wetter if I fingered her all night and not awakened her I decided to mount her.
I carefully positioned myself between her thighs and slid my cock between her sticky lips all the way up to my aching balls and she sucked in air through her teeth.
The first stroke just added to her already lip creaming dream.
The second had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath me and lick her lips.
The third brought her to that ecstatic point, that hinterland between erotic dream and sensual reality,
Unsure if she vividly dreaming of receiving cock or if she was actually receiving cock.
However the fourth penetration left her in no doubt as she open her eyes and knew for sure that I was inside of her.
She smiled at me then closed her eyes again as I penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a river bank.
Each penetration made her squirm beneath me
A few strokes later she came deliciously noisily.
Spurred on by her audible appreciation of my efforts I went at her harder and faster and her knuckles whitened as she was gripping the headboard.
As she moaned and writhed beneath me she came again and I was getting close to the summit myself and as I quickened my pace on her pussy her utterances were growing higher in frequency and as I reached the threshold of my own conclusion
“Oh Godddd Simon” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath me I emptied myself into her hot pulsating pussy.
“I wasn’t expecting that” she panted.
I withdrew and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to me.
“If you weren’t expecting it why didn’t you have your bottoms on?” I asked puzzled
“I took them off because I thought you would come to see me last night” she replied, “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to with Miranda in the house in case she heard us,” I said
“You didn’t need to worry” Andrea added, “She’s a bit deaf and she sleeps like the dead”
“Never mind I got here eventually,” I said
“Mmmmm” Andrea replied
And to the great delight of everyone in attendance Reverend Katy Oliver led the service.
After the mass was over we all gathered at the rear of the church and shared the peace.
Then Georgia went home, sticky lipped, to her parent’s house and I went home alone.
Christmas morning began with a frosty glaze decorating the rooftops and lightly dusting the evergreens.
And as the bells rang out to celebrate the birth of the Lord the joyous faithful arrived under a clear blue sky.
It was a most glorious Christmas morning and my spirits were high.
I met Georgia outside St Lucy’s and kissed her lovingly in the sunshine before we went inside to join the rest of the Gregory’s.
It was an excellent service with Katy Oliver back to her very best while Robert Hunter graciously took a back seat.
Afterwards it took some while for the Church to empty as everyone wanted to share their best wishes with Katy and she was clearly over come with all the attention.
In the days preceding Christmas she had also been inundated with invitations to share Christmas dinner and was quite overwhelmed by people’s kindness.
In the end she accepted Victoria Braithwaite’s invitation and enjoyed a wonderful Christmas lunch with Victoria and Maisie, which was to be Katy Oliver’s final Christmas as the vicar of Bushy Down.
After I left the church and said my goodbyes I spent the rest of the day at the Gregory’s.
Where I ate too much, drank too much and left just before I over stayed my welcome but still returned home quite late.
On Boxing Day we were invited to my Parents house for the day but due to a mix up between Georgia and I as to who the designated driver was, we both got pissed and had to stay the night.
This caused a bit of a reshuffle on the accommodation front due to my mother’s insistence that we sleep in separate rooms.
Not just because my mother was a good Christian woman but for the simple reason that as a writer of pornography, even if its disguised as adult literature, I could not be relied upon not to disgrace myself and degrade Georgia under her roof.
The result of this meant Georgia shared the spare room with my cousin and fuck buddy Molly while I was enduring our enforced separation on the lounge sofa.
I found it difficult to drop off, partly because it wasn’t very comfortable but mainly because my head was full of images of my girlfriend sharing a bed with my bi-sexual cousin.
Which had given me a major hard on.
After tossing and turning for about an hour my erection had began to abate but that urge was merely replaced by an acute need to pee.
I tiptoed my way upstairs to the loo and relieved myself.
I was yawning as I stepped back onto the landing not really paying attention and I bumped into Molly coming the other way.
Who pushed me back into the bathroom and planted a wet sensual kiss on my lips, this immediately relit the fire in my loins.
And as my cock was pressing into her flesh I made a move to grope her tits but she pushed me away.
“We can’t be doing that,” she said indignantly
“I’m on the blob anyway,” she continued as she pulled down her knickers and sat on the loo.
Molly then proceeded to pee; this did nothing to diminish my erection as I always found it inexplicably arousing.
Molly obviously noticed my cock twitch in my pants because after she wiped herself dry she slipped her fingers inside the waistband and pulled me closer.
Once she had me standing in front of her Molly began pulling my pants down and she licked her lips as my cock uncurled itself from its confinement.
Then she reached out and grabbed hold of it and kissed my helmet.
For the first time she took her eyes off my cock and looked at my face as she played with me and said.
“This is for Christmas”
I closed my eyes as she gently tugged on me and I felt delicate soft kisses on my sensitive knob.
“This was a real Christmas surprise,” I thought as her tongue flicked around my helmet in quick feather light licks.
Until all at once in one smooth slurping instant I was in her mouth.
I could feel Molly’s fingers still caressing my shaft lightly and
I looked down just as my glistening wet knob reappeared accompanied by a sucking sound, she looked up and smiled wickedly before devouring me again with her hot mouth.
I could see the bulge of my cock in her cheek as she sucked on me.
Her fingers tightened their grip on my shaft as her lips slurped around my cock.
“Oh that’s so nice Moll,” I gasped
“It’s a shame she’s on the blob,” I thought as I was fast approaching the point of no return but I could tell by the lip smacking and slurping that she had already decided what she wanted to do.
I had one hand on the back of her head; fingers threaded amongst her hair while the other caressed her bulging cheek.
Her fingers were gripped tight around the base of my shaft and she was tugging on me furiously.
Then Molly took one final pause for air before my saliva soaked cock slipped comfortably between her lips again and her mouth sealed tight around my throbbing cock.
Snorting through her nose, her mouth joined her busy fingers in the rhythmic wanking of my cock.
I was so close now and Molly could sense it and she was going at me like fury,
So close, so close
“Oh Molly”
My buttocks clenched tight
Closer, closer
“Babe, Babe”
And then my hands were pulling her head onto me as I shot my load into her mouth and her eager lips sucked me dry.
Molly was still sucking and licking at the last of my seed before her lips smacked one last time as she released my shaft.
“Merry Christmas” She said
“And a Happy New Year” I responded as she gave my helmet one final licking suck.
A moment before we left the bathroom Molly asked
“If I wasn’t on the rag would you have fucked me with the gorgeous Georgia just down the hall?”
I answered her question with another question
“If you weren’t on the rag would you have tried giving Georgia head and wishing her a Happy Christmas”?
Thursday in contrast to the previous two, was a very quiet and uneventful day.
We left my mums shortly after breakfast and had a clear run back to the village.
Feeling rather fragile we recovered from our overindulgences and had a quieter day of television and slobbery.
We retired early and made gentle tender love.
On Friday morning Georgia left the house early to go home as the whole family was off to Lincoln to visit relatives, they would be back some time on Sunday.
I thought I might knuckle down and put pen to paper so to speak and make some headway into the backlog which would keep Gordon happy at least.
But just as I sat down at my desk Mum phoned
“Could Andrea stay for a couple of nights before leaving for the missions”?
Andrea could most certainly stay for a couple of nights; I got a very distinct trouser tickle just at the thought of it.
She would be arriving some time that afternoon so I went off and made up the spare bed for her though I hoped we wouldn’t be needing it.
Unfortunately the weather had taken a turn for the worse with heavy snow moving across from the east.
I had spoken to Georgia several time during the day and they managed to avoid the snow in the main And they had got some way north before the weather closed in so they at least had made it to Lincoln safely.
I had no way of knowing however where Andrea was I didn’t even know where she was coming from.
I didn’t even have a phone number for her.
I phoned mum about seven o’clock and she did have a phone number but all she could do was leave a voice mail as she wasn’t picking up.
Then about an hour later I had a call from Miranda Goodman’s brother to say that Miranda and Andrea were stuck on the M11 in heavy snow and would get to me as soon as they could.
They finally arrived a little after eleven o’clock with the snow falling fast again.
Due to the lateness of the hour and the treacherous conditions I insisted Miranda stay the night, which meant sadly that I wouldn’t be exploring amidst Andreas unruly pubes.
I left them both in the kitchen making a hot drink while I went up stairs to make up a bed for Miranda in the box room.
It was a bit frustrating having the expectancy all day of enjoying Andrea’s delightful bod only to be denied it by my own generosity.
It was the only thing to do though under the circumstances.
I would just have to go to bed with the same nagging want that I had the night before but this time however there was no Molly to suck me off in the bathroom in the dead of night.
Georgia was hundreds of miles away and unable to slake my thirst.
The only consolation was that I thought Andrea might be lying under the duvet just as horny and disappointed as I was.
I had a very disturbed nights sleep full of erotic imagery.
Past and present lovers dressed as snowflakes frolicking before me.
Molly and Georgia enjoying a sixty-nine on a sheepskin rug, Shula bent naked over the shop counter wearing nothing but fairy wings.
In fact every woman I had ever had or wanted to have appeared during the course of the night.
As a result I awoke the next morning un-rested and very, very horny.
I decided to get up and shower in an attempt to buck me up, but although I felt clean and fresh it merely masked my fatigue.
I slipped on my dressing gown and I went downstairs and was surprised to find Miranda sitting at the kitchen table nursing a mug of coffee.
“Morning” I said far more brightly than I felt “Sleep well?”
“Good morning Simon, yes very well thank you” she replied formally before continuing
“I hope it was ok, but I made myself breakfast”
“Yes of course it was” I replied as I looked out the window.
“It’s stopped snowing then?” I observed
“Yes” she replied, “I’m going to make a move shortly, get while the going is good as it were”
She smiled broadly after her statement
I didn’t know if it was because I was feeling so washed out or not but Miranda certainly appeared to be a much brighter person than I was expecting compared the Ms Frosty knickers that I met the last time she was here.
While Miranda was outside defrosting the Morris Minor I sat at the kitchen table drinking a coffee when it finally dawned on me what Miranda’s early departure meant.
A revisit to the Missionary position.
Miranda came back inside after warming up the car
“I won’t disturb Andréa,” she said
“Why not”? I thought I’m going to the minute you’ve gone
“She could use the rest,” she continued
“Good idea” I agreed
“Well I will see you on Sunday” she said “Bless you for your kindness”
I watched the Morris Minor drive away then waited for five minutes before I ascended the stairs.
I gently opened the bedroom door and tiptoed inside; I could see her pajama trousers lying draped on the foot of the bed.
The first thought to enter my mind was that she had removed them in order to allow her ease of access to her pussy to satisfy herself after the disappointed of not getting rogered.
I slipped off my dressing gown and let it drop to the floor my pants followed close behind and I got under the duvet and cuddled up close to her and I was delighted to find her naked below the waist.
Andrea was on her side with her back to me and my first thought was to spoon her but instead I backed away and rolled her gently onto her back.
I kissed her lips but got no response so I un-buttoned her pajama jacket all the way down to the bottom.
Once I had dealt with the final button I slowly opened the two halves like the leaves of some great tome.
I looked down on her in the half-light and admired both her body and my craft.
Her breasts had all but disappeared but her nipples sat there invitingly so I took the nearest one into my mouth and sucked on it gently.
Andrea murmured softly but she didn’t waken but my suckling was obviously fueling an erotic dream.
I left her erect swollen nipple wet with my saliva and watched her sleeping face as my hand drifted across her belly to her curly bush.
I dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she still slept.
After a moment my finger parted her lips like opening a pea pod and it was instantly immersed in her hot creaminess.
She murmured again in response to my fingering but despite my attentions she still remained asleep.
Having reached the point where I couldn’t have got her any wetter if I fingered her all night and not awakened her I decided to mount her.
I carefully positioned myself between her thighs and slid my cock between her sticky lips all the way up to my aching balls and she sucked in air through her teeth.
The first stroke just added to her already lip creaming dream.
The second had much the same effect but caused her to stir a little beneath me and lick her lips.
The third brought her to that ecstatic point, that hinterland between erotic dream and sensual reality,
Unsure if she vividly dreaming of receiving cock or if she was actually receiving cock.
However the fourth penetration left her in no doubt as she open her eyes and knew for sure that I was inside of her.
She smiled at me then closed her eyes again as I penetrated her again and she wriggled like a fish on a river bank.
Each penetration made her squirm beneath me
A few strokes later she came deliciously noisily.
Spurred on by her audible appreciation of my efforts I went at her harder and faster and her knuckles whitened as she was gripping the headboard.
As she moaned and writhed beneath me she came again and I was getting close to the summit myself and as I quickened my pace on her pussy her utterances were growing higher in frequency and as I reached the threshold of my own conclusion
“Oh Godddd Simon” she screamed and with her writhing sweating body prostrate beneath me I emptied myself into her hot pulsating pussy.
“I wasn’t expecting that” she panted.
I withdrew and climbed off of her and she let out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh as she cuddled up to me.
“If you weren’t expecting it why didn’t you have your bottoms on?” I asked puzzled
“I took them off because I thought you would come to see me last night” she replied, “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to with Miranda in the house in case she heard us,” I said
“You didn’t need to worry” Andrea added, “She’s a bit deaf and she sleeps like the dead”
“Never mind I got here eventually,” I said
“Mmmmm” Andrea replied
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 45) Under The Tree
Despite entertaining the very energetic Emily Gomez the day before I arose very early on Sunday morning, well before first light as a matter of fact, as fresh as a daisy.
She let me sleep in between her demanding performances and having satisfied her insatiable appetite with me more than once she left me in bed when she slipped away during the evening and I stayed there for the night.
The first thing I did was to breakfast; I had after all missed two meals on Saturday.
Next on the agenda was to strip the bed and launder the lust stained bedding.
After I had loaded the machine and set the program to wash my sins from the bed sheets I harboured the futile wish that it could be that easy to wash my sins away.
I went up stairs and remade the bed with fresh linen in preparation of sullying them anew this time with my gorgeous girlfriend Georgia whom I was picking up from University after lunch.
My exceptionally early start to the day enabled me to complete all my chores with ease and after a long leisurely shower I left for church.
For a change I was one of the first to arrive and I was delighted to see Katy Oliver in attendance looking much more her old self.
However Robert Hunter took the Sunday service with Katy giving the sermon.
It was a great service and there was genuine warmth emanating from the congregation towards Katy and a collective relief to see her looking so well.
Afterwards the usual suspects were meeting for lunch at the Cross Keys unfortunately I had to give it a miss as I was driving to pick up Georgia that afternoon which was a great shame.
I don’t mean it was a shame that I was picking up Georgia, I meant it was a shame I was going to miss lunch.
That Sunday Tilly Bushe, ever at Roberts’s side, and her brother Tristan were joining the Sunday lunch club.
So while my friends were lunching in the pub and making merry I was walking home to grab a quick sandwich before driving to Roehampton.
When I reached my front door I found standing on the doorstep what was clearly a bottle of something in one of those decorative bottle bags.
I picked it up and read the tag.
“Have a Merry Christmas Simon, with love from a grateful Damsel in Distress”
“Well that was a nice thing to do,” I said to myself “and so was Judith”
I went inside and made myself a rather boring sandwich and I was just drying my hands after washing up my lunch plate when there was a knock at the door.
When I opened the door, I found Maisie Stewart on the other side of it, holding a Christmas parcel.
“Happy Christmas” she said beaming.
“Hey! Happy Christmas hon” I responded, “come in”
“Ok” she said still smiling broadly “but no funny business”
“No funny business” I agreed and Maisie stepped inside
“You didn’t have to get me a gift,” I said to her as I took her coat.
And as she sat down on the sofa she said.
“Last Christmas my mum was drunk for ten days in a row, we had no decorations, no Christmas dinner and no electricity”
Tears were beginning to form in her eyes
“This year, I have three jobs; I have a proper home, I have someone to mother me, I have money in the bank and a girl friend and it’s all thanks to you”
I tried to interrupt but Maisie continued
“If you hadn’t helped me, looked out for me, set me on the right path I wouldn’t be here now having the best Christmas I’ve ever had, I will always be grateful for that, and the other things of course” and she blushed.
Then she stood up and gave me a big hug and an hour later she left my house considerably moister than when she had entered it.
“So much for no funny business,” I thought.
As I was showering for the second time that day I thought how nice it was to get an early Christmas present and she got me a gift as well.
If I got a present from every recipient of my lust I would do very nicely thank you and I would need a considerably larger tree to put them under.
As a result of Maisie’s Yuletide felicitations I was about forty minutes late leaving for the drive to Roehampton.
I called to let Georgia know I was running late but she was ok about it as she was all behind herself.
I thought to myself that she was very adequate in the front as well.
I got to Georgia’s place around three o’clock and miracle of miracles she was ready.
Half and hour after I finished loading the car we finally got away when she had finished saying her goodbyes.
When we got back to Bushy Down I thought Georgia would be eager to be reunited with her nearest and dearest but it turned out that she was more eager to be reunited with something quite different.
We had barely got through the front door before she was on me, not doing it very often obviously made her really hungry for it,
Her lips fastened over mine and her active tongue invaded my mouth.
It was a very sensual kiss and my manhood was wide-awake and did its best to burst out of my trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly she began tugging roughly on my shaft.
Georgia was completely in command and soon her lips left mine and moved immediately down to my cock.
Her agile tongue feathered my purple head in deliciously sensual flicks before devouring me in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.
“Oh Georgie that’s so good” I said as Georgia sucked me up good and proper, but before she got to enthusiastic I pushed her head back to allow me to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed me again with the same urgency as before.
I pushed her back against the wall 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 residing around her waist, I then turned my attention to her tights and knickers. I had been wondering if she was wearing any as in many of our sexual encounters when she was “well up for it” she often pre-empted proceedings by removing her pants.
I slid my hands around to her rear and as I groped her arse I found that she was.
“You’re wearing knickers,” I said more than a little surprised
“It’s too chilly to go without” she responded, “I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”
“Not much chance of that” I said as I hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse.
I followed them down to her ankles and I knelt before her neat bush.
Georgia was running her fingers through my hair and as I was about to stand up I felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed my head back down towards her cunny.
I was ready to fuck her but she wanted head first so in the spirit of the season I obliged her.
I had her standing on one leg while she supported herself by resting the other one on my shoulder as I supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.
Georgia let me know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and I stood up.
I had her juice all around my mouth and when I kissed her it was all around hers as well.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and she was panting loudly in my ear as I got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive me.
Once achieved I slid effortlessly into Georgia’s hot creamy cunny
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered
Georgia’s legs locked around my middle and I banged her against the wall.
I had one hand on her hip and with the other I gripped the coat hook on the wall as I banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster.
It was like being applauded for my efforts.
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 Christmas sac into her.
We stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“Oh merry Christmas”
“It was ok then?” I asked
“Oh yes, very nice” she replied
Well she had reunited herself with me and mine very nicely indeed and when she was satisfied I was allowed to take her home to be reunited with the family.
It was starting to snow again as I reversed onto the Gregory’s drive, it was little more than a flurry really barely even enough to qualify as a light shower.
I unloaded the car while Georgia rushed inside and hugged her waiting parents.
I traipsed in with Georgie’s stuff amidst the scene of reuniting embraces and the twin’s excited squeals and the general jovial laughter.
So with my duties fulfilled I left the Gregory’s to their reunion and I went home.
The next day was Christmas Eve and apart from the delivery of Christmas gifts and cards to friends and lovers, past and present, I had planned to spend most of it alone listening to Christmas music and watching schmaltzy movies on TV but my publisher Gordon phoned me around midday on the pretext of wishing me a Happy Christmas but mainly to remind me that I was now overdue with my writing commitments.
This rather quashed my plans and preoccupied my thoughts for much of the day; however I also spent some time thinking about Georgia and our future.
I thought that the little bit of Christmas fun I’d had with Emily and Maisie at the weekend was the end, my last hurrah as it were because New Year new me.
I concluded that Georgia was more than enough woman for one man and I should be satisfied with that.
Georgia meanwhile spent the day helping her mum with the preparations for the big day, and then she came to mine about nine o’clock.
And as I’d put the presents underneath the tree that afternoon, all evening she was like a child.
“Can I open a present?” she asked me every ten minutes.
“Just one, please, please, please”
She was getting right on my tits to tell the truth.
She kept picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and even listening to them.
Finally I relented and as I headed upstairs to the loo I said.
“We can open one present each before we leave for midnight mass”
“Goody” she squealed
When I came back down stairs I was expecting to find her waiting impatiently to open a present.
But instead I found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body and this time she wasn’t wearing any knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
“You go first” she said
Once I had un-wrapped my present and thoroughly enjoyed the contents we were very nearly late for midnight mass.
She let me sleep in between her demanding performances and having satisfied her insatiable appetite with me more than once she left me in bed when she slipped away during the evening and I stayed there for the night.
The first thing I did was to breakfast; I had after all missed two meals on Saturday.
Next on the agenda was to strip the bed and launder the lust stained bedding.
After I had loaded the machine and set the program to wash my sins from the bed sheets I harboured the futile wish that it could be that easy to wash my sins away.
I went up stairs and remade the bed with fresh linen in preparation of sullying them anew this time with my gorgeous girlfriend Georgia whom I was picking up from University after lunch.
My exceptionally early start to the day enabled me to complete all my chores with ease and after a long leisurely shower I left for church.
For a change I was one of the first to arrive and I was delighted to see Katy Oliver in attendance looking much more her old self.
However Robert Hunter took the Sunday service with Katy giving the sermon.
It was a great service and there was genuine warmth emanating from the congregation towards Katy and a collective relief to see her looking so well.
Afterwards the usual suspects were meeting for lunch at the Cross Keys unfortunately I had to give it a miss as I was driving to pick up Georgia that afternoon which was a great shame.
I don’t mean it was a shame that I was picking up Georgia, I meant it was a shame I was going to miss lunch.
That Sunday Tilly Bushe, ever at Roberts’s side, and her brother Tristan were joining the Sunday lunch club.
So while my friends were lunching in the pub and making merry I was walking home to grab a quick sandwich before driving to Roehampton.
When I reached my front door I found standing on the doorstep what was clearly a bottle of something in one of those decorative bottle bags.
I picked it up and read the tag.
“Have a Merry Christmas Simon, with love from a grateful Damsel in Distress”
“Well that was a nice thing to do,” I said to myself “and so was Judith”
I went inside and made myself a rather boring sandwich and I was just drying my hands after washing up my lunch plate when there was a knock at the door.
When I opened the door, I found Maisie Stewart on the other side of it, holding a Christmas parcel.
“Happy Christmas” she said beaming.
“Hey! Happy Christmas hon” I responded, “come in”
“Ok” she said still smiling broadly “but no funny business”
“No funny business” I agreed and Maisie stepped inside
“You didn’t have to get me a gift,” I said to her as I took her coat.
And as she sat down on the sofa she said.
“Last Christmas my mum was drunk for ten days in a row, we had no decorations, no Christmas dinner and no electricity”
Tears were beginning to form in her eyes
“This year, I have three jobs; I have a proper home, I have someone to mother me, I have money in the bank and a girl friend and it’s all thanks to you”
I tried to interrupt but Maisie continued
“If you hadn’t helped me, looked out for me, set me on the right path I wouldn’t be here now having the best Christmas I’ve ever had, I will always be grateful for that, and the other things of course” and she blushed.
Then she stood up and gave me a big hug and an hour later she left my house considerably moister than when she had entered it.
“So much for no funny business,” I thought.
As I was showering for the second time that day I thought how nice it was to get an early Christmas present and she got me a gift as well.
If I got a present from every recipient of my lust I would do very nicely thank you and I would need a considerably larger tree to put them under.
As a result of Maisie’s Yuletide felicitations I was about forty minutes late leaving for the drive to Roehampton.
I called to let Georgia know I was running late but she was ok about it as she was all behind herself.
I thought to myself that she was very adequate in the front as well.
I got to Georgia’s place around three o’clock and miracle of miracles she was ready.
Half and hour after I finished loading the car we finally got away when she had finished saying her goodbyes.
When we got back to Bushy Down I thought Georgia would be eager to be reunited with her nearest and dearest but it turned out that she was more eager to be reunited with something quite different.
We had barely got through the front door before she was on me, not doing it very often obviously made her really hungry for it,
Her lips fastened over mine and her active tongue invaded my mouth.
It was a very sensual kiss and my manhood was wide-awake and did its best to burst out of my trousers and might well have succeeded had she not released it herself and very quickly she began tugging roughly on my shaft.
Georgia was completely in command and soon her lips left mine and moved immediately down to my cock.
Her agile tongue feathered my purple head in deliciously sensual flicks before devouring me in one delightfully ecstatic mouthful.
“Oh Georgie that’s so good” I said as Georgia sucked me up good and proper, but before she got to enthusiastic I pushed her head back to allow me to withdraw from her mouth and she scrambled to her feet, after wiping her slobbering lips on her sleeve she kissed me again with the same urgency as before.
I pushed her back against the wall 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 residing around her waist, I then turned my attention to her tights and knickers. I had been wondering if she was wearing any as in many of our sexual encounters when she was “well up for it” she often pre-empted proceedings by removing her pants.
I slid my hands around to her rear and as I groped her arse I found that she was.
“You’re wearing knickers,” I said more than a little surprised
“It’s too chilly to go without” she responded, “I didn’t want my fanny to freeze”
“Not much chance of that” I said as I hurriedly began dragging her tights and knickers off her cute arse.
I followed them down to her ankles and I knelt before her neat bush.
Georgia was running her fingers through my hair and as I was about to stand up I felt a very definite downward pressure from her hands as she pushed my head back down towards her cunny.
I was ready to fuck her but she wanted head first so in the spirit of the season I obliged her.
I had her standing on one leg while she supported herself by resting the other one on my shoulder as I supped enthusiastically on her hot gash.
Georgia let me know when she had had enough by lowering her other leg and I stood up.
I had her juice all around my mouth and when I kissed her it was all around hers as well.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and she was panting loudly in my ear as I got a firm grip on each buttock and lifted her up off her feet so her deliciously syrupy fanny was at a suitable height to receive me.
Once achieved I slid effortlessly into Georgia’s hot creamy cunny
“Ohhhhh god” she uttered
Georgia’s legs locked around my middle and I banged her against the wall.
I had one hand on her hip and with the other I gripped the coat hook on the wall as I banged her again and again and her bum cheeks slapped against the plaster.
It was like being applauded for my efforts.
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 Christmas sac into her.
We stayed in that position for about a minute panting hard then she said.
“Oh merry Christmas”
“It was ok then?” I asked
“Oh yes, very nice” she replied
Well she had reunited herself with me and mine very nicely indeed and when she was satisfied I was allowed to take her home to be reunited with the family.
It was starting to snow again as I reversed onto the Gregory’s drive, it was little more than a flurry really barely even enough to qualify as a light shower.
I unloaded the car while Georgia rushed inside and hugged her waiting parents.
I traipsed in with Georgie’s stuff amidst the scene of reuniting embraces and the twin’s excited squeals and the general jovial laughter.
So with my duties fulfilled I left the Gregory’s to their reunion and I went home.
The next day was Christmas Eve and apart from the delivery of Christmas gifts and cards to friends and lovers, past and present, I had planned to spend most of it alone listening to Christmas music and watching schmaltzy movies on TV but my publisher Gordon phoned me around midday on the pretext of wishing me a Happy Christmas but mainly to remind me that I was now overdue with my writing commitments.
This rather quashed my plans and preoccupied my thoughts for much of the day; however I also spent some time thinking about Georgia and our future.
I thought that the little bit of Christmas fun I’d had with Emily and Maisie at the weekend was the end, my last hurrah as it were because New Year new me.
I concluded that Georgia was more than enough woman for one man and I should be satisfied with that.
Georgia meanwhile spent the day helping her mum with the preparations for the big day, and then she came to mine about nine o’clock.
And as I’d put the presents underneath the tree that afternoon, all evening she was like a child.
“Can I open a present?” she asked me every ten minutes.
“Just one, please, please, please”
She was getting right on my tits to tell the truth.
She kept picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and even listening to them.
Finally I relented and as I headed upstairs to the loo I said.
“We can open one present each before we leave for midnight mass”
“Goody” she squealed
When I came back down stairs I was expecting to find her waiting impatiently to open a present.
But instead I found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper loosely draped about her body and this time she wasn’t wearing any knickers, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
“You go first” she said
Once I had un-wrapped my present and thoroughly enjoyed the contents we were very nearly late for midnight mass.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 44) Christmas Baubles
In the week following the unwrapping of Judith Hunt’s bumper Christmas beauties and the associated shagging, my feet barely touched the floor.
Spurred on by Andrea’s words to me when she said
“You should give more of your self, If everyone gave one hour a week, what I change could be made to the world”
I knew I couldn’t argue with that so I threw myself into it and agreed to do everything I was asked.
As my knee still wasn’t a hundred percent and it was to be such a hectic week and as several of my commitments were in Kiddingstone I decided to hire a car, just a little puddle jumper, that would serve me all week which I could then use it to pick Georgia up in time for Christmas.
My busy week started on the morning of the third Sunday of advent where I was involved as a greeter, Katy Oliver wasn’t well enough for the service but she did put in an appearance for the carol singing at the Golf club that evening looking pale and wan.
She was under strict instructions from Dr Andrews not to attend any of the usual clutch of seasonal outdoor events, which although she was most unhappy about it she thankfully did as she was told as winter had arrived with a vengeance.
On Monday it was my turn to man the Soup Kitchen in Kiddingstone on a bitter cold night.
It was my first time there and what an eye opener it was.
I was absolutely staggered firstly by the number and variety of homeless people in a relatively small town and secondly by how human beings could survive living at the mercy of the elements.
Some of them, the lucky ones, we were able to place in hostels or shelters but for the rest all we could do was give them hot food and a blanket.
I had clearly found another deserving recipient for any money raised from the Overend stories.
I slept in until lunch time the following day and reflected on how lucky I was to have a comfortable home and a roof over my head.
On Tuesday night I was again out on the streets this time with the Christmas Charity Wagon.
It was an old brewer’s dray pulled by two white shire horses.
The whole thing was bedecked with tinsel and lights and carried on the back the church choir.
The rest of us went from door to door, as the wagon drove around the village, collecting donations in plastic buckets and handing out sweets to the children, Judith Hunt was among our number and her cheeks still looked flushed from our festive fuck.
On Wednesday afternoon it was The Santa Express, a renovated steam engine and coaches, which ran from Bushy Down station to a secret location where Santa was waiting in his grotto.
It picked up the local children and there parents late afternoon so that they arrived at the grotto in darkness in order to make the most of the spectacular lights.
The kids were going crazy with excitement and I have to confess I found it quite exciting myself.
But my job on the trip was to make sure none of the over excited little darlings fell off the train.
Victoria Braithwaite among others from the committee were also present and at one point she managed to trap me between the carriages armed with a bunch of mistletoe and only when she had satisfied herself and the pagan ritual she let me go.
Also helping on the trip were Robert and Tilly who seemed to have become inseparable in the short time since I introduced them.
I have never believed in love at first sight or in soul mates I thought them rather fanciful notions the stuff of romantic fiction and sentimental movies.
That is until I introduced them where they were instantly smitten. Afterwards when I saw them together, they were like two halves of a different whole.
Each of them was the missing piece in the others puzzle.
It wasn’t long ago that she said to me “I’m not looking for a life partner” well I think she’s found one whether she was looking or not.
I was so pleased for them especially Tilly, even if it meant I would no longer enjoy her hairy delights.
Now if the kids were excited on the way to the grotto then judging by the decibel level they were even more so on the way back.
Thursday was my day off but it was also the nativity play at St Lucy’s School and shortly after breakfast I took a phone call asking if I could help out but I had to decline.
I really needed to rest my knee for a few hours at least so apart from doing a machine full of laundry I did absolutely nothing all day until I Skyped Georgia in the evening, during which she asked me to pop round to her Mums because her Dad said he couldn’t get the web cam to work.
We both knew it probably meant that he had disabled it by accident but I had to go out in the cold just to tick a box.
The car was covered in frost so I decided to walk on the basis that I could walk there and back in the time it would take to sufficiently defrost the car.
As I suspected Geoff had accidentally disabled the web cam so I worked my magic and went back out into the cold night and by the time I got down the drive it had started snowing and by the time I reached the main road it was coming down hard and fast.
It was coming down so rapidly that visibility was reduced to zero.
It was so disorienting that I couldn’t have even found my way back to the Gregory’s despite being no more than 50 yards away.
So I inched my way along the footpath tucking up close to hedges, picket fences and garden walls so I didn’t wander off course.
When I reached the end of a row of houses I had to take a leap of faith, as I couldn’t see the other side of the road.
As I trudged onward I realised I had gone off course because I hadn’t reach the other side.
I had no idea how far I had gone I had no point of reference, I decided the best course of action was to veer left to try and find the footpath again.
Unfortunately I had no idea how far left to go or for that matter how far left I had already gone.
I was just beginning to panic when I tripped on a curbstone and crashed into another lost soul and we fell to the floor in an untidy heap.
When I got to my feet I found I was outside Mahajak’s
“I’m saved,” I thought as I envisaged taking refuge in the shop until the snow abated, but first I had to help the other poor customer I had left prostrate on the snowy ground.
“I’m so sorry” I said as I grabbed a handful of coat and pulled the stricken body to its feet.
The individual muttered incoherently under their breath as they brushed themselves off and I got the impression my apology was not accepted.
And when they began to turn in my direction I was bracing myself for a volley of abuse but to my great surprise I found the previously stricken figure to be Shula and the muttering scowling indignant face instantly changed to a beaming toothy smile when she recognized the face of her assailant.
“Simon” she said excitedly then cautiously gave a long look in the direction of the shop doorway.
Then in a quieter voice she continued
“I didn’t know it was you”
“Are you ok?” I asked
“I am now” she replied and glanced again at the door
I looked her up and down and I realised why I hadn’t recognized her before she was dressed in western clothes, jeans and trainers and a puffer jacket.
She was still looking anxiously towards the shop so I steered her around the side of the building and kissed Shula in the snow, which she reciprocated eagerly.
After a minute of mutually beneficial passion I unzipped her coat from the bottom and quickly inserted my hand inside her jumper very easily.
I must admit with Shula wearing western clothes it made it much easier to get to her goodies.
And I had just cupped one of her beautiful Christmas baubles when Aunt Anjuli called from the shop doorway
“Shushu?”
Reluctantly I released my grip on her plump titty and she quickly reshipped her coat
“I’ll be there in a moment Aunty” she called
Then she kissed me again
“Happy Christmas Shushu” I said
“Happy Christmas” she echoed
Then she added, “When will I get my present?”
“Oh very soon” I promised
Then I turned around and continued my journey home as the snow abated.
On Friday I slept until lunchtime, as that night was my first patrol with the Roving Angels.
I have to admit I did have my reservations about doing it despite Andrea’s encouragement and wondered if it was really for me.
I left the house in my newly acquired uniform, worn over several layers including Long John’s and the stout boots and socks I purchased in High Wycombe on St Andrews Day, as there was still snow on the ground.
As it was forecast to be minus 6 that night I was going to need every stitch to keep warm so I donned a woollen hat and scarf and gloves.
The Roving Angels had been in existence for about two years and was similar to the Street Angels, Street Pastors and other groups that had sprung up all across the UK in the previous 10 or 12 years.
They had made a really positive impact on crime and antisocial behaviour in Kiddingstone town centre over their first two years particularly in general vicinity of the bars and clubs.
They provide a calming presence on the streets late at night in situations where a police uniform might have the opposite effect.
In the two years since they began Roving Angels had contributed to a 29% fall in public place violence on the weekends.
It all began when Christian Churches in the area came together with the Police and the Borough Council to establish the Angels in Kiddingstone.
But it took People of Faith to make it work as with so many things in life.
To be perfectly honest I was feeling a little apprehensive about my maiden patrol as I drove to Kiddingstone.
I was after all doing something I had never done before and patrolling the streets in the small hours was not without its risks one of which being that drunks are such unpredictable creatures.
Not to mention the fact it was a bitterly cold night and I am a bit of a wimp and it was to be a long shift starting at 10pm and possibly finishing as late as 4am.
All the bars and clubs close for the night at 3 am but the clientele have been known to hang around.
I have to confess that when I went into the council building where the Angel volunteers congregated I had butterflies in my stomach.
I suppose I was nervous of meeting a bunch of strangers but when I walked in I found that I knew almost half of the assembled group one of whom was Tristan Bushe.
“Simon” he said offering his hand “good to see you”
“Hi Tris” I responded taking his hand “I didn’t know you were an Angel”
“Yes” he said “since the beginning”
“Really?” I asked
“Yes” he responded proudly “two years now”
Although I had been trained I didn’t really know what to expect so I was quite relieved to find I was going out on the first hour, the quiet hour, with Tris, who was a veteran.
As expected it was an uneventful maiden patrol which saw Tristan taking the lead with me carrying the back pack full of Flip flops, lollipops, space blankets and the first aid kit.
It was useful for me, Tris showed me the boundaries of the patrol area and he pointed out the potential hotspots for later, he showed me all the CCTV camera locations and identified areas not covered and crucially the radio dead zones.
Also the quiet stroll gave Tris and I a chance to chat.
He had also noticed the closeness between Tilly and Robert and he said
“I’ve never seen her so smitten”
He also thanked me for the heads up regarding Eleanor Overend’s house.
He had viewed the property and put an offer in before it even made it onto the market so he was dead chuffed, it hadn’t been accepted yet but he would go to the full asking price if he had to, he liked it that much.
So after the first uneventful hour there was an hour of coffee and chat in the council building then out again at midnight until one.
This also proved to be rather uneventful in fact Tristan said he had never known it so quiet, we concluded it must be the low temperature, no body was hanging around.
On our last lap around town we did come upon a group of girls who had just spilled out of one bar and were negotiating with the bouncers to get in another one and on the periphery of the group was a face I recognised.
I hesitated before speaking because I didn’t want to embarrass the girl but while I was wondering what best to do she spoke to me
“Hello Simon” Emily said a little tipsy
“Hello Em” I said
“What are you doing out this late?” I asked myself after all
She was still only sixteen.
It was then that I noticed a small group of lads lurking in the shadows.
“Are you on your own?” I asked, “Where’s Jen?”
Jenny was her best friend
She nodded in response to the first part and shrugged at the second, which I interpreted to mean they had had a falling out.
“You make sure you get a cab home,” I told her
“Ok” she answered
“Have you got enough money?” I asked
“Yes Simon” she replied
“What’s it got to do with you?” a loud mouthed girl from the main group said
“Are you a paedo?”
“That’s enough of that if you want to get in here,” the bouncer said
Then they all filed into the pub, Emily included.
The other girls were much older than her and I was a little worried, then the group of lads emerged from the shadows and also entered the pub.
“You know her then” Tris said as we headed back to the office.
“Yes” I replied, “Emily Gomez, she lives in the village”
I was mightily relieved to get back inside at one o’clock, I was frozen.
I don’t know how those girls could walk around half naked in that weather.
It took almost all the next hour to thaw out and I was not looking forward to another shift and I was mightily relieved when the Supervisor announced that we would be finishing at 3am.
Because it was so cold no one was hanging around to cause trouble so my final patrol was deemed unnecessary.
With that news Tris and I said our farewells and headed out towards the car park.
As we were walking down the road we saw a most extraordinary sight on the other side of the road.
There was a girl squatting beside a parked car pissing against the hubcap, which to all intents and purposes sounded like it was being jet washed.
At the same time her friend, I presumed she was a friend as they were engaged in conversation, was pissing like a horse against a shop door
But the remarkable thing to my mind was that while this was going on a young man walked briskly down the path between them and said
“Alright girls?” as he high fived them both.
I was absolutely gobsmacked at what I was seeing.
But Tristan on seeing my reaction just laughed, he had clearly seen it all before.
We were parked within a few cars of each other and after a brief chat Tris got in his and had driven out of the car park before I’d even started the engine.
Once the engine had warmed up a bit and hot air started to blow through the vents I got out and took off my coat and fleece.
I knew from the journey over, that once the heater got running full throttle it would be too hot with them on.
As I drove out of the car park the car was toasty warm.
As luck would have it my route took me past the railway station and the taxi rank and as I reached the former I noticed Emily staggering towards the latter.
And more alarmingly just behind her was the small bunch of lads I had seen earlier.
I pulled up just ahead of her and wound down the window.
“Do you want a lift?” I called
“I’ve got taxi fare,” she slurred
“Look” and she waved a ten-pound note at me.
“You’d better get in then” I said
When she got in the car I noticed she was shivering.
I reached over to the back seat and grabbed my fleece
“Put that around you” I suggested
“Ok” she said, “oooh it’s still warm”
Then I gave her my coat and put it over her legs and lap and tucked it around her.
When I looked up the young lads were just passing the car and they all stared in so I locked the doors.
On the journey back to the village I garnered from Emily that she had indeed fallen out with Jenny.
It was a typically trivial reason brought about by Jenny texting her boyfriend while Emily was on a sleepover at Jens.
Emily admitted she got jealous and stormed out of Jenny’s house and went to see another friend, Summer, who had the bright idea of going into Kiddingstone.
Summer then met her ex boyfriend and abandoned Emily who then tagged along with the group of older girls that I saw her with.
It was then that she started crying.
As luck would have it we were just approaching the same lay-by that Georgia and I stopped in last summer where she got her foot stuck and I banged her from behind over the front seat.
Such a romantic recollection and the reminiscence of that shag left me with a tingling dick
Anyway I turned into the lay-by to comfort Emily, and when I say comfort her I don’t mean shag her.
I had offered her a lift out of genuine Christian kindness and because I care about her and not because I wanted to take advantage of her while she was pissed.
Besides it was too cold for out door shenanigans and anyway I didn’t need Emily to be pissed to get in her knickers she was a game girl.
I really did just pull over to give her a hug and calm her down.
And as soon as I pulled on the hand brake she leapt into my arms.
“Oh Simon what am I going to do?” she sobbed, “I’ve been so stupid”
Well it took about 10 minutes to calm her down enough to establish that Jenny wasn’t expecting her back that night.
I certainly couldn’t take her home in her drunken state.
“You can sleep at mine, in the spare room” I said
“It doesn’t have to be the spare room” she slurred and placed her hand on my cock, which was already semi hard.
“You can stop tha...” I began but she had passed out and her hand went limp, it’s a shame my cock didn’t.
When I got back to the house my hard on was no more.
I pulled up on the drive and set about carrying the drunken Emily into the house.
Not an easy task considering she was barely seven stones.
In the end I chose the fireman’s lift technique, which was easiest once I got her out of the car.
I took her straight up the stairs and deposited her on the spare bed.
I left her there and went back downstairs to lock the car and secure the front door.
I then turned off the downstairs lights and went upstairs again.
In the spare room I found Emily exactly were I had left her.
I then set about undressing her.
The coat and shoes came off easy enough but everything else was anything but.
Of all the times I had stripped her naked I had never struggled so much to undress her.
It was much more difficult than I could ever have imagined.
When I was tugging her tights off I nearly pulled her straight off the bed.
Eventually after what seemed an eternity I had her down to her underwear.
Her knickers had ridden up so high that she had a camel toe and her bra was all askew so she had one tit in and one tit out.
As I stood looking down on her I thought to myself
“A lesser man than I would have fucked her anyway”
But where would the fun be in that, I like a girl to know what she’s getting.
When I finally got to my bed I went out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow.
It was just after eight when I awakened when Emily crawled into bed next to me fully dressed and cuddled up close.
She also managed to wake my one eyed friend as well who thought he might get dipped
“I’m sorry” Emily whispered
“What for?” I asked
“For being a drunken bum.” she said “and embarrassing myself”
“As long as you’ve learned a lesson,” I said sagely
“Am I forgiven then?” she asked
“Of course” I replied “but what about Jenny?”
“I phoned Jenny already and I’m off to see her now to make things up”
Then she kissed me and crawled out of bed again and she was gone.
Despite the fact that I had survived the busiest week I could remember and I been up half the night I struggled to get back to sleep so after tossing and turning for half an hour I decided to get up.
I was quite hungry so I cooked myself a full English breakfast and ate it on my lap in the lounge.
After that I switched on the computer and checked my emails of which there were very few and I quickly dealt with the ones I had.
I still wasn’t tired so I had a long soak in the bath and by the end of it I was yawning and after finishing my ablutions I returned to bed.
I had a lovely restful dream filled sleep, I was dreaming about Georgia’s tight young pussy around my cock and it felt so good.
It was a lovely dream and it was so vivid that I imagined I could feel her wet cunny sliding up and down my shaft but when I opened my eyes, sweet saucy Emily was riding me instead.
Completely naked wearing nothing but a smile Emily was gripping the headboard and looking down on me with a lustily smug expression on her face.
I slid my hands up her thighs and onto her tight young buttocks and as her plump brown tits hovered above my face I reached my lips up to towards her chocolate coloured nipples and then sucked on her delicious confections while she was impaling her eager young fanny on to my swollen shaft, pumping on me like a piston.
Emily’s tits jiggled uncontrollably and I had to abandon sucking on her teats as she rode me like a rodeo cowgirl thrashing about moaning like a wild beast before she screamed out in orgasm and my cock exploded in her tight cunny and she collapsed on top of me and we slept where we had come to rest.
So it was a very satisfying end to the busiest week of my life, which I’m pleased to say, ended blissfully with me getting my baubles wet.
Spurred on by Andrea’s words to me when she said
“You should give more of your self, If everyone gave one hour a week, what I change could be made to the world”
I knew I couldn’t argue with that so I threw myself into it and agreed to do everything I was asked.
As my knee still wasn’t a hundred percent and it was to be such a hectic week and as several of my commitments were in Kiddingstone I decided to hire a car, just a little puddle jumper, that would serve me all week which I could then use it to pick Georgia up in time for Christmas.
My busy week started on the morning of the third Sunday of advent where I was involved as a greeter, Katy Oliver wasn’t well enough for the service but she did put in an appearance for the carol singing at the Golf club that evening looking pale and wan.
She was under strict instructions from Dr Andrews not to attend any of the usual clutch of seasonal outdoor events, which although she was most unhappy about it she thankfully did as she was told as winter had arrived with a vengeance.
On Monday it was my turn to man the Soup Kitchen in Kiddingstone on a bitter cold night.
It was my first time there and what an eye opener it was.
I was absolutely staggered firstly by the number and variety of homeless people in a relatively small town and secondly by how human beings could survive living at the mercy of the elements.
Some of them, the lucky ones, we were able to place in hostels or shelters but for the rest all we could do was give them hot food and a blanket.
I had clearly found another deserving recipient for any money raised from the Overend stories.
I slept in until lunch time the following day and reflected on how lucky I was to have a comfortable home and a roof over my head.
On Tuesday night I was again out on the streets this time with the Christmas Charity Wagon.
It was an old brewer’s dray pulled by two white shire horses.
The whole thing was bedecked with tinsel and lights and carried on the back the church choir.
The rest of us went from door to door, as the wagon drove around the village, collecting donations in plastic buckets and handing out sweets to the children, Judith Hunt was among our number and her cheeks still looked flushed from our festive fuck.
On Wednesday afternoon it was The Santa Express, a renovated steam engine and coaches, which ran from Bushy Down station to a secret location where Santa was waiting in his grotto.
It picked up the local children and there parents late afternoon so that they arrived at the grotto in darkness in order to make the most of the spectacular lights.
The kids were going crazy with excitement and I have to confess I found it quite exciting myself.
But my job on the trip was to make sure none of the over excited little darlings fell off the train.
Victoria Braithwaite among others from the committee were also present and at one point she managed to trap me between the carriages armed with a bunch of mistletoe and only when she had satisfied herself and the pagan ritual she let me go.
Also helping on the trip were Robert and Tilly who seemed to have become inseparable in the short time since I introduced them.
I have never believed in love at first sight or in soul mates I thought them rather fanciful notions the stuff of romantic fiction and sentimental movies.
That is until I introduced them where they were instantly smitten. Afterwards when I saw them together, they were like two halves of a different whole.
Each of them was the missing piece in the others puzzle.
It wasn’t long ago that she said to me “I’m not looking for a life partner” well I think she’s found one whether she was looking or not.
I was so pleased for them especially Tilly, even if it meant I would no longer enjoy her hairy delights.
Now if the kids were excited on the way to the grotto then judging by the decibel level they were even more so on the way back.
Thursday was my day off but it was also the nativity play at St Lucy’s School and shortly after breakfast I took a phone call asking if I could help out but I had to decline.
I really needed to rest my knee for a few hours at least so apart from doing a machine full of laundry I did absolutely nothing all day until I Skyped Georgia in the evening, during which she asked me to pop round to her Mums because her Dad said he couldn’t get the web cam to work.
We both knew it probably meant that he had disabled it by accident but I had to go out in the cold just to tick a box.
The car was covered in frost so I decided to walk on the basis that I could walk there and back in the time it would take to sufficiently defrost the car.
As I suspected Geoff had accidentally disabled the web cam so I worked my magic and went back out into the cold night and by the time I got down the drive it had started snowing and by the time I reached the main road it was coming down hard and fast.
It was coming down so rapidly that visibility was reduced to zero.
It was so disorienting that I couldn’t have even found my way back to the Gregory’s despite being no more than 50 yards away.
So I inched my way along the footpath tucking up close to hedges, picket fences and garden walls so I didn’t wander off course.
When I reached the end of a row of houses I had to take a leap of faith, as I couldn’t see the other side of the road.
As I trudged onward I realised I had gone off course because I hadn’t reach the other side.
I had no idea how far I had gone I had no point of reference, I decided the best course of action was to veer left to try and find the footpath again.
Unfortunately I had no idea how far left to go or for that matter how far left I had already gone.
I was just beginning to panic when I tripped on a curbstone and crashed into another lost soul and we fell to the floor in an untidy heap.
When I got to my feet I found I was outside Mahajak’s
“I’m saved,” I thought as I envisaged taking refuge in the shop until the snow abated, but first I had to help the other poor customer I had left prostrate on the snowy ground.
“I’m so sorry” I said as I grabbed a handful of coat and pulled the stricken body to its feet.
The individual muttered incoherently under their breath as they brushed themselves off and I got the impression my apology was not accepted.
And when they began to turn in my direction I was bracing myself for a volley of abuse but to my great surprise I found the previously stricken figure to be Shula and the muttering scowling indignant face instantly changed to a beaming toothy smile when she recognized the face of her assailant.
“Simon” she said excitedly then cautiously gave a long look in the direction of the shop doorway.
Then in a quieter voice she continued
“I didn’t know it was you”
“Are you ok?” I asked
“I am now” she replied and glanced again at the door
I looked her up and down and I realised why I hadn’t recognized her before she was dressed in western clothes, jeans and trainers and a puffer jacket.
She was still looking anxiously towards the shop so I steered her around the side of the building and kissed Shula in the snow, which she reciprocated eagerly.
After a minute of mutually beneficial passion I unzipped her coat from the bottom and quickly inserted my hand inside her jumper very easily.
I must admit with Shula wearing western clothes it made it much easier to get to her goodies.
And I had just cupped one of her beautiful Christmas baubles when Aunt Anjuli called from the shop doorway
“Shushu?”
Reluctantly I released my grip on her plump titty and she quickly reshipped her coat
“I’ll be there in a moment Aunty” she called
Then she kissed me again
“Happy Christmas Shushu” I said
“Happy Christmas” she echoed
Then she added, “When will I get my present?”
“Oh very soon” I promised
Then I turned around and continued my journey home as the snow abated.
On Friday I slept until lunchtime, as that night was my first patrol with the Roving Angels.
I have to admit I did have my reservations about doing it despite Andrea’s encouragement and wondered if it was really for me.
I left the house in my newly acquired uniform, worn over several layers including Long John’s and the stout boots and socks I purchased in High Wycombe on St Andrews Day, as there was still snow on the ground.
As it was forecast to be minus 6 that night I was going to need every stitch to keep warm so I donned a woollen hat and scarf and gloves.
The Roving Angels had been in existence for about two years and was similar to the Street Angels, Street Pastors and other groups that had sprung up all across the UK in the previous 10 or 12 years.
They had made a really positive impact on crime and antisocial behaviour in Kiddingstone town centre over their first two years particularly in general vicinity of the bars and clubs.
They provide a calming presence on the streets late at night in situations where a police uniform might have the opposite effect.
In the two years since they began Roving Angels had contributed to a 29% fall in public place violence on the weekends.
It all began when Christian Churches in the area came together with the Police and the Borough Council to establish the Angels in Kiddingstone.
But it took People of Faith to make it work as with so many things in life.
To be perfectly honest I was feeling a little apprehensive about my maiden patrol as I drove to Kiddingstone.
I was after all doing something I had never done before and patrolling the streets in the small hours was not without its risks one of which being that drunks are such unpredictable creatures.
Not to mention the fact it was a bitterly cold night and I am a bit of a wimp and it was to be a long shift starting at 10pm and possibly finishing as late as 4am.
All the bars and clubs close for the night at 3 am but the clientele have been known to hang around.
I have to confess that when I went into the council building where the Angel volunteers congregated I had butterflies in my stomach.
I suppose I was nervous of meeting a bunch of strangers but when I walked in I found that I knew almost half of the assembled group one of whom was Tristan Bushe.
“Simon” he said offering his hand “good to see you”
“Hi Tris” I responded taking his hand “I didn’t know you were an Angel”
“Yes” he said “since the beginning”
“Really?” I asked
“Yes” he responded proudly “two years now”
Although I had been trained I didn’t really know what to expect so I was quite relieved to find I was going out on the first hour, the quiet hour, with Tris, who was a veteran.
As expected it was an uneventful maiden patrol which saw Tristan taking the lead with me carrying the back pack full of Flip flops, lollipops, space blankets and the first aid kit.
It was useful for me, Tris showed me the boundaries of the patrol area and he pointed out the potential hotspots for later, he showed me all the CCTV camera locations and identified areas not covered and crucially the radio dead zones.
Also the quiet stroll gave Tris and I a chance to chat.
He had also noticed the closeness between Tilly and Robert and he said
“I’ve never seen her so smitten”
He also thanked me for the heads up regarding Eleanor Overend’s house.
He had viewed the property and put an offer in before it even made it onto the market so he was dead chuffed, it hadn’t been accepted yet but he would go to the full asking price if he had to, he liked it that much.
So after the first uneventful hour there was an hour of coffee and chat in the council building then out again at midnight until one.
This also proved to be rather uneventful in fact Tristan said he had never known it so quiet, we concluded it must be the low temperature, no body was hanging around.
On our last lap around town we did come upon a group of girls who had just spilled out of one bar and were negotiating with the bouncers to get in another one and on the periphery of the group was a face I recognised.
I hesitated before speaking because I didn’t want to embarrass the girl but while I was wondering what best to do she spoke to me
“Hello Simon” Emily said a little tipsy
“Hello Em” I said
“What are you doing out this late?” I asked myself after all
She was still only sixteen.
It was then that I noticed a small group of lads lurking in the shadows.
“Are you on your own?” I asked, “Where’s Jen?”
Jenny was her best friend
She nodded in response to the first part and shrugged at the second, which I interpreted to mean they had had a falling out.
“You make sure you get a cab home,” I told her
“Ok” she answered
“Have you got enough money?” I asked
“Yes Simon” she replied
“What’s it got to do with you?” a loud mouthed girl from the main group said
“Are you a paedo?”
“That’s enough of that if you want to get in here,” the bouncer said
Then they all filed into the pub, Emily included.
The other girls were much older than her and I was a little worried, then the group of lads emerged from the shadows and also entered the pub.
“You know her then” Tris said as we headed back to the office.
“Yes” I replied, “Emily Gomez, she lives in the village”
I was mightily relieved to get back inside at one o’clock, I was frozen.
I don’t know how those girls could walk around half naked in that weather.
It took almost all the next hour to thaw out and I was not looking forward to another shift and I was mightily relieved when the Supervisor announced that we would be finishing at 3am.
Because it was so cold no one was hanging around to cause trouble so my final patrol was deemed unnecessary.
With that news Tris and I said our farewells and headed out towards the car park.
As we were walking down the road we saw a most extraordinary sight on the other side of the road.
There was a girl squatting beside a parked car pissing against the hubcap, which to all intents and purposes sounded like it was being jet washed.
At the same time her friend, I presumed she was a friend as they were engaged in conversation, was pissing like a horse against a shop door
But the remarkable thing to my mind was that while this was going on a young man walked briskly down the path between them and said
“Alright girls?” as he high fived them both.
I was absolutely gobsmacked at what I was seeing.
But Tristan on seeing my reaction just laughed, he had clearly seen it all before.
We were parked within a few cars of each other and after a brief chat Tris got in his and had driven out of the car park before I’d even started the engine.
Once the engine had warmed up a bit and hot air started to blow through the vents I got out and took off my coat and fleece.
I knew from the journey over, that once the heater got running full throttle it would be too hot with them on.
As I drove out of the car park the car was toasty warm.
As luck would have it my route took me past the railway station and the taxi rank and as I reached the former I noticed Emily staggering towards the latter.
And more alarmingly just behind her was the small bunch of lads I had seen earlier.
I pulled up just ahead of her and wound down the window.
“Do you want a lift?” I called
“I’ve got taxi fare,” she slurred
“Look” and she waved a ten-pound note at me.
“You’d better get in then” I said
When she got in the car I noticed she was shivering.
I reached over to the back seat and grabbed my fleece
“Put that around you” I suggested
“Ok” she said, “oooh it’s still warm”
Then I gave her my coat and put it over her legs and lap and tucked it around her.
When I looked up the young lads were just passing the car and they all stared in so I locked the doors.
On the journey back to the village I garnered from Emily that she had indeed fallen out with Jenny.
It was a typically trivial reason brought about by Jenny texting her boyfriend while Emily was on a sleepover at Jens.
Emily admitted she got jealous and stormed out of Jenny’s house and went to see another friend, Summer, who had the bright idea of going into Kiddingstone.
Summer then met her ex boyfriend and abandoned Emily who then tagged along with the group of older girls that I saw her with.
It was then that she started crying.
As luck would have it we were just approaching the same lay-by that Georgia and I stopped in last summer where she got her foot stuck and I banged her from behind over the front seat.
Such a romantic recollection and the reminiscence of that shag left me with a tingling dick
Anyway I turned into the lay-by to comfort Emily, and when I say comfort her I don’t mean shag her.
I had offered her a lift out of genuine Christian kindness and because I care about her and not because I wanted to take advantage of her while she was pissed.
Besides it was too cold for out door shenanigans and anyway I didn’t need Emily to be pissed to get in her knickers she was a game girl.
I really did just pull over to give her a hug and calm her down.
And as soon as I pulled on the hand brake she leapt into my arms.
“Oh Simon what am I going to do?” she sobbed, “I’ve been so stupid”
Well it took about 10 minutes to calm her down enough to establish that Jenny wasn’t expecting her back that night.
I certainly couldn’t take her home in her drunken state.
“You can sleep at mine, in the spare room” I said
“It doesn’t have to be the spare room” she slurred and placed her hand on my cock, which was already semi hard.
“You can stop tha...” I began but she had passed out and her hand went limp, it’s a shame my cock didn’t.
When I got back to the house my hard on was no more.
I pulled up on the drive and set about carrying the drunken Emily into the house.
Not an easy task considering she was barely seven stones.
In the end I chose the fireman’s lift technique, which was easiest once I got her out of the car.
I took her straight up the stairs and deposited her on the spare bed.
I left her there and went back downstairs to lock the car and secure the front door.
I then turned off the downstairs lights and went upstairs again.
In the spare room I found Emily exactly were I had left her.
I then set about undressing her.
The coat and shoes came off easy enough but everything else was anything but.
Of all the times I had stripped her naked I had never struggled so much to undress her.
It was much more difficult than I could ever have imagined.
When I was tugging her tights off I nearly pulled her straight off the bed.
Eventually after what seemed an eternity I had her down to her underwear.
Her knickers had ridden up so high that she had a camel toe and her bra was all askew so she had one tit in and one tit out.
As I stood looking down on her I thought to myself
“A lesser man than I would have fucked her anyway”
But where would the fun be in that, I like a girl to know what she’s getting.
When I finally got to my bed I went out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow.
It was just after eight when I awakened when Emily crawled into bed next to me fully dressed and cuddled up close.
She also managed to wake my one eyed friend as well who thought he might get dipped
“I’m sorry” Emily whispered
“What for?” I asked
“For being a drunken bum.” she said “and embarrassing myself”
“As long as you’ve learned a lesson,” I said sagely
“Am I forgiven then?” she asked
“Of course” I replied “but what about Jenny?”
“I phoned Jenny already and I’m off to see her now to make things up”
Then she kissed me and crawled out of bed again and she was gone.
Despite the fact that I had survived the busiest week I could remember and I been up half the night I struggled to get back to sleep so after tossing and turning for half an hour I decided to get up.
I was quite hungry so I cooked myself a full English breakfast and ate it on my lap in the lounge.
After that I switched on the computer and checked my emails of which there were very few and I quickly dealt with the ones I had.
I still wasn’t tired so I had a long soak in the bath and by the end of it I was yawning and after finishing my ablutions I returned to bed.
I had a lovely restful dream filled sleep, I was dreaming about Georgia’s tight young pussy around my cock and it felt so good.
It was a lovely dream and it was so vivid that I imagined I could feel her wet cunny sliding up and down my shaft but when I opened my eyes, sweet saucy Emily was riding me instead.
Completely naked wearing nothing but a smile Emily was gripping the headboard and looking down on me with a lustily smug expression on her face.
I slid my hands up her thighs and onto her tight young buttocks and as her plump brown tits hovered above my face I reached my lips up to towards her chocolate coloured nipples and then sucked on her delicious confections while she was impaling her eager young fanny on to my swollen shaft, pumping on me like a piston.
Emily’s tits jiggled uncontrollably and I had to abandon sucking on her teats as she rode me like a rodeo cowgirl thrashing about moaning like a wild beast before she screamed out in orgasm and my cock exploded in her tight cunny and she collapsed on top of me and we slept where we had come to rest.
So it was a very satisfying end to the busiest week of my life, which I’m pleased to say, ended blissfully with me getting my baubles wet.
Monday, 17 December 2012
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 43) Bumper Christmas Gift’s
You might be surprised to hear that I awoke in my bed on Sunday morning quite alone; it certainly made a refreshing change.
This break with tradition came about after I had the night before disproved the old adage about Santa only coming once a year by coming twice in Bernard the Elf.
Sadly after that Tilly had to leave for a prior engagement, namely dinner with her brother.
Having completed my ablutions alone I walked down to the church with Judith and Victoria as usual, though a little slower than normal due to my knee, and I was surprised to see Tilly outside the church engaged in conversation with Katy Oliver, the Vicar, and a young man I didn’t know.
“Its just one thing after another” Katy was saying
“It’s St Lucy’s day on Thursday and next weekend we have the carol concert and Christingle”
“What’s the matter? Is life testing you’re patience Vicar?”
I asked cheerfully
“No it’s testing my faith,” she said without humour and went inside.
“Now look what you’ve done” Judith said and followed in the vicar footsteps.
Victoria just looked at me and tutted and followed Judith
“I think I’ll go back to bed,” I said to Tilly, who blushed.
“What was the vicar saying anyway?” I added
“The sound system and the visual displays have packed up” Tilly replied
“Damn” I said
There was a bit of an awkward silence and then I said
“Anyway what are you doing here? I thought we were getting together for lunch”
“Tristan stayed at mine last night and he didn’t want to miss church and as I’m not a regular anywhere I thought St Lucy’s was as good as any, so here we are” she said and then almost as an after thought
“Oh by the way this is my brother Tristan”
Tristan was as different from Tilly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, and the busty to her flat.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all he also had a friendly open face.
I shook his hand warmly and said
“Is Tristan your given name?”
“Yes, awful isn’t it”? He replied
“Well it could have been worse, just think if your folks had named you Tudor,” I said and he laughed like a drain
“Ha Ha did she tell you about Ophelia?” he asked tears running down his cheeks
“Very funny both of you” Tilly snapped and went inside.
As we came out the church Tilly said
“I rather enjoyed that”
“Did you say you’re not a regular?” I asked
“That’s right, not for years, I don’t know why I lapsed” she replied, “Tristan is a regular though”
Later at lunch, the conversation turned back to the Vicar.
“I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea, it was very out of character,” I said in defense of Katy
“It’s just such a busy time for her”
“Don’t worry” Tilly said, “I rather like Katy”
“Good” I said, “it’s not like her to snap like that, I wonder if there isn’t something else bothering her”
“I thought the same thing” Tilly said and added
“Anyway Tris and I have been talking”
“What about?” I asked
“The sound system” she said “that’s our area of expertise”
“And what conclusion did you reach?” I asked
“Well its not a complicated system,” Tristan interjected “We could easily patch it up in the short term, and after Christmas we could look at a more permanent solution maybe even replace the whole thing”
“They don’t have much money,” I added
“Not an issue” Tilly said, “we know people who know people”
“But I thought you were a “whiz kid”” I said to Tilly
“I am” she replied proudly “but there is more to Sound Bites than that”
“Are you sure you can do it”? I asked them and they both nodded.
Well I had been feeling rather guilty about my earlier flippancy with the Vicar so it was with the most selfish of motives that I suggested
“Well let’s go and make her day then”
Katy Oliver burst into tears when Tilly and Tristan put their proposal to her.
“Its divine providence” Katy Sobbed “I prayed for a solution and here you are” then collapsed in Tilly’s long gangly arms
Tristan and I made a tactical withdrawal and Tilly stayed with Katy for a while afterwards.
Tris and I took a walk round the village green and got to know each other.
He was also from Kiddingstone like Tilly but he was living in Guildford until he sold his house.
His marriage had just ended and he just wanted to off load the house and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
“I wouldn’t mind living here” Tristan said “first impressions and all that”
“I wouldn’t live anywhere else” I admitted “but houses don’t come up for sale very often”
When Tilly finally reappeared it was clear that she had been crying as well and she was a little quiet for the rest of the afternoon.
When I went home I reflected that it had been a bit of an eventful day for a Sunday.
And if Sunday had been an eventful day then it merely heralded the beginning of an even more eventful week to come.
On Monday morning I was working in my study penning the next salacious instalments of my bawdy tales when I was distracted by the loud droning of an engine.
When I went to investigate I discovered Frankie and Maisie in the garden feeding sand and cement into the bucket of a cement mixer.
I had forgotten I had arranged for then to lay my new garden path, that put an end to my writing for the day.
The drone of the engine was going straight through me so I took a walk into the village.
I wandered aimlessly down the road with no particular purpose and found myself walking past Mahajak’s.
“I’ll go in and flirt with Shula” I said to myself and walked into the shop only to find Shula was nowhere to be seen.
Aunt Anjuli was behind the counter looking tired and drawn.
“Hello” I said brightly
“Hello Simon” she said flatly
“No Shula today?” I asked hopefully
“She is upstairs nursing Omid” she replied
“He’s still poorly then?” I enquired
She just nodded in response.
It was at that moment that my eye was drawn to a large stack of magazines. The Radio Times to be precise, the bumper Christmas edition.
I know that it’s a bit sad but I really look forward to getting the Bumper Christmas Edition of the Radio Times, (other TV Guides are available). It is one of the highlights of the season for me, it does sound really sad doesn’t it?
But to make it even sadder, I bought two copies.
After leaving Mahajak’s and a worried Anjuli I noticed a couple of vans outside the church.
I took a walk in that direction and I discovered Tristan and Tilly had been true to their word as one of the two vans bore the livery of Sound Bites.
I was tempted to go in and see how they were getting on but in truth I wouldn’t have been able to tell how they were progressing.
It was at the precise moment I was trying to decide whether to go to the Golf club bar or the Cross Keys when someone grabbed my arm.
I turned around to see it was Katy Oliver.
“Hello Simon” she said
“Hello Vicar, you surprised me,” I said
Than she surprised me again by giving me a bear hug almost crushing my Radio Times and kissed my cheek several times.
“You’ve saved my life” Katy said and hurried off towards the church and then over her shoulder she shouted
“I still haven’t forgiven you for what you did in the grotto though”
I didn’t think she was convinced by the charade Tilly and I put on.
When I walked past the church on Wednesday on my way to the Church committee meeting there was only the one van parked outside and there were a lot of strange noises emanating from inside.
And by Thursday everything was set for St Lucy’s Day.
It all began once the darkness had fully descended with a celebration service and then after the church service a parade of school children from St Lucy’s school process through the village carrying their Lucy lights and then throw them onto the bonfire to light the Lucy fire on the village green.
It’s all very pagan and a Swedish tradition originally, a mixture of the Christian and the pagan really, something that Victoria Braithwaite’s father introduced to the village more than forty years earlier.
It is believed that St Lucy’s light can lengthen the days
The St Lucy’s day festival was always well attended as its such a unique event.
Christians from churches far and wide attended the service and a healthy crowd both church and secular turned out for the parade, even the odd humanist had been known to turn up, but then most humanists were odd in my view.
For Reverend Katy Oliver the second weekend of advent was a test of endurance but with the success of St Lucy’s day under her belt she approached the first leg of the marathon with renewed vigour.
The Carol Concert on Saturday night was an all ticket occasion and as always it was performed to a packed house.
The sound system was excellent and the new visual displays came into their own.
But as successful as the concert was there was no time for Katy to rest on her laurels because the next morning brought the Sunday Service and the lighting of the second candle of advent.
After another success with the morning service going off without a hitch there was just time for a light lunch before she was off again.
The Christingle Service has become ingrained in Anglican worship though it has its origins in Eastern Europe and the Christingle Service is a Service of candle lights where very many years ago people gathered in the street, sang carols and collected gifts to help the less fortunate in the community.
It is a beautiful candle lit service of hymns, carols, recitations and bible readings, but Christingle goes beyond a candle light service and it tells a story.
A story is told with the symbolic use of the following items:
An orange representing the world.
A red ribbon tied around the orange to symbolize the blood of Jesus shed for his people.
Toothpicks decorated with dried fruits and sweets are placed at the four corners of the orange representing all the people of the world.
A lighted candle in the centre of the orange represents the gift of the light of Christ to the world.
Firstly the children make the Christingle lights in Sunday school, and then they carry them proudly in procession into the church where they are lit for the service.
By Sunday evening it was over, Katy had got through it, the miracle marathon had been completed and she looked visibly relieved and hugged Tilly who had been on hand at every stage of the proceedings.
Watching, supporting and worshipping.
It certainly had been a funny old week, a week in which Tilly and Tristan had saved the day, and Katy Oliver’s sanity and Katy had survived the miracle marathon and I had unwittingly got Tilly involved with the church again as a result of our dalliances and apparently rekindled the flickering flame of her faith.
I wondered, quite naturally that maybe my mission in life was in fact to be a sword-wielding soldier for Christ converting the heathen with my evangelical sex.
Well that’s my story anyway.
Anyway it was a very good week and I didn’t get my balls wet once.
The following week by comparison was a quiet one Frankie and Maisie had finished laying the path and I had only one appointment in the diary for the week in fact it was the only one until the New Year.
Due to my unexpected and out of character abstinence since the Bazaar I began the week with a lingering horniness, however I was going to be seeing Tilly on Wednesday and hoped to revisit her luxuriant beaver so that would almost certainly cure me.
As I walked to the village on Wednesday for the Church committee meeting I saw Dr Andrews leave the vicarage and get into her car, I’m sure she saw me but she didn’t stop and as she drove away I wondered what Claire was doing there after all making house calls was not in vogue.
When I got to the Church Hall I was almost the last to arrive and I found the assembled group in sombre mood.
Also in the room was a stranger who was introduced to me as the Reverend Robert Hunter, a tall good-looking man a year or two older than me.
It seemed that the stresses and strains of the previous week had taken its toll on Katy.
But by all accounts she would appear to be no more than thoroughly run down and had been advised to take a complete rest.
That was obviously the reason why Claire was leaving the vicarage.
Full bed rest for the week would hopefully put her right and she would be strong enough to participate on Sunday.
Reverend Hunter would be standing in for her wherever and whenever necessary until then.
There was still a busy program to get through, two more advent Sundays, midnight mass and Christmas morning itself.
The meeting moved on at a pace once we got started and we covered a good deal of ground.
One of the things covered was my position on the committee.
Eleanor Overend, whose position I had been substituting, would not be returning to Bushy Down, she would be selling up and moving in with her sister, so I was being made a permanent member.
For the last quarter of the meeting we planned to discuss the technical issues with the church PA system and with this in mind, Tilly was summoned into the meeting.
When I introduced Tilly to the Reverend Hunter there was an almost instant mutual attraction and to be quite honest I and the other committee members might just as well have been absent.
I had thought I might slake my libidinous thirst by imbibing deeply of the delights of Tilly’s hairy Minge but her lustful eye had clearly settled on the replacement Vicar.
So that was something of a turn up and I was clearly not to satisfy my horniness and having thought prior to the meeting that I only had one commitment until years end, I found my diary suddenly full as a result of it.
December had always traditionally been a busy one for me but this year was turning out to be an exceptionally busy one.
I was a bit fed up about it at first until I remembered Andrea’s words to me when she said
“You should give more of your self, If everyone gave one hour a week, what I change could be made to the world”
I couldn’t argue with that.
After the meeting I went into the Cross Keys for lunch and as I sat nursing my pint I sulked over my unfulfilled plan to fuck Tilly Bushe into a frenzy and came to the realisation that I wouldn’t be shagging her again any time soon.
Then a thought occurred to me and I picked up my phone and after selecting a number I waited for them to answer.
After several rings it went through to the answer phone.
“Hi Tris, Simon Fisher here” I said, “If you were serious about wanting to live in the village then you may be in luck. There is a house coming on the market very soon you might be interested in”
On Friday morning I decided I would hire a car.
I did this for several reasons, firstly my knee still wasn’t a hundred percent and as it was going to be a very hectic week ahead, secondly because several of my commitments were in Kiddingstone and thirdly I could use it to pick Georgia up from University in time for Christmas.
It was nothing too grand, just a little two-door puddle jumper, which would serve me all week.
Once I got back from Kiddingstone with the car I was still horny and a long liquid lunch did little to abate it.
When I got home I sat down in front of the TV and started watching “The Bishops Wife”, one of my favourite Christmas movies, but I lasted no more than 10 minutes before the long blinks set in so I spent the afternoon sleeping on the couch in a fitful dreamy sleep.
And it was just when I had woken from that long afternoons snoozing and surfaced from an erotic dreamland that I heard the sound of the doorbell.
The bell continued to ring as I made my way up the hall and when I opened the front door I found a rather tipsy Judith Hunt leaning against the doorframe.
“Simon darling” she slurred, “I am a damsel in distress”
“How can I help?” I said
“I’m locked out” she said “and the boys won’t be back for at least an hour”
“Could you be a dear and let me stay here until they get home?”
“Yes of course” I said just being neighbourly “Come on in party girl”
“Thank you kind sir” she said as she almost fell through the door.
“Let’s get your coat off,” I suggested
This proved to be something of an effort, but we managed it in the end and when we had she adjusted her skirt and straightened her scarlet festive top.
I sat her on a chair in the hall while I pulled her boots off revealing her festive tights with a holly leaf motif.
“Come in the kitchen and I’ll put the kettle on” I said
“Wine will do” she suggested and fell against the wall giggling.
“Coffee I think” I replied
A couple of cups later and Judith had sobered considerably and she told me all about her office Christmas lunch and how much she had enjoyed it.
Well I already knew how much she had enjoyed it by the way she fell in through the front door.
“Do you want another cup?” I asked
Judith checked her watch before replying
“Yes please, but I must have a pee first”
“Ok, I’ll take it through to the lounge” I said
I was sitting on the sofa when she tottered into the lounge, make up repaired, outfit perfect, and in one hand she held a sprig of mistletoe
“Look what I have found,” she said and as she reached me she raised it above her head.
So I puckered up and gave her a Christmas kiss and as my lips touched hers her tongue was thrust into my mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took me by surprise, so in the spirit of the season and just to be neighbourly I responded in kind.
I had never looked at Judith in my normal appraising manner, she had been more of a good friend or a big sister, but as her tongue energetically explored my mouth I was warming to her and seeing her in an entirely different light.
This may well have been the over indulgent boozy lunch, the unexpected nature of her embrace or more likely because I hadn’t had any for nearly two weeks.
As she was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around my neck I decided to press on to the next level.
My hands which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave then a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her festive sweater to explore her winter wonderland.
Underneath her woolly jumper my hands encountered another garment, an undershirt of some description so while I began tugging it from the waistband of her skirt she breathed sucking her tummy in to accommodate me.
It took only seconds after that before my hands where climbing her naked back towards her bra.
On reaching it I was surprised by the substantial piece of engineering between me and her tits.
I was used to more delicate items of lingerie with between 1 and 4 hooks but this had about ten.
I must confess I wasn’t counting them; I was just rushing through them as quickly as possible so I could get hold of the contents.
Judith’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in there assault on my mouth as my hands grappled with her huge tits, they felt great in my hands, they were real tits with a little bit of sag and not just overinflated silicon footballs.
Her nipples were big as well and as stiff as pencil ends.
“Hmmm” she went as I played with her stiffened nipples and it temporarily broke her contact with my mouth and she slurped noisily before reengaging.
I have to confess that the constant kissing was beginning to make my jaws ache so I thought it was time to give her something else to think about.
I released my hold on her great bulbous breasts and moved my hands quickly down to the hem of her skirt and began hoisting it upward exposing her festively stockinged thighs.
I quickly reached under the folds of fabric and finding the waistband I dragged her tights over her buttocks then I repeated the process with her knickers.
Once they were both residing a few inches above her knees I wasted no time in finding her fanny.
Her neatly trimmed bush was readily accessible but I couldn’t easily reach her Minge and pay it the attention it deserved.
Before I had time to figure out a solution she broke free of our embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arm of the sofa.
This presented me with a great view of her round white arse and more importantly ease of access to her gash, which I took immediate advantage of and slipped my fingers between her treacly lips.
The moment my fingers parted her lips she moaned the first of many acquiescing utterances as I frigged her to a satisfying conclusion.
While she was still bent over I extricated my self from beneath her and stood to take up a position behind her where I quickly unveiled my throbbing cock hungry for cunny after a week of dry balls and then I fed the beast.
I plunged deeply into her warm welcoming honey cunt and she exclaimed noisily in response and seemed to get louder with each insertion.
I reached down under her sweater and cupped her massive tits and I smiled to myself these are real bumper Christmas gifts.
I looked down as I continued to pound her pussy and thought my balls had never been as wet as she creamed me with each successive length until she screamed through gritted teeth and I emptied into her.
I stood there behind her for a moment caressing the great globes of her arse as she panted.
Then when I withdrew she sank to her knees and I sat on the sofa next to her and I looked her over with renewed interest as she lay face down with one huge white tit either side of the arm rest, her big round naked arse on display, her tights and knickers around her knees, a very horny picture which would be saved into the wank bank.
After a few minutes Judith turned her head to look at me and said
“My goodness that’s not a very good start is it?”
“What do you mean?” I asked puzzled
“Well I was married to Laurence for 25 years and was never unfaithful once” she replied
“Now I have a new man in my life, who I’ve only been dating for 3 weeks and I’ve been unfaithful to him already”
Then she laughed out loud which cased her jugs to jiggle.
Then more seriously she added
“We haven’t, you know, done it yet,
I’ve only ever been with… I had only ever been with Laurence and wasn’t sure about what to do with a new man, but there’s no need to worry about that now” And she laughed again
“Now that I’ve been unfaithful numerous times,
I am a serial adulteress,” she confessed
“You’ve only done it once” I pointed out
“I know” she said “but I thought I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb”
“Well I think I’d better take you to my bed then” I suggested as I stood up
“Ok” she acquiesced smuggling her tits back up her sweater “but we need to have the light off my figure isn’t up to bright lights”
“Nonsense you have a lovely shape” I corrected her as I watched her pulling her kickers and tights back up
“I’m not as firm and toned as Pandora” she said “but then you would know that better than I do”
And she went out the door.
Well that rather surprised me, the fact that she knew about Pandora and I, or was she guessing?
That was not the first surprise I was going to get that evening because when I got her into bed she gave exceptionally good head before I split her whiskers again.
I eventually took her home at 8.30 all red faced, damp drawer-ed and thoroughly sullied.
This break with tradition came about after I had the night before disproved the old adage about Santa only coming once a year by coming twice in Bernard the Elf.
Sadly after that Tilly had to leave for a prior engagement, namely dinner with her brother.
Having completed my ablutions alone I walked down to the church with Judith and Victoria as usual, though a little slower than normal due to my knee, and I was surprised to see Tilly outside the church engaged in conversation with Katy Oliver, the Vicar, and a young man I didn’t know.
“Its just one thing after another” Katy was saying
“It’s St Lucy’s day on Thursday and next weekend we have the carol concert and Christingle”
“What’s the matter? Is life testing you’re patience Vicar?”
I asked cheerfully
“No it’s testing my faith,” she said without humour and went inside.
“Now look what you’ve done” Judith said and followed in the vicar footsteps.
Victoria just looked at me and tutted and followed Judith
“I think I’ll go back to bed,” I said to Tilly, who blushed.
“What was the vicar saying anyway?” I added
“The sound system and the visual displays have packed up” Tilly replied
“Damn” I said
There was a bit of an awkward silence and then I said
“Anyway what are you doing here? I thought we were getting together for lunch”
“Tristan stayed at mine last night and he didn’t want to miss church and as I’m not a regular anywhere I thought St Lucy’s was as good as any, so here we are” she said and then almost as an after thought
“Oh by the way this is my brother Tristan”
Tristan was as different from Tilly as it was possible to get.
He was the fat to her thin, the short to her tall, and the busty to her flat.
But in one obvious way there was no difference at all he also had a friendly open face.
I shook his hand warmly and said
“Is Tristan your given name?”
“Yes, awful isn’t it”? He replied
“Well it could have been worse, just think if your folks had named you Tudor,” I said and he laughed like a drain
“Ha Ha did she tell you about Ophelia?” he asked tears running down his cheeks
“Very funny both of you” Tilly snapped and went inside.
As we came out the church Tilly said
“I rather enjoyed that”
“Did you say you’re not a regular?” I asked
“That’s right, not for years, I don’t know why I lapsed” she replied, “Tristan is a regular though”
Later at lunch, the conversation turned back to the Vicar.
“I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea, it was very out of character,” I said in defense of Katy
“It’s just such a busy time for her”
“Don’t worry” Tilly said, “I rather like Katy”
“Good” I said, “it’s not like her to snap like that, I wonder if there isn’t something else bothering her”
“I thought the same thing” Tilly said and added
“Anyway Tris and I have been talking”
“What about?” I asked
“The sound system” she said “that’s our area of expertise”
“And what conclusion did you reach?” I asked
“Well its not a complicated system,” Tristan interjected “We could easily patch it up in the short term, and after Christmas we could look at a more permanent solution maybe even replace the whole thing”
“They don’t have much money,” I added
“Not an issue” Tilly said, “we know people who know people”
“But I thought you were a “whiz kid”” I said to Tilly
“I am” she replied proudly “but there is more to Sound Bites than that”
“Are you sure you can do it”? I asked them and they both nodded.
Well I had been feeling rather guilty about my earlier flippancy with the Vicar so it was with the most selfish of motives that I suggested
“Well let’s go and make her day then”
Katy Oliver burst into tears when Tilly and Tristan put their proposal to her.
“Its divine providence” Katy Sobbed “I prayed for a solution and here you are” then collapsed in Tilly’s long gangly arms
Tristan and I made a tactical withdrawal and Tilly stayed with Katy for a while afterwards.
Tris and I took a walk round the village green and got to know each other.
He was also from Kiddingstone like Tilly but he was living in Guildford until he sold his house.
His marriage had just ended and he just wanted to off load the house and draw a line under an unhappy episode in his life.
“I wouldn’t mind living here” Tristan said “first impressions and all that”
“I wouldn’t live anywhere else” I admitted “but houses don’t come up for sale very often”
When Tilly finally reappeared it was clear that she had been crying as well and she was a little quiet for the rest of the afternoon.
When I went home I reflected that it had been a bit of an eventful day for a Sunday.
And if Sunday had been an eventful day then it merely heralded the beginning of an even more eventful week to come.
On Monday morning I was working in my study penning the next salacious instalments of my bawdy tales when I was distracted by the loud droning of an engine.
When I went to investigate I discovered Frankie and Maisie in the garden feeding sand and cement into the bucket of a cement mixer.
I had forgotten I had arranged for then to lay my new garden path, that put an end to my writing for the day.
The drone of the engine was going straight through me so I took a walk into the village.
I wandered aimlessly down the road with no particular purpose and found myself walking past Mahajak’s.
“I’ll go in and flirt with Shula” I said to myself and walked into the shop only to find Shula was nowhere to be seen.
Aunt Anjuli was behind the counter looking tired and drawn.
“Hello” I said brightly
“Hello Simon” she said flatly
“No Shula today?” I asked hopefully
“She is upstairs nursing Omid” she replied
“He’s still poorly then?” I enquired
She just nodded in response.
It was at that moment that my eye was drawn to a large stack of magazines. The Radio Times to be precise, the bumper Christmas edition.
I know that it’s a bit sad but I really look forward to getting the Bumper Christmas Edition of the Radio Times, (other TV Guides are available). It is one of the highlights of the season for me, it does sound really sad doesn’t it?
But to make it even sadder, I bought two copies.
After leaving Mahajak’s and a worried Anjuli I noticed a couple of vans outside the church.
I took a walk in that direction and I discovered Tristan and Tilly had been true to their word as one of the two vans bore the livery of Sound Bites.
I was tempted to go in and see how they were getting on but in truth I wouldn’t have been able to tell how they were progressing.
It was at the precise moment I was trying to decide whether to go to the Golf club bar or the Cross Keys when someone grabbed my arm.
I turned around to see it was Katy Oliver.
“Hello Simon” she said
“Hello Vicar, you surprised me,” I said
Than she surprised me again by giving me a bear hug almost crushing my Radio Times and kissed my cheek several times.
“You’ve saved my life” Katy said and hurried off towards the church and then over her shoulder she shouted
“I still haven’t forgiven you for what you did in the grotto though”
I didn’t think she was convinced by the charade Tilly and I put on.
When I walked past the church on Wednesday on my way to the Church committee meeting there was only the one van parked outside and there were a lot of strange noises emanating from inside.
And by Thursday everything was set for St Lucy’s Day.
It all began once the darkness had fully descended with a celebration service and then after the church service a parade of school children from St Lucy’s school process through the village carrying their Lucy lights and then throw them onto the bonfire to light the Lucy fire on the village green.
It’s all very pagan and a Swedish tradition originally, a mixture of the Christian and the pagan really, something that Victoria Braithwaite’s father introduced to the village more than forty years earlier.
It is believed that St Lucy’s light can lengthen the days
The St Lucy’s day festival was always well attended as its such a unique event.
Christians from churches far and wide attended the service and a healthy crowd both church and secular turned out for the parade, even the odd humanist had been known to turn up, but then most humanists were odd in my view.
For Reverend Katy Oliver the second weekend of advent was a test of endurance but with the success of St Lucy’s day under her belt she approached the first leg of the marathon with renewed vigour.
The Carol Concert on Saturday night was an all ticket occasion and as always it was performed to a packed house.
The sound system was excellent and the new visual displays came into their own.
But as successful as the concert was there was no time for Katy to rest on her laurels because the next morning brought the Sunday Service and the lighting of the second candle of advent.
After another success with the morning service going off without a hitch there was just time for a light lunch before she was off again.
The Christingle Service has become ingrained in Anglican worship though it has its origins in Eastern Europe and the Christingle Service is a Service of candle lights where very many years ago people gathered in the street, sang carols and collected gifts to help the less fortunate in the community.
It is a beautiful candle lit service of hymns, carols, recitations and bible readings, but Christingle goes beyond a candle light service and it tells a story.
A story is told with the symbolic use of the following items:
An orange representing the world.
A red ribbon tied around the orange to symbolize the blood of Jesus shed for his people.
Toothpicks decorated with dried fruits and sweets are placed at the four corners of the orange representing all the people of the world.
A lighted candle in the centre of the orange represents the gift of the light of Christ to the world.
Firstly the children make the Christingle lights in Sunday school, and then they carry them proudly in procession into the church where they are lit for the service.
By Sunday evening it was over, Katy had got through it, the miracle marathon had been completed and she looked visibly relieved and hugged Tilly who had been on hand at every stage of the proceedings.
Watching, supporting and worshipping.
It certainly had been a funny old week, a week in which Tilly and Tristan had saved the day, and Katy Oliver’s sanity and Katy had survived the miracle marathon and I had unwittingly got Tilly involved with the church again as a result of our dalliances and apparently rekindled the flickering flame of her faith.
I wondered, quite naturally that maybe my mission in life was in fact to be a sword-wielding soldier for Christ converting the heathen with my evangelical sex.
Well that’s my story anyway.
Anyway it was a very good week and I didn’t get my balls wet once.
The following week by comparison was a quiet one Frankie and Maisie had finished laying the path and I had only one appointment in the diary for the week in fact it was the only one until the New Year.
Due to my unexpected and out of character abstinence since the Bazaar I began the week with a lingering horniness, however I was going to be seeing Tilly on Wednesday and hoped to revisit her luxuriant beaver so that would almost certainly cure me.
As I walked to the village on Wednesday for the Church committee meeting I saw Dr Andrews leave the vicarage and get into her car, I’m sure she saw me but she didn’t stop and as she drove away I wondered what Claire was doing there after all making house calls was not in vogue.
When I got to the Church Hall I was almost the last to arrive and I found the assembled group in sombre mood.
Also in the room was a stranger who was introduced to me as the Reverend Robert Hunter, a tall good-looking man a year or two older than me.
It seemed that the stresses and strains of the previous week had taken its toll on Katy.
But by all accounts she would appear to be no more than thoroughly run down and had been advised to take a complete rest.
That was obviously the reason why Claire was leaving the vicarage.
Full bed rest for the week would hopefully put her right and she would be strong enough to participate on Sunday.
Reverend Hunter would be standing in for her wherever and whenever necessary until then.
There was still a busy program to get through, two more advent Sundays, midnight mass and Christmas morning itself.
The meeting moved on at a pace once we got started and we covered a good deal of ground.
One of the things covered was my position on the committee.
Eleanor Overend, whose position I had been substituting, would not be returning to Bushy Down, she would be selling up and moving in with her sister, so I was being made a permanent member.
For the last quarter of the meeting we planned to discuss the technical issues with the church PA system and with this in mind, Tilly was summoned into the meeting.
When I introduced Tilly to the Reverend Hunter there was an almost instant mutual attraction and to be quite honest I and the other committee members might just as well have been absent.
I had thought I might slake my libidinous thirst by imbibing deeply of the delights of Tilly’s hairy Minge but her lustful eye had clearly settled on the replacement Vicar.
So that was something of a turn up and I was clearly not to satisfy my horniness and having thought prior to the meeting that I only had one commitment until years end, I found my diary suddenly full as a result of it.
December had always traditionally been a busy one for me but this year was turning out to be an exceptionally busy one.
I was a bit fed up about it at first until I remembered Andrea’s words to me when she said
“You should give more of your self, If everyone gave one hour a week, what I change could be made to the world”
I couldn’t argue with that.
After the meeting I went into the Cross Keys for lunch and as I sat nursing my pint I sulked over my unfulfilled plan to fuck Tilly Bushe into a frenzy and came to the realisation that I wouldn’t be shagging her again any time soon.
Then a thought occurred to me and I picked up my phone and after selecting a number I waited for them to answer.
After several rings it went through to the answer phone.
“Hi Tris, Simon Fisher here” I said, “If you were serious about wanting to live in the village then you may be in luck. There is a house coming on the market very soon you might be interested in”
On Friday morning I decided I would hire a car.
I did this for several reasons, firstly my knee still wasn’t a hundred percent and as it was going to be a very hectic week ahead, secondly because several of my commitments were in Kiddingstone and thirdly I could use it to pick Georgia up from University in time for Christmas.
It was nothing too grand, just a little two-door puddle jumper, which would serve me all week.
Once I got back from Kiddingstone with the car I was still horny and a long liquid lunch did little to abate it.
When I got home I sat down in front of the TV and started watching “The Bishops Wife”, one of my favourite Christmas movies, but I lasted no more than 10 minutes before the long blinks set in so I spent the afternoon sleeping on the couch in a fitful dreamy sleep.
And it was just when I had woken from that long afternoons snoozing and surfaced from an erotic dreamland that I heard the sound of the doorbell.
The bell continued to ring as I made my way up the hall and when I opened the front door I found a rather tipsy Judith Hunt leaning against the doorframe.
“Simon darling” she slurred, “I am a damsel in distress”
“How can I help?” I said
“I’m locked out” she said “and the boys won’t be back for at least an hour”
“Could you be a dear and let me stay here until they get home?”
“Yes of course” I said just being neighbourly “Come on in party girl”
“Thank you kind sir” she said as she almost fell through the door.
“Let’s get your coat off,” I suggested
This proved to be something of an effort, but we managed it in the end and when we had she adjusted her skirt and straightened her scarlet festive top.
I sat her on a chair in the hall while I pulled her boots off revealing her festive tights with a holly leaf motif.
“Come in the kitchen and I’ll put the kettle on” I said
“Wine will do” she suggested and fell against the wall giggling.
“Coffee I think” I replied
A couple of cups later and Judith had sobered considerably and she told me all about her office Christmas lunch and how much she had enjoyed it.
Well I already knew how much she had enjoyed it by the way she fell in through the front door.
“Do you want another cup?” I asked
Judith checked her watch before replying
“Yes please, but I must have a pee first”
“Ok, I’ll take it through to the lounge” I said
I was sitting on the sofa when she tottered into the lounge, make up repaired, outfit perfect, and in one hand she held a sprig of mistletoe
“Look what I have found,” she said and as she reached me she raised it above her head.
So I puckered up and gave her a Christmas kiss and as my lips touched hers her tongue was thrust into my mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took me by surprise, so in the spirit of the season and just to be neighbourly I responded in kind.
I had never looked at Judith in my normal appraising manner, she had been more of a good friend or a big sister, but as her tongue energetically explored my mouth I was warming to her and seeing her in an entirely different light.
This may well have been the over indulgent boozy lunch, the unexpected nature of her embrace or more likely because I hadn’t had any for nearly two weeks.
As she was showing no signs of letting up and had consolidated her position by locking her arms around my neck I decided to press on to the next level.
My hands which had been on the small of her back slipped down to her big round buttocks and gave then a squeeze and finding them surprisingly firm they lingered there briefly before ascending beneath her festive sweater to explore her winter wonderland.
Underneath her woolly jumper my hands encountered another garment, an undershirt of some description so while I began tugging it from the waistband of her skirt she breathed sucking her tummy in to accommodate me.
It took only seconds after that before my hands where climbing her naked back towards her bra.
On reaching it I was surprised by the substantial piece of engineering between me and her tits.
I was used to more delicate items of lingerie with between 1 and 4 hooks but this had about ten.
I must confess I wasn’t counting them; I was just rushing through them as quickly as possible so I could get hold of the contents.
Judith’s slobbering lips were showing no signs of relenting in there assault on my mouth as my hands grappled with her huge tits, they felt great in my hands, they were real tits with a little bit of sag and not just overinflated silicon footballs.
Her nipples were big as well and as stiff as pencil ends.
“Hmmm” she went as I played with her stiffened nipples and it temporarily broke her contact with my mouth and she slurped noisily before reengaging.
I have to confess that the constant kissing was beginning to make my jaws ache so I thought it was time to give her something else to think about.
I released my hold on her great bulbous breasts and moved my hands quickly down to the hem of her skirt and began hoisting it upward exposing her festively stockinged thighs.
I quickly reached under the folds of fabric and finding the waistband I dragged her tights over her buttocks then I repeated the process with her knickers.
Once they were both residing a few inches above her knees I wasted no time in finding her fanny.
Her neatly trimmed bush was readily accessible but I couldn’t easily reach her Minge and pay it the attention it deserved.
Before I had time to figure out a solution she broke free of our embrace and bent forward until she was resting her hands on the arm of the sofa.
This presented me with a great view of her round white arse and more importantly ease of access to her gash, which I took immediate advantage of and slipped my fingers between her treacly lips.
The moment my fingers parted her lips she moaned the first of many acquiescing utterances as I frigged her to a satisfying conclusion.
While she was still bent over I extricated my self from beneath her and stood to take up a position behind her where I quickly unveiled my throbbing cock hungry for cunny after a week of dry balls and then I fed the beast.
I plunged deeply into her warm welcoming honey cunt and she exclaimed noisily in response and seemed to get louder with each insertion.
I reached down under her sweater and cupped her massive tits and I smiled to myself these are real bumper Christmas gifts.
I looked down as I continued to pound her pussy and thought my balls had never been as wet as she creamed me with each successive length until she screamed through gritted teeth and I emptied into her.
I stood there behind her for a moment caressing the great globes of her arse as she panted.
Then when I withdrew she sank to her knees and I sat on the sofa next to her and I looked her over with renewed interest as she lay face down with one huge white tit either side of the arm rest, her big round naked arse on display, her tights and knickers around her knees, a very horny picture which would be saved into the wank bank.
After a few minutes Judith turned her head to look at me and said
“My goodness that’s not a very good start is it?”
“What do you mean?” I asked puzzled
“Well I was married to Laurence for 25 years and was never unfaithful once” she replied
“Now I have a new man in my life, who I’ve only been dating for 3 weeks and I’ve been unfaithful to him already”
Then she laughed out loud which cased her jugs to jiggle.
Then more seriously she added
“We haven’t, you know, done it yet,
I’ve only ever been with… I had only ever been with Laurence and wasn’t sure about what to do with a new man, but there’s no need to worry about that now” And she laughed again
“Now that I’ve been unfaithful numerous times,
I am a serial adulteress,” she confessed
“You’ve only done it once” I pointed out
“I know” she said “but I thought I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb”
“Well I think I’d better take you to my bed then” I suggested as I stood up
“Ok” she acquiesced smuggling her tits back up her sweater “but we need to have the light off my figure isn’t up to bright lights”
“Nonsense you have a lovely shape” I corrected her as I watched her pulling her kickers and tights back up
“I’m not as firm and toned as Pandora” she said “but then you would know that better than I do”
And she went out the door.
Well that rather surprised me, the fact that she knew about Pandora and I, or was she guessing?
That was not the first surprise I was going to get that evening because when I got her into bed she gave exceptionally good head before I split her whiskers again.
I eventually took her home at 8.30 all red faced, damp drawer-ed and thoroughly sullied.
2013
I HATE JANUARY
I hate January
January I do not enjoy
It has no pleasure
It has no joy
Christmas is over
All the money has gone
5 weeks till payday
January is wrong
I love December
December has it all
December is the time
To have a ball
In fact December
Has to much fun
And not enough time
To get it all done
The Festivities
Leave us in a daze
There is too much
For 31 days
So the solution
Is a simple one
I can’t believe
It hasn’t been done
Get rid of January
No one likes it
Have two Decembers
Then everything will fit
IT’S SUCH A MILD NEW YEAR
It’s such a mild New Year
All the birds are singing noisily
Noisy little bastards
Should be frozen to a tree
I hate January
January I do not enjoy
It has no pleasure
It has no joy
Christmas is over
All the money has gone
5 weeks till payday
January is wrong
I love December
December has it all
December is the time
To have a ball
In fact December
Has to much fun
And not enough time
To get it all done
The Festivities
Leave us in a daze
There is too much
For 31 days
So the solution
Is a simple one
I can’t believe
It hasn’t been done
Get rid of January
No one likes it
Have two Decembers
Then everything will fit
IT’S SUCH A MILD NEW YEAR
It’s such a mild New Year
All the birds are singing noisily
Noisy little bastards
Should be frozen to a tree
A CHRISTMAS SELECTION # 5
THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS TIME
The magic of Christmas time
Is all the good will it brings
But sadly it gets packed away
With the other Christmas things
THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS
The magic of Christmas
Is the Christmas cheer
What a shame it can’t last
Throughout the year
CHRISTMAS PUDDING
Christmas pudding
Boiling in the pot
Rich steamed pudding
Hissing in the pot
Christmas pudding
Singing in the pot
Turn the pudding out
Its steaming hot
CHRISTMAS STAR
The Christmas star
Festively untypical
Having poisonous milk
And being tropical
But scarlet petal-like leaves
Make them appear more topical
And star shaped flowers
Are more decoratively typical
THE THING THAT I ENJOY THE MOST
The thing that I enjoy the most
When Christmas descends
Isn’t giving and receiving gifts
It’s seeing my family and friends
Because when it comes down to it
That’s what counts in the end
SPARE A THOUGHT
We live in a selfish world
We all think of “me and mine”
It’s perfectly natural, after all
Putting family first is fine
But just take a moment
As you sit down to dine
To think of the hungry
And when the meal is done
Think of the homeless
And as you enjoy the family fun
With people who truly care
Think of those who have no one
IN TRUE DICKENSIAN TRADITION
In true Dickensian tradition
Amidst the Christmas mayhem
Even in the thronging malls
There are unforced smiles
And pleasantries exchanged
Between people with
Christmas in their hearts
Warm and heartfelt wishes
Given gladly without hesitation
One stranger to another
THE DOORBELL RINGS
The doorbell rings to announce
Arrivals from across the miles
And the spirit of the season
Is visible in the Christmas smiles
REMEMBER DECEMBER
The chilly month of December
Is the time for us to remember
In the run up to Christmas
Those who went before us
Loved ones and dear friends
Whose influence still wends
Shaping the form and style
Their memories making us smile
We remember the traditions
As they shared our celebrations
PUT A COIN IN THE BUCKET
Put a coin in the bucket
It doesn’t have to be big
Just a small token
That you won’t even miss
Put a coin in the bucket
Just drop it in
Or maybe a few
It’s good for your heart
Put a coin in the bucket
And shine a light
Into the darkest corner
Of a strangers life
Put a coin in the bucket
It’s nothing to you
But a bucket full of nothings
Will do a lot of good
WE COULD HAVE
We could have raised a glass
With all the usual crowd
We could have gone to mums
And spent Christmas in Stroud
We could have jetted off
For sand and sea and sun
We could’ve gone to my bro’s
Were they have “lots of fun”
We could have stayed at home
And just had “a quiet one”
Laughing at the annual
Morecambe and Wise rerun
But we decided to avoid this year
The usual helter skelter
And help cook Christmas dinner
At the homeless shelter
MAY THIS CHRISTMAS SEASON
May this Christmas season
Be overflowing with Christmas spirit
Enough to banish all the Grinch’s
And the Ebenezer Scrooges
And make it a very merry Christmas
CHRISTMAS ROSE
Christmas rose
The Evergreen beauty
Winter-blooming flowers
Of white or purplish hue
In wide display
Decorate the European
Landscape at Christmas
The magic of Christmas time
Is all the good will it brings
But sadly it gets packed away
With the other Christmas things
THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS
The magic of Christmas
Is the Christmas cheer
What a shame it can’t last
Throughout the year
CHRISTMAS PUDDING
Christmas pudding
Boiling in the pot
Rich steamed pudding
Hissing in the pot
Christmas pudding
Singing in the pot
Turn the pudding out
Its steaming hot
CHRISTMAS STAR
The Christmas star
Festively untypical
Having poisonous milk
And being tropical
But scarlet petal-like leaves
Make them appear more topical
And star shaped flowers
Are more decoratively typical
THE THING THAT I ENJOY THE MOST
The thing that I enjoy the most
When Christmas descends
Isn’t giving and receiving gifts
It’s seeing my family and friends
Because when it comes down to it
That’s what counts in the end
SPARE A THOUGHT
We live in a selfish world
We all think of “me and mine”
It’s perfectly natural, after all
Putting family first is fine
But just take a moment
As you sit down to dine
To think of the hungry
And when the meal is done
Think of the homeless
And as you enjoy the family fun
With people who truly care
Think of those who have no one
IN TRUE DICKENSIAN TRADITION
In true Dickensian tradition
Amidst the Christmas mayhem
Even in the thronging malls
There are unforced smiles
And pleasantries exchanged
Between people with
Christmas in their hearts
Warm and heartfelt wishes
Given gladly without hesitation
One stranger to another
THE DOORBELL RINGS
The doorbell rings to announce
Arrivals from across the miles
And the spirit of the season
Is visible in the Christmas smiles
REMEMBER DECEMBER
The chilly month of December
Is the time for us to remember
In the run up to Christmas
Those who went before us
Loved ones and dear friends
Whose influence still wends
Shaping the form and style
Their memories making us smile
We remember the traditions
As they shared our celebrations
PUT A COIN IN THE BUCKET
Put a coin in the bucket
It doesn’t have to be big
Just a small token
That you won’t even miss
Put a coin in the bucket
Just drop it in
Or maybe a few
It’s good for your heart
Put a coin in the bucket
And shine a light
Into the darkest corner
Of a strangers life
Put a coin in the bucket
It’s nothing to you
But a bucket full of nothings
Will do a lot of good
WE COULD HAVE
We could have raised a glass
With all the usual crowd
We could have gone to mums
And spent Christmas in Stroud
We could have jetted off
For sand and sea and sun
We could’ve gone to my bro’s
Were they have “lots of fun”
We could have stayed at home
And just had “a quiet one”
Laughing at the annual
Morecambe and Wise rerun
But we decided to avoid this year
The usual helter skelter
And help cook Christmas dinner
At the homeless shelter
MAY THIS CHRISTMAS SEASON
May this Christmas season
Be overflowing with Christmas spirit
Enough to banish all the Grinch’s
And the Ebenezer Scrooges
And make it a very merry Christmas
CHRISTMAS ROSE
Christmas rose
The Evergreen beauty
Winter-blooming flowers
Of white or purplish hue
In wide display
Decorate the European
Landscape at Christmas
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