Summerisle By Gypsie Sweetnickers
Chapter 18 MF

After Toby and Tabitha had left the house Sam and Caroline had once again let 
themselves give in to all their most basic desires. They hadn't even made it all the way to 
their bedroom before Caroline went down on all fours on the stairs and let Sam take her. 
Once they got to the bed in the attic room Caroline had acted like every man's dream slut 
and Sam had filled her mouth, cunt and ass with cum. 

All that activity had left the Sweetmans very sweaty so they had run the shower. Despite 
all her sluttish behavior Caroline still wasn't sated and Sam had taken her against the wall 
of the shower. He was thankful that he and Caroline were the only ones in the house since 
it meant that nobody would disturb them, "not that I'd really mind if Tabi saw this" a 
small voice inside his head told him. As his cock finished pulsing for the last time in 
Caroline's cum drenched pussy he helped her stand again and quickly cleaned up.  

Caroline pouted at the fact that Sam was leaving her but he reminded her that she was 
due to have lunch with Lady Summerisle and that he had to look at his office. This 
seemed to mollify Caroline and she let Sam out of the bathroom.

Sam could still hear the shower as he headed down the stairs and walked out of the house 
into a beautiful Sunday morning. 

The village pub, The Seamstress, stood at the end of a lane a few minutes stroll from the 
Sweetmans' house. Like the Satyr's House this building had an air of great antiquity to it. 
It had at one time been more than just a pub that much was obvious. The building was 
massive with many windows indicating many separate rooms on the second and attic 
level. The Seamstress had obviously been an inn at one time.

Sam reached the front door of the pub was obviously very old and heavy. There was an 
iron bell pull. Sam tugged on the handle and from within the pub he heard a series of 
bells jingle. A moment later he heard footsteps approaching the door and a voice called, 
"We're clozzed." The speaker, who sounded like a young female, had an accent that was 
pleasantly redolent of the country

"Oh," Sam began, "Lord Summerisle told me the landlord would show me my new 
offices"

"Oh? Iz 'at zo?" the voice inquired. "Wait minute, Dad sed 'at there moit bay zum new 
loiyer cumming round today. Oi'll opun the door!" There was the sound of a bar being 
pulled from across the door and it began to open slowly.
 
As the door opened, Sam got his first a glimpse the girl with the voice who had been 
speaking to him. She had ginger hair that fell in tight curls around an oval face. He 
guessed she was about 24. 

Her eyes were cobalt blue and had an almond shape that gave them a pleasantly feline 
appearance. She had golden brown skin, but not the same brown as the Summerisle 
family - her golden brown came from a life lived outdoors a great deal. She was wearing 
a dark green top made of a ribbed fabric that was very thin and hugged her breasts 
closely. Sam immediately noticed the girl's nipples were poking out of the top under the 
fabric.  His cock gave a little stir in response. Her outfit was finished with a pair of tight 
jeans of a similar color to her top.

Her mouth was wide and her lips were soft and full. Currently a small smile was 
beginning to form as she spoke again "Noice to meet you. Oi'm Molly"

"Hi," Sam answered. "Sam Sweetman."

"Dad's off at the Manse. Oi'm looking after the place. Me sister's out ridin'. C'mon in. 
Oi'll show you yer office." Molly turned and headed into the pub. Sam followed. 

The Seamstress had a large oak bar and 20 tables were arranged around the room. Molly 
had walked behind the bar. She asked, "Would you loike a drink?"

Sam walked to the bar, pulled out a stool and sat on it. "Sure," he said, "that would be 
nice. What do you suggest?"

"Well most around here loike cidur."

"Cider? OK sure I like apple juice."

Molly had obtained a pint glass and placed it under a tap. She smirked as she pulled on 
the handle and a liquid began to fill the glass. It was greenish amber and it had a pungent 
apple smell. "Well Cidur's a bet more thun jest apple juice," the girl said as she placed 
the pint glass in front of Sam.

Sam lifted the glass and took a gulp. "Wow!" he exclaimed, and looked at the glass. 
"Tastes great!" He took another gulp and another and drained the glass.

"Want 'nother?" Molly asked innocently.

"Certainly," Sam replied. Then the cider hit him. His world shifted slightly and things 
became out of focus Molly, already very pretty, appeared to develop a glow.

Molly refilled Sam's glass and then filled a second glass. "Oi'll join you," she said, as 
she bought the glass to her lips.

Four pints later and fifteen minutes, Sam was still sitting at the bar supporting his head on 
his hand. He was expounding about how happy he was with his new home. "N-no s-see I 
love this village it's, it's so pretty. Just like you!" He hadn't meant to say the last 
comment aloud but it was what he was thinking.

"Thanks!" Molly leaned closer so that her elbow touched Sam's. She still had half of her 
original pint left. She smiled when she saw his eyes slowly gaze down her top, so she 
moved to give him a better view of her tits. "Oi should show you yer office." She 
straightened up and walked around the bar.

"Whatever you like," Sam said, feeling somewhat unsteady on his feet. Molly came to his 
side and let him rest his arm on her shoulder.

They walked across the pub to a staircase. As they began their ascent Sam's arm slipped 
down Molly's back until his hand rested on the waistband of her jeans. He eased his 
thumb into the pants and let his hand rest between Molly's ass cheeks. 

Molly casually reached behind her and moved Sam's hand from her ass. t the top of the 
stairs was a narrow passageway with doors leading off on both sides. "This es were 
peepoll used to stay," she said as though Sam hadn't just been groping her. "Now it's just 
me, me dad and me sister who live up 'ere, oh and there's yer office of course."

She took Sam's hand and tugged him down the corridor. She stopped at an alcove that 
contained two doors. Without releasing his hand Molly turned to face Sam. She stepped 
back so that her ass was resting against the door on the right. "Yer office is through 'ere," 
she said. Then in a quieter voice she added "roight next to moi bedroom." She opened the 
office door and lead Sam in. 

"I'll have to make sure I don't go into the wrong room by mistake," Sam said with a dirty 
grin on his face.

"Oi wouldn't mind if you did," Molly replied as she located a light switch "But you cun 
get in to the office from the outside if you loike, any toime of the day or noit". ."

The office was surprisingly modern. Sam located the door on the outside wall that would 
allow him to access the office whenever he needed. Molly opened a blind and then 
quickly walked around the room pointing out its features. "Desk, Foil Cabinits, 
Compu'er, noice new phone." 

She held her chin for a moment as if trying to remember something. She then pulled out a 
the chair behind the desk and sat in it "Oh and yer noice new lethur office chair" She 
bounced back up, her boobs jiggling nicely as she did and walked back to Sam.

"That's about et" She declared, she was just a few inches from him. Sam noticed how 
brightly the girl was smiling and how here tits rose and fell as she breathed deeply in and 
out. "So I suppose that's that then" he said, he could smell Molly's perfume and feel her 
breath against him.

"Yes Oi suppose et es" She said with a languid smile.

"Shouldn't you go down and open up?" Sam felt a growing excitement. He reached out 
and stroked Molly's hair.

"Oh Oi don't need to do 'at yet" Molly titled her head slightly and her soft lips parted
"I have hours to kill, what do you think I should do" Sam replied and drew the girl closer.

"Would you like to see the room next door" Molly asked and leaned in for a kiss.

"Why not?" Sam replied and kissed her. They continued to kiss as they left the office and 
as they entered Molly's bedroom they had begun to strip each other. Molly's bed stood in 
the middle of the room occupying approximately the same space as the desk did in the 
office. Molly and Sam writhed together on the bed and soon were completely naked.

Sam's hands roamed Molly's beautiful form and he placed kisses on each inch of Molly's 
tits flesh. Molly moaned as she felt Sam's mouth around her nipples and his cock 
stiffening against her thigh. Sam rolled on top of the girl and she spread her legs. As his 
cock slid into her pussy Molly moaned and the pair of them fucked passionately, the bed 
frame creaking with the force of their lust.

Sam groaned as he fucked the beautiful girl. Soon he could feel his balls ache as they 
prepared to send a flood of cum into her cunt. Molly reacted noisily to the inundation of 
semen "Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Both lay there panting and then Sam said "Shouldn't you open up, won't you father be 
upset" 

Molly Smiled "no we don't opun until late on the Sabbath, there's lot of time still" she 
wriggled away and knelt in front of him on the floor. Taking his prick in her hands she 
played with it until it began to stiffen again. Now she began to stroke her tits with the tip 
until Sam could see them covered with the pre cum leaking out of it.

"Now yer noice and 'ard agan" Molly said as she stood up and came back to the bed 
"How bout you put that nice big cock in my hot little twat"

Sam again stretched himself over the girl. He bent down and kissed her and her tongue 
wrapped around his as he thrust his cock into her pussy. "I'll probably have to stay late at 
the office one of these nights" he thought.










