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I was touring Scotland in a hire car, making the best of the end of summer after most of the tourists had gone. I was by myself and enjoying the solitude of the hills and glens. But one thing I wasn’t enjoying was the lack of female company, especially the lack of a female body wrapped round mine in bed. I’d been in a long term relationship which had just painfully broken up, and I was back to the solitary pleasures of Mrs Hand and her ever faithful daughters.
Dusk was falling, I was on a narrow winding badly surfaced road in a lonely valley miles from anywhere and I was giving up any hope of reaching the next town by nightfall. That was when I saw a “Bed & Breakfast” sign at the start of a track that wound up a hill to an isolated farmhouse. I headed up the track and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and there she was. She looked early twenties, about ten years younger than me, a wild looking beauty with tousled blonde hair down to her shoulders. Almost involuntarily my eyes explored her body. She was a big buxom girl in a loose grey woollen jumper bulging over a well stacked top deck. Down below she was in faded blue jeans so tight they looked spray painted onto her man’s dream curves and shapely legs.
After several days of getting no closer to a woman than the pictures in the porn magazines in my rucksack I felt as if an electric shock had hit me, starting between my legs. More than that, she ran her eyes over me and I saw a look in them that hinted there might be more on offer than just a room for the night. For a few seconds we just stood there staring at each other. Then I heard a gruff voice from behind her.
“Who is it, Moira?”
A man appeared behind Moira. He looked fifties, tough, fit and lean with a weather beaten face, greying hair and a grey beard. I explained I’d seen their notice. I soon gathered that he was her father, that there was a room available and that my company was more than welcome in their lonely house.
“Go and show him the room, Moira,” her father said, gesturing toward the stairs. “Then join us for a wee dram. It’s getting late.” Night had closed in outside.
I followed Moira up the stairs. All the way up my eyes were locked on her tight blue jeans taut over her well rounded bottom swinging above me with her steps and showing the outline of the hems of her panties crossing her buttocks. The room was simple with a double bed, a wardrobe and an en suite bathroom, all I needed. As I stood there looking around the room Moira went to the window, turned her back to me, and bent over to look out. Her jeans tightened over her backside.
“You get a very good view from here,” Moira said.
She swung her bottom just a little, but sensuously enough, and rubbed her denim clad thighs together that erotic way girls do. There was just enough daylight to see the blackness of the hills against the deep blue sky. But right then the only view I was looking at was Moira’s taut blue denim clad backside, and the only hills I was interested in were the two hills bulging under her jumper. Moira stood and turned to face me, with her legs ever so slightly spread.
“You were looking at my bottom weren’t you?” I felt my face start to turn red.
Before I could think of anything to say she reached down to the front of her jeans, unzipped them and undid the button. Her jeans sprang open to reveal white cotton panties with an embroidered top hem. She spread her legs further, hooked her thumb over the waistband of her panties and pulled the front down far enough to display a neat bush of brown cunt hair. She thrust her hips forward toward me.
“Touch my cunt!” she gasped excitedly.
Almost involuntarily I slid my hand down between Moira’s spread legs, inside her panties and under her, cupping my palm over the bulge of her sex mound. Her cunt hair felt deliciously coarse against my hand and it was wet with her juice. She moaned softly and lifted the front of her jumper. Her big breasts were slung in the skimpy cups of a white bra that looked only just big enough to hold them. As my hand explored her between her legs, with my fingertips stroking slowly along the lips of her vagina she gasped and gave an excited little cry.
“When daddy’s out tonight,” she said excitedly, “can we? It’s been so long. Oh please.”
I guessed she didn’t get much chance with men in this isolated house. She said her father would be going off in about half an hour to the town for a drink with his mates, and he wouldn’t be back till the small hours, if he didn’t spend the whole night out. She told me she was on the pill “just in case,” I guess in the hope of men like me turning up, and she wouldn’t get pregnant. It had been ages since I’d felt a woman’s cunt and got my shaft up one. I certainly wasn’t going to turn down what this frustrated big boobed kastamonu escort lustful blonde sex bomb was offering me.
We went downstairs. By the time I’d I got my stuff from the car Moira’s father was ready with a bottle of a good single malt for our “wee dram.” I learned from him that Moira’s mother had died a couple of years before, leaving her father a widower.
Moira disappeared for a few minutes. When she returned I felt as if another electric shock had hit me. She’d changed from her casual jumper and jeans into a button up the front red dress that clung to her curves and ended high above her knees. The thin red cloth also made it obvious she hadn’t bothered with a bra and she’d left the top couple of buttons undone so her big breasts looked about to bounce out at any moment.
As we sat and drank our whisky Moira positioned herself where I could see right up her dress along her thighs. She smoothly crossed and uncrossed her bare legs several times, each time treating me to penis tightening glimpses of those white panties. I was surprised her father didn’t seem to notice his daughter’s provocative outfit and behaviour, especially as he was about to leave her alone with me in the house. I wondered if he was past it. I was also glad he didn’t notice the bulge of my straining erection. After what seemed an eternity of frustrated waiting Moira’s father left. As soon as the noise and lights of his ancient Land Rover had faded down the track Moira and I were up in my room.
We were wrapped round each other instantly with Moira’s hands round my shoulders, her lips against mine, her big soft breasts squeezed against my chest and the peak of my erect penis jutting into her soft belly. My hands started round her waist then slid down her back to explore her big soft bottom. My fingers followed the hems of her panties across her bottom through the thin cloth of her dress to tell her I knew all about her knickers. I lifted the back of her dress to caress her soft smooth thighs and her bottom through her thin taut panties before slipping my hands down inside them to explore her naked buttocks and her hungry juice wetted cunt.
We disengaged ourselves from each other only to undress each other. We were both frantic. Moira’s hand were trembling and she was whimpering with excitement as she fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. Being just in that dress and her panties Moira was nude first. Her naked figure was every bit as good as I’d imagined. Her big round breasts swung heavily and deliciously sensuously with her movements, and her deep red nipples were already peaking with arousal from the pink circles of her areoles.
She squatted down naked in front of me to pull my blue cotton briefs down and off. Almost as soon as my erect penis bounced out Moira slipped her lips over my knob. With her lips catching the corona ridge of my penis she rolled her tongue across my nozzle and tickled my frenulum. I let out an involuntary grunt of sex pleasure. I could have taken any amount of that! I grabbed her head and tried to push my cock further into her mouth. But mercifully she stopped and looked up at me.
“That’s what men like, isn’t it?”
Before I could manage an answer Moira was on her feet, then we were both on the bed wrestling naked together. In our frantic lust fired romp our hands and lips must have explored every inch of each other’s naked body in every foreplay position. In spite of her enforced abstinence I soon learned Moira knew exactly what a man likes.
We spent a long time In 69 position enjoying each other. Moira on top of me flicked my penis head with her tongue and kissed and fingered my shaft, balls and inner thighs. With my head squeezed between her meaty thighs and my face pressed against her pussy buried in her bush I could hardly hear her excited squeals as I got my tongue between her vagina lips. As Moira’s arousal rose she moved down my body so her swinging breasts tickled my straining penis, while my fingers between her thighs and my lips and tongue on her labia and clit worked her hot.
I could hear Moira whimpering above me and felt her trembling with the excitement of arousal. She rolled off me onto the bed next to me, spread her legs wide and folded them up so her knees were near her shoulders. Her vagina was gaping wide, glistening with her juice and with her inner labia poking out. She reached up her arms toward me and in between her excited gasps moaned softly “Want you! Want you!”
I got kneeling between her spread thighs. I gently prodded her excited labia with my penis head while savouring the erection straining view of a naked willing girl spread in front of me with her legs spread as wide as she could get them. Her big breasts were quivering with her excited breaths. Her tousled blonde hair escort kastamonu was spread over the pillow, and she had a hungry, pleading look in her eyes.
With a single movement I was on top of her in the valley between her folded up thighs with my penis in her full length. Her naked body was against me soft and warm under mine, her vagina was warm, wet and tight round my hard shaft, and my pubic hair was entwined with hers.
My lips and fingers must have taken Moira to the height of arousal and the brink of orgasm. She grunted and squealed as I treated her to the thrusts of my hard, hungry pumping muscle. I like girls who’re noisy during sex. She climaxed after just minutes of my rhythmic full length pumping. I felt her body tense under me, she grunted, her belly thrust up against mine, her legs wrapped round my thighs and her arms wrapped over my back. She held me so tight I could only just carry on shagging her. Moira cried out as her orgasm exploded, her body shook and her heels beat against my bum. Her fingernails scratched my back but I wasn’t going to complain!
Then as she relaxed under me but with her arms and legs still wrapped round me I patiently continued the job. In spite of my own months of celibacy I held back, savouring a big warm soft woman under me and her tight smoothness round my shaft. After several exquisite minutes of methodical shagging I came. I pushed her firmly up the bed with my orgasm thrust as I jerked a delicious load into her. A minute or two later I rolled off her and lay beside her with my flaccid penis flopped on my belly and warm semen trickling down my side.
I was thinking that had been a damn good shag and wondering if I’d get a chance to get up her again before her father returned – then it happened.
The bedroom door had been ajar. It opened fully and in walked Moira’s father. He stopped right next to the bed and stood there looking at us. For a terrifying instant I thought I’d had it. Then as if in slow motion I realised he was stark naked except for a pair of women’s panties, pale blue with a pattern of white flowers, and so brief that his massive erect penis was sticking up almost vertical above the top hem nearly as far as his belly button.
“Did I do it the way you like to watch, Daddy?” I heard Moira say. As she spoke she rose and knelt next to me on the opposite side of me to her father, facing him.
“You were red hot, girl. And you were too, my boy!” Moira’s father said, with a lewd grin on his rugged face.
After he’d pretended to leave us the pervert had slunk back to watch his daughter getting stripped and fucked, all with his whore of a daughter’s connivance!
Moira’s father pulled the panties down round his thighs just below his thickly haired balls so they erotically underlined his massive erection. It must have been at least an eight incher with a big red-purple mushroom head. He certainly wasn’t past it! I’d guessed by then that the panties were Moira’s. He took the panties off completely and hung them on his erect penis. Then he moved so his hairy muscular thighs were against the bed right next to me, and he thrust his cock toward Moira.
Moira leaned across me toward her father so her breasts swung heavily above me. She took the big head of her father’s penis into her mouth just like she’d done with me, and from her movements I saw she was licking and massaging his knob just like she’d done with mine. I saw him run his fingers through his daughter’s blonde hair and from above her I heard a deep growl of pleasure. When she released his cock head from her mouth it was bending up even more vertical and quivering stiffly with the veins standing out along his shaft. I began to realise then how she’d learned what men like.
Moira’s father reached down, and with her panties still hanging round his penis he began to masturbate, tugging his foreskin with his thumb and forefinger in a ring round his shaft and stroking his penis full length with his fist riding up over his knob.
“This is what you like, isn’t it, daddy?” Moira said as her father started to wank.
As she spoke she swung her leg over me so she was kneeling astride me nearer to her father. She held her big breasts up toward him. Her vagina was pulled wide by her spread thighs astride me. My semen trickled from her gaping vagina, caught in her pubic hair and ran down the insides of her spread thighs.
As Moira’s father masturbated he ran his spare hand over his daughter’s naked body, lingering on her thighs, fondling her breasts and reaching down to ruffle her pubic hair and fondle her cunt. He slipped his fingers into her gaping slit. That got Moira whimpering with excitement and his fingers wet with my residual semen. Pinned down under Moira’s spread thighs as this incestuous pervert kastamonu escort bayan stroked his cock off over his daughter’s naked body all I could do was watch.
Moira’s father obviously knew how to hold back too. He spent ages masturbating and playing with Moira’s body as his hand pumped his cock. He eased off a couple of times, grunting as he held his cock on the exquisite brink of shooting its load the way I do. As he wanked his shaft Moira reached out to tickle his balls and the inside tops of his thighs. Finally he held back no longer. Firmly and methodically tugging his shaft he thrust his hips forward. Moira leaned toward him so his penis head was brushing his daughter’s breasts. He snarled out a long deep “Nnnnnggghhhh!” noise just like I make when I cum. His huge spurt of semen splashed over Moira’s breasts, over her front and over me.
Moira’s father stepped back breathing hard after he’d jerked his load. Semen dripped from Moira’s nipples onto me as I lay under her between her legs, and trickled down Moira’s belly to catch in her navel and pubic hair. A strand of semen dripped from the tip of her father’s swinging half erect penis onto Moira’s panties still hanging from his cock.
“Was that a good one, daddy?” Moira said, fingering her father’s swinging penis to catch the strand of semen dangling from it.
Her father grunted approvingly. He wiped the semen off his penis with the panties and handed them to his daughter to wipe the semen off herself and off me with them before Moira climbed off me. Then at her father’s invitation we went downstairs, all three of us still stark naked, for another “wee dram.”
I don’t recall much of what happened after that. I vaguely remember sitting naked on a sofa downstairs with Moira’s equally naked father, with Moira nude between us as the “wee dram” became the entire bottle of the single malt. The next event I was aware of was waking up naked in the bed in my room with an aching head, with a good hard “morning woody” sticking up between my legs, and with Moira nude in bed asleep next to me. The curtains were blazing with the late morning sunlight.
I lay there for a while thinking about it all and trying to remember what had happened. Moira eventually stirred and she snuggled next to me. We kissed and fondled till we were both fully awake. As we drank a cup of tea together in bed and an aspirin did its work on my head Moira ran her finger tip lightly along my erect shaft.
“Shall I do what daddy likes?” she asked. By then I’d gathered that what daddy liked I certainly liked too.
Moira tossed off the bedclothes. I lay back and she knelt beside me leaning over me with her legs wide. Kneeling like that her thighs, bottom and cunt, and her delicious big breasts swinging heavily above me were perfectly placed for my exploring hands, and I could slide my hands up between her legs across her furry pussy to fondle her bottom and bum crack.
Moira’s light fingers started on my chest, worked their way slowly down my front, over my belly button then flicked and lightly stroked my penis to rock hard erection arching up over my belly. Her fingers found that deliciously erotic spot at the very tops of the insides of my spread thighs and circled my arse. I squirmed, grunted and gasped, and gripped Moira’s bottom and thighs as her fingers drove me wild.
There was a bead of pre cum on the tip of my penis head by the time Moira’s fist wrapped round my shaft and she began the long, smooth, full length rhythmic stroking and tugging, catching my corona ridge just the way I like and riding right up over my penis head. Her breasts swung above me with the rhythm of her hand.
That rhythm awoke another memory of the night before in my still fuddled mind, of Moira hand jobbing her father as he sprawled naked on that sofa. His legs had been spread wide and his huge penis was sticking up vertically between his legs. The sofa was rocking and Moira’s breasts were bobbing with that same rhythm as she leaned over her father with her hand pumping methodically up and down his shaft. The rocking had abruptly stopped but the sofa had shaken as he’d thrust and juddered in his orgasm, spurting his semen up in a fountain and letting out the same deep throated grunt as when he’d wanked over his daughter’s breasts.
After exquisite minutes of sex pleasure from Moira’s well practised hand on my shaft and my hands on her naked body my orgasm rose. I involuntarily thrust my hips up and clutched Moira’s soft buttocks hard to pull her against me. My spurt of semen splashed up over my chest and belly. The pale blue panties which her father had been wearing the night before were still on the floor and Moira used them to wipe my semen off my body.
Moira wanted me to stay for more. Her father really was gone this time, to the agricultural business he ran in the nearby town. But I had to get the hire car back and catch my flight back home. After an excellent breakfast served by Moira nude except for an apron I reluctantly left. But I promised her I’d be back to perform for her and her father on my next Scottish holiday which I’m planning already.