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A cat called Frog

Mum says my skirts are too short

The pub was quiet, very quiet, probably due to the heavy snow falling, people didn't want to go out and risk a broken leg by falling. There had been the usual early evening drinkers, the after work crowd, but then the snow had started and they'd all hurried off home.

I was lucky, or unlucky in as much as I only lived in the next street to the pub, while Karen, the other barmaid that night lived about five miles away.

At about eight o'clock Gary, the landlord said he was closing up.

"Get off home the pair of you before it gets any worse."

We didn't need telling twice, but when we got outside Karen knew it was too heavy for her to drive home.

"Stay at my place babes," I said, "It's only a little bedsit, but it's clean and it's warm."

"If you're sure," she said and I nodded, "Of course."

She fetched a big bag out of her car and then hung on to my arm as we made our way carefully to my place.

"Christ it's rough," I said as I opened the front door.

"Blooming awful," she agreed, We both shook the snow off our coats and then went into my little domain.

"Oh this is lovely Dave," she smiled, "I'd love a place like this."

I lit the gas fire and she joined me in a huddle in front of it clutching her mobile phone.

"I'm just ringing mum and dad to let them know I'm staying here."


I want into the tiny kitchenette and switched the kettle on and I heard her laughing.

"I'll ask him mum, Dave are you a mad rapist?"

"Yes." I laughed.

"He says yes he is." then more laughter and she joined me.

"They're both fine with it Dave, what are you doing?"

"Tea or coffee?" I asked but she shook her head and showed me her shopping bag.


"Yep, I went shopping before work, want one?"

"Oh yes," and I switched the kettle off.


"Above your head."

She reached up to get them and giggled as her skirt went up almost to display her lovely little bottom.

"Oops, sorry."

"Hey don't apologise," I laughed, "In fact you can do that again any time you want."

"Mum says my skirts are too short."

"Rubbish," I snorted, "You've got nice legs, show 'em off."

"Have you got a loo?"

"Yup," and I pointed to a door next to the kitchen.

She was back a minute later smiling.

"You've got a shower as well."

"All mod cons," I laughed.

"You were right, it's very clean and tidy."

"Well I like to be clean."

"It shows Dave."


"No I mean it, you've got it really nice, I love it."

There was a scratching sound then on the window and she jumped.

"What was that?"

"Oh that's my mate," I laughed, "He wants to come in."

I slid the window up and a bundle of fur leapt onto the floor to shake itself free of the snow on it's back.

"It's a cat," Karen laughed.

"Yeah, it's called Frog."


"Yeah, Frog," I confirmed and poured him out a saucer of milk with some tinned tuna on a plate next to it.

She watched in fascination as he went from one to the other until they were both empty, then he curled up on top of the bed and fell asleep.

"Is he yours?" she asked.

"Well one day last year, I had the window open and he appeared, he's been here ever since."

"He's lovely," she said and fondled his ears while Frog slept on.

"Can I have a shower Dave?"

"Of course, there's no lock on the door, it just closes but I promise I wont peep."

"Don't worry, I trust you."

She went in the bathroom and I poured myself another drink, I’d just reached for the television switch when she screamed.


I shot out of the chair like a cork from a bottle and bumped into her in the doorway of the bathroom.

"There's a spider."

"It's huge Dave." She was trembling, and I saw it on the wall of the shower cubicle, I went back into the living room to grab a newspaper which I used to put the offending creature out of the window.

"Oh Dave thank you," she said and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. Without thinking, I kissed her back with my arms around her and it was then that I realised she was naked apart from a tiny pair of light blue panties.

"Mmm you're a good kisser Dave," she said softly and slid her arms around my neck.

I kissed her again, harder and longer, this time very much aware of her naked breasts pressing into me, she was squirming in my embrace and making funny little noises in her throat.

"It's a big shower Dave," she breathed into my mouth as I slid my hands down her back and into her panties to cup her lovely little buttocks.

It wasn't a big shower, but it was big enough for two, and we proved it. She leaned back against the side and guided my erection in to where she wanted it. It had been several months since I'd had a girl, and my cock was rock hard, she moaned as I slid in to the hilt and once again cupped her buttocks.

"Yes Dave," she sighed, "Oh God yes, fuck me, fuck me Dave."

It wasn't ideal, fucking while standing, but I solved that problem by picking her up, she caught on quickly and wrapped her legs round my hips.

"Ooh perfect," she sighed and snaked her tongue between my teeth, "You're filling me."

"You've got a gorgeous little cunt, Karen," I hissed.

"And it was made for your cock," she grinned as she bounced up and down.

"I fancied you the first time I saw you," I said and she laughed.

"Idiot, you should have said."

"I was shy."

"You're not shy now are you?"

"No." I laughed and to prove it, I ran my hand between her buttocks and prodded a finger against her little rosebud.

She squealed and thrust herself down hard.

"You'll make me cum doing that."

So I pushed and she screamed as my finger went in to the knuckle.

"Dave I'm coming, oh fuck." and she shuddered, her whole body went stiff, her eyes opened wide and her lips drew back in a snarl.

"Harder Dave," she gasped, "Harder, Dave, oh, oh, oh fuck yes, yesss, YESSS."

And she bit my neck, I felt her finger nails raking my back and I knew I was about to come.

"Karen, oh Fuck, I'm coming." and she buried her head in my neck as I spurted jet after jet of cum into her beautiful slit!"

We lay on the floor in the shower cubicle, still joined, still enjoying our intimacy.

"That was beautiful." she said softly and kissed me tenderly, "But can we get out now before I shrivel up?"

We grabbed a towel each and ran into the living room to dry ourselves off in front of the fire, she asked me for a shirt to wear and I had to admit that it looked a whole lot better on her than me.

"I've just realised something Dave," she said, "Where's your bed?"

I pointed to a cupboard.

"In there."

She opened the doors and reached up to a handle near the ceiling giving me a wonderful view of her lovely tight buttocks.

"Pull it," I said and she giggled as the bed lowered down from it's upright position complete with duvet.

"Wow, that's good."

"Yeah," I agreed, "I can lie there watching television in bed."

"Great," she laughed, "Let's do it but without the television."

I grabbed a couple of cushions off the couch and she took off my shirt, I looked out of the window into the yard and saw the snow was coming down even heavier than before.

"Do you think he'll open tomorrow?" she asked referring to our boss at the pub.

"No chance." I laughed, "We're here for the duration."

"Mmm I can think of worse places to be." Then she squealed as I burrowed down under the duvet. The squeal became a sigh as I found her fragrant sex and kissed it. She parted her legs for me, and I burrowed my tongue in between her labia and up into the warm wetness of her cunt.

"Ooh David," she gasped, "Ooh yes that's beautiful."

I kissed the swollen nub of her clitoris and worried it with my tongue, just as I was about to cup her buttocks my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered and a beautiful, sweet little voice asked me if I'd seen the snow.

"I have darling, isn't it nice?"

"Will you still be able to pick me up tomorrow daddy?"

"Oh sweetheart I doubt it, I don't think anybody will be going anywhere tomorrow."

"I wanted you to help me build a snowman"

"I'll help you whenever I can get there darling."


"I promise."

"How's Frog?"

"Frog's fine my darling, he's lazing in front of the fire."

"Have you fed him?"

"Of course I've fed him."

"That's all right then, I love you daddy."

"I love you too my sweetheart."


"Bye bye darling."

Karen was sitting there looking at me, holding the duvet to her chest.

"My daughter," I said and she smiled.

"How old is she?"

"Four, going on twenty eight."

"Now I feel like I'm intruding."

"You're not intruding, but it has kind of spoiled the moment."

"What's her name?"


"Have you got a photo?"

"Hundreds." I got out of bed and took an album from a drawer in the sideboard.

"Can I have a drink?"

"Sure." I handed her the album.

"Dave she's gorgeous."


"Where is she?"

"She's with her mum, I've started proceedings to be granted custody of her."

"Will you win?"

"Karen," I said with a sigh, "I can't even think about not winning. I just can't imagine not having that lovely little person in my life."

"You've got tears in your eyes."


"Sorry for what, loving your daughter?"

"For being a fool."

"If loving that little girl makes you a fool, then yes, you're a fool, but at this moment in time you're my fool. Now pour yourself a drink and tell me your story. Trust me on this Dave, just tell me about yourself, good or bad and then I might just surprise you."

So I told her.

I told her how I didn't get on with my parents. How I left home at fifteen and how I joined the army at seventeen. I told her about my tours of Iraq and Afghanistan and how I met Brenda, Poppy's mum while on leave.

"I was half way through my third six month tour when I got caught by a roadside bomb, I'd just learned that Brenda was pregnant and I was thinking about the future when the blast hit, hence the scarring on my legs."

"Yes I noticed it."

"Well I was three months in hospital and then on leave for another three months while the injuries healed, she brought the baby to me here in this flat and I fell in love with her, I still am."

"I don't blame you Dave."

"I left the army, bought this place and here we are."

"What about you and Brenda?"

"There's nothing to tell really, we just drifted apart, I give her money every week to help with Poppy and I make sure I can see Poppy every week."

"So why do you think a judge would award you custody?"

"Her mum lives on benefits, I work full time."

"Not enough Dave."

"Well there's something else as well, two things actually."

"Which are?"

"Well every week I put fifty pounds in the bank, I've done it since I started working for Gary at the pub."


"I want my own place."

"How much have you got so far?"

"About ten grand give or take a few bob."

"You said two things."


"Christ Dave, this is like looking for hen's teeth."

"The answers in the album."

She flicked through the pages and suddenly stopped.

"Oh my God, is that... ?"


"You've got the Victoria Cross?"

"Yeah, look Karen I don't like a lot of fuss."

"Hang on a minute, yes that's it. I remember now it was in all the papers, you carried and dragged your troop commander for a whole mile with your leg half off. You killed some more Taliban, then when our boys found you, you insisted on going back with them to show them where the enemy was holed up, you were hit again but you still fought back."

"Karen, please don't it's embarrassing."

"So you plan on selling it?"

"Eventually, yes."

"I know a man who'll buy it."

"Oh yeah, who?" I said scornfully, but instead of answering, she punched some numbers into her phone.

"Hi daddy, you remember coming to see me at work a while ago?"


"Well you met my friend David."


"You said you thought you'd met him before."


"You hadn't met him daddy, you'd seen him in the papers, he's that local chap who won the V.C."

"Here Dave, daddy wants you."

If looks could kill she would have died on the spot, but I took the phone off her anyway.

"Hello sir."

"Karen tells me you have the V.C."

"Yes sir, I won it in Afghanistan."

"Yes I think I remember reading about you. Well, I'll get straight to the point David; I collect rare medals, and they don't come much rarer than yours, will you sell it to me?"

"That depends on your offer sir."

He explained that he would want to see some provenance which was as I expected. I was just about to reply when his daughters mouth closed over my cock and her fingers started kneading my balls. I stifled a groan and manfully carried on the conversation until he ended it by saying he'd give me time to think it over and rang off.

I felt her tongue probing at the tiny slit at the end of my cock and I knew I wasn't going to last very long.

"Karen darling, that's beautiful, but I can think of somewhere else I'd rather have it."

"Mm yes, come on then."

She lay beside me me and we kissed deeply, I felt her legs opening and she pulled me on top of her still joined at the mouth, she let out a sexy little moan of pleasure as I slid easily into her warm wetness.

"Dave this is beautiful" and her arms snaked around my neck as I began fucking her with long, deep strokes, she raked her long finger nails down over my back and even dug them into my buttocks as if to get me in deeper. Both of us came at the same time and I got out of bed to switch the gas fire off before climbing back in to cuddle into her naked body.

The smell of frying bacon woke me in the morning just as she came out of the kitchen holding two cups of tea.

"It's still snowing, look," and she pulled open the curtain, I looked but my attention was on her naked bottom peeking out from under my shirt.

"Lovely." I said and she giggled, "The snow Dave, not me."

"Oh, but I'd rather look at your sexy little bum."

"I like you looking at me."

"You're very easy on the eye."

"Thank you kind sir," she laughed as I got up to use the toilet, her light blue panties were drying on top of the radiator in the bathroom.

"I washed my knickers, is that all right?" she shouted,

"Of course it's all right," I said from behind her and she jumped.

"Daft sod," she giggled, "I don't think we'll be needed at the pub today will we?"

"Well it's my day off, but I don't think anybody will be going anywhere in this."

"One egg or two?" she asked.

"Two please," and I reached under her shirt to cup her breasts as I kissed her neck.

"Mm nice," she turned to kiss me with the spatula in her hand, "Now go away or your breakfast will be ruined."

I got the little table out, and we ate together by the window. Karen rang our boss, and he confirmed that he wouldn't be opening until the evening session providing it stopped snowing of course.

"Which it doesn't look much like doing." she observed to me, "So what shall we do?"

"Well we could try to get to the shop, it's only a few doors away, I could do with getting some groceries in for dinner, I want some more booze as well."

"Yeah, I'm game, let's do it."

Her panties were still damp so she left them off but wrapped up like an arctic explorer. I gave her a pair of my football socks which she pulled up over her knees just like stockings and she even put one of my overcoats on over her own, plus a scarf round her ears.

"Very sexy." I laughed and we set off, it wasn't as bad as we'd expected, at least it hadn't froze so it was just a matter of wading through the very deep white stuff and luckily the shop was open. It was actually a mini supermarket, so we were able to buy everything we needed, Karen even bought some stockings and a set of razors!

"Razors?" I asked as we struggled back to the flat.

"I like to keep myself shaven."

"What your chin?" which earned me a boot on my backside.

"You could've borrowed mine."

"I thought you might not want me to, you know, you'd be shaving with it, around your mouth,"

"I'd love to use it after you."

"Ooh kinky eh?"

"No," I laughed. "But I think it would be really sexy to use a razor that you'd used on your pussy."

"It would be even sexier if you used it for me."

That got me moving even quicker, and we were home within minutes.

"Ooh thank God for that," she said as she stood with her back to the gas fire, I thought my pussy was going to freeze up."

I put the television on for the lunch time news and heard the news reader informing us all that the snow was country wide and showed no sign of stopping for at least another day. Trains were cancelled, football matches postponed, roads were blocked. It was just the usual chaos that happened every time it snowed in this country.


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