Molly Curtis was a nurse at the Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford as was, her on off girlfriend Samantha Elliott.
When they first met Sam
thought she had found the one, and fell instantly in love, but for Molly it was
different, she didn’t fall in love she was all about the sex.
The other difference between
them was that Sam was gay and only gay, she had only once had a man, whereas
Molly swung both ways and as often as possible.
But even with Molly’s
wandering eye they always seemed to end up back together, Samantha for the love
and Molly for the lust.
One of her regular lapses to
the other side was with her cousin Simon Fisher who was a salacious writer who had
a house in Bushy Down.
It was a mutually gratifying relationship
as Simon put it about as much as she did.
Molly had suggested to Sam
that a weekend away would be nice, a change of scenery which could only help
their relationship, although that wasn’t all that Molly was planning.
She proposed a surprise visit
to her cousin’s house on the pretence of using it as a base for the weekend.
Samantha however saw through
this ruse immediately and refused to go.
“You only want to go to
Simons so you can have unnatural relations with him” she said
“That’s not the reason at all
babe” Molly said, “The thought never crossed my mind, honestly”
A long-protracted argument
ensued and ended with Samantha saying
“You have to promise you won’t
have sex with Simon, or I’m not coming”
“Nor am I by the sounds of
it” she thought to herself
“Ok I promise” she lied
On the journey down from
Abbottsford, Molly was in reflective mood as she mulled over in her mind the
different scenarios that might lead to her getting what she wanted from her
kissing cousin without Sam finding out.
However, when they got there,
they found the house in darkness and no sign at all of Simon.
The reason for that was that at
that precise moment he was in a bus shelter snogging a bald Anglo-American girl
by the name of Dakota, after a drunken evening in the pub.
However, a snog was all he got,
and it appeared to all intents and purposes that Molly was going to get less than
that.
When Simon arrived home nursing
his lover’s balls, he was surprised and pleased to see Molly’s car parked outside
the house, he put his hand on the bonnet and it was still barely warm to the
touch so he figured it must have been there a while.
His first thought was to go
and find his kissing cousin and she how hot her engine was, the house was in
complete darkness so he assumed Molly had already turned in, but he knew how to
wake her up and what with.
He went into the lounge and
sat down on the sofa to take off his shoes, but due to a combination of
excessive alcohol and a ridiculous number of late nights, which had clearly taken
their toll on him, so he promptly fell asleep and woke up there 6 hours later.
When he did wake up, he still
had the vivid images in his mind of naked hairless women performing every
conceivable sexual act on him and as a result of his sensual dreaming he was sporting
a spectacular early riser.
Though that wasn’t the only
stiffness he felt when he rose from the sofa, but he thought a hot bath would
sort that and he had other plans to ease his other stiffness.
Before he went upstairs to
surprise Molly, Simon stood in the downstairs bathroom trying to relieve
himself, not easily achieved with a dawn horn, he found adopting the ski jumper
stance was the most effective but by no means fool proof, he would have to mop
that up later he thought.
Once he had finished, he
looked down at his erection
“So, what are we going to do
with you?” he said
The leading contender was of
course Molly who was A) a nice comfortable shag and B) in the house at that
very moment.
“She’ll do,” he said and
quickly undressed, had a wash in the sink, cleaned his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash,
and squirted liberally with deodorant and then addressing his erection, said
“Now let’s go for a spot of
borderline incest”
He crept upstairs to the
spare room and slipped into bed, she was lying on her side with her back to him,
so he cuddled up and spooned her. and kissed the skin of her shoulder and
breathed in her perfume, which was an unfamiliar fragrance.
“Mmmm” she murmured as he
nuzzled her neck and slid his hand round on to her breast.
After climax she relaxed and they
lay still for a moment enjoying the afterglow then he patted her arse, kissed
her shoulder, and withdrew.
“I’ll see you later babe” he
said
“Mmmmm” she murmured, and Simon
slipped out of bed and left the room, his manhood slowly wilting after its sensual
outing and to his surprise he met Molly on the landing coming the other way,
wrapped in a damp towel and Simon did a double take, and wondered how the hell she
got out of the room before him.
Molly didn’t speak at first,
she just looked at Simon and then his semi hard manhood, then at Simon again
and then back to his shrivelling dick.
“You just fucked Samantha,”
she said accusingly
“While I was taking a bath,
you fucked Samantha” and then she laughed.
“I thought it was you,” he
said in his defence
“You didn’t notice anything
different?” Molly asked
“It wasn’t your usual
perfume” he replied
“Really?” she said
inquisitively “You noticed my perfume was different, but you didn’t notice the
fact I’d suddenly grown a huge arse”
“That’s not a very nice thing
to say about your friend,” Simon said reproachfully
“She’s not my friend, she’s
my girlfriend” Molly corrected him
“Ah” He uttered “I just
thought you’d filled out a bit”
“Filled out a bit, filled out
a bit,” she repeated disbelievingly “How could you not tell I’d grown two dress
sizes?”
She said and punched him on
the arm but then she was laughing again
“Her arse is much bigger than
mine” she reiterated and punched him again then she looked at his droopy dick
again.
“Isn’t it”? And Simon nodded
Molly disposed of her towel
and displayed her wares in front of him.
“Just to remind you what a
tidy body looks like” Molly said and then she knelt down in front of him and removed
all trace of Samantha from his manhood and brought him back to life, then she
stood up and kissed him.
“Did you know that Samantha
told me I couldn’t fuck you this weekend,” she said cocking a thumb in the
direction of the spare room “And then she gets fucked instead”
“Well, I think all bets are
off” she said as she gripped his shaft and led Simon like a bull to slaughter
to his bedroom.
“Now it’s time for the real
Molly Curtis to get some”
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