Brian and Robyn are on their way to Scotland to see White Tailed Eagles. They decide to take the scenic route and fuck at every opportunity.
Unfortunately the author's mathematical skills do not match those of Brian and Robyn. There is no way to get from the South Coast of England to the very top of mainland United Kingdom and back in three parts. I've had to add this additional part. The three part tale of White Tailed Eagles is now a trilogy in four parts.
Robyn remained nude and retained the butt plug in her bum for the rest of the evening. She showed little if any discomfort and wriggled her bum at me at every opportunity. When she was within reach, which was nicely often in such a confined space, I was able to nibble her nipples and stroke her bum in addition to kissing and cuddling her close.
Only that morning she had joyfully climbed aboard my rampant hard the instant it was visible. That evening she just looked at it and smiled contentedly.
"I did that, didn't I, Daddy?"
It didn't require a response. She sat on the banquette a little way from me and stretched out. Her head in my lap, my hard cock pressed into my stomach by her ear.
"Comfy, Daddy Dear?" she chuckled mischievously.
"Perfectly, Daughter of mine," I replied reaching out to rest my hand lovingly on her perfectly flat tummy.
...
"Are you a teacher, Brian?" she asked seriously.
"What?" I spluttered theatrically, "not half an hour ago I was a Porn Star now I'm a teacher? What would I teach, how to shove a hard cock into a wet cunt? Would that be 'O' level or 'A' level fucking?"
"It's just that," she said totally ignoring my response, "your example was perfectly pitched. Maths and Science combined. Not in the least denigrating. Simple applied logic in a convoluted way. I had to actually think about what you were saying. A bit like being in a lecture. All the information was present, I just had to sort it out. Then there was the HHGTTG reference. Only certain types of people would get that. Somehow you knew that I would. So, you're my teacher, my Master?" she giggled, "training me in the ways of sex? I think I'd enjoy that... Master, especially if you spank my bum if I'm naughty."
"You like having your bum spanked?"
"Until very recently I'd never even considered it. All I was interested in was cock and spunk. See, I'm learning, minute by minute... Master. Time for bed, should we remove my butt plug?"
"Not yet, cuddles and kisses first."
"Yes Master!"
Clambering onto the bed she rolled onto her back and spread... her arms.
"Come to my arms you bundle of charms," she cooed sexily.
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We didn't rush to get out of bed in the morning. Robyn stayed naked as long as possible. Just before it was necessary for her to don her 'crew uniform', Daisy Duke's and a T, no bra nor panties obviously, I lubed her arse and the butt-plug and pushed it firmly into position.
Everyone had gone by the time we reached the first lock of the flight. Robyn hopped nimbly ashore, well onto the bank anyway, to do the 'crew thing' with the lock gates. As usual a guy arrived and offered to help. Needless to say Robyn kindly accepted and ensured he was amply rewarded with as many good views of her glorious body as was possible in a public place. He seemed a nice enough guy, ordinary, just being helpful. They walked together as we made our way up the flight, he helping at each lock. We reached the top, I pulled into the bank. Robyn gave him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek for his help. He asked us to wait a few moments. He disappeared only to return with a big bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine.
"Thank you for the most wonderful evening," he laughed, "enjoy your trip. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to catch you upon your return?"
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In the end we stayed on the canals for a month. Robyn wore a butt-plug every day for varying lengths of time. We had three of different sizes. She was taking a good length of cock in her arse by the end of our trip and we were building up the size of the dildo in her cunt. After the first two weeks we arrived back at the marina only to decide we'd had so much fun that we could go on for another couple of weeks.
We headed for Chester where we stayed for a few nights, did a lot of sight seeing and shopping, both essentials, wardrobe items for Robyn and some more toys. Back at the Basin we spent two further days cleaning and preparing the Blue Lady for another long period of storage before loading the van and heading north once more.
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We were headed up the Wirral, heading for the tunnels and Liverpool.
"Darling, before I fall totally in love with you... are you married?" she asked quietly.
"Nope!" I laughed delightedly, "bit late to ask now though, isn't it?" I teased, "never married. Was a girl way back in the previous century. Let her slip through my fingers. Until recently I've not found anyone that comes close."
"How recently?" she asked in alarm.
"Slept with her last night and plan on sleeping with her again tonight," I chuckled.
Her face cracked into the most beautiful smile.
"Geddaway! You're joking, right?"
"Nope, not at all. She was about your age, I was older, of course, she had an elfin smile, just like you. She fucked like a dream and made love like an angel. She was fun, smart, intelligent although it didn't seem as if she was using it too much. Like I said, I let her slip through my fingers."
"Painful to talk about it?"
"Not any more," I teased, "I'll not forget her though, ever. The morning I got up and made coffee, few days after we met? Looked at you still in bed and had a deja vu moment. Happened again a little later but couldn't figure it out. I see it now, you looked very much like she did when I took coffee to her on the Sunday morning, beautiful. Same sparkling eyes, very pretty face. Horny as hell. She was nowhere near as fit as you but then tastes have changed massively since then. She was hot then. You are hot now."
"So... can I ask how you met her? How you lost her? So that I don't make the same mistake," she chuckled wickedly.
"Very simple -- party on a Friday night. I took her back to mine and we fucked until Sunday afternoon. Took her to Donatello's for dinner that night. We went back to mine and went back to bed. We overslept in the morning. Frantic rush to get her respectable. I drove her to her flat...
We'd made no arrangements to meet up again because we sometimes worked together on a part-time job. A few days later I realised I missed her terribly so went to her flat, asked for Maureen. 'Nobody here of that name' said the girl who answered the door, 'but I could change my name if you like?' I didn't. I was working the part-time job a lot but she never showed up for work. The management said they'd not been able to contact her.
Months later I'm sitting in Donatello's, by the window waiting for my meal. She walked by, on the arm of a decent looking guy. She looked very happy and had a big baby bump. I was happy for her, put her on the back burner and never forgot her."
"You've not had a woman since then? I don't believe it!"
"There you go again, making decisions and coming to conclusions without any data references at all," I teased, "didn't say I'd not had any women, did I? I've had way too many to count over the years. There's not been one that I'd like to wake up with every morning for the rest of my life, until now."
"So there's no real problem if I start to fall in love with you then?" she giggled happily.
"Age difference?"
"I did say 'real' problems! I'm not concerned with you little hang-ups," she laughed.
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We went through the tunnel to Liverpool where we found somewhere to park for a few hours. Selfies of a very happy older gentleman and a sexy girl in hot pants and tank top. We arranged for the Penny Lane street sign to be behind us before replacing it with the Cavern Club in Mathew St. It seemed churlish not to let the Bronze statues of the Fab Four at Pier Head be included in our selfies and finally the Liver birds completed the set by perching on our heads. We headed north to find somewhere for the night.
We had very simple criteria, somewhere we could make love, have sex or fuck, preferably outdoors, without upsetting the natives. I managed to find a place off the beaten track near a bird reserve, and led my girl to the beach and into the sand dunes. The bird I wanted to watch was holding my hand and I wanted to watch her get naked. It didn't present a problem, Poster Girl wanted to get naked but she didn't want to be too far into the dunes.
"Just on the edge, in case somebody comes along" she said wickedly, "and you can slip it right in and home to the root."
With the help of our selfie sticks I recorded her stripping seductively. It didn't take long, a short dress was all she wore. Her wet cunt glistened with a lovely strawberry pink hue in the setting sunlight. I just had to have a taste. She sat on my face and drove both selfie sticks with consummate ease despite her constant wriggling and squealing.
Soon it was my turn to take control of the film making equipment as she went down on me.
Anybody would have thought we were in a private hotel room not just off the beach in a busy British seaside area. She licked my cock like a lollipop. Running her tongue wickedly over my cock-head then opening her mouth wide and feeding it into her throat. Rapid swallowing and chuckles sent shivers of utter pleasure up the length and down into my balls where her hand massaged the feeling carefully around my scrotum before working her mouth back up the length of my cock. Licking around the head a few times she then dragged her tongue down to the base prior to sucking my big balls into her mouth one at a time.
Around and around she went. Up and down my length with her tongue. Up and down with her throat. The swallowing and chuckling had me teetering on the crest of orgasm all the time.
"Pops!" she declared, "when you let rip and fill my belly with spunk you'd better make sure hold back a good amount for my cunt!"
"You want me to hold back with your throat wrapped around my cock? Third time today, at my age? I should be so lucky."
"In that case you'd better fuck me now, I've still got the small butt plug up my arse so you can really let rip. Give me a good seeing to. I want to feel your spunk dripping down my legs when we walk along the beach. I'll have a belly full with my cocoa."
Doggy is the best position when in the sand dunes, saves the bloody sand getting everywhere. A selfie stick each with Robyn recording what was going on between her legs and mine roving, catching the action as I pushed my cock lovingly into her cunt and withdrew. The butt plug pushing back against my cock felt incredible. A few strokes of penetration then a change of camera angle to catch her glorious tits swaying about as I moved her entire, naked body back and forth.
There was no rush. A dog walker about half a mile away was the only other visible inhabitant of the beach and neither owner nor dog seemed in any hurry to reach us. We fucked leisurely, recording every stroke, every grunt and each orgasm, that Robyn enjoyed.
"You holding out on me Daddy?"
"No sweetheart, just enjoying our time together out in the open air."
"You like fucking outdoors too?"
"Very much so. Much better than a stuffy film set." I teased.
"So, You admit it!? You are a Porn Star, I knew it! I just knew it!" my Poster Girl giggled delightedly.
"There's no evidence to support that claim. You enjoy fucking outdoors?"
"Absolutely! Best place ever."
