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As Helen almost skipped home, back to the rectory, she felt alive and happy. She went up to Ben and gave him a peck on the cheek and smiled. Ben sensed there was something slightly different in her demeanorbut wasn't sure what it was and although he was not into too much 'lovey dovey' stuff with Helen, his cock needed seeing to and he actually had it in his mind to actually penetrate her tonight. Helen, with a sudden rush of trepidation realised that he had that 'look' and tried to think of a way to satisfy his needs without actually doing 'the dirty deed' in its entirety. He clit was sensitiv… 阅读更多内容

As Thursday's choir practise arrived, my mind had began to wander. My recollection of what had happened on Monday was etched forever in my mind. I was a bit confused but totally intriged and curious as to what would happen next. Helen would be taking choir practise but what could go on with so many of the others all there.I was with 2 of my brothers that evening going to choir practise and didn't see a way to be alone again with Helen. 6.30 to 7.30 was the alloted time at the church hall and when we'd finished I was still uncertain as to what would happen but Helen put me at ease by asking me… 阅读更多内容

Gonna start Chapter 5 this week, hopefully'… 阅读更多内容

After what appeared to be an eternity, but was probably only about 5 seconds, I looked at her and stuttered another apology. She seemed to calm down a bit and stopped shaking and her face began to lose its flustered crimson tinge. She smiled at me and asked if I was OK. What sort of question is that, I thought to myself, but just nodded, still hard and erect. She then took what little control she had and told me to follow her upstairs. She guided me, hobbling, to one of the guest bedrooms and told me to lay on the bed. So here I was, laying flat on the bed with a raging hard on and not knowing… 阅读更多内容

I was brought up in a council house road about 200 yards from the Vicarage, another 100 yards to the church hall and about half a mile from the parish church. I did Sunday school from an early are and then progressed to being a choir boy at the church and regularly going to the Vicarage for church things such as fetes and being allowed to use the tennis courts when I was old enough and big enough to weald a racquet. It really helped in those days as there were very few tennis clubs, especially for k**s. Choir practise was held once a week during most of the school year and of course there was… 阅读更多内容

Helen lay there, tears of pain and hurt running down her face. She hadn't known that her wedding night would be as painful and unfulfilling as this. She slowly stroked her hurting cunt, bruised and puffy and sore but with the very slightest of tingling and sensitivity. She didn't even know what her clit was, but as her fingers moved to the top of her gash, she felt it, just the slightest of a sensation that she hadn't noticed before she had been violated. The sensation wasn't immense, but it was just pleasurable enough to make her aware of something 'different' down there. She had a full bush… 阅读更多内容

I'm gonna tell a story based on my memories of being a choir boy in the late 1950's and throughout most of the 1960's. I won't post my age but suffice to say that I was born in 1952 and became a chorister at the age of 5. The story is based on my own recollections of the Choir Mistress for most of that time, let's call her Helen. She was the wife of the Vicar who served our church from about 1961 until I left the choir, and rarely even went to chuch, in 1968. It is total fantasy, but Helen's apparent innocence, demeanor and naivity had me thinking about her several years later. She was a very… 阅读更多内容

Managed to get a nuisance phone call to turn into phone sex today. An Indian woman claiming to be from Talk Talk wanted me to check my internet, I knew she was scamming me so I asked her if she played with her pussy while she was making the call. Instead of hanging up straight away as expected, I managed to keep her chatting about sex, whether she liked big, spunky cocks and were her nipples hard, stuff like that for at least 5 mins!! Hope she calls again!!… 阅读更多内容

As we recovered from our initial spunking, Val settled us down and began her seduction. She gently told us to remove all our clothes, allowing us to see her hairy cunt and hard, erect nipples. She seemed to delight in making us hard again, and knew exactly what we would do, we were young and horny and at her mercy! She put 2 fingers up her twat and then waved them under our noses and teased our mouths and lips with her juicy residue!! Our cocks rose again and the first thing she did was get down on her knees and take Mowgan's cock and put it in her mouth.She knew he had missed out first tim… 阅读更多内容

As Val's hubby drove away, we looked at each other, not sure what was going to happen! We didn't even know what to say to one another or what we should do next, but, Val opened the front door, knowing where we were and quickly beckoned us to come over!! She glanced around to make sure no one was watching and almost pulled us into her hallway. 'Don't be too noisy' she whispered, 'the k**s are asleep upstairs, but they don't usually disturb once they are asleep, now take off your jackets and make yourself comfortable, I have some Vodka if you like'!! We nodded dumbly and she brought in 4 glasse… 阅读更多内容

It was Autumn 1969, some one hundred 16 year olds were descending upon the small Kent village of Greenhithe, home of the famous Merchant Navy training ship 'Worcester'. It was moored about 250 yards offshore on the river Thames, and could only be boarded by means of a motorboat. The boat was manned and run by the Officer Cadets themselves and they were responsible for bringing the teaching, catering, cleaning staff etc. Val was about 30, a peroxide blond, cut very short and with very long, sexy legs! She worked on Saturday and Sunday afternoons as a tea/evening meal lady, serving and cleaning… 阅读更多内容