"Fuck me you bastard," screamed Charity Tate. Her legs were tight around his lower back, ankles locked, forcing every last centimetre of her fiancé, lover, oh and by the way cousin, Cain Dingle's large cock as far into her eager pussy as it was possible for it to go.
Cain, trying to stall the moment he would spill his sperm into her for the what? The thousandth time, was thinking, that ever since the began having sex as kids, Charity had always been a noisy cow, a really good fuck though, she loved it, and he reluctantly agreed she was very, very good indeed .
"Oh yes, there, that's it, oh god that's so good, yes, yes , yes , yes, yeeeeeeessssss, she screamed in his ear as the orgasm began to roll its way through her body.
Cain finally let go and the hot white sticky fluid shot from his penis, filling Charity's pussy with his sperm.
Finally releasing him, god her thighs were strong, he thought. Cain sat astride her and offered his still hard cock, shiny and wet with the mingling of their juices, to her eager mouth.
Taking the cock, Charity licked around the end, drinking in the sensual slime, before swallowing him up to the bottom of the shaft.
Just then the bedroom door opened. It was their daughter Debbie.
Charity had been only thirteen when she had Debbie, who likewise was only fifteen when daughter Sarah was born, making Charity a very glamorous twenty eight year old grandmother. And still very attractive at thirty five.
"Can't you two make love quietly, god the whole village could hear that, I'd be surprised if they couldn't hear it in Hotten." said Debbie.
Cain looked round his cock still in Charity's mouth, "don't you think of knocking?" he asked, "and by the way, that was not making love, that was good old fashioned Yorkshire fucking." he said, slowly removing his cock from his cousins lips.
Debbie said "here I am at 22 and my parents have a better love life than I do, I haven't had a screw since I came back from Jersey, I'm climbing the walls here."
"Want to join us?" asked Cain
"Piss off, pervert," said Debbie closing the door, leaving them to their post coital escapades.
Debbie went downstairs and made a coffee. In a small Dales village like Emmerdale, there was not much talent about, of either sex. She had experienced lesbian love with Jasmine, but preferred men, though one or two women of the village were becoming more attractive. the longer she went without sex.
But who could she go after? Most of the eligible ones were related and not very attractive, Aaron was gay, and he was the best looking of the bunch, what a waste, thought Debbie.
The younger one's were off her list, most of the forty something's were either married or in a relationship, who did that leave? Alan Turner, and Sandy Thomas, ugh, she would rather join a convent. Then a thought struck her, Rodney Blackstock, ok, he was old, well about 60, but very well preserved, still handsome in an distinguished way and an old fashioned charmer. Debbie thought about the affair she had with her boss in Jersey, Tom had been about fifty, but could still fuck like a twenty year old, perhaps Rodney was the same.
Debbie made a mental note to explore the possibility.
Meanwhile in another part of the village the phone rang in the Home Farm office.
"Home Farm Equine, Katie speaking, how can I help."
"Hi Katie, its Faye, how\are you?"
"Fine thanks."
"Look I'm at a loose end tonight, fancy coming over, share a bottle of wine and have a general bitch at life" said Faye.
"Sounds good, about 8?" answered Katie
"That's fine, see you then." In an upstairs bedroom at Home Farm, Declan Macey, the new owner, at that moment had his head snugly between the thighs of Alicia Gallagher, his latest conquest in the village.
Millionaire Declan had no problem enticing Alicia, a barmaid at "The Woolpack" into his bed. Always eager for sex, she had been without a man since splitting from her husband and moving in with sister Leila.
They had been to bed a couple of times, just straight sex, but this afternoon, Declan was to introduce her to his speciality, oral sex
Declan loved cunnilingus, of all the sexual practices, it was by far his favourite. It probably went back to his first sexual experience. He was at school and had received a detention from the French mistress, who within minutes had the young Declan eagerly tonguing her very hairy pussy.
Now years later he had this buxom, thirty something, eager to receive his experienced technique.
Alicia was stripped down to her white panties, Declan liked the ladies to keep them on so that he could slowly remove them in his own time. He savoured the moment, when the first few curls of pubic hair came into view, then the rest of that triangle of womanhood, that he had worshiped for years.
He detested the modern trend, of shaving all or most of the hair, to him it removed the mystery and thrill of the first sight of those beautiful lips.
Alicia did not disappoint, her pubic triangle was very thick, very black and very beautiful.
He used his tried and tested technique, which had sent women worldwide into an orgasmic frenzy.
Firstly he would down the woman's legs and kiss the back of her knees, this he found made most women go weak at the knees, literally. The moving up the inner thigh, he kissed around the top of the pubic mound and down the opposite thigh, before positioning him self so as to be able to approach his target head on.
With his mouth millimetres from her pussy, Declan felt Alicia tense her body slightly, as he blew softly on her lips, she let out a low moan and opened her legs a little wider. Then with the slightest of touches he placed the tip of his tongue at the top of her outer lips and very slowly, trailed it down to the bottom. Repeating on the return journey , he probed just a little further, continuing until his tongue parted the outer lips, encountering the soft smooth flesh within.
Like all his other women, by this time Alicia was very wet. Declan lapped up the fluid like a bee taking nectar from a flower, he just loved the taste of a woman.
Up above Alicia was in heaven. She loved to be eaten and had many experiences, but this was something else. But this was so different, down below there was a maestro at work, and the feeling was unbelievable.
She was caressing her own breasts and as Declan started to manoeuvre his tongue in the direction of her clitoris she tugged on her erect and sensitive nipples causing a very pleasurable slight pain.
Declan just touched the very tip of her clitoris with his tongue. He knew from her instant reaction that he had found it, but rather than continue, he moved back down her labia, leaving her craving for more clitoral action.
She forced her pussy down onto his face, burying his tongue deep inside her, before he took pity on her pleadings and moved onto his final act.
He again found her clitoris, but this time he attacked it with constant lashings of his tongue. At the same time he inserted two fingers into her and knowing which area to concentrate on started to finger fuck her.
The effect of his rapier like tongue flicking at her clitoris and his fingers expertly sliding into her most sensitive places, brought Alicia to the point of orgasm. A final stab of his tongue on her engorged clitoris, sent her over the top.
"Oh my god ," she cried out loudly, "oh yes, oh my god," she repeated.
As the climax ripped through her like molten lava pouring from a volcano, Declan simply carried on doing what he loved. Tongue still giving the clitoris what it was designed for and fingers if anything moving faster into Alicia's now soaking vagina.
Then seconds after the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced finally subsided, another one started, just as intense, just as pleasurable and so unexpected. Alicia had read of multiple orgasms, but never experienced one, then came another, Declan never breaking rhythm just carried on giving the greatest oral sex she was ever to receive.
Finally he stopped, licking the last of the juices from her, he carefully licked the last remaining drops from the fingers that had worked magic in her and got to his knees.
"Wow, Declan that was fantastic, I never dreamed anything could be so good. Thank-you."
Reaching down she took his erect cock in her hand and lowered her head to it.
"Sorry, no time, I have a meeting at four, next time perhaps," said Declan, freeing himself and getting up from the bed. "don't you have to pick Jake up from school?"
Alicia looked at him and thought , how can he be so passionate one moment and then become a hard headed business man, who still remembers to remind me about my son.
Ten minutes later, as Alicia is making her way down stairs, she bumped into Declan's ex wife, Ella, who had moved into Home Farm with their daughter Mia.
"Hi, been keeping him company?" Said the ex Mrs Macey in a sneering voice.
Alicia replied, "you must have been one lucky lady, married to a man like that."
"Ah I thought I recognised the look, been in Happy Valley, has he?" replied Ella, "then you my dear are the lucky one, he is very, very good."
At eight o'clock, Katie Sugden knocked on Faye Lamb's cottage door, to begin what turned out to be a memorable night.
Katie had a relationship with Faye's son Ryan, but he had dumped her for Masie Wylde, who turned out to be his half sister.
But Katie had stayed friends with Faye, throughout Ryan's trial and false imprisonment for his fathers murder.
With soft lighting and nice pleasant background music, the two women cracked a bottle of decent wine and began chatting about whatever came into their minds.
As the second bottle appeared, Katie, feeling a little tipsy, extended her arm and slowly ran her fingers through Faye's glorious red hair.
"I have never seen hair this colour, tell me to mind my own business, but is it natural or from a dye?" said a quizzical Katie.
