On Saturday morning I got up and showered and felt surprisingly human considering the amount of wine I consumed but obviously 12 hours sleep helped.
It was something of a relief not to be hung over as I had Roving Angels later on that night and Georgia was coming round for part of the day as well.
Georgie arrived just after 9 o’clock, which was early for her, but she was working at the club later and would have to leave me after lunch.
Since we returned from Paris we hadn’t really had a chance to talk much about the engagement and setting a date for the wedding so we thought as the house was empty it would be the perfect opportunity.
So we were sitting in the lounge on the very sofa that had been the scene of Pandora’s birthday treat the day before, talking about the wedding.
“Church?” I asked
“St Lucy’s of course” she replied
“Agreed”
“Reception?” I asked
“The Club” she replied
“Agreed”
“When?” I asked
“Well you know it was a year ago today since you took advantage of me and stole my innocence?” she asked
“I think you might be miss remembering the occasion Miss Gregory,” I told her
“I don’t think so” she said indignantly “I was an innocent, I hadn’t even had my tits felt until you got your grubby hands on them”
“The way I remember it I didn’t have to take anything” I corrected her “you offered it to me on a plate or should I say on a table”
The table of course referred to the patio table that I sullied her on.
“That’s not how it was at all,” she said giving me a playful punch
“The way I remember it YOU seduced me,” I said
“When you sauntered out of the woods in your yellow dress,
“I saw the pretty girls leave” you said, “Everyone really loves the pretty girls,” you said “I’m not pretty,” you said, all sultry and pouty”
“I did not,” she said laughing and punched me again
After a couple of minutes of giggling I said
“Anyway, it was a year ago yesterday actually”
“I know but it happened on a Saturday and today is the nearest Saturday,” she said
“I understand what you’re saying now, you want us to get married next year on the nearest Saturday to the day you seduced me” I said
“Yes” she said “two years from the day you first forced yourself on me”
“Ok you speak to “The Snipe” today about booking the club” I said “and I’ll go down and speak to Robert about St Lucy’s”
“The Snipe” was Miss Agnes Snipe commercial manager at the Golf club and Georgia’s boss.
“That’s settled then” she said and moved in very close so I could smell her intoxicating perfume.
She had a wantonly pure expression on her face with a twinkle of lust in her beautifully hypnotic green eyes that hinted at her intent as she lent in and kissed me.
Her mouth pressed hard against mine as her darting tongue flicked in and out.
Then I thought she was going wrap her arms around my neck and really get into it, but instead she took me by surprise by pushing herself upwards and all of a sudden so she was standing up in front of me.
“You don’t get me that easy” she said
Then she simultaneously pulled the neckline of her top down and lifted up her skirt to give me a glimpse of her Yellow bra and panties.
“Do you remember these?” she taunted
“Yes” I said, “They’re the ones you flashed at me last year”
“If you mean the ones you ripped from a poor maiden’s defenceless body, then yes,” She corrected me
“They’re very nice,” I said
“Well you’re never getting in them again until you admit you took advantage of me when I was an innocence young girl” she said while still flourishing her knickers.
“Well if you put it like that” I said and sprang up off the sofa towards her, taking her completely by surprise.
Georgia leapt backwards and screamed as she ran aimlessly around the room trying to evade capture which she did for about thirty seconds before I grabbed her about the waist.
“Leave me alone pervy git” she squealed as I manoeuvred her around and hoisted her up over my shoulder fireman life style.
“So you were you saying?” I said, “Are these the knickers I won’t get inside”
I ran my hand up her skirt and then up the leg of her pants and squeezed her bum cheek.
“Get off” she squealed and giggled “Get off”
“Get them off did you say?” I asked
“Get off” she repeated still giggling
“No problem at all” I said and yanked her knickers off her arse and pulled them down to her knees, and then I spanked her bare arse.
“Now what shall I do with you”? I asked
“You’re going to take advantage of me again,” she suggested
“Yes but where” I pondered
“Rapist” she shouted “Defiler of virgins”
“I know” I said and carried her to the dining room and plonking her on the table.
“Offered to me on a table just like the first time”
“Oooh yes” She answered and lay down.
I wandered about the room, discarding my clothes as I mused
“Or bent over a chair?”
“Yes, yes” she squealed and pulled off her knickers
“On the floor perhaps” I suggested
“Ok” she said now kneeling on the table divesting herself of her dress.
“Doggie?” I pondered
“Yes” Georgie said discarding her bra
“Missionary?” I asked
“Or cowgirl?”
“Yes, yes, and yes” she screamed
“I just don’t know which one though my innocent little maiden” I said and sat down on the dining chair.
“I just don’t know what I fancy”
“I do” she said and slithered off the table and onto my lap.
Placing one hand on the table and the other on the back of my chair.
She was half biting her lip and half smiling as she then lowered herself towards my purple headed erection.
I felt my helmet touching her creamy lips and Georgia’s whole body trembled as her lips enveloped my knob and she growled as it entered her.
I had both hands on her hips as she completely engulfed me.
“So you’ve thrown yourself at me again honey” I said making eye contact with her
“You weren’t decisive enough” she said, “Some of us have a job to get to”
Her statement was followed by a moan of self-satisfaction “Ohhhhh” she moaned at the deepest point of penetration as her
Cunny slid down to my balls.
My hands were now on her buttocks as she warmed to her task rising and falling on me
Her eyes were shut as she rose again and they opened wide as she slid all the way down my shaft.
She kissed me, and then her arms wrapped tightly around my neck and she began to pump on me like a steam hammer.
Panting hard through gritted teeth she pounded her pussy on my shaft again and again until she jerked to a conclusion and yelled.
“Oh my God” and jerked again as I came too.
“How good am I?” she asked smugly and kissed me
“Not bad” I replied
“I was bloody amazing” Georgie said very satisfied with her performance and her orgasms.
Monday 13 May 2013
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 74) Anniversaries (Part One)
In the early hours of the morning after the funeral, when Olivia Adamson slipped out of my bed I was left completely fatigued.
But I was also left with a newfound appreciation of a woman who prior to that day had not in any way appeared on my sexual radar.
She had over recent months earned my respect and admiration regarding all things surrounding Katy’s last months but she had never “rang my bell” in a sexual way.
It just goes to show you should never say never I suppose.
Later that same morning I awoke refreshed and at peace but when I walked into the kitchen the sight that I beheld was not a pretty one.
Anne was sitting at the kitchen table nursing a black coffee and judging by the fact she looked like there was to be another death in the family, a pretty savage hangover.
“Oh my goodness” I said
“Shhh” she gestured “have some respect for the dead”
The day after the funeral Anne was planning to go away for a few days to visit friends in various parts of the country before her return to Khartoum.
But after her over indulgence the day before, she was in no fit state to go anywhere except back to her bed.
She was adamant that she should not let people down but I persuaded her to phone her friends and delay her departure until the next morning, she could even delay her flight home as she had an open ticket, that way she could still get to see everyone.
Eventually she saw the sense in what I was saying and after a handful of phone calls she went back to bed.
So it was on Thursday morning with Anne restored to her pre binge best, full of vim and vigour and ready to take on the world, that I set her off on her journey by driving her to Godalming in the car I had hired for the week for the first leg of her sojourn.
Once I returned home I found the house eerily quiet and I didn’t much like it all but I was spared my own company for a little while at least by a visit from my next door neighbour Judith Hunt who called round to ask me if I was going to lunch at the club the next day.
As much as I loved the lunch club with the girls I didn’t really feel much like socializing so I said
“No I don’t think so”
Judith gave me a look so I added
“I have to put the house back together”
“But its Pandy’s birthday” she insisted, “You have to come”
“Well we’ll see,” I said, “if I get finished in time”
“That means no then,” she said crossly
“It means if I get finished in time” I said
“Hmmm” she said as she was leaving with obvious disbelieve but she kissed me anyway and added.
“Please come you’ll enjoy it”
“We’ll see,” I reiterated
It wasn’t really a lie I hadn’t yet put the room back together since the bed and stuff had been taken away, but I really didn’t fancy socialising.
I could have spent the rest of Thursday straightening the house bud I didn’t.
I was up early on Friday which was just as well as at 8 o’clock Pandora arrived at the house dressed in joggers and a T-shirt not her normal apparel at all in fact, I had never seen her dressed down to that degree and I was quite surprised that she actually owned a pair of joggers.
“What are you doing here?” I asked “on your birthday”
“I’ve come to help,” she said
“Help with what?” I asked puzzled
“The stuff that’s preventing you from coming to my birthday lunch” she said
“I did say I’d come if I was finished,” I said
“Well the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” Pandora said cheerily.
So we set to work, Pandora set about dusting and hovering the lounge while I started carrying things in from the garage.
And by eleven o’clock we were almost finished, there was just one small sofa to bring in and then we were done.
So the two of us set about the task and having maneuvered it through the hall and into the lounge all that was required was to push it into place and with both of us pushing it moved easily into position.
Which was when with the job done and me suitably position southwest of her casually clad arse I thought I might give her birthday present.
I put my hands on her shoulders and said
“Thanks Pand, I couldn’t have done this without you”
Pandora leant back against me and I kissed the top of her head, then I ran my hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.
She leant her head back so she could look up at me and said
“We haven’t got time for that” and smiled
“I think we do” I said and bent down and kissed her smiling lips
And as I did so I began pulling the front of her t-shirt up so I could get a better hold of her tits.
“Oh no you don’t” she said and leant forward pressing her tits against the back of the sofa, denying me access and giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Playing hard to get are we,” I said and quickly lifted the back of her shirt up and unfastened her bra
“You sneaky git” she said still laughing, but pressed her front even tighter against the furnishings denying me access to her un-holstered breasts.
So a change of tack was called for and I abandoned my quest for breast and got my hand inside her jogging bottoms instead, but Pandora instantly countered my new assault by pressing her pelvis up against the frame of the sofa and wouldn’t let me get to her minge.
There was only one option left to me, which was to spin her around and push her backwards on to sofa.
She was laughing as she span around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back.
Pandora’s legs were sticking up in the air so I grabbed one ankle so she couldn’t get up again and then yanked her joggers and pants off her arse before she knew what was happening.
From then on it was relatively simple to pull them off over her ankles despite the fact she was trying to kick her legs.
“We really don’t have time,” she said still giggling
“Well you’re almost naked now” I responded as I unbuttoned my trousers and pulled my cock from my pants and gave it a bit of a tug.
Pandora’s arse was parked on the arm of the sofa while her head and shoulders were on the seat pad, as a result her fanny was looking up at me.
As I immobilized her legs with one arm I placed my hand on her bush, combing her pubes with my fingers and slipping my thumb along her greasy crease.
Pandora stopped giggling at that point and moaned softly instead
“We’re going to be late for lunch” she purred as I rubbed her clit with my thumb.
“Then the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” I said using her own words against her as I plugged into her.
The moment my shaft was greased up to my balls I released Pandy’s legs and she relocated them either side of my head and crossed her ankles behind my neck.
There were no more protestations about a lack of time only murmurs and moans of pleasure as I entered her cozy cunt again and again.
As I banged her the sofa moved inch by inch across the room as her moans grew louder until right on cue when the sofa would move no further we both came.
I withdrew from her and waddled penguin like around the sofa and sat down on the seat next to panting Pandora and put my hand on her belly.
“Happy birthday” I said
We didn’t speak for the next 10 minutes or so we just panted and reflected on a job well done.
That was until Pandora stretched and sighed, as she lay in the same position I left her in, and rolled over.
She looked up at me with a familiar look in her eye and smiled before taking my limp member in her mouth, which of course didn’t stay limp for long.
“You want to go again?” I asked
“Mmmm” she mumbled
“I thought you didn’t want to be late for lunch?” I said
Then with a slurp she released me and crawled onto my lap.
“We’re already late” she answered taking her T-shirt off and impaling herself on me.
We arrived at the club almost 40 minutes late for lunch.
“Sorry we’re late” Pandora said kissing everyone in turn before sitting down.
I kissed everyone too and sat down opposite her.
“Did you get everything done?” Judith asked
“Yes” I replied, “it just took a while to maneuver a big piece into the lounge”
Pandora kicked me under the table.
It was just after dark when I arrived home from the club slightly the worse for wear after a long leisurely lunch and a considerable amount of wine.
“God those women can drink,” I said to myself as I staggered across the 18th fairway to home.
When I got inside I went straight off to bed.
But I was also left with a newfound appreciation of a woman who prior to that day had not in any way appeared on my sexual radar.
She had over recent months earned my respect and admiration regarding all things surrounding Katy’s last months but she had never “rang my bell” in a sexual way.
It just goes to show you should never say never I suppose.
Later that same morning I awoke refreshed and at peace but when I walked into the kitchen the sight that I beheld was not a pretty one.
Anne was sitting at the kitchen table nursing a black coffee and judging by the fact she looked like there was to be another death in the family, a pretty savage hangover.
“Oh my goodness” I said
“Shhh” she gestured “have some respect for the dead”
The day after the funeral Anne was planning to go away for a few days to visit friends in various parts of the country before her return to Khartoum.
But after her over indulgence the day before, she was in no fit state to go anywhere except back to her bed.
She was adamant that she should not let people down but I persuaded her to phone her friends and delay her departure until the next morning, she could even delay her flight home as she had an open ticket, that way she could still get to see everyone.
Eventually she saw the sense in what I was saying and after a handful of phone calls she went back to bed.
So it was on Thursday morning with Anne restored to her pre binge best, full of vim and vigour and ready to take on the world, that I set her off on her journey by driving her to Godalming in the car I had hired for the week for the first leg of her sojourn.
Once I returned home I found the house eerily quiet and I didn’t much like it all but I was spared my own company for a little while at least by a visit from my next door neighbour Judith Hunt who called round to ask me if I was going to lunch at the club the next day.
As much as I loved the lunch club with the girls I didn’t really feel much like socializing so I said
“No I don’t think so”
Judith gave me a look so I added
“I have to put the house back together”
“But its Pandy’s birthday” she insisted, “You have to come”
“Well we’ll see,” I said, “if I get finished in time”
“That means no then,” she said crossly
“It means if I get finished in time” I said
“Hmmm” she said as she was leaving with obvious disbelieve but she kissed me anyway and added.
“Please come you’ll enjoy it”
“We’ll see,” I reiterated
It wasn’t really a lie I hadn’t yet put the room back together since the bed and stuff had been taken away, but I really didn’t fancy socialising.
I could have spent the rest of Thursday straightening the house bud I didn’t.
I was up early on Friday which was just as well as at 8 o’clock Pandora arrived at the house dressed in joggers and a T-shirt not her normal apparel at all in fact, I had never seen her dressed down to that degree and I was quite surprised that she actually owned a pair of joggers.
“What are you doing here?” I asked “on your birthday”
“I’ve come to help,” she said
“Help with what?” I asked puzzled
“The stuff that’s preventing you from coming to my birthday lunch” she said
“I did say I’d come if I was finished,” I said
“Well the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” Pandora said cheerily.
So we set to work, Pandora set about dusting and hovering the lounge while I started carrying things in from the garage.
And by eleven o’clock we were almost finished, there was just one small sofa to bring in and then we were done.
So the two of us set about the task and having maneuvered it through the hall and into the lounge all that was required was to push it into place and with both of us pushing it moved easily into position.
Which was when with the job done and me suitably position southwest of her casually clad arse I thought I might give her birthday present.
I put my hands on her shoulders and said
“Thanks Pand, I couldn’t have done this without you”
Pandora leant back against me and I kissed the top of her head, then I ran my hands slowly down from her shoulders until they were caressing her breasts.
She leant her head back so she could look up at me and said
“We haven’t got time for that” and smiled
“I think we do” I said and bent down and kissed her smiling lips
And as I did so I began pulling the front of her t-shirt up so I could get a better hold of her tits.
“Oh no you don’t” she said and leant forward pressing her tits against the back of the sofa, denying me access and giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Playing hard to get are we,” I said and quickly lifted the back of her shirt up and unfastened her bra
“You sneaky git” she said still laughing, but pressed her front even tighter against the furnishings denying me access to her un-holstered breasts.
So a change of tack was called for and I abandoned my quest for breast and got my hand inside her jogging bottoms instead, but Pandora instantly countered my new assault by pressing her pelvis up against the frame of the sofa and wouldn’t let me get to her minge.
There was only one option left to me, which was to spin her around and push her backwards on to sofa.
She was laughing as she span around and then let out a girlish yelp as she landed on her back.
Pandora’s legs were sticking up in the air so I grabbed one ankle so she couldn’t get up again and then yanked her joggers and pants off her arse before she knew what was happening.
From then on it was relatively simple to pull them off over her ankles despite the fact she was trying to kick her legs.
“We really don’t have time,” she said still giggling
“Well you’re almost naked now” I responded as I unbuttoned my trousers and pulled my cock from my pants and gave it a bit of a tug.
Pandora’s arse was parked on the arm of the sofa while her head and shoulders were on the seat pad, as a result her fanny was looking up at me.
As I immobilized her legs with one arm I placed my hand on her bush, combing her pubes with my fingers and slipping my thumb along her greasy crease.
Pandora stopped giggling at that point and moaned softly instead
“We’re going to be late for lunch” she purred as I rubbed her clit with my thumb.
“Then the sooner we get started the sooner we’ll be finished” I said using her own words against her as I plugged into her.
The moment my shaft was greased up to my balls I released Pandy’s legs and she relocated them either side of my head and crossed her ankles behind my neck.
There were no more protestations about a lack of time only murmurs and moans of pleasure as I entered her cozy cunt again and again.
As I banged her the sofa moved inch by inch across the room as her moans grew louder until right on cue when the sofa would move no further we both came.
I withdrew from her and waddled penguin like around the sofa and sat down on the seat next to panting Pandora and put my hand on her belly.
“Happy birthday” I said
We didn’t speak for the next 10 minutes or so we just panted and reflected on a job well done.
That was until Pandora stretched and sighed, as she lay in the same position I left her in, and rolled over.
She looked up at me with a familiar look in her eye and smiled before taking my limp member in her mouth, which of course didn’t stay limp for long.
“You want to go again?” I asked
“Mmmm” she mumbled
“I thought you didn’t want to be late for lunch?” I said
Then with a slurp she released me and crawled onto my lap.
“We’re already late” she answered taking her T-shirt off and impaling herself on me.
We arrived at the club almost 40 minutes late for lunch.
“Sorry we’re late” Pandora said kissing everyone in turn before sitting down.
I kissed everyone too and sat down opposite her.
“Did you get everything done?” Judith asked
“Yes” I replied, “it just took a while to maneuver a big piece into the lounge”
Pandora kicked me under the table.
It was just after dark when I arrived home from the club slightly the worse for wear after a long leisurely lunch and a considerable amount of wine.
“God those women can drink,” I said to myself as I staggered across the 18th fairway to home.
When I got inside I went straight off to bed.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 73) Funeral for a Friend
The morning after Anne and I made love I woke early to find the bed beside me empty.
Anne had left my bed sometime during the early morning but I didn’t notice her go.
I got up about 8 o’clock and found Anne in the kitchen making drinks
“Morning” she said “Coffee?”
“Yes please” I replied and the conversation remained at that mundane manner and we never spoke of what happened a few hours earlier.
Claire came to the house about nine and hugged me.
“How are you doing?” she asked, knowing how fond I had become of Katy.
“I’m fine” I replied
Then she repeated the exercise with Anne and the ambulance came for Katy’s body about twenty minutes after that.
The rest of the day went by in a kind of blur and I still don’t really remember a thing that happened.
On Tuesday, Olivia came to the house for the reading of the will and the planning of the funeral, not that Katy left much to plan.
And as part of the plans Katy had wisely made Olivia the executor of the will and because of her obvious organizational skills had asked her to implement the funeral arrangements.
Apart from myself and Anne, Dr Claire Andrews. The Vicar Robert Hunter, Robert’s fiancé Tilly and my cousin Molly were all in attendance.
There wasn’t much to speak of in her will she hardly had a vast estate to bequeath.
To Claire she left her, her gold crucifix, for Robert her collection of books, to Tilly she left her a Celtic bracelet (Tilly often admired it) and to Molly her gold wrist watch, (to help with her time keeping).
All her clothes and the other meagre possession she left to the church to be disposed of as they saw fit and the residue of her estate was to be divided equally between her sisters.
And to me she left her, her bible inscribed:
To Simon
“A good book for a good man”
With love Katy
I had to excuse myself.
When I returned we discussed the funeral which was to be a simple one with Claire and Judith Hunt doing the readings, Katy’s choice of hymns were Amazing Grace, Abide With Me and The Lord My Shepard and the eulogy was to be read by me, when I had written it.
The date for the funeral was set for Tuesday the 7th of May.
During the course of the week Anne and I worked closely with Olivia with the arrangements.
Which we didn’t need to be involved in but Olivia involved us with all the minutiae because it kept our minds occupied.
On the Friday the medical supply company picked up the bed and such, which made the house, feel even emptier.
It was akin to that feeling after the Christmas decorations come down in January.
Over the Bank Holiday weekend Georgia was working everyday so I only got to see her in the evenings so during the day Anne and I spent quite a lot of time sorting through Katy’s things.
Not a pleasant task by any means so I have to say that when the day of the funeral came it was greeted by us both with some relief.
Olivia had been a rock and her hand on the tiller had steered proceedings to perfection.
Warm weather was evidence on the day of the funeral and such was Katy’s popularity that everyone wanted to pay their respects, however seating in the church was quite inadequate for the numbers wanting to attend.
Tilly and Tristan, being in the sound business, had their company rig a sound system outside the church for the many people unable to get inside.
St Lucy’s was packed to the gunwales and it seemed like the whole village had turned out to say goodbye,
The village green and every available inch of verge and lane held the throng of mourners.
The service was a very moving one presided over jointly by the new vicar Robert Hunter and the Bishop.
When it came to the moment for the eulogy I rose from my pew where Georgia had been holding my hand and walked slowly to the lectern.
I stood and looked out at the sea of faces watching me and suddenly I was afraid, but then I felt a calming presence with me.
“Katy Oliver was a good person,” I began “but then that was the very least you expected her to be, but she was so much more than that”
I paused and took a breath
“She possessed a demeanour that instantly put you at your ease, and as a result she was a person it was not easy to say no to, in fact she was a person you didn’t want to say no to, because you didn’t want to disappoint her”
I looked up from my notes briefly to see the heads nodding in agreement and then I continued.
“Not only that but Katy had the uncanny knack of asking you to do something and when she had you firmly committed to the task, left you with the feeling it was your own idea”
A ripple of laughter traversed the church; I paused until it subsided,
“Katy saw through the sinner and into the person within and when she saw YOU, the real YOU inside, the person behind the façade, you felt instantly connected to the world”
I paused again and looked out across the pews.
“And as I look around her Church I know that everyone here has felt her light upon them and for me the world is a darker place with her light extinguished”
I climbed down and returned to my seat; Georgia squeezed my hand and said.
“Well done darling”
As the Bishop finished the service, the congregation slowly stood as the six pallbearers moved forward and proceeded to carry the coffin down the aisle.
The pews then slowly emptied as everyone began to decant into the churchyard.
The burial itself, as per Katy’s wishes, was to be a more private affair.
So the bulk of the onlooker’s leisurely dispersed and made their way to the Golf club for the wake.
Georgia left me in the churchyard with a kiss and joined her parents; I would catch up with her at the club after the burial.
And I walked slowly through the churchyard and joined the group of mourners at the graveside that consisted of those closest to her at the end.
Afterwards we all made our way somberly to the Golf club.
The wake was held in the ballroom, but due to the clement weather the party had spilled out onto the terraces.
It was what I considered to be a Proper funeral where everyone wore black, the men in black suits and ties and the women in the whole somber ensemble.
Which was nice, it was tradition, I liked tradition; I also liked women in black.
This would normally be a source of titillation with all the women dressed in black, as I pictured them completely in black it would be a phwor moment and give me a bit of a semi, perverse I know but there you are.
That day however I was too emotionally drained to be aroused.
So as I found myself at the rear of the group as we approached the entrance to the club, after they had all gone inside I paused and turned around and walked across the 18th fairway towards home.
When I got inside I slipped my jacket off and went to the kitchen and poured myself a drink.
After sitting alone quietly for about half an hour I was disturbed by a knock at the door.
I ignored it and poured myself another drink.
There was another more persistent knock.
I ignored it again and drained my glass.
Then there was another even more persistent knock.
So I got up and walked down the hall and reluctantly opened the door.
It was Olivia Adamson, practice manager at the local surgery and organizer extraordinaire.
She was not unattractive to look at, tall and slender with nice long legs but her chest was as flat as a bowling green and she wore glasses if for no other reason than so you knew which side the was the front.
“I was told to come and get you,” She said
“You’ve been missed”
“I don’t think I can” I replied
“Nonsense” she said, “you’re expected”
I turned around and walked back to the kitchen and sat down.
“You must” she insisted crouching down in front of me.
“I can’t” I retorted
“You have no choice”
“I can’t go, how many times must I say it”? I snapped “its too hard”
“It’s not about you,” she shouted in my face “it’s about Katy”
And then inexplicably she kissed me.
“That’s not helping” I shouted and then kissed her back.
I don’t know what it was the black attire, the heated exchange or the fact that Olivia was so straight laced.
But whatever the reason the woman of whom I had never had a single sordid thought about was making my cock throb like a Formula 1 engine.
In response to my returning her kiss she laced her skinny arms around my neck and pulled her whole frame in close.
My hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on her the surprising delight of pert little buttocks.
I grabbed a handful of her skirt with one hand and slipped the other one under it.
When I had both hands up her skirt I began dragging her tights down.
Olivia pulled her lips away from mine and I was expecting her to call a halt to proceedings but instead she said.
“Don’t ladder my tights”
“You should be wearing stockings anyway” I replied
And her mouth clamped back over mine and her lounge continued to energetically explore my mouth while I continued to debag her of her tights and knickers.
The cheeks of her arse were even more delightful when naked I fondled the exquisite globes but as nice as that was I relinquished one buttocks in order to probe between her cheeks and slip a finger into her crack.
She stopped kissing me the second my fingertip touched her crease and resting her forehead on mine she moaned at me.
Lacking any finesse on my part I quickly fingered her creamy cunny until she came loudly in my face.
We kissed again before I pushed her away.
“Turn around” I said
She followed my instructions as I undid my trousers and I sank to my knees behind her so I could do her on all fours on the kitchen floor.
I lifted her skirt off her buttocks I entered her superlatively tight cunt.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said
“Shut up and do me,” Olivia begged
Her skirt kept falling over her buttocks as I banged her so I grabbed a handful of skirt and slipped my fingers inside her waistband.
To the casual observer it would have looked like I was a bronco rider as Olivia howled like a hound while I banged her again and again.
And then through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and I exploded inside her.
Afterwards Olivia stayed on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting and sighing as I pulled out.
“Will I be in one of your mucky books now?” she asked and chuckled
“Do you want to be?” I asked her
“Yes” she replied
“Then you’re in” I said as I stood up and redressed.
After a few minutes the panting practise manger got to her feet and redressed herself.
I looked her over and said
“Oops”
“What?” she asked
“Tights” I replied
“Shit” She said looking down at herself and noticing the large holes in the knees of her tights.
Olivia had to go home and change so I returned to the club across the 18th fairway.
When I got to the club Georgia came straight up to me and asked
“Are you ok hon?”
“Yes of course” I lied “I just needed an hour to myself to get my head straight”
Georgia seemed content with that.
The wake became quite lively and by the time I got round to see everyone and got back to Georgia it was getting late.
“Sorry darling” I said to her
“Don’t worry I’ve got you to myself the rest of the week” she replied and kissed me before continuing.
“For now I think you need to get Anne home”
I looked around and Anne was completely wasted.
“I see what you mean,” I said
Olivia was sat next to her and she asked
“Do you want a hand getting her home?”
“Yes please” I said laughing, “I rather think I do”
When I got back home after the wake I carried Anne, who was completely slaughtered, upstairs to bed while Olivia waited downstairs.
When I got back to the kitchen she was standing there in her underwear, a lacy black bra and matching panties and this time she was wearing black stockings on her lovely long legs.
“So you want to be in another story?” I asked and Olivia smiled and nodded.
Anne had left my bed sometime during the early morning but I didn’t notice her go.
I got up about 8 o’clock and found Anne in the kitchen making drinks
“Morning” she said “Coffee?”
“Yes please” I replied and the conversation remained at that mundane manner and we never spoke of what happened a few hours earlier.
Claire came to the house about nine and hugged me.
“How are you doing?” she asked, knowing how fond I had become of Katy.
“I’m fine” I replied
Then she repeated the exercise with Anne and the ambulance came for Katy’s body about twenty minutes after that.
The rest of the day went by in a kind of blur and I still don’t really remember a thing that happened.
On Tuesday, Olivia came to the house for the reading of the will and the planning of the funeral, not that Katy left much to plan.
And as part of the plans Katy had wisely made Olivia the executor of the will and because of her obvious organizational skills had asked her to implement the funeral arrangements.
Apart from myself and Anne, Dr Claire Andrews. The Vicar Robert Hunter, Robert’s fiancé Tilly and my cousin Molly were all in attendance.
There wasn’t much to speak of in her will she hardly had a vast estate to bequeath.
To Claire she left her, her gold crucifix, for Robert her collection of books, to Tilly she left her a Celtic bracelet (Tilly often admired it) and to Molly her gold wrist watch, (to help with her time keeping).
All her clothes and the other meagre possession she left to the church to be disposed of as they saw fit and the residue of her estate was to be divided equally between her sisters.
And to me she left her, her bible inscribed:
To Simon
“A good book for a good man”
With love Katy
I had to excuse myself.
When I returned we discussed the funeral which was to be a simple one with Claire and Judith Hunt doing the readings, Katy’s choice of hymns were Amazing Grace, Abide With Me and The Lord My Shepard and the eulogy was to be read by me, when I had written it.
The date for the funeral was set for Tuesday the 7th of May.
During the course of the week Anne and I worked closely with Olivia with the arrangements.
Which we didn’t need to be involved in but Olivia involved us with all the minutiae because it kept our minds occupied.
On the Friday the medical supply company picked up the bed and such, which made the house, feel even emptier.
It was akin to that feeling after the Christmas decorations come down in January.
Over the Bank Holiday weekend Georgia was working everyday so I only got to see her in the evenings so during the day Anne and I spent quite a lot of time sorting through Katy’s things.
Not a pleasant task by any means so I have to say that when the day of the funeral came it was greeted by us both with some relief.
Olivia had been a rock and her hand on the tiller had steered proceedings to perfection.
Warm weather was evidence on the day of the funeral and such was Katy’s popularity that everyone wanted to pay their respects, however seating in the church was quite inadequate for the numbers wanting to attend.
Tilly and Tristan, being in the sound business, had their company rig a sound system outside the church for the many people unable to get inside.
St Lucy’s was packed to the gunwales and it seemed like the whole village had turned out to say goodbye,
The village green and every available inch of verge and lane held the throng of mourners.
The service was a very moving one presided over jointly by the new vicar Robert Hunter and the Bishop.
When it came to the moment for the eulogy I rose from my pew where Georgia had been holding my hand and walked slowly to the lectern.
I stood and looked out at the sea of faces watching me and suddenly I was afraid, but then I felt a calming presence with me.
“Katy Oliver was a good person,” I began “but then that was the very least you expected her to be, but she was so much more than that”
I paused and took a breath
“She possessed a demeanour that instantly put you at your ease, and as a result she was a person it was not easy to say no to, in fact she was a person you didn’t want to say no to, because you didn’t want to disappoint her”
I looked up from my notes briefly to see the heads nodding in agreement and then I continued.
“Not only that but Katy had the uncanny knack of asking you to do something and when she had you firmly committed to the task, left you with the feeling it was your own idea”
A ripple of laughter traversed the church; I paused until it subsided,
“Katy saw through the sinner and into the person within and when she saw YOU, the real YOU inside, the person behind the façade, you felt instantly connected to the world”
I paused again and looked out across the pews.
“And as I look around her Church I know that everyone here has felt her light upon them and for me the world is a darker place with her light extinguished”
I climbed down and returned to my seat; Georgia squeezed my hand and said.
“Well done darling”
As the Bishop finished the service, the congregation slowly stood as the six pallbearers moved forward and proceeded to carry the coffin down the aisle.
The pews then slowly emptied as everyone began to decant into the churchyard.
The burial itself, as per Katy’s wishes, was to be a more private affair.
So the bulk of the onlooker’s leisurely dispersed and made their way to the Golf club for the wake.
Georgia left me in the churchyard with a kiss and joined her parents; I would catch up with her at the club after the burial.
And I walked slowly through the churchyard and joined the group of mourners at the graveside that consisted of those closest to her at the end.
Afterwards we all made our way somberly to the Golf club.
The wake was held in the ballroom, but due to the clement weather the party had spilled out onto the terraces.
It was what I considered to be a Proper funeral where everyone wore black, the men in black suits and ties and the women in the whole somber ensemble.
Which was nice, it was tradition, I liked tradition; I also liked women in black.
This would normally be a source of titillation with all the women dressed in black, as I pictured them completely in black it would be a phwor moment and give me a bit of a semi, perverse I know but there you are.
That day however I was too emotionally drained to be aroused.
So as I found myself at the rear of the group as we approached the entrance to the club, after they had all gone inside I paused and turned around and walked across the 18th fairway towards home.
When I got inside I slipped my jacket off and went to the kitchen and poured myself a drink.
After sitting alone quietly for about half an hour I was disturbed by a knock at the door.
I ignored it and poured myself another drink.
There was another more persistent knock.
I ignored it again and drained my glass.
Then there was another even more persistent knock.
So I got up and walked down the hall and reluctantly opened the door.
It was Olivia Adamson, practice manager at the local surgery and organizer extraordinaire.
She was not unattractive to look at, tall and slender with nice long legs but her chest was as flat as a bowling green and she wore glasses if for no other reason than so you knew which side the was the front.
“I was told to come and get you,” She said
“You’ve been missed”
“I don’t think I can” I replied
“Nonsense” she said, “you’re expected”
I turned around and walked back to the kitchen and sat down.
“You must” she insisted crouching down in front of me.
“I can’t” I retorted
“You have no choice”
“I can’t go, how many times must I say it”? I snapped “its too hard”
“It’s not about you,” she shouted in my face “it’s about Katy”
And then inexplicably she kissed me.
“That’s not helping” I shouted and then kissed her back.
I don’t know what it was the black attire, the heated exchange or the fact that Olivia was so straight laced.
But whatever the reason the woman of whom I had never had a single sordid thought about was making my cock throb like a Formula 1 engine.
In response to my returning her kiss she laced her skinny arms around my neck and pulled her whole frame in close.
My hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on her the surprising delight of pert little buttocks.
I grabbed a handful of her skirt with one hand and slipped the other one under it.
When I had both hands up her skirt I began dragging her tights down.
Olivia pulled her lips away from mine and I was expecting her to call a halt to proceedings but instead she said.
“Don’t ladder my tights”
“You should be wearing stockings anyway” I replied
And her mouth clamped back over mine and her lounge continued to energetically explore my mouth while I continued to debag her of her tights and knickers.
The cheeks of her arse were even more delightful when naked I fondled the exquisite globes but as nice as that was I relinquished one buttocks in order to probe between her cheeks and slip a finger into her crack.
She stopped kissing me the second my fingertip touched her crease and resting her forehead on mine she moaned at me.
Lacking any finesse on my part I quickly fingered her creamy cunny until she came loudly in my face.
We kissed again before I pushed her away.
“Turn around” I said
She followed my instructions as I undid my trousers and I sank to my knees behind her so I could do her on all fours on the kitchen floor.
I lifted her skirt off her buttocks I entered her superlatively tight cunt.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said
“Shut up and do me,” Olivia begged
Her skirt kept falling over her buttocks as I banged her so I grabbed a handful of skirt and slipped my fingers inside her waistband.
To the casual observer it would have looked like I was a bronco rider as Olivia howled like a hound while I banged her again and again.
And then through gritted teeth she juddered and came loudly and I exploded inside her.
Afterwards Olivia stayed on all fours debauched and dishevelled panting and sighing as I pulled out.
“Will I be in one of your mucky books now?” she asked and chuckled
“Do you want to be?” I asked her
“Yes” she replied
“Then you’re in” I said as I stood up and redressed.
After a few minutes the panting practise manger got to her feet and redressed herself.
I looked her over and said
“Oops”
“What?” she asked
“Tights” I replied
“Shit” She said looking down at herself and noticing the large holes in the knees of her tights.
Olivia had to go home and change so I returned to the club across the 18th fairway.
When I got to the club Georgia came straight up to me and asked
“Are you ok hon?”
“Yes of course” I lied “I just needed an hour to myself to get my head straight”
Georgia seemed content with that.
The wake became quite lively and by the time I got round to see everyone and got back to Georgia it was getting late.
“Sorry darling” I said to her
“Don’t worry I’ve got you to myself the rest of the week” she replied and kissed me before continuing.
“For now I think you need to get Anne home”
I looked around and Anne was completely wasted.
“I see what you mean,” I said
Olivia was sat next to her and she asked
“Do you want a hand getting her home?”
“Yes please” I said laughing, “I rather think I do”
When I got back home after the wake I carried Anne, who was completely slaughtered, upstairs to bed while Olivia waited downstairs.
When I got back to the kitchen she was standing there in her underwear, a lacy black bra and matching panties and this time she was wearing black stockings on her lovely long legs.
“So you want to be in another story?” I asked and Olivia smiled and nodded.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 72) The Dying Of The Light
I spent most of Monday in Dakota’s bed at her Uncle Will’s house, and it was a time spent in mutually satisfying pleasure.
I have to confess that when I left her house I was completely drained and my legs were sapped of all their strength and the walk home was a slow and weary one.
The only thing that got me through the arduous perambulation was the thought of lying down on my bed.
However when I got home I found Claire, Anne and Molly in the kitchen wearing grave expressions.
“What’s wrong?” I asked
“Katy’s had a bit of a downturn,” Claire said
“Why didn’t you call me?” I said crossly
“Because there was nothing you could do,” Claire said
“Apart from worry”
“And we had that department covered already” Anne added.
A wave of guilt washed over me as I came to terms with the fact that while I was banging Dakotas bald bristle less beaver all morning Katy had was suffering.
“You selfish bastard” I thought to myself as I sat down beside her bed where I stayed for the rest of the day, sitting in the uncomfortable armchair where I eventually fell asleep.
I awoke on the morning of St Georges Day with a stiff neck to find Katy was a little better than the night before.
I resolved not to put my selfish carnal desires before her wellbeing again and I never left her side for more than an hour at any one time and I never left the house for any reason.
Claire was at the house every day that week but despite her best efforts Katy continued to decline.
I sat at her bedside and tried to keep her going though she had little or no conversation in her for the most part so I spent the time reading to her from Harry Potter.
By the weekend she had stabilized but Claire continued to come in daily and on Sunday she advised that we should call the Bishop as the end wasn’t far away.
The mood in the house had been very subdued all week but by the time the Bishop arrived on Sunday evening the mood was positively downcast.
The Bishop went in to see Katy and we all sat in the kitchen.
About ten minutes later Reverend Hunter arrived accompanied by Tilly, Robert joined the Bishop and Tilly came to us and hugged us all one by one.
She told us that the word had spread through the village and the parishioners were holding a candlelight vigil at the church and a number had placed lighted candles on the path to the house.
After the Bishop had left Claire went in with the nurse to check on Katy and when she returned she said to us all.
“If you have anything meaningful you wish to say to her now might be a good time to do it”
We took it in turns to go in and say our goodbyes and the kitchen was awash with sobbing.
“I’ll get Marion on the phone” Anne said
“Good idea” we all agreed.
I spent another night in the uncomfortable chair and the next morning as I stretched out the stiffness in my neck I found Katy awake and lucid.
“I’ll be out of your hair soon” she said
“Don’t you talk like that?” I said crossly forcing back the tears.
I took hold of her hand and continued
“I would give up my bed forever if it meant you could stay”
“Dear, dear Simon” she said and cried
That proved to be the last meaningful conversation I had with her as the morphine took hold and during the course of Monday Katy slipped into unconsciousness.
We took it in turns to sit with her during the day and when it was my turn I sat and read to her.
I had promised in the beginning that we would finish the Harry Potter Saga before the end.
We had just started the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when she deteriorated but I was determined to finish it.
The next day passed by in much the same way until the evening when Claire, Molly, Anne and I were all at her bedside.
Claire was knitting, Anne was crocheting booties, and Molly was doing something on her Smart phone.
I continued to read Harry Potter to the assembled group and to Katy even though she had long since slipped into unconsciousness.
I finished reading about 9 o’clock and just before midnight less than three hours after I read the last words she slipped away.
After Katy passed away Anne and I had to leave the room while Claire and Molly laid her out.
Long after Claire and Molly had gone home I sat up in the uncomfortable chair next to Katy, or what was left of her,
I knew the essence that was her was already in heaven but the loss was hard to bear.
Anne said her goodbye to her sister and pottered around for an hour or so before going off to bed.
It was shortly after dawn, when I saw the sun rising above the trees, and I thought to myself and smiled
“Of course the dawn is brighter this morning, because Katy’s light is in it”
I kissed her forehead and wandered off to the study and crawled into bed.
I hadn’t been there more than fifteen minutes when the door opened and someone entered, I heard footsteps on the floor and then they were in bed cuddled up behind me pressing their naked flesh against mine.
I could tell by the perfume that it was Anne.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” I asked.
“Yes” she responded in a whisper
As she kissed the back of my neck, her lips soft like petals on my skin. I felt a stirring.
As she continued with her feather light kisses her hand reached around me and was very soon gripping my swelling cock.
Anne tugged expertly on me as her mouth had reached my ear and her tongue licked and darted.
I broke away from her and turned around and pushed her over onto her back, as we kissed she continued to play with my shaft.
We stopped kissing and raised myself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the early dawn light and admired her body, it was almost identical to her sisters she was just an older and more experienced version of Katy.
How experienced I was about to find out.
Her breasts, like Katy’s, were more substantial than I might have expected and they were surmounted by dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting me to suckle so I took the nearest one into my mouth and sucked on it roughly.
Anne emitted a satisfying melodic murmur of approval.
I left her erect swollen nipple wet with my saliva and watched her as my hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant course bush.
I dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she breathed deeply in anticipation of my next move.
I kissed her again as my hand came to rest on her mound,
Anne held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment my finger opened her lips like opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot syrupy juice and she moaned in my mouth.
I stopped kissing her and pushed two fingers inside her cunny and she let out a coarse rasping moan, she was biting her lip and her moans had become barometers of her pleasure in response to my fingering of her slippery slit.
She was becoming excessively vociferous in response to my attention she was frantic tugging on my cock.
So having reached the point of no return I fingered her until her face contorted in climax and her thighs closed on my hand.
I leant down and kissed her and as our tongues explored each other’s mouths I caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.
I stopped kissing and asked
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Just make me feel alive Simon” she replied and pushed me onto my back and then scrambled aboard.
Anne quickly impaled her pussy on me and rode me roughly.
All I could do was admire her tits swinging in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her ample buttocks,
While my hand was occupied at Anne’s rear and my eyes fixed on her jiggling frontage she squirmed and writhed on top of me.
I wasn’t long such was the pace before she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
Anne looked down at me as she coarsely moaned, and then she closed her eyes and came.
She cried out in a deliciously whorish utterance followed by
“Oh My Godddd”
Which spurred me on to my own climax.
Then we both slept.
I have to confess that when I left her house I was completely drained and my legs were sapped of all their strength and the walk home was a slow and weary one.
The only thing that got me through the arduous perambulation was the thought of lying down on my bed.
However when I got home I found Claire, Anne and Molly in the kitchen wearing grave expressions.
“What’s wrong?” I asked
“Katy’s had a bit of a downturn,” Claire said
“Why didn’t you call me?” I said crossly
“Because there was nothing you could do,” Claire said
“Apart from worry”
“And we had that department covered already” Anne added.
A wave of guilt washed over me as I came to terms with the fact that while I was banging Dakotas bald bristle less beaver all morning Katy had was suffering.
“You selfish bastard” I thought to myself as I sat down beside her bed where I stayed for the rest of the day, sitting in the uncomfortable armchair where I eventually fell asleep.
I awoke on the morning of St Georges Day with a stiff neck to find Katy was a little better than the night before.
I resolved not to put my selfish carnal desires before her wellbeing again and I never left her side for more than an hour at any one time and I never left the house for any reason.
Claire was at the house every day that week but despite her best efforts Katy continued to decline.
I sat at her bedside and tried to keep her going though she had little or no conversation in her for the most part so I spent the time reading to her from Harry Potter.
By the weekend she had stabilized but Claire continued to come in daily and on Sunday she advised that we should call the Bishop as the end wasn’t far away.
The mood in the house had been very subdued all week but by the time the Bishop arrived on Sunday evening the mood was positively downcast.
The Bishop went in to see Katy and we all sat in the kitchen.
About ten minutes later Reverend Hunter arrived accompanied by Tilly, Robert joined the Bishop and Tilly came to us and hugged us all one by one.
She told us that the word had spread through the village and the parishioners were holding a candlelight vigil at the church and a number had placed lighted candles on the path to the house.
After the Bishop had left Claire went in with the nurse to check on Katy and when she returned she said to us all.
“If you have anything meaningful you wish to say to her now might be a good time to do it”
We took it in turns to go in and say our goodbyes and the kitchen was awash with sobbing.
“I’ll get Marion on the phone” Anne said
“Good idea” we all agreed.
I spent another night in the uncomfortable chair and the next morning as I stretched out the stiffness in my neck I found Katy awake and lucid.
“I’ll be out of your hair soon” she said
“Don’t you talk like that?” I said crossly forcing back the tears.
I took hold of her hand and continued
“I would give up my bed forever if it meant you could stay”
“Dear, dear Simon” she said and cried
That proved to be the last meaningful conversation I had with her as the morphine took hold and during the course of Monday Katy slipped into unconsciousness.
We took it in turns to sit with her during the day and when it was my turn I sat and read to her.
I had promised in the beginning that we would finish the Harry Potter Saga before the end.
We had just started the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when she deteriorated but I was determined to finish it.
The next day passed by in much the same way until the evening when Claire, Molly, Anne and I were all at her bedside.
Claire was knitting, Anne was crocheting booties, and Molly was doing something on her Smart phone.
I continued to read Harry Potter to the assembled group and to Katy even though she had long since slipped into unconsciousness.
I finished reading about 9 o’clock and just before midnight less than three hours after I read the last words she slipped away.
After Katy passed away Anne and I had to leave the room while Claire and Molly laid her out.
Long after Claire and Molly had gone home I sat up in the uncomfortable chair next to Katy, or what was left of her,
I knew the essence that was her was already in heaven but the loss was hard to bear.
Anne said her goodbye to her sister and pottered around for an hour or so before going off to bed.
It was shortly after dawn, when I saw the sun rising above the trees, and I thought to myself and smiled
“Of course the dawn is brighter this morning, because Katy’s light is in it”
I kissed her forehead and wandered off to the study and crawled into bed.
I hadn’t been there more than fifteen minutes when the door opened and someone entered, I heard footsteps on the floor and then they were in bed cuddled up behind me pressing their naked flesh against mine.
I could tell by the perfume that it was Anne.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” I asked.
“Yes” she responded in a whisper
As she kissed the back of my neck, her lips soft like petals on my skin. I felt a stirring.
As she continued with her feather light kisses her hand reached around me and was very soon gripping my swelling cock.
Anne tugged expertly on me as her mouth had reached my ear and her tongue licked and darted.
I broke away from her and turned around and pushed her over onto her back, as we kissed she continued to play with my shaft.
We stopped kissing and raised myself up on one elbow and looked down on her in the early dawn light and admired her body, it was almost identical to her sisters she was just an older and more experienced version of Katy.
How experienced I was about to find out.
Her breasts, like Katy’s, were more substantial than I might have expected and they were surmounted by dark rose pink nipples, which sat there inviting me to suckle so I took the nearest one into my mouth and sucked on it roughly.
Anne emitted a satisfying melodic murmur of approval.
I left her erect swollen nipple wet with my saliva and watched her as my hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant course bush.
I dallied there toying with her tousled curls and she breathed deeply in anticipation of my next move.
I kissed her again as my hand came to rest on her mound,
Anne held her breath in anticipation of its progress and after a moment my finger opened her lips like opening a letter and it was instantly immersed in her hot syrupy juice and she moaned in my mouth.
I stopped kissing her and pushed two fingers inside her cunny and she let out a coarse rasping moan, she was biting her lip and her moans had become barometers of her pleasure in response to my fingering of her slippery slit.
She was becoming excessively vociferous in response to my attention she was frantic tugging on my cock.
So having reached the point of no return I fingered her until her face contorted in climax and her thighs closed on my hand.
I leant down and kissed her and as our tongues explored each other’s mouths I caressed her breast and prepared to mount her.
I stopped kissing and asked
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Just make me feel alive Simon” she replied and pushed me onto my back and then scrambled aboard.
Anne quickly impaled her pussy on me and rode me roughly.
All I could do was admire her tits swinging in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her ample buttocks,
While my hand was occupied at Anne’s rear and my eyes fixed on her jiggling frontage she squirmed and writhed on top of me.
I wasn’t long such was the pace before she reached that ecstatic point, the hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.
Anne looked down at me as she coarsely moaned, and then she closed her eyes and came.
She cried out in a deliciously whorish utterance followed by
“Oh My Godddd”
Which spurred me on to my own climax.
Then we both slept.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 71) St George’s Day Parade
After out Parisian engagement party in the park Georgia and I walked back to the hotel.
I thought we should go in the bar and celebrate but Georgia wanted to get to the room and phone her Mum and tell her the news, not about the sex in the park obviously, so I ordered a bottle of champagne from room service instead and we celebrated in style.
The journey home the next day was a much quieter one, as we were both so hung-over.
On the Eurostar we slept the whole way from the Gare du Nord to Kings Cross.
When we got back to Bushy Down Georgia’s parents were at the station to meet us, and there were lots of hugs and kisses and a few tears.
They took us to the Cross Keys for a celebratory drink and then Georgia went off with Geoff and Laura and I went home alone.
I had a sandwich and sat with Katy, who was anxious to hear all the details of the trip for, for about an hour.
She was absolutely delighted to hear about Georgia and I.
As Katy drifted off to sleep I left her and went to have a catch up with Anne, principally on how Katy was doing, because it was glaringly obvious even after just two days that she was visibly different.
Eventually tiredness overcame me and I had to excuse myself and go and get some sleep as I had a Roving Angels patrol later that night.
As Tristan now lived in the village and was on the same patrol he picked me up and drove us into town.
It was a very busy night in Kiddingstone as it was the first spring like night of the year.
Fortunately being busy kept me awake, as I was still exhausted from the night before.
But when Tristan dropped me off at 4 am I crawled off to bed and slept until mid-afternoon.
We settled down into an uncomfortable routine, as all week long Katy seemed to be fading away before our eyes.
Anne and I tried to keep our own spirits up as much as Katy’s as we tried to keep to the established routine.
Claire came in whenever she could and the nurse was there every night but we didn’t get many visitors.
Frankie and Maisie still came and did the gardening and Mrs Beamish still came and cleaned and bless her she took the cookware, from the donated meals, away with her every time she came and returned them to their rightful owners.
But apart from that it was just me Katy and Anne.
The week passed slowly and I was grateful for that as the time I spent with Katy was precious and I knew that the time she hand left was dwindling away.
One afternoon we had a familiar conversation, one that we had, had a number of times.
“You’re a good man Simon Fisher” Katy said
“Nonsense” I replied “let’s change the subject”
“Don’t be modest,” she continued, “you are a good man”
She wasn’t going to let it go so I tried to steer her away instead
“I was in church once and the vicar said, “It’s not enough to be a good person and do good things”
“What an extraordinary thing to say” Katy said, “What did you do?”
“I walked out and never went back” I replied “in fact I didn’t go to a church of any kind for over a year”
I had successfully managed to steer her away from me and onto theology, which kept her going until she began to tire and she closed her eyes and I got up to leave. I walked over and kissed her forehead.
“I still think you’re a good man,” she said quietly
“Hush” I said
At 10 o’clock On Saturday morning there was a knock on the door and when I opened it I was surprised to Olivia Adamson, the practise manager at the surgery.
“Hello Simon” she said
“Hello Olivia” I replied, “This is a nice surprise”
“Weren’t you expecting me?” she asked
“No, I don’t think so” I replied
“Katy asked me to come” Olivia said
“Oh” I responded “you’d better come in then”
I showed her into Katy and closed the door and she was in there for over an hour before Pandora arrived, quickly followed by Judith, who had also been summoned.
So I showed them both into Katy’s room and closed the door again.
“Do you know what’s going on?” I asked Anne
“No I don’t” she replied with a puzzled expression.
Half an hour later the door opened and everyone decanted and much chattering ensued before they all evaporated away.
When they had gone Anne and I walked into the Katy’s room.
“What was all that about?” Anne asked beating me to the punch.
Katy gestured towards two envelopes on the bed
“My last will and testament” she replied “and the funeral arrangements, the hymns, the readings, every detail”
“Oh” was all I could manage while Anne had to leave the room and stood in the hall crying.
“Isn’t that a bit premature?” I asked trying to make light of it.
“We both know it’s not” Katy said and forced a smile
I picked up the envelopes, one was a do it yourself Will sealed, the other was open and contained the funeral arrangements.
“Can I?” I asked
Katy nodded and said
“I don’t see why not you’re in it”
“Am I?” I enquired
“Yes, you need to write and deliver the eulogy and say how wonderful I am, I was” she replied
“Ah a work of fiction then” I said
“Very funny” Katy chuckled
On Sunday morning I felt the need for spiritual refreshment and walked down to St Lucy’s for the Sunday service it was a bright sunny morning outside the church where the villagers were thronging around and I realised I had forgotten it was the St Georges Day Parade.
I wandered around the crowd shaking hands, stopping to chat with friends and catching up on local news taking comfort from the hum drum, eventually I ended up talking to Tristan and Tilly.
Amidst the representatives of the services, old soldiers, the scouting fraternity, local dignitaries et al, I spied a familiar face.
Wearing army dress uniform and carrying the union flag was Dakota Browning.
I was about to walk over and say hello when the parade began to form up and I missed my chance.
When the parade and the service were over, Tilly went off to find her fiancé Robert while I stayed and talked with Tris.
After about twenty minutes we were just about to head over to the Keys when a voice said
“As you were, Mr Fisher”
“I recognise that voice” I thought to myself so I stopped and slowly turned around.
“Dakota” I said, “I thought I recognised you,”
Dakota was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry.
I hadn’t seen her since November when she was posted to Afghanistan.
Every time there was a news report about Afghanistan my blood ran cold, but she was back and she was safe,
“When did you get back?” I asked and kissed her
“A couple of days ago” she replied
“It’s great to see you back safe,” I said
There was an indeterminate period when we just stood looking at each other as we remembered the last time we were together.
There was a quiet cough from behind me and when I turned around I saw it was Tristan who was waiting for me.
“Oh Tris, let me introduce you” I said
“Tristan, this is Dakota, Dakota this is Tristan”
“Hey” Dakota said
“Nice to meet you” Tris said
“We’re going to the pub” I said, “Do want to join us?”
“I can’t I’m afraid, I’m still on duty” she replied
“Pity” Tristan said “another time perhaps”
And to me he added
“I’ll see you in there”
“Ok” I replied
“I’m flag bearer at tonight’s service, then I’m off duty,” Dakota suggested
“I’ll see you then” I said
Tris and I had a couple of pints in the Keys and then he went off to join Tilly and Robert for lunch at the vicarage and I went home to find Anne in the kitchen making Spanish omelettes.
“I do like a bird in uniform” I thought to myself as I waited for Dakota outside the church hoping she wouldn’t change into civvies before we went to the pub.
I’m sure it’s not just a man thing, after all women go mad for a fireman so I knew it couldn’t just be me that thought birds in uniforms were phwoar.
When she came out I kissed her and we walked across to the Keys with I’m pleased to say Dakota was still wearing her uniform which was a much sexier one than she was wearing the last time we got together.
She looked great in the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.
But what made Dakota sexy, apart from the uniform was the fact she was completely hairless beneath it.
We walked into the pub and I ordered drinks and we sat in a quiet corner and she talked about her tour of duty, at least as much as she could, and I just listened while she unloaded.
When she reached a natural conclusion and she fell silent so I asked.
“How long are you home for?”
“Until Tuesday” she replied
We had already had a couple of drinks when I suggested another but she declined.
“I’ll walk you home then” I said
“Ok” she replied
I offered to walk her home out of gallantry but in truth she could have defended herself better than I could, her body being solid, firm and muscular.
About half a mile along the lane she suddenly turned left into the park
“This way, it’s a short cut,” she said
“Is it?” I replied doubtfully
“Trust me I’m a soldier” she said and marched off at pace
By the time I caught up with her she was playing on the swings.
“Oh very grown up” I said as she propelled herself with great aplomb.
I just stood and watched her until she allowed her momentum to slow and then she leant back and with great athleticism swung her legs up and hooked her ankles around the chains like a trapeze artist.
This allowed her skirt to fall away from her thighs; I walked towards her until I was positioned where I had the best view between her legs as she swung gently back and forth.
Although I had a tantalising view I brought her to a stop by grabbing her ankles and then ran my hands down the inside of her legs all the way down to her groin.
This met with murmurs of approval from Dakota so I proceeded to find the waistband of her tights and yanked them off her firm arse along with her army issue knickers.
“Uncle Will was right about you” she said, “I’m pleased to say”
Having tugged her tights and drawers up around her knees
I knelt on the ground with her pussy naked and hairless before me, I pushed her skirt aside so I could properly appreciate her silky smooth hairless mound.
I again marvelled as I did the first time I saw it in all its soft silken splendour.
It was the most aesthetically pleasing pussy I had ever seen,
No razor burn, no stubble, no pimples, just a silky smooth mound and soft unblemished lips and as my lips moved to touch hers I thought the skin was the softest my lips had ever touched.
I gently pulled her lips apart with my thumbs and opened her then I tongued the moist pink flesh inside and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound she repeated as I continued to work on her with my tongue until her back arched and the divine velvet purr turned into a course gravelly growl.
I lifted my head from her juicy lips and thought it an appropriate moment to release my throbbing cock from its confines.
Dakota growled again as I slipped my purple helmet between her syrupy lips.
As soon as I was completely immersed in her hot juicy minge I used the swing to slide her on and off of me extracting dirty whorish moans with each penetration.
As she reached the abyss, the chains were rattling and the mechanism squeaking before Dakota let out a long loud sensual, erotic and downright dirty moan as her back ached and I jerked and spasm’d inside her.
After a minute or two of relishing the moment I withdrew from her cunny and stowed the beast.
As Dakota raised herself up her fanny farted and we both laughed then she unfurled her legs from the chains.
She sat up straight and wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me.
“Well that will do to be going on with,” she said
“Perhaps I could give you another instalment tomorrow night,” I suggested
“I can’t” she replied “I’ve got a date tomorrow night”
“Oh? Who with?” I asked
“Your friend Tristan” she answered
“Cool” I said, “he’s a good bloke”
Dakota kissed me again and then she stood up and pulled up her knickers and tights and when she had finished rearranging her underclothes she said
“You can come and see me tomorrow morning, when Uncle Will’s at work”
“Ok” I replied and then walked her home.
I thought we should go in the bar and celebrate but Georgia wanted to get to the room and phone her Mum and tell her the news, not about the sex in the park obviously, so I ordered a bottle of champagne from room service instead and we celebrated in style.
The journey home the next day was a much quieter one, as we were both so hung-over.
On the Eurostar we slept the whole way from the Gare du Nord to Kings Cross.
When we got back to Bushy Down Georgia’s parents were at the station to meet us, and there were lots of hugs and kisses and a few tears.
They took us to the Cross Keys for a celebratory drink and then Georgia went off with Geoff and Laura and I went home alone.
I had a sandwich and sat with Katy, who was anxious to hear all the details of the trip for, for about an hour.
She was absolutely delighted to hear about Georgia and I.
As Katy drifted off to sleep I left her and went to have a catch up with Anne, principally on how Katy was doing, because it was glaringly obvious even after just two days that she was visibly different.
Eventually tiredness overcame me and I had to excuse myself and go and get some sleep as I had a Roving Angels patrol later that night.
As Tristan now lived in the village and was on the same patrol he picked me up and drove us into town.
It was a very busy night in Kiddingstone as it was the first spring like night of the year.
Fortunately being busy kept me awake, as I was still exhausted from the night before.
But when Tristan dropped me off at 4 am I crawled off to bed and slept until mid-afternoon.
We settled down into an uncomfortable routine, as all week long Katy seemed to be fading away before our eyes.
Anne and I tried to keep our own spirits up as much as Katy’s as we tried to keep to the established routine.
Claire came in whenever she could and the nurse was there every night but we didn’t get many visitors.
Frankie and Maisie still came and did the gardening and Mrs Beamish still came and cleaned and bless her she took the cookware, from the donated meals, away with her every time she came and returned them to their rightful owners.
But apart from that it was just me Katy and Anne.
The week passed slowly and I was grateful for that as the time I spent with Katy was precious and I knew that the time she hand left was dwindling away.
One afternoon we had a familiar conversation, one that we had, had a number of times.
“You’re a good man Simon Fisher” Katy said
“Nonsense” I replied “let’s change the subject”
“Don’t be modest,” she continued, “you are a good man”
She wasn’t going to let it go so I tried to steer her away instead
“I was in church once and the vicar said, “It’s not enough to be a good person and do good things”
“What an extraordinary thing to say” Katy said, “What did you do?”
“I walked out and never went back” I replied “in fact I didn’t go to a church of any kind for over a year”
I had successfully managed to steer her away from me and onto theology, which kept her going until she began to tire and she closed her eyes and I got up to leave. I walked over and kissed her forehead.
“I still think you’re a good man,” she said quietly
“Hush” I said
At 10 o’clock On Saturday morning there was a knock on the door and when I opened it I was surprised to Olivia Adamson, the practise manager at the surgery.
“Hello Simon” she said
“Hello Olivia” I replied, “This is a nice surprise”
“Weren’t you expecting me?” she asked
“No, I don’t think so” I replied
“Katy asked me to come” Olivia said
“Oh” I responded “you’d better come in then”
I showed her into Katy and closed the door and she was in there for over an hour before Pandora arrived, quickly followed by Judith, who had also been summoned.
So I showed them both into Katy’s room and closed the door again.
“Do you know what’s going on?” I asked Anne
“No I don’t” she replied with a puzzled expression.
Half an hour later the door opened and everyone decanted and much chattering ensued before they all evaporated away.
When they had gone Anne and I walked into the Katy’s room.
“What was all that about?” Anne asked beating me to the punch.
Katy gestured towards two envelopes on the bed
“My last will and testament” she replied “and the funeral arrangements, the hymns, the readings, every detail”
“Oh” was all I could manage while Anne had to leave the room and stood in the hall crying.
“Isn’t that a bit premature?” I asked trying to make light of it.
“We both know it’s not” Katy said and forced a smile
I picked up the envelopes, one was a do it yourself Will sealed, the other was open and contained the funeral arrangements.
“Can I?” I asked
Katy nodded and said
“I don’t see why not you’re in it”
“Am I?” I enquired
“Yes, you need to write and deliver the eulogy and say how wonderful I am, I was” she replied
“Ah a work of fiction then” I said
“Very funny” Katy chuckled
On Sunday morning I felt the need for spiritual refreshment and walked down to St Lucy’s for the Sunday service it was a bright sunny morning outside the church where the villagers were thronging around and I realised I had forgotten it was the St Georges Day Parade.
I wandered around the crowd shaking hands, stopping to chat with friends and catching up on local news taking comfort from the hum drum, eventually I ended up talking to Tristan and Tilly.
Amidst the representatives of the services, old soldiers, the scouting fraternity, local dignitaries et al, I spied a familiar face.
Wearing army dress uniform and carrying the union flag was Dakota Browning.
I was about to walk over and say hello when the parade began to form up and I missed my chance.
When the parade and the service were over, Tilly went off to find her fiancé Robert while I stayed and talked with Tris.
After about twenty minutes we were just about to head over to the Keys when a voice said
“As you were, Mr Fisher”
“I recognise that voice” I thought to myself so I stopped and slowly turned around.
“Dakota” I said, “I thought I recognised you,”
Dakota was wearing the dress uniform of The Downshire Light Infantry.
I hadn’t seen her since November when she was posted to Afghanistan.
Every time there was a news report about Afghanistan my blood ran cold, but she was back and she was safe,
“When did you get back?” I asked and kissed her
“A couple of days ago” she replied
“It’s great to see you back safe,” I said
There was an indeterminate period when we just stood looking at each other as we remembered the last time we were together.
There was a quiet cough from behind me and when I turned around I saw it was Tristan who was waiting for me.
“Oh Tris, let me introduce you” I said
“Tristan, this is Dakota, Dakota this is Tristan”
“Hey” Dakota said
“Nice to meet you” Tris said
“We’re going to the pub” I said, “Do want to join us?”
“I can’t I’m afraid, I’m still on duty” she replied
“Pity” Tristan said “another time perhaps”
And to me he added
“I’ll see you in there”
“Ok” I replied
“I’m flag bearer at tonight’s service, then I’m off duty,” Dakota suggested
“I’ll see you then” I said
Tris and I had a couple of pints in the Keys and then he went off to join Tilly and Robert for lunch at the vicarage and I went home to find Anne in the kitchen making Spanish omelettes.
“I do like a bird in uniform” I thought to myself as I waited for Dakota outside the church hoping she wouldn’t change into civvies before we went to the pub.
I’m sure it’s not just a man thing, after all women go mad for a fireman so I knew it couldn’t just be me that thought birds in uniforms were phwoar.
When she came out I kissed her and we walked across to the Keys with I’m pleased to say Dakota was still wearing her uniform which was a much sexier one than she was wearing the last time we got together.
She looked great in the tailored skirt and tunic, brass buttons and polished belt, peaked cap and seamed stockings.
But what made Dakota sexy, apart from the uniform was the fact she was completely hairless beneath it.
We walked into the pub and I ordered drinks and we sat in a quiet corner and she talked about her tour of duty, at least as much as she could, and I just listened while she unloaded.
When she reached a natural conclusion and she fell silent so I asked.
“How long are you home for?”
“Until Tuesday” she replied
We had already had a couple of drinks when I suggested another but she declined.
“I’ll walk you home then” I said
“Ok” she replied
I offered to walk her home out of gallantry but in truth she could have defended herself better than I could, her body being solid, firm and muscular.
About half a mile along the lane she suddenly turned left into the park
“This way, it’s a short cut,” she said
“Is it?” I replied doubtfully
“Trust me I’m a soldier” she said and marched off at pace
By the time I caught up with her she was playing on the swings.
“Oh very grown up” I said as she propelled herself with great aplomb.
I just stood and watched her until she allowed her momentum to slow and then she leant back and with great athleticism swung her legs up and hooked her ankles around the chains like a trapeze artist.
This allowed her skirt to fall away from her thighs; I walked towards her until I was positioned where I had the best view between her legs as she swung gently back and forth.
Although I had a tantalising view I brought her to a stop by grabbing her ankles and then ran my hands down the inside of her legs all the way down to her groin.
This met with murmurs of approval from Dakota so I proceeded to find the waistband of her tights and yanked them off her firm arse along with her army issue knickers.
“Uncle Will was right about you” she said, “I’m pleased to say”
Having tugged her tights and drawers up around her knees
I knelt on the ground with her pussy naked and hairless before me, I pushed her skirt aside so I could properly appreciate her silky smooth hairless mound.
I again marvelled as I did the first time I saw it in all its soft silken splendour.
It was the most aesthetically pleasing pussy I had ever seen,
No razor burn, no stubble, no pimples, just a silky smooth mound and soft unblemished lips and as my lips moved to touch hers I thought the skin was the softest my lips had ever touched.
I gently pulled her lips apart with my thumbs and opened her then I tongued the moist pink flesh inside and she moaned in a hot velvety purr, a sound she repeated as I continued to work on her with my tongue until her back arched and the divine velvet purr turned into a course gravelly growl.
I lifted my head from her juicy lips and thought it an appropriate moment to release my throbbing cock from its confines.
Dakota growled again as I slipped my purple helmet between her syrupy lips.
As soon as I was completely immersed in her hot juicy minge I used the swing to slide her on and off of me extracting dirty whorish moans with each penetration.
As she reached the abyss, the chains were rattling and the mechanism squeaking before Dakota let out a long loud sensual, erotic and downright dirty moan as her back ached and I jerked and spasm’d inside her.
After a minute or two of relishing the moment I withdrew from her cunny and stowed the beast.
As Dakota raised herself up her fanny farted and we both laughed then she unfurled her legs from the chains.
She sat up straight and wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me.
“Well that will do to be going on with,” she said
“Perhaps I could give you another instalment tomorrow night,” I suggested
“I can’t” she replied “I’ve got a date tomorrow night”
“Oh? Who with?” I asked
“Your friend Tristan” she answered
“Cool” I said, “he’s a good bloke”
Dakota kissed me again and then she stood up and pulled up her knickers and tights and when she had finished rearranging her underclothes she said
“You can come and see me tomorrow morning, when Uncle Will’s at work”
“Ok” I replied and then walked her home.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 70) One Night In Paris
After spending a very exhausting Bank Holiday Monday with Georgia I returned to my own home when the Gregory’s returned from their day out.
While we were together we did get to spend some time engaged in conversation when we weren’t engaged in role-playing games.
Which was when I told her I had a surprise for her birthday.
However despite her employing an array of temptations and inducements I refused to divulge the nature of the surprise.
Georgie was going away with her family for a week and then when she returned she would get her surprise gift.
Meanwhile my attention returned to the Oliver girls.
As Katy was spending all of her time in bed now I spent much of the time of that week reading to her from the Harry Potter series or playing crib while Marion knitted baby clothes and Anne played Solitaire.
It was an almost idyllic scene but for the fact that one of us was dying.
Marion’s health however continued to be a source of concern to Dr. Claire Andrews.
Eventually after a week and a half of fainting spells and erratic blood pressure it was decided that Marion should return home to Alaska before she reached the point where she would not be able to or worse endanger her health or that of the unborn baby.
There where a good deal of tears shed before and after the decision was made.
So it was on the second Tuesday of April that Claire, accompanied by Anne, drove Marion to the Airport, while I stayed with Katy and consoled her.
“I’m sorry about Marion,” I said feebly as I held her.
After a moment or two she replied.
“I’m not crying because Marion had to go home, I’m crying because I got to see her again before I die”
I had no response but to softy weep.
Later when the tears subsided Katy said
“I’m so glad my sisters are happily married and doing good things in the world”
“They are good people,” I said
“Yes they are” she said proudly “thank you for making it possible”
I didn’t want to have that conversation again so I quickly changed the subject
“Why did you never marry Katy?” I asked
“That’s an easy one” she replied, “I never met a man I loved more than God”
The next day I reluctantly had to leave Katy and Anne because I had promised to join the Gregory’s to celebrate Georgia’s 21st birthday along with close friends and family at the Oak Park Hotel in Kiddingstone.
It was not as grand an event as Geoff Gregory may have wanted for his daughter but he did her proud and Georgia was rightly delighted.
On Thursday morning, nursing a hangover I packed my bag for Georgia’s birthday treat.
I was uneasy about going away for the best part of three days but any suggestion however that I might postpone the trip till a later date was immediately snuffed out
“Life goes on,” Katy said
I said my goodbyes, making sure they knew where to reach me and walked down to station.
Shula and Alois were outside the shop arranging the assortment of goods on display.
“Hello you two” I said brightly
They were both in a state of great excitement
“Is everything ok?” I asked
“Oh yes” Shula said grinning from ear to ear, then after an exchange of looks between them and a nod from Alois she waved her slender hand under my nose and displayed the sparkling engagement ring.
“Congratulations” I said shaking hands with Alois
“Congratulations” I said again kissing Shula “I couldn’t be more pleased”
And I really couldn’t have been more pleased, especially with myself as I had engineered the union unbeknown to both parties.
After leaving the lovebirds I continued on my way to the station where I bought the tickets and then I only had to wait a matter of minutes before Geoff drove up to the station approach in the family Passat and decanted Georgia and her bags onto the pavement.
“Have you got enough luggage?” I asked, “We’re coming back on Saturday”
“Yes but back from where?” she asked, “All you said was pack an assortment of clothes”
“Well let’s get going then,” I said
“But where are we going?” she pleaded
“London” I replied curtly
“Where in London?” Georgia asked impatiently
I stopped and turned towards her
“London is all you need to know for now” I said and kissed her
“You’re very annoying,” she said sulkily
When we got to Waterloo I led Georgia to the taxi rank.
Taking our turn I opened the door for Georgia and quietly instructed the cabbie.
“The Waldorf please” I whispered
“No problem guv” he replied
“What was that? where are we going?” she asked cursing herself for missing what was said.
When the taxi pulled up outside the Waldorf Hotel the concierge opened the door and Georgie got out, open-mouthed.
I followed her and turned to settle the fare with the cabbie and then taking Georgia’s arm we headed in to the lobby.
“Are we really staying here?” she whispered in disbelief.
Her eyes were like saucers as she took in her surroundings.
Once in our suite we christened the rather lavish accommodations in the style befitting the location before celebrating her birthday in grand style in the lavish restaurant.
The next morning we had a sumptuous unhurried breakfast before:
“Come on” I said draining my coffee cup
“What?” she gasped
“Come on we need to pack” I instructed
“Why?” aren’t we staying here?” she asked crestfallen
“We have a train to catch,” I said heading towards the door
“But” she stuttered and trotted after me quizzing me all the way
“I thought this was my treat”
“This was just part one” I informed her
An hour later we were sitting in the back of another taxi, this time I didn’t whisper
“Kings Cross Station please”
“Where are we going?” she said petulantly and then stamped her feet.
So I laughed
“I hate you,” she said
Once at Kings Cross we made our way towards the International terminal.
Half way along the concourse Georgia stopped in her tracks.
“I refuse to take another step until you tell me where we are going” she said
“Paris” I answered “on the Eurostar”
“Paris?” she responded quietly “I’ve never been to Paris”
“I know,” I said, “so let’s go”
After another twenty yards she stopped again
“I haven’t got my passport,” she cried, “you didn’t say I needed my passport”
Georgia sat down on her case
“I can’t go without a passport,” she said sadly
I walked over to her and fumbling in my pocket I fished out her passport.
I had acquired it on Bank Holiday Monday while I was left alone in Georgia’s bedroom.
“You’ve got it?” she said in amazement and took it from my hand.
“You had it all the time”
She stood up and added
“I hate you” but undermined her statement by kissing me.
This wasn’t the first time I had taken a lover to Paris on the Eurostar but I was mindful to make sure this trip would not mirror the one I took in the previous October with Claire Andrews.
I needn’t have worried as Georgia chattered away for the whole journey so full of excitement was she.
The journey with Claire was spent with her exhibiting a different kind of excitement and the disintegration of her tights.
Once we had disembarked at Gare du Nord we made our way quickly to the taxi rank and joined the queue.
It’s a strange feeling getting into a taxi in a foreign country, not knowing your way around and not knowing the language.
In Paris it’s even stranger because the cabby doesn’t know his way around and he can’t speak the language either.
There is nothing quite as disconcerting as getting into a taxi and the drivers first act after you’ve given him the address is to immediately reach for an A to Z.
That said he seemed to quickly plan his route and get us on our way.
We arrived at the Hilton Hotel and again Georgia disembarked open mouthed.
I had scouted out the hotel during one of “my have it away days” with Claire, in October again not the same hotel that we did the walk of shame from.
Repeating her previous behaviour the first thing Georgia wanted to do was test the bed springs, which she did, in a very accomplished manner after which we indulged ourselves in the lavish restaurant to such an extent that we were completely stuffed.
When we waddled out of the restaurant we decided we should take a stroll to try and walk off our excesses.
It was a warm evening and the city was beautiful in the moonlight.
We eventually found ourselves sitting on the edge of a fountain in a little park looking up at the moonlit sky.
“Georgia I want to ask you something” I said
“No you can’t have a blowjob,” she snapped
“Or a tit wank, not even a hand job”
“That’s very disappointing to hear but that’s not what I wanted to ask” I corrected her
“What then? What perversion haven’t I listed?” Georgia asked
“Georgia Gregory, will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” I said
“What?” Georgia exclaimed
“Will you marry me?” I asked, “After you’ve finished uni of course, and you have your degree”
“And I’ve finished sowing my wild oats” I thought to myself
“Yes, Yes, and Yes” she screamed and threw her arms around my neck.
I fished in my pocket and tucked in the corner I found a cheap little ring I bought from a street vendor at the station while Georgia was taking a pee.
It was only a cheap piece of yellow metal but I gave it to her
“This is just a symbol” I said, “We need to buy your ring together”
“I’ll keep it forever” she said and kissed me
But it wasn’t just a kiss of affection or a kiss of gratitude.
This was a kiss of a wholly different kind this was an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.
“I think I need to get you back to the hotel,” I said breaking away from her embrace.
“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand on my lap, which duly swelled in response.
I broke away again and insisted urgently
“We really need to go”
“No” she said again and began to unzip my fly.
“But” I interjected but she reengaged with my mouth again to stop me talking while she deftly removed my cock and provocatively stroked my shaft.
After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing my mouth and stooped down and kissed my knob before taking my cock in her mouth.
“I really think we should …” I began
But in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled my shaft I knew we weren’t going anywhere.
“Oh Georgia” was all I could manage while she sucked on me then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave me that familiar leer which said
“Now you can fuck me you dirty bastard”
The problem was where, we were in a public park after all and although it was late and pretty much deserted we couldn’t trust to luck that we wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.
While I was dithering about trying to think of a safe place to take her so I could take her undiscovered.
The new decisively dirty Georgia took control of the situation, when she took hold of my cock and led me behind a tree.
Once we were safely out of sight she let go of my tool and quickly undid her jeans and when they were residing just above her knees accompanied by her pink lacy knickers she leant against the tree with her arse pointed provocatively at me her pale cheeks quivering in the moonlight.
With a quick check over my shoulder to see the coast was clear I dropped my pants and trousers and inched up behind her.
I got in close and my cock slipped in between her thighs until I could feel the course hairs of her bush brushing against the end of my knob.
With no time for finesse I just groped inside her jacket and uncupped her breasts while she rubbed her moist lips along my shaft.
Once I had her breasts in hand I moved backwards slightly and bending my knees slightly I thrust purposely upwards into her hot pussy.
“Nice” Georgie said as I slipped into her.
As I gave her more of the same she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.
It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time we reached the peak we were both panting hard and Georgia barely had enough breath to scream when she came and all I could manage was a grunt as I shot my load.
I quickly redressed while a panting Georgia stood hugging the tree and after I finished I slapped Georgia’s quivering buttock white in the moonlight.
“Does this mean were engaged” I asked
While we were together we did get to spend some time engaged in conversation when we weren’t engaged in role-playing games.
Which was when I told her I had a surprise for her birthday.
However despite her employing an array of temptations and inducements I refused to divulge the nature of the surprise.
Georgie was going away with her family for a week and then when she returned she would get her surprise gift.
Meanwhile my attention returned to the Oliver girls.
As Katy was spending all of her time in bed now I spent much of the time of that week reading to her from the Harry Potter series or playing crib while Marion knitted baby clothes and Anne played Solitaire.
It was an almost idyllic scene but for the fact that one of us was dying.
Marion’s health however continued to be a source of concern to Dr. Claire Andrews.
Eventually after a week and a half of fainting spells and erratic blood pressure it was decided that Marion should return home to Alaska before she reached the point where she would not be able to or worse endanger her health or that of the unborn baby.
There where a good deal of tears shed before and after the decision was made.
So it was on the second Tuesday of April that Claire, accompanied by Anne, drove Marion to the Airport, while I stayed with Katy and consoled her.
“I’m sorry about Marion,” I said feebly as I held her.
After a moment or two she replied.
“I’m not crying because Marion had to go home, I’m crying because I got to see her again before I die”
I had no response but to softy weep.
Later when the tears subsided Katy said
“I’m so glad my sisters are happily married and doing good things in the world”
“They are good people,” I said
“Yes they are” she said proudly “thank you for making it possible”
I didn’t want to have that conversation again so I quickly changed the subject
“Why did you never marry Katy?” I asked
“That’s an easy one” she replied, “I never met a man I loved more than God”
The next day I reluctantly had to leave Katy and Anne because I had promised to join the Gregory’s to celebrate Georgia’s 21st birthday along with close friends and family at the Oak Park Hotel in Kiddingstone.
It was not as grand an event as Geoff Gregory may have wanted for his daughter but he did her proud and Georgia was rightly delighted.
On Thursday morning, nursing a hangover I packed my bag for Georgia’s birthday treat.
I was uneasy about going away for the best part of three days but any suggestion however that I might postpone the trip till a later date was immediately snuffed out
“Life goes on,” Katy said
I said my goodbyes, making sure they knew where to reach me and walked down to station.
Shula and Alois were outside the shop arranging the assortment of goods on display.
“Hello you two” I said brightly
They were both in a state of great excitement
“Is everything ok?” I asked
“Oh yes” Shula said grinning from ear to ear, then after an exchange of looks between them and a nod from Alois she waved her slender hand under my nose and displayed the sparkling engagement ring.
“Congratulations” I said shaking hands with Alois
“Congratulations” I said again kissing Shula “I couldn’t be more pleased”
And I really couldn’t have been more pleased, especially with myself as I had engineered the union unbeknown to both parties.
After leaving the lovebirds I continued on my way to the station where I bought the tickets and then I only had to wait a matter of minutes before Geoff drove up to the station approach in the family Passat and decanted Georgia and her bags onto the pavement.
“Have you got enough luggage?” I asked, “We’re coming back on Saturday”
“Yes but back from where?” she asked, “All you said was pack an assortment of clothes”
“Well let’s get going then,” I said
“But where are we going?” she pleaded
“London” I replied curtly
“Where in London?” Georgia asked impatiently
I stopped and turned towards her
“London is all you need to know for now” I said and kissed her
“You’re very annoying,” she said sulkily
When we got to Waterloo I led Georgia to the taxi rank.
Taking our turn I opened the door for Georgia and quietly instructed the cabbie.
“The Waldorf please” I whispered
“No problem guv” he replied
“What was that? where are we going?” she asked cursing herself for missing what was said.
When the taxi pulled up outside the Waldorf Hotel the concierge opened the door and Georgie got out, open-mouthed.
I followed her and turned to settle the fare with the cabbie and then taking Georgia’s arm we headed in to the lobby.
“Are we really staying here?” she whispered in disbelief.
Her eyes were like saucers as she took in her surroundings.
Once in our suite we christened the rather lavish accommodations in the style befitting the location before celebrating her birthday in grand style in the lavish restaurant.
The next morning we had a sumptuous unhurried breakfast before:
“Come on” I said draining my coffee cup
“What?” she gasped
“Come on we need to pack” I instructed
“Why?” aren’t we staying here?” she asked crestfallen
“We have a train to catch,” I said heading towards the door
“But” she stuttered and trotted after me quizzing me all the way
“I thought this was my treat”
“This was just part one” I informed her
An hour later we were sitting in the back of another taxi, this time I didn’t whisper
“Kings Cross Station please”
“Where are we going?” she said petulantly and then stamped her feet.
So I laughed
“I hate you,” she said
Once at Kings Cross we made our way towards the International terminal.
Half way along the concourse Georgia stopped in her tracks.
“I refuse to take another step until you tell me where we are going” she said
“Paris” I answered “on the Eurostar”
“Paris?” she responded quietly “I’ve never been to Paris”
“I know,” I said, “so let’s go”
After another twenty yards she stopped again
“I haven’t got my passport,” she cried, “you didn’t say I needed my passport”
Georgia sat down on her case
“I can’t go without a passport,” she said sadly
I walked over to her and fumbling in my pocket I fished out her passport.
I had acquired it on Bank Holiday Monday while I was left alone in Georgia’s bedroom.
“You’ve got it?” she said in amazement and took it from my hand.
“You had it all the time”
She stood up and added
“I hate you” but undermined her statement by kissing me.
This wasn’t the first time I had taken a lover to Paris on the Eurostar but I was mindful to make sure this trip would not mirror the one I took in the previous October with Claire Andrews.
I needn’t have worried as Georgia chattered away for the whole journey so full of excitement was she.
The journey with Claire was spent with her exhibiting a different kind of excitement and the disintegration of her tights.
Once we had disembarked at Gare du Nord we made our way quickly to the taxi rank and joined the queue.
It’s a strange feeling getting into a taxi in a foreign country, not knowing your way around and not knowing the language.
In Paris it’s even stranger because the cabby doesn’t know his way around and he can’t speak the language either.
There is nothing quite as disconcerting as getting into a taxi and the drivers first act after you’ve given him the address is to immediately reach for an A to Z.
That said he seemed to quickly plan his route and get us on our way.
We arrived at the Hilton Hotel and again Georgia disembarked open mouthed.
I had scouted out the hotel during one of “my have it away days” with Claire, in October again not the same hotel that we did the walk of shame from.
Repeating her previous behaviour the first thing Georgia wanted to do was test the bed springs, which she did, in a very accomplished manner after which we indulged ourselves in the lavish restaurant to such an extent that we were completely stuffed.
When we waddled out of the restaurant we decided we should take a stroll to try and walk off our excesses.
It was a warm evening and the city was beautiful in the moonlight.
We eventually found ourselves sitting on the edge of a fountain in a little park looking up at the moonlit sky.
“Georgia I want to ask you something” I said
“No you can’t have a blowjob,” she snapped
“Or a tit wank, not even a hand job”
“That’s very disappointing to hear but that’s not what I wanted to ask” I corrected her
“What then? What perversion haven’t I listed?” Georgia asked
“Georgia Gregory, will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” I said
“What?” Georgia exclaimed
“Will you marry me?” I asked, “After you’ve finished uni of course, and you have your degree”
“And I’ve finished sowing my wild oats” I thought to myself
“Yes, Yes, and Yes” she screamed and threw her arms around my neck.
I fished in my pocket and tucked in the corner I found a cheap little ring I bought from a street vendor at the station while Georgia was taking a pee.
It was only a cheap piece of yellow metal but I gave it to her
“This is just a symbol” I said, “We need to buy your ring together”
“I’ll keep it forever” she said and kissed me
But it wasn’t just a kiss of affection or a kiss of gratitude.
This was a kiss of a wholly different kind this was an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.
“I think I need to get you back to the hotel,” I said breaking away from her embrace.
“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand on my lap, which duly swelled in response.
I broke away again and insisted urgently
“We really need to go”
“No” she said again and began to unzip my fly.
“But” I interjected but she reengaged with my mouth again to stop me talking while she deftly removed my cock and provocatively stroked my shaft.
After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing my mouth and stooped down and kissed my knob before taking my cock in her mouth.
“I really think we should …” I began
But in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled my shaft I knew we weren’t going anywhere.
“Oh Georgia” was all I could manage while she sucked on me then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave me that familiar leer which said
“Now you can fuck me you dirty bastard”
The problem was where, we were in a public park after all and although it was late and pretty much deserted we couldn’t trust to luck that we wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.
While I was dithering about trying to think of a safe place to take her so I could take her undiscovered.
The new decisively dirty Georgia took control of the situation, when she took hold of my cock and led me behind a tree.
Once we were safely out of sight she let go of my tool and quickly undid her jeans and when they were residing just above her knees accompanied by her pink lacy knickers she leant against the tree with her arse pointed provocatively at me her pale cheeks quivering in the moonlight.
With a quick check over my shoulder to see the coast was clear I dropped my pants and trousers and inched up behind her.
I got in close and my cock slipped in between her thighs until I could feel the course hairs of her bush brushing against the end of my knob.
With no time for finesse I just groped inside her jacket and uncupped her breasts while she rubbed her moist lips along my shaft.
Once I had her breasts in hand I moved backwards slightly and bending my knees slightly I thrust purposely upwards into her hot pussy.
“Nice” Georgie said as I slipped into her.
As I gave her more of the same she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.
It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time we reached the peak we were both panting hard and Georgia barely had enough breath to scream when she came and all I could manage was a grunt as I shot my load.
I quickly redressed while a panting Georgia stood hugging the tree and after I finished I slapped Georgia’s quivering buttock white in the moonlight.
“Does this mean were engaged” I asked
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 69) Easter Bunny
After the tearful reunion of the Oliver girls we all retired to bed.
The nurse stayed up all night with Katy, Marion slept in my bed, Anne went in the spare room, Claire crashed in the study and I was in the Dining room, well that isn’t quite true, obviously, I pretended to sleep in the dining room for the sake of propriety but really I slept with Claire.
The next day Claire and I woke early and after an early morning fumble we lay awake talking.
She said she would be spending Easter with her husband Brian as she did all the holidays and I reluctantly told her I would spend it with Georgia.
I was reluctant to say because I felt guilty talking about Georgia when I was in bed with another woman.
Though on the guilt front I figured that even though I hadn’t adhered to Georgia’s ultimatum I had at least accumulated a considerable amount of brownie points looking after Katy which should have balanced the scale in my favour, that was what I was hoping at least, that coupled with the trip I was planning for her birthday.
I also felt guilty discussing my other life with Claire; she clearly picked up on my hesitancy because she said
“This is the only way for us, don’t feel guilty, it’s supposed to be guilt free sex”
“With a little bit of love thrown in” she continued and kissed me.
After we made love again, quietly, we made sure we were still up and about before anyone else.
She spent much of day with us, which was just as well as Marion had another fainting episode.
Claire again ordered her to her bed and then spent some considerable time examining her.
Marion recovered sufficiently to come down for dinner after which Claire went home.
When I woke up on Easter Sunday I found the village in the teeth of a storm, I suppose as March had come in like a lamb it was duty bound to go out like a lion.
The first thing I did was to phone the Gregory household to see if Geoff was still going to Roehampton to pick Georgia up.
As I suspected he was going to do the sensible thing and delay it until later in the day when the storm had moved away, which meant I wouldn’t see her until the next day.
As I was then at a loose end I decided to brave the elements and take Anne down to St Lucy’s for the Easter Service, Marion wanted to go too but we managed to convince her otherwise.
Anne’s appearance in the church turned a few heads because of her striking resemblance to Katy but she was warmly received to such an extent I had to drag her away on the pretence of being late for lunch.
It was a lie about lunch, as it wasn’t going to happen until after I went home and cooked it.
As I wasn’t planning to be home on Easter Sunday I hadn’t anything special planned, in fact I had nothing planned at all.
So lunch was a bit of a mish mosh cobbled together from what I had in.
After lunch was eaten and cleared away Marion went to bed for a rest while Anne sat with Katy and I went to my study to catch up with correspondence.
On Monday morning before I left the house, the three sisters were all together in Katy’s room, talking ten to the dozen.
“Blimey, it’s like the witch’s scene from Macbeth” I said
“Don’t be Cheeky” Katy said, “Are you off to see Georgia?”
“Yes, I’ll be back later” I replied “by the way, for lunch you’ll find There’s some eye of newt and toe of frog in the fridge”
“Yes thank you” Katy said “see you later”
Then I stuck my head round the door and said
“The scale of dragon is in the cupboard with the other condiments”
“Go now or we’ll shrivel your extremities” Anne shouted after me.
When I got to Georgia’s house I noticed Geoff’s car wasn’t on the drive.
I knocked on the door but there was no reply, so I knocked again and was just about to give up and go home when the door opened, well just a crack, and Georgia peered around the door at me.
“Hi Hon, I was beginning to think you weren’t in” I said
“Hello Mr Fisher” she said in a lispy Violet Elizabeth voice “Mummy and Daddy aren’t here”
“Oh” I said and then it dawned on me that little Georgie wanted to role-play “perhaps I should come in and wait”
“Yeth” she lisped and opened the door.
As I closed the door She stood in the hall with her hair tied in pigtails and wearing her old school uniform.
“Do you like my uniform?” she asked as she stood pigeon toed in her stocking feet with her hands behind her back.
“Yes you look very pretty” I said answered as I took my coat off.
“Would you like to see my toys?” Georgie asked
“Yes please” I replied, “I think I’d like that”
“Come on then” she said and darted upstairs.
As I followed the giggling schoolgirl up the stairs it occurred to me that I’d never seen her bedroom.
I reached the top stair just in time to see Georgia skip across the landing and into her room I quickly followed her into her room, which was decorated pretty much exclusively in girlie pink.
Georgia was kneeling on the bed bouncing up and down excitedly and as she bounced so did her unfettered breasts.
“Would you like to see my cuddlies?” she asked
“I can already see them,” I thought to myself
“Yes I would” I replied and Georgia turned around and crawled along the bed towards the great pile of soft toys displayed across her pillows affording me a great view of her navy blue knickered arse.
“this ones called Bunny, this ones called Henry” she said “and this ones called Charlie”
“Oh I like Charlie’s” I said as I reached around her and fondled her breasts
“Oh Mr Fisher, I don’t think mummy and daddy would like you playing with my cuddlies like that” she said
“Well show me more cuddlies then” I said, “what’s that one called right at the other end?”
I reluctantly let go of her tits as she reached over to pick up a threadbare Tiger.
As she did so I reached under her little plaid skirt and rolled her navy blue knickers off her buttocks.
“Oh Mr Fisher” she said a second before my fingers slipped into her creamy gash.
Georgia with her face now buried in the mound of cuddlies moaned loudly as I buried my fingers into her cunny.
I was perfectly positioned behind her, where I could comfortably fiddle with her fanny with my right hand and extricate my cock from my trousers with my left.
It wasn’t long before. I brought the naughty little schoolgirl to climax.
“Oh Mr Fisher” she gasped minus the lisp.
I removed my fingers from her pink moist pussy and using my left hand I guided my cock towards its juicy destination.
"Ohhh” Georgia said as I penetrated her. "So good”
Her moans were stifled amongst the Teddy’s as I skewered her syrupy quim.
As I shortened my stroke the bed started to squeak and the headboard began to hit the wall before Georgia screamed a loud muffled scream into her toys and a second later I erupted inside her.
Just before I withdrew my sticky shaft from her I thought to myself that having Georgia in her bed amidst all the soft toys of her childhood was like taking her innocence all over again.
The nurse stayed up all night with Katy, Marion slept in my bed, Anne went in the spare room, Claire crashed in the study and I was in the Dining room, well that isn’t quite true, obviously, I pretended to sleep in the dining room for the sake of propriety but really I slept with Claire.
The next day Claire and I woke early and after an early morning fumble we lay awake talking.
She said she would be spending Easter with her husband Brian as she did all the holidays and I reluctantly told her I would spend it with Georgia.
I was reluctant to say because I felt guilty talking about Georgia when I was in bed with another woman.
Though on the guilt front I figured that even though I hadn’t adhered to Georgia’s ultimatum I had at least accumulated a considerable amount of brownie points looking after Katy which should have balanced the scale in my favour, that was what I was hoping at least, that coupled with the trip I was planning for her birthday.
I also felt guilty discussing my other life with Claire; she clearly picked up on my hesitancy because she said
“This is the only way for us, don’t feel guilty, it’s supposed to be guilt free sex”
“With a little bit of love thrown in” she continued and kissed me.
After we made love again, quietly, we made sure we were still up and about before anyone else.
She spent much of day with us, which was just as well as Marion had another fainting episode.
Claire again ordered her to her bed and then spent some considerable time examining her.
Marion recovered sufficiently to come down for dinner after which Claire went home.
When I woke up on Easter Sunday I found the village in the teeth of a storm, I suppose as March had come in like a lamb it was duty bound to go out like a lion.
The first thing I did was to phone the Gregory household to see if Geoff was still going to Roehampton to pick Georgia up.
As I suspected he was going to do the sensible thing and delay it until later in the day when the storm had moved away, which meant I wouldn’t see her until the next day.
As I was then at a loose end I decided to brave the elements and take Anne down to St Lucy’s for the Easter Service, Marion wanted to go too but we managed to convince her otherwise.
Anne’s appearance in the church turned a few heads because of her striking resemblance to Katy but she was warmly received to such an extent I had to drag her away on the pretence of being late for lunch.
It was a lie about lunch, as it wasn’t going to happen until after I went home and cooked it.
As I wasn’t planning to be home on Easter Sunday I hadn’t anything special planned, in fact I had nothing planned at all.
So lunch was a bit of a mish mosh cobbled together from what I had in.
After lunch was eaten and cleared away Marion went to bed for a rest while Anne sat with Katy and I went to my study to catch up with correspondence.
On Monday morning before I left the house, the three sisters were all together in Katy’s room, talking ten to the dozen.
“Blimey, it’s like the witch’s scene from Macbeth” I said
“Don’t be Cheeky” Katy said, “Are you off to see Georgia?”
“Yes, I’ll be back later” I replied “by the way, for lunch you’ll find There’s some eye of newt and toe of frog in the fridge”
“Yes thank you” Katy said “see you later”
Then I stuck my head round the door and said
“The scale of dragon is in the cupboard with the other condiments”
“Go now or we’ll shrivel your extremities” Anne shouted after me.
When I got to Georgia’s house I noticed Geoff’s car wasn’t on the drive.
I knocked on the door but there was no reply, so I knocked again and was just about to give up and go home when the door opened, well just a crack, and Georgia peered around the door at me.
“Hi Hon, I was beginning to think you weren’t in” I said
“Hello Mr Fisher” she said in a lispy Violet Elizabeth voice “Mummy and Daddy aren’t here”
“Oh” I said and then it dawned on me that little Georgie wanted to role-play “perhaps I should come in and wait”
“Yeth” she lisped and opened the door.
As I closed the door She stood in the hall with her hair tied in pigtails and wearing her old school uniform.
“Do you like my uniform?” she asked as she stood pigeon toed in her stocking feet with her hands behind her back.
“Yes you look very pretty” I said answered as I took my coat off.
“Would you like to see my toys?” Georgie asked
“Yes please” I replied, “I think I’d like that”
“Come on then” she said and darted upstairs.
As I followed the giggling schoolgirl up the stairs it occurred to me that I’d never seen her bedroom.
I reached the top stair just in time to see Georgia skip across the landing and into her room I quickly followed her into her room, which was decorated pretty much exclusively in girlie pink.
Georgia was kneeling on the bed bouncing up and down excitedly and as she bounced so did her unfettered breasts.
“Would you like to see my cuddlies?” she asked
“I can already see them,” I thought to myself
“Yes I would” I replied and Georgia turned around and crawled along the bed towards the great pile of soft toys displayed across her pillows affording me a great view of her navy blue knickered arse.
“this ones called Bunny, this ones called Henry” she said “and this ones called Charlie”
“Oh I like Charlie’s” I said as I reached around her and fondled her breasts
“Oh Mr Fisher, I don’t think mummy and daddy would like you playing with my cuddlies like that” she said
“Well show me more cuddlies then” I said, “what’s that one called right at the other end?”
I reluctantly let go of her tits as she reached over to pick up a threadbare Tiger.
As she did so I reached under her little plaid skirt and rolled her navy blue knickers off her buttocks.
“Oh Mr Fisher” she said a second before my fingers slipped into her creamy gash.
Georgia with her face now buried in the mound of cuddlies moaned loudly as I buried my fingers into her cunny.
I was perfectly positioned behind her, where I could comfortably fiddle with her fanny with my right hand and extricate my cock from my trousers with my left.
It wasn’t long before. I brought the naughty little schoolgirl to climax.
“Oh Mr Fisher” she gasped minus the lisp.
I removed my fingers from her pink moist pussy and using my left hand I guided my cock towards its juicy destination.
"Ohhh” Georgia said as I penetrated her. "So good”
Her moans were stifled amongst the Teddy’s as I skewered her syrupy quim.
As I shortened my stroke the bed started to squeak and the headboard began to hit the wall before Georgia screamed a loud muffled scream into her toys and a second later I erupted inside her.
Just before I withdrew my sticky shaft from her I thought to myself that having Georgia in her bed amidst all the soft toys of her childhood was like taking her innocence all over again.
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