GIRLS WHO WEAR GLASSES
Its said “that men seldom make passes
At girls who wear glasses”
But what if the girl is wrapped within
Such soft velvet like skin
Or she is full of vitality and vigor
Or has an hourglass figure
With a pinched waist and curvaceous hips
Or moist pouting lips
Perhaps she has milky white thighs
Or maybe come to bed eyes
What if her blouse struggles to repress
Her large heaving chest?
Maybe she has a dazzling smile that wins
Or has long slender pins
Would men ask out girls who wore glasses
If they had really nice arses?
WHAT DOES IT TAKE
Does it take the fuller figure?
To help you pull your trigger
Or is it those who kiss and tell
You require to ring your bell
Or does it take a total bitch
To really flick your switch
Perhaps its nurses on the ward
That actually pulls your cord
Is it lamb that’s really mutton?
You need to push your button
Must they wear the briefest thong?
To make you bang your gong
Ought they dress in something tight?
To really light your light
Must they act all prim and proper?
To help to pull your stopper
Must they wiggle when they walk?
To make you pop your cork
The truth is, unless I miss my guess
They need only answer yes
BERNADETTE FROM BLACKHEATH
I remember my very first girlfriend
Bernadette O’Flahety was her name
She was ever so slightly unattractive
But she was my girlfriend all the same
She was considered quite the looker
Where she was born in Blackheath
Despite the very large warty nose
With the ginger moustache beneath
She did have a face like a smashed crab
Or perhaps like a bag full of spanners
She had tufts of red hair under her arms
Like a pair of nesting ginger hamsters
They say that beauty is only skin deep
So she must have had hers on inside out
She’d a funny eye so that one looked
At you and the other seeked you out
She was best viewed in a dimmed light
Preferably from distance to be unkind
It was best not to see her naked form
But tackle her in the dark from behind
She had hairy legs and even hairy nipples
Her shape wasn’t curves so much as sags
She carried at least three spare tyres
And had breasts like roof tiler's nail bags
Bernadette's complexion resembled
Two week old cold lumpy porridge
She had Denis Healy bushy eyebrows
Accentuating the prominent ridge
She was older than me by a little bit
And she had been around the block
And it would be more than fair to say
She had too many miles on the clock
Bernadette was a bit of an old banger
You could say in more way than one
But on a those long cold dark nights
She was also a real bundle of fun
My brother said unkindly, the poor girl
Must have fallen from the ugly tree
And making matters worse she had hit
On the way down a branch or three
The excessive cellulite on her thighs
Made them look and feel like tripe
She had a number of boils and sores
And her skin was of the greasy type
And yes its true that she did have a face
Like a well smacked arse bless her
Or a bulldog chewing a wasp but then
I was no oil painting or Adonis either
And perhaps she was not what a mother
Would want to chose for her son
But Bernadette was quite acceptable
For a shy young man to practice on
YOU CAN RING MY BELL
Do you like making spoons in bed?
Or do you do it on all fours like beasts
Perhaps in the style of the missionaries
Or does she straddle you like a monkey on a stick?
Is she animated when you’re at it?
Thrashing about a lot
Or motionless like a resuscitation doll
Maybe you have her with trembling knees against a wall?
Mounting her roughly from behind
What about the wheelbarrow?
Have you tried that position?
Maybe bondage or spanking is your thing?
Do you play two way family favorites?
Kissing the inside of her milky white thigh
Before drinking from the velvet cup
Does she enjoy performing orally?
Is her behavior quite low, morally
Base and sluttish
Or is she prim and proper
Prudish about being rude-ish
Maybe it’s not what you do but who you do it with
Vampish or tarty, dumb or smarty
Clear complexioned or spotty
Level headed or dotty
Intelligently spectacled
Scantily clad in edibles
What about role playing and dressing up
Does she wear uniforms of cotton or serge?
And do you dress as a centurion
Or a gladiator
Do you play doctors and nurses?
Or vicars and tarts Master and slave
Butler and parlor maid
Teacher and pupil
Acting out fantasies of filth
Do you do it wearing a hat?
In German helmet and jack boots
Cross dressing perhaps
In a pencil skirt or floral dress
Leather goods or latex or pace
What about toys or sexual aids
No let’s not go there
What about swinging do you fancy that?
Arriving in a Porsche and going home in a Passat
Does she need to be of a certain physical type?
To be of the right dimensions?
Or proportions
Tall and pencil thin
Or perhaps pear shaped or round
An hour glass figure
Or a stick thin anorexic
A particular color eyes
Hair, long, short or none at all
Blonde, brunette or red
Body piercing?
A turn on? Or turn off?
Tattoo’s like wise
Do you like your beaver wild or tamed?
Does a Brazilian look too much like you need a swipe card?
And if it looks like Adolph Hitler’s moustache do you care
When her breasts are released are they like airbags deploying
Or are they small and pert just enough for toying
Are you fussy about her appearance?
Or is a pulse all she needs
Perhaps you’re not even that fussy
Is she noisy when you’re on the nest?
Perhaps that’s what you like the best
Once she’s warmed up do you make her bellow?
So you have to turn her over and make her bite the pillow?
What about location does it matter where it’s done
Do you like it to be a public place?
When she’s sitting on your face
Do you like it al fresco in the woods or maybe the park
Or does a dog sniffing your bum put you off your stroke
At someone’s party under a pile of coats
At the cinema or theatre
Out back in a dark alley way
In the car? We’ve all done it there
All around the house in the bathroom and on the stair
Well you can do it in the hall or on the kitchen table
Even on the toilet if she doesn’t care
It doesn’t matter what you do to ring each others bell
Or where you ring it bloody hell
Just as long as all party’s are willing and able
That’s the best thing of all and the most important
And the most exiting when she tells you yes
TIGHT FIT
My first girl friend
Was amply proportioned
Not fat,
Not even plump
Rounded
If she’d been a sofa
She’d have been well upholstered
So why on earth
When she had a size 16 arse
She insisted on wearing
Her sisters size 12 pants
Only God only knows
And he won’t split
Though I’m surprised the pants didn’t
Anyway I digress
The small knickers
Didn’t add to her desirability in any way
Nor detract from it in fairness
On the contrary
I think in more than one sense
It did make me want to get her pants off
Even more.
Now when it came to tights
She took the word literally
Now the tights may well have been
One size fits all
But the one size did not include her’s
On her legs they looked good
She had great legs
It was her hips that were the problem
In so much as getting her tights off
Now on most occasions this was not a problem to me
It was only when,
We wanted to
Not to put to fine a point on it
Partake of a spot of Rumpy
Getting her undressed then
Was no mean feat
Pulling her tight down
Was like pulling a porn star off your mother
Or that plastic wrapping off a frozen turkey
Her bra was no better
Being designed
To fit a 36 b
When she was actually a 38 d
Her breasts were squeezed out of shape
Like lumps of kneaded bread doe
And when you managed to unhook her bra
Which took both hands
And a knee in her back
They popped out like a pair of jack in the boxes
Or one would spring out like something
From a bizarre novelty cuckoo clock
Striking the hour
Or would lunge out
Like a deploying airbag
All her other clothes
Fitted her perfectly
It was only her underwear
That she got wrong
She was only sixteen then
Oh happy days
Sweet sixteen
Sweet as candy
For unwrapping
And it was not an unpleasant experience
Unwrapping her
I spent three exhausting years
Laboring at the task
Made all the more pleasurable
As she had two sisters
For me to unwrap
OH LOOK
Oh look
A glimpse of thigh
As her legs cross
Young girls
Hipster clad
Showing thongs
Fail to titillate
But the young woman
In the lemon dress
Illuminated in the sunlight’s shaft
Excites the senses
A well-endowed Philly
On an adjacent table
Leans forward suddenly
And her breasts
Rearrange themselves
Delightfully
I feel no shame
As I view
A curvaceous beauty
A shapely leg
Or well-sculptured ankle
Pert well formed buttocks
Plump or perky breasts
But nothing tarty or vampish
No bare midriffs
Or obscenely short skirts
Less is more
I feel no shame
For letching
Where’s the sin
In looking
They are god’s creation
Well packaged
Why would he
Give us such delicacies
If he intended us not to look
So where’s the sin
Even if I am the vicar
MISS TUNNEY
Hey there Miss Tunney
You’re quite a honey
With a disposition sunny
And sense of humour, funny
So cute just like a bunny
I’d pay a deal of money
Just to taste your cunny
YOU,RE MINE
Your size four feet are mine
Your slender stockined legs are mine
Your firm round buttocks are mine
Your unwaxed loins are mine
Your smooth flat belly is mine
Your manicured nails are mine
Your pert young breasts are mine
Your brown bobbed hair is mine
Your pretty round face is mine
Your puppy dog eyes are mine
Your turned up nose is mine
Your pale pink mouth is mine
Your coquettish laugh is mine
My heart and soul are yours
SHE
She smiles
And I undress her with my eyes
She laughs
And I’m naked with her
She looks at me
And my heart pounds
She smiles at me
And I orgasm
I really must get out more
I WANTED HER
She crouched down, almost squatting
To stroke a small dog in the park
As she did her full buttocks
Strained the fabric of her shorts
And I wanted her
When she stood up
She through back her hair from her face
As she did the sunlight caught
The fine blonde strands
And I wanted her
She reached behind her head
To tie back her loose hair
Which pushed her breasts tightly
Against her cotton shirt
And I wanted her
She saw me looking at her
And smiled at me coyly
Then she waved to me, smiling
And I wanted her
Luckily she was my wife
Friday, 4 August 2017
Wednesday, 2 August 2017
Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 11
SHE CAME IN THE NIGHT
It was in the early spring
When nature causes sap to rise
Before the dawn in the early hours
When from the shadows she emerged
With an ethereal quality
She moved slowly in the half light
Of the flickering candlelight
Revealing her form in snapshots
Naked but for the flimsiest garb
Something filmy, delicate and sheer,
Which hung from her sylphish form
Like a fine cloak of gossamer
A delicate silken web covered with dew
As she came closer her scent assailed my senses
Initially it cloyed in my throat, sickly sweet
Then intoxicated me like strong wine
Then she stood before me
Wearing the light gauzy fabric
Diaphanous and insubstantial
Which rendered her naked to my eyes
And I gazed into the hypnotic green of hers
The spell was broken by her sweet breath
Which plumed between us in the cold air
In rhythm to the heaving of her chest
Her breasts crowned by her arousal
My eyes moved from the erect sentinels
To the sable triangle below her soft belly
Then returned to be once again entranced
By the sultry green eyes of the seductress
In a silken movement she discarded the flimsy garment
And moved closer, only millimeters away
So close I could feel the beating of her heart
And with every breath she took
Her nipples gently brushed against my skin
Then I felt her hands on my skin
And electricity seemed to move between us
Her touch, soft and delicate on my skin
And as they moved across my body
It felt as though I was being wrapped in silk
Her lips pressed gently against my skin
As she kissed my chest, my neck, my throat
Then up to my cheek and finally my lips
Where she moistly kissed my mouth
Then without warning she became animal and urgent
As she pushed me onto the bed
Her nails dug deep into my flesh
And her mouth pressed hard against mine
Her tongue was darting into my mouth like a piston
Her hands sought me out and found me hard and pulsing
She tugged at my hardness, then enveloped me
Immersing me in her, coating me in warm honey
Her muscles were tight about me
As all at once she was rising and falling on me
Her mouth left mine and her tongue explored my ear
And her sharp teeth chewed at my lobe
Deep rasping breaths turned into loud animal moans
As her exertions became more urgent
Her mouth returned to mine as her passions grew
And when the first orgasm rippled through her
Her kisses turned to bites and she bit my lip
Then she began to lose control and she lost the rhythm
I gripped tight on her hips and imposed my beat
Her moans had turned to wails
And she whipped me with her hair
As she cast her head back and fourth with each stroke
Then that moment arrived
When we both stood upon the edge,
Of that most delicious precipice
Between the bestial coupling, primeval and base
And that joyful release of climax
I exploded inside her with an involuntary grunt
And she let out a banshee wail
All of a sudden I was wide awake
Laying alone, my skin moist with sweat
The bed in total disarray
I was breathing hard and
I imagined I could still smell her scent
And as I moistened my lips
I detected something odd
The metallic taste of blood on my tongue
DECEMBER RESPITE
It was a cold and gray December day
With a biting wind that took your breath away
My errands run I headed towards the pub
Where I took refuge in the saloon bar
I made myself comfortable beside the fire
And prepared to get on the outside of a large brandy
My eyes were drawn to the centre of the room
Where sat a striking strawberry blonde
She was sitting with her legs crossed
A pen in one hand a drink in the other
She was concentrating on something
A crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku
And her bottom lip pursed slightly downward
Almost like a wilting pink rose petal
Then her eye kind of crinkled up
That combined with a slight inclination of her head
Gave me the impression she was confused
I assumed over what she was studying
Then I noticed a flash of golden light in her hair
As if her strawberry curls had ignited
But a shaft of sunlight had burst through the grey December skies
And I realised the sun had made her squint
This in turn screwed up her nose
Then caused her to sneeze
And she sneezed quite indelicately
Then again and again
This fit of sneezing had an added interest to me
As apart from the obvious effects
The shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse transparent
And each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves
Within her non existent blouse
And her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality
But alas all too soon the sneezing stopped
But I’m pleased to say her breathing had not
And I watched with fascination
As with each subsequent breath she took
Her breasts reshaped themselves inside her bra
She was blissfully unaware that her blouse was now translucent
And that each adjustment she made to her straps
Served only to more sharply define her assets
But all good things must come to an end
And thanks to a thoughtless cloud
The sunlight was snuffed out
It had been a most pleasant respite
Studying her most wondrous topography
It’s amazing how the little things in life
Can brighten up the dullest of winter days
It may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do
Ungallant I suppose not to have averted my gaze
But she only had herself to blame
On a cold and gray December day
She should have been wearing a vest
ANYTHING GOES
The Cole Porter classic “Anything Goes”
Is a song everyone knows
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
Which attempted to define
The moral decline
Well little did he know
How low morals would go
Now little is left to the imagination
When it come to female emancipation
Woman display themselves to readily
Or dress inappropriately
Their varying degrees of undress
Expose pierced and tattooed flesh
In thongs with exposed arses
Or skirts as short as west end farces
Naked midriffs of all shapes and sizes
Leaving no room for surprises
Flesh erupts like a muffin
Over waist bands unable to keep it in
And no one should ever wear Lycra
Unless their figure is micra
There are things that should remain hidden
And only revealed when bidden
Equally there are also things about a woman
That does not need to be revealed to a man
For example a cause of great consternation
Is that we get to here about their constipation
Loss of bladder control issues
Feminine freshness wipes and tissues
Then there is the shaving and waxing
And treatments men would find quite taxing
There are things we don’t need to see or hear
I just want to make that clear
One behaviour that’s quite disturbing
Is a mother in public breast feeding
Nursing a baby we don’t want to see
No matter how nice her nurses maybe
But the very worst thing to see
Is when they are out socially
Woman kind when emancipated
Failed to do what was anticipated
In taming the animal in men
And preventing his wildness emerging again
Instead women have fallen into the pit
And show know intention of leaving it
Laddettes and matrons who should know better
End up drunk laying in the gutter
Even at a holiday resort
Men look on as they disport
Cavorting bare chest-ed
Free of the clothes they have divested
As they display manicured muffs
And unmatched collar and cuffs
The tattooes, piercings and body art
Are the only way to tell them apart
Full of cocktails and beer
And the odd infection I fear
I’m not sure Mrs Pankhurst
When the idea struck her first
Envisaged that this would be the way of it
And Cole Porter didn’t know the half of it
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
DREAM LOVER?
Was our secret love as special as it seems
Or were our liaisons only in my dreams
Am I remembering those nights clearly
When your heart beat only for me
And we satisfied all of our passions
In all their varied forms and fashions
Could it be our exertions were a fallacy?
Our sexual gymnastics just a fantasy
Were those sensual hours spent with you?
Or just an imagined lovers rendezvous
PERSONAL SERVICE
Satisfyingly slutty
Down on her knees,
Dressed in black silk
Eager to please
Tempting and toying
The teasing bitch
Bringing me to the point
When I twitch
Then as her efforts
On me increase
I explode it that
Sweet moment of release
INSIDE THE SILK
Cool silk against my hand
Soft skin beneath my palm
Fingers searching, exploring
Seeking out the source
Of sensual oils
She had secretly secreted
Finger tips touch waiting lips
Then enter to sweet labial bliss
And with deft manipulation
Of centres of erotic pleasure
I feel her body tremor
And but a heartbeat beyond
That primeval shudder
In hurried lack of ceremony
She bid me quickly enter
A TASTE OF HONEY
Drawn by scent
Like a bee
To a flower
Probing, amidst
Pink open petals
I sip the nectar
THE GAME OF LUST
Tongue and fingers
Toy with your treasures
Erotic play things
Enhance our pleasures
A base carnal urge
That primitive must
Satisfies desire
Of our guiltless lust
SUBLIME MOMENT
Living sculpture
Entwined in embrace
Sublime ecstasy
Etched within each face
THEIR FIRST TIME
Safe in the darkness
Modesty abates,
Inhibitions melt away,
Mouths engage
Tongues employ,
Eager hands explore
In clumsy groping
Of eager young flesh.
Clinging together,
Writhing in unison,
Moaning, panting, gasping
The language of lust
Fluently uttered,
Peaking to imminent crescendo
With uncontrollable desire,
The throb and ache of want,
For final urgent coupling
In their gluttonous consumption
To attain satisfaction
It was in the early spring
When nature causes sap to rise
Before the dawn in the early hours
When from the shadows she emerged
With an ethereal quality
She moved slowly in the half light
Of the flickering candlelight
Revealing her form in snapshots
Naked but for the flimsiest garb
Something filmy, delicate and sheer,
Which hung from her sylphish form
Like a fine cloak of gossamer
A delicate silken web covered with dew
As she came closer her scent assailed my senses
Initially it cloyed in my throat, sickly sweet
Then intoxicated me like strong wine
Then she stood before me
Wearing the light gauzy fabric
Diaphanous and insubstantial
Which rendered her naked to my eyes
And I gazed into the hypnotic green of hers
The spell was broken by her sweet breath
Which plumed between us in the cold air
In rhythm to the heaving of her chest
Her breasts crowned by her arousal
My eyes moved from the erect sentinels
To the sable triangle below her soft belly
Then returned to be once again entranced
By the sultry green eyes of the seductress
In a silken movement she discarded the flimsy garment
And moved closer, only millimeters away
So close I could feel the beating of her heart
And with every breath she took
Her nipples gently brushed against my skin
Then I felt her hands on my skin
And electricity seemed to move between us
Her touch, soft and delicate on my skin
And as they moved across my body
It felt as though I was being wrapped in silk
Her lips pressed gently against my skin
As she kissed my chest, my neck, my throat
Then up to my cheek and finally my lips
Where she moistly kissed my mouth
Then without warning she became animal and urgent
As she pushed me onto the bed
Her nails dug deep into my flesh
And her mouth pressed hard against mine
Her tongue was darting into my mouth like a piston
Her hands sought me out and found me hard and pulsing
She tugged at my hardness, then enveloped me
Immersing me in her, coating me in warm honey
Her muscles were tight about me
As all at once she was rising and falling on me
Her mouth left mine and her tongue explored my ear
And her sharp teeth chewed at my lobe
Deep rasping breaths turned into loud animal moans
As her exertions became more urgent
Her mouth returned to mine as her passions grew
And when the first orgasm rippled through her
Her kisses turned to bites and she bit my lip
Then she began to lose control and she lost the rhythm
I gripped tight on her hips and imposed my beat
Her moans had turned to wails
And she whipped me with her hair
As she cast her head back and fourth with each stroke
Then that moment arrived
When we both stood upon the edge,
Of that most delicious precipice
Between the bestial coupling, primeval and base
And that joyful release of climax
I exploded inside her with an involuntary grunt
And she let out a banshee wail
All of a sudden I was wide awake
Laying alone, my skin moist with sweat
The bed in total disarray
I was breathing hard and
I imagined I could still smell her scent
And as I moistened my lips
I detected something odd
The metallic taste of blood on my tongue
DECEMBER RESPITE
It was a cold and gray December day
With a biting wind that took your breath away
My errands run I headed towards the pub
Where I took refuge in the saloon bar
I made myself comfortable beside the fire
And prepared to get on the outside of a large brandy
My eyes were drawn to the centre of the room
Where sat a striking strawberry blonde
She was sitting with her legs crossed
A pen in one hand a drink in the other
She was concentrating on something
A crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku
And her bottom lip pursed slightly downward
Almost like a wilting pink rose petal
Then her eye kind of crinkled up
That combined with a slight inclination of her head
Gave me the impression she was confused
I assumed over what she was studying
Then I noticed a flash of golden light in her hair
As if her strawberry curls had ignited
But a shaft of sunlight had burst through the grey December skies
And I realised the sun had made her squint
This in turn screwed up her nose
Then caused her to sneeze
And she sneezed quite indelicately
Then again and again
This fit of sneezing had an added interest to me
As apart from the obvious effects
The shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse transparent
And each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves
Within her non existent blouse
And her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality
But alas all too soon the sneezing stopped
But I’m pleased to say her breathing had not
And I watched with fascination
As with each subsequent breath she took
Her breasts reshaped themselves inside her bra
She was blissfully unaware that her blouse was now translucent
And that each adjustment she made to her straps
Served only to more sharply define her assets
But all good things must come to an end
And thanks to a thoughtless cloud
The sunlight was snuffed out
It had been a most pleasant respite
Studying her most wondrous topography
It’s amazing how the little things in life
Can brighten up the dullest of winter days
It may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do
Ungallant I suppose not to have averted my gaze
But she only had herself to blame
On a cold and gray December day
She should have been wearing a vest
ANYTHING GOES
The Cole Porter classic “Anything Goes”
Is a song everyone knows
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
Which attempted to define
The moral decline
Well little did he know
How low morals would go
Now little is left to the imagination
When it come to female emancipation
Woman display themselves to readily
Or dress inappropriately
Their varying degrees of undress
Expose pierced and tattooed flesh
In thongs with exposed arses
Or skirts as short as west end farces
Naked midriffs of all shapes and sizes
Leaving no room for surprises
Flesh erupts like a muffin
Over waist bands unable to keep it in
And no one should ever wear Lycra
Unless their figure is micra
There are things that should remain hidden
And only revealed when bidden
Equally there are also things about a woman
That does not need to be revealed to a man
For example a cause of great consternation
Is that we get to here about their constipation
Loss of bladder control issues
Feminine freshness wipes and tissues
Then there is the shaving and waxing
And treatments men would find quite taxing
There are things we don’t need to see or hear
I just want to make that clear
One behaviour that’s quite disturbing
Is a mother in public breast feeding
Nursing a baby we don’t want to see
No matter how nice her nurses maybe
But the very worst thing to see
Is when they are out socially
Woman kind when emancipated
Failed to do what was anticipated
In taming the animal in men
And preventing his wildness emerging again
Instead women have fallen into the pit
And show know intention of leaving it
Laddettes and matrons who should know better
End up drunk laying in the gutter
Even at a holiday resort
Men look on as they disport
Cavorting bare chest-ed
Free of the clothes they have divested
As they display manicured muffs
And unmatched collar and cuffs
The tattooes, piercings and body art
Are the only way to tell them apart
Full of cocktails and beer
And the odd infection I fear
I’m not sure Mrs Pankhurst
When the idea struck her first
Envisaged that this would be the way of it
And Cole Porter didn’t know the half of it
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
DREAM LOVER?
Was our secret love as special as it seems
Or were our liaisons only in my dreams
Am I remembering those nights clearly
When your heart beat only for me
And we satisfied all of our passions
In all their varied forms and fashions
Could it be our exertions were a fallacy?
Our sexual gymnastics just a fantasy
Were those sensual hours spent with you?
Or just an imagined lovers rendezvous
PERSONAL SERVICE
Satisfyingly slutty
Down on her knees,
Dressed in black silk
Eager to please
Tempting and toying
The teasing bitch
Bringing me to the point
When I twitch
Then as her efforts
On me increase
I explode it that
Sweet moment of release
INSIDE THE SILK
Cool silk against my hand
Soft skin beneath my palm
Fingers searching, exploring
Seeking out the source
Of sensual oils
She had secretly secreted
Finger tips touch waiting lips
Then enter to sweet labial bliss
And with deft manipulation
Of centres of erotic pleasure
I feel her body tremor
And but a heartbeat beyond
That primeval shudder
In hurried lack of ceremony
She bid me quickly enter
A TASTE OF HONEY
Drawn by scent
Like a bee
To a flower
Probing, amidst
Pink open petals
I sip the nectar
THE GAME OF LUST
Tongue and fingers
Toy with your treasures
Erotic play things
Enhance our pleasures
A base carnal urge
That primitive must
Satisfies desire
Of our guiltless lust
SUBLIME MOMENT
Living sculpture
Entwined in embrace
Sublime ecstasy
Etched within each face
THEIR FIRST TIME
Safe in the darkness
Modesty abates,
Inhibitions melt away,
Mouths engage
Tongues employ,
Eager hands explore
In clumsy groping
Of eager young flesh.
Clinging together,
Writhing in unison,
Moaning, panting, gasping
The language of lust
Fluently uttered,
Peaking to imminent crescendo
With uncontrollable desire,
The throb and ache of want,
For final urgent coupling
In their gluttonous consumption
To attain satisfaction
Labels:
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Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 6
THE GAME OF LUST
Tongue and fingers
Toy with your treasures
Erotic play things
Enhance our pleasures
A base carnal urge
That primitive must
Satisfies desire
Of our guiltless lust
DANCE FOR ME THAT DANCE
Dance for me that dance
The one of ancient rhythm
Dance it to my whim
Like a primordial organism
Dance for me that dance
Laid back like the limbo
Hips grinding and gyrating
With your legs akimbo
Dance for me that dance
Dance it like a beast
Feel the animal rhythm
Feel the sensual beat
Sing for me that song
The one of ancient language
Guttural and savage
Like a beast in a cage
Dance for me that dance
Dance it to my rhythm
And as the music ends
Sing to me your orgasm
GODDESS SEDUCTION
The first embrace
Of my seduction,
And the gentle passion
Of her kiss,
Quickened my pulse,
Electrified me.
Her unbuttoning my blouse
Met with compliance
And her hands,
As if gloved in velvet
Slid across my silken skin
Mapping my contours
Every sweep and curve of me
I felt her velvet touch
On my breasts
Teasing me, pleasing me
Tingling traversed my spine
Then warm breath, soft lips
On my proud pink tips
Before the moist heat
Of her warm honey mouth
Enveloped me
My mind was in a whirl
As this sensuous girl
Made love to me
An unknown sensuality
I never knew such a feeling
Erotic, toe curling
Getting me hot, getting me wet
I submitted to her
In guiltless acquiescence
As she undressed me.
Her lips began their journey
Kissing their way, to where?
Her mouth soft and tender
Traced in kisses
Around my ribcage
Oh my god, to there
Will she kiss me there?
My body shivered, quivered.
My skin tingled
As I felt her breath
On the soft down of my belly
Should I let her?
Should I let her kiss me there?
I squirmed beneath her
My head swimming
My body burned for her,
Ached and yearned for her
I felt her breathe against my fur
Her cheek lay against my thigh
I yielded to the goddess
Opened like a portal
Delivered myself to her
In all my vulnerability
And she delivered ecstasy
I SPIED A CHRISTIAN MAID
From my pew
Where I stood and prayed
My eyes were fixed
On a Christian maid
Is it inappropriate?
My lecherous behaviour
When in church
Worshipping the saviour
I studied every inch
Right down to the floor
Instead of hymn numbers
Vital statistics I saw
A glimpse of lace
A bra strap showing
My eyes consumed her
Without her knowing
The tightness of her jeans
Her shape within
I missed the sermon
Doubtless about sin
A sight to feast my eyes
Which affected me so
That I had a quiver in my voice
And a tingle down below
Oh lord forgive me
For being such a sinner
But you must admit
She really is a stunner
THEIR FIRST TIME
Safe in the darkness
Modesty abates,
Inhibitions melt away,
Mouths engage
Tongues employ,
Eager hands explore
In clumsy groping
Of eager young flesh.
Clinging together,
Writhing in unison,
Moaning, panting, gasping
The language of lust
Fluently uttered,
Peaking to imminent crescendo
With uncontrollable desire,
The throb and ache of want,
For final urgent coupling
In their gluttonous consumption
To attain satisfaction
SUBLIME MOMENT
Living sculpture
Entwined in embrace
Sublime ecstasy
Etched within each face
DREAM LOVER?
Was our secret love as special as it seems
Or were our liaisons only in my dreams
Am I remembering those nights clearly
When your heart beat only for me
And we satisfied all of our passions
In all their varied forms and fashions
Could it be our exertions were a fallacy?
Our sexual gymnastics just a fantasy
Were those sensual hours spent with you?
Or just an imagined lovers rendezvous
PERSONAL SERVICE
Satisfyingly slutty
Down on her knees,
Dressed in black silk
Eager to please
Tempting and toying
The teasing bitch
Bringing me to the point
When I twitch
Then as her efforts
On me increase
I explode it that
Sweet moment of release
INSIDE THE SILK
Cool silk against my hand
Soft skin beneath my palm
Fingers searching, exploring
Seeking out the source
Of sensual oils
She had secretly secreted
Finger tips touch waiting lips
Then enter to sweet labial bliss
And with deft manipulation
Of centres of erotic pleasure
I feel her body tremor
And but a heartbeat beyond
That primeval shudder
In hurried lack of ceremony
She bid me quickly enter
KISS
I meet her gaze I help her stand
I hold my breath and kiss her hand
I see her blush her cheeks red now
I smell her hair and kiss her brow
It brings me joy to hear her speak
I take her hand and kiss her cheek
I feel her skin neath my finger tips
I hold her face and kiss her lips
Our loves true passions now begin
I caress her form and kiss her skin
Our passions flow like summer rain
Our loves fulfilled as we kiss again
In the afterglow in fond embrace
We speak of love and I kiss her face
Tongue and fingers
Toy with your treasures
Erotic play things
Enhance our pleasures
A base carnal urge
That primitive must
Satisfies desire
Of our guiltless lust
DANCE FOR ME THAT DANCE
Dance for me that dance
The one of ancient rhythm
Dance it to my whim
Like a primordial organism
Dance for me that dance
Laid back like the limbo
Hips grinding and gyrating
With your legs akimbo
Dance for me that dance
Dance it like a beast
Feel the animal rhythm
Feel the sensual beat
Sing for me that song
The one of ancient language
Guttural and savage
Like a beast in a cage
Dance for me that dance
Dance it to my rhythm
And as the music ends
Sing to me your orgasm
GODDESS SEDUCTION
The first embrace
Of my seduction,
And the gentle passion
Of her kiss,
Quickened my pulse,
Electrified me.
Her unbuttoning my blouse
Met with compliance
And her hands,
As if gloved in velvet
Slid across my silken skin
Mapping my contours
Every sweep and curve of me
I felt her velvet touch
On my breasts
Teasing me, pleasing me
Tingling traversed my spine
Then warm breath, soft lips
On my proud pink tips
Before the moist heat
Of her warm honey mouth
Enveloped me
My mind was in a whirl
As this sensuous girl
Made love to me
An unknown sensuality
I never knew such a feeling
Erotic, toe curling
Getting me hot, getting me wet
I submitted to her
In guiltless acquiescence
As she undressed me.
Her lips began their journey
Kissing their way, to where?
Her mouth soft and tender
Traced in kisses
Around my ribcage
Oh my god, to there
Will she kiss me there?
My body shivered, quivered.
My skin tingled
As I felt her breath
On the soft down of my belly
Should I let her?
Should I let her kiss me there?
I squirmed beneath her
My head swimming
My body burned for her,
Ached and yearned for her
I felt her breathe against my fur
Her cheek lay against my thigh
I yielded to the goddess
Opened like a portal
Delivered myself to her
In all my vulnerability
And she delivered ecstasy
I SPIED A CHRISTIAN MAID
From my pew
Where I stood and prayed
My eyes were fixed
On a Christian maid
Is it inappropriate?
My lecherous behaviour
When in church
Worshipping the saviour
I studied every inch
Right down to the floor
Instead of hymn numbers
Vital statistics I saw
A glimpse of lace
A bra strap showing
My eyes consumed her
Without her knowing
The tightness of her jeans
Her shape within
I missed the sermon
Doubtless about sin
A sight to feast my eyes
Which affected me so
That I had a quiver in my voice
And a tingle down below
Oh lord forgive me
For being such a sinner
But you must admit
She really is a stunner
THEIR FIRST TIME
Safe in the darkness
Modesty abates,
Inhibitions melt away,
Mouths engage
Tongues employ,
Eager hands explore
In clumsy groping
Of eager young flesh.
Clinging together,
Writhing in unison,
Moaning, panting, gasping
The language of lust
Fluently uttered,
Peaking to imminent crescendo
With uncontrollable desire,
The throb and ache of want,
For final urgent coupling
In their gluttonous consumption
To attain satisfaction
SUBLIME MOMENT
Living sculpture
Entwined in embrace
Sublime ecstasy
Etched within each face
DREAM LOVER?
Was our secret love as special as it seems
Or were our liaisons only in my dreams
Am I remembering those nights clearly
When your heart beat only for me
And we satisfied all of our passions
In all their varied forms and fashions
Could it be our exertions were a fallacy?
Our sexual gymnastics just a fantasy
Were those sensual hours spent with you?
Or just an imagined lovers rendezvous
PERSONAL SERVICE
Satisfyingly slutty
Down on her knees,
Dressed in black silk
Eager to please
Tempting and toying
The teasing bitch
Bringing me to the point
When I twitch
Then as her efforts
On me increase
I explode it that
Sweet moment of release
INSIDE THE SILK
Cool silk against my hand
Soft skin beneath my palm
Fingers searching, exploring
Seeking out the source
Of sensual oils
She had secretly secreted
Finger tips touch waiting lips
Then enter to sweet labial bliss
And with deft manipulation
Of centres of erotic pleasure
I feel her body tremor
And but a heartbeat beyond
That primeval shudder
In hurried lack of ceremony
She bid me quickly enter
KISS
I meet her gaze I help her stand
I hold my breath and kiss her hand
I see her blush her cheeks red now
I smell her hair and kiss her brow
It brings me joy to hear her speak
I take her hand and kiss her cheek
I feel her skin neath my finger tips
I hold her face and kiss her lips
Our loves true passions now begin
I caress her form and kiss her skin
Our passions flow like summer rain
Our loves fulfilled as we kiss again
In the afterglow in fond embrace
We speak of love and I kiss her face
Labels:
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Erotica,
First Times,
Love,
Romance,
Sex,
Short Story,
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Saturday, 29 July 2017
Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 5
LESS IS MORE
You don’t need to be frumpy
But I don’t want brassy
There’s no need to dress like my aunty
But I’m not looking for flashy
I don’t want to see everything
So don’t put it all on display
You don’t need to be obvious
I have an imagination, ok?
I don’t want to see it all
On display in the window
You don’t need to go in the shop
When everything is on show
You can allude to what you have
Without putting it all on display
But I don’t want to see it all
Save something for a rainy day
BITCHIN’ BABE
Wow as you passed slowly by
You really caught my eye
With your figure so top class
Can I grope and squeeze your arse?
You have a very ample chest
Can I fumble inside your vest?
Are you moist beneath the waist?
Will you let me have a taste?
Oh your hips gyrate and tease
Let me split your whiskers please
Let me leave you in a state of bliss
If not I will gladly settle for a kiss
SERENDIPITY IN ALL ITS SPLENDOUR
She walked towards me
And my eyes were drawn
To her unfettered breasts,
Which danced erotically
Inside her white blouse.
She saw me staring
But my gaze was transfixed
As she passed me
She glanced in my direction
A glance conveying utter disgust
Then she threw her head back
Rather theatrically
And headed for the street door
I turned to watch her leave
Enjoying her buttocks
Doing a very dirty rumba
She stopped at the door
Then gave me another look
Again heavily laced with disgust
Just at that moment
The sun suddenly appeared
From behind a cloud
Which illuminated the girl
Dramatically from behind
This serendipitous event
Rendered her blouse transparent
And her perky breasts
Were revealed in all their splendour
Unaware of her circumstance
She made a questioning head movement
Which seemed to ask
“Have you seen enough?”
I nodded and said allowed
“I have now thank you”
TEMPORARY AFFLICTION
I have a stack of work to do
With deadlines to meet too
So much work I can’t get into
Because I just sit and stare at Sue
Sue is the new temporary
And she’s got me quite contrary
The last temp was very scary
Not to mention rather hairy
But Sue is such a rare beauty
Down to earth not at all snooty
But it’s hard to fulfil my duty
When I think of Sue getting fruity
GLORY OF THE DAWN
Oh to awake at dawn
Awaking with the horn
To sport a morning glory
Was highly satisfactory
A magnificent early riser
With which to surprise her
But alas that was in my youth
And to tell the honest truth
Now my poor dormant muscle
Can barely raise a chuckle
THE CALL OF THE WILD
Not pampered or preened
Nor sculptured or shaped
Not tidied or groomed
Nor shaven or scraped
For neat and manicured
Well, nothing could be fouler
For we like it as nature intended
An untamed hairy growler
No French landing strips
Or Brazilian styled
Just wild and untamed bush
Because we like our beaver wild
DEFLATED
I used to rise at dawn
And marvel at my erection
Such a thing of beauty
So wonderful in its perfection
But those days are behind me
Its flaccid now upon inspection
And to raise it from its flaccidity
I must consume some blue confection
And thus perform a miracle rising
Akin to the resurrection
OPPOSITES ATTRACT # 2
She was gracefully slender
He was over weight so not so
She was something of a wit
He was not known for his bon mot
She was an intelligent beauty
He was not either though
With absolutely nothing in common
What attracted them I don’t know
But caught on the kitchen table
Going at it with Gusto
Were the unlikely couple
Undoubtedly in flagrante delicto
I SAW YOU IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT TODAY
I saw you in a different light today
A dazzling light of femininity
You were not the normal little tomboy
In the cargo pants and baggy “T”
The usual beaten up old trainers
Had been replaced by four inch heals
Which shaped your normally hidden legs
Whose black clad debut certainly appealed
The sheer black of your stocking-ed legs
Disappeared beneath the tailored hem
Of a skirt that fitted hitherto, unknown curves
Accentuating hips, thighs and of course them
Tucked into the tiniest of waistbands
Was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit
Buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck
Three undone buttons so that it gaped a bit
I saw you in a different light today
Where you emerged from tomboy obscurity
Causing heads to turn and eyes to stare
And thoughts were those of impurity
OPPOSITES ATTRACT # 3
What a strange affair
That mismatched pair
A pair of opposites
Caviar and grits
What did they do?
That mismatched two
Who were juxtaposed?
He fucked her, I suppose
You don’t need to be frumpy
But I don’t want brassy
There’s no need to dress like my aunty
But I’m not looking for flashy
I don’t want to see everything
So don’t put it all on display
You don’t need to be obvious
I have an imagination, ok?
I don’t want to see it all
On display in the window
You don’t need to go in the shop
When everything is on show
You can allude to what you have
Without putting it all on display
But I don’t want to see it all
Save something for a rainy day
BITCHIN’ BABE
Wow as you passed slowly by
You really caught my eye
With your figure so top class
Can I grope and squeeze your arse?
You have a very ample chest
Can I fumble inside your vest?
Are you moist beneath the waist?
Will you let me have a taste?
Oh your hips gyrate and tease
Let me split your whiskers please
Let me leave you in a state of bliss
If not I will gladly settle for a kiss
SERENDIPITY IN ALL ITS SPLENDOUR
She walked towards me
And my eyes were drawn
To her unfettered breasts,
Which danced erotically
Inside her white blouse.
She saw me staring
But my gaze was transfixed
As she passed me
She glanced in my direction
A glance conveying utter disgust
Then she threw her head back
Rather theatrically
And headed for the street door
I turned to watch her leave
Enjoying her buttocks
Doing a very dirty rumba
She stopped at the door
Then gave me another look
Again heavily laced with disgust
Just at that moment
The sun suddenly appeared
From behind a cloud
Which illuminated the girl
Dramatically from behind
This serendipitous event
Rendered her blouse transparent
And her perky breasts
Were revealed in all their splendour
Unaware of her circumstance
She made a questioning head movement
Which seemed to ask
“Have you seen enough?”
I nodded and said allowed
“I have now thank you”
TEMPORARY AFFLICTION
I have a stack of work to do
With deadlines to meet too
So much work I can’t get into
Because I just sit and stare at Sue
Sue is the new temporary
And she’s got me quite contrary
The last temp was very scary
Not to mention rather hairy
But Sue is such a rare beauty
Down to earth not at all snooty
But it’s hard to fulfil my duty
When I think of Sue getting fruity
GLORY OF THE DAWN
Oh to awake at dawn
Awaking with the horn
To sport a morning glory
Was highly satisfactory
A magnificent early riser
With which to surprise her
But alas that was in my youth
And to tell the honest truth
Now my poor dormant muscle
Can barely raise a chuckle
THE CALL OF THE WILD
Not pampered or preened
Nor sculptured or shaped
Not tidied or groomed
Nor shaven or scraped
For neat and manicured
Well, nothing could be fouler
For we like it as nature intended
An untamed hairy growler
No French landing strips
Or Brazilian styled
Just wild and untamed bush
Because we like our beaver wild
DEFLATED
I used to rise at dawn
And marvel at my erection
Such a thing of beauty
So wonderful in its perfection
But those days are behind me
Its flaccid now upon inspection
And to raise it from its flaccidity
I must consume some blue confection
And thus perform a miracle rising
Akin to the resurrection
OPPOSITES ATTRACT # 2
She was gracefully slender
He was over weight so not so
She was something of a wit
He was not known for his bon mot
She was an intelligent beauty
He was not either though
With absolutely nothing in common
What attracted them I don’t know
But caught on the kitchen table
Going at it with Gusto
Were the unlikely couple
Undoubtedly in flagrante delicto
I SAW YOU IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT TODAY
I saw you in a different light today
A dazzling light of femininity
You were not the normal little tomboy
In the cargo pants and baggy “T”
The usual beaten up old trainers
Had been replaced by four inch heals
Which shaped your normally hidden legs
Whose black clad debut certainly appealed
The sheer black of your stocking-ed legs
Disappeared beneath the tailored hem
Of a skirt that fitted hitherto, unknown curves
Accentuating hips, thighs and of course them
Tucked into the tiniest of waistbands
Was a crisp white blouse tailored to fit
Buttoned at the wrist and open at the neck
Three undone buttons so that it gaped a bit
I saw you in a different light today
Where you emerged from tomboy obscurity
Causing heads to turn and eyes to stare
And thoughts were those of impurity
OPPOSITES ATTRACT # 3
What a strange affair
That mismatched pair
A pair of opposites
Caviar and grits
What did they do?
That mismatched two
Who were juxtaposed?
He fucked her, I suppose
Labels:
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Friday, 28 July 2017
Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 4
YOU DON’T SEE THAT EVERY DAY
A lovely girl in a very short skirt
Stood bending over from the waist
There was a very startled young boy
Sat in full view behind her red faced
After she straightened up and left
He sat wearing a puzzled expression
When I asked the boy if he was okay
And what caused such consternation
The view of the girl that the boy had
He said that she was in no way drab
He said that the girl had no knickers
And he thought she was hiding a kebab
YOU’RE MINE
Your size four feet are mine
Your slender stockined legs are mine
Your firm round buttocks are mine
Your unwaxed loins are mine
Your smooth flat belly is mine
Your manicured nails are mine
Your pert young breasts are mine
Your brown bobbed hair is mine
Your pretty round face is mine
Your puppy dog eyes are mine
Your turned up nose is mine
Your pale pink mouth is mine
Your coquettish laugh is mine
My heart and soul are yours
SHE WAS ALL TITS AND DIMPLES
All tits and dimples in a Short skirt
Braless and bubbly and ready to flirt
I first noticed her as I was playing pool
With her legs crossed to make men drool
Looks can be deceptive I would agree
But she looked like a working girl to me
Everything on display in the window
I put down the pool cue and said hello
There was no doubt at all she was “easy”
And I knew she was offering it to me
She wasn’t wearing much to undress
But I’d seen enough to want to see the rest
However would I have to pay to see?
Or would I be getting it for free
MELISA WITH THE GAPING BLOUSE
Melisa with the gaping blouse
With fabric formed tight
Around her unfettered breasts
Her aroused nipples
Standing proud
Like sentinels
She walked slowly toward me
Breasts bouncing
Sensuously with every step
Rising and falling
Attracting every eye
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Was closer to me now
The crisp white cotton
Of her blouse disappeared
Into the waistband of her skirt
A tight grey skirt
As she walked closer
I could hear the rustle of her clothes
Her blouse
Her skirt
Her stockings
I hoped they were stockings
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Flicked her eyes
In my direction
Holding my gaze
For only a moment
In a knowing glance
As good as a promise
Then walked past me
I turned to see her
Walking slowly away
Her stilettos clicking
Her hips swinging
To and fro
And her Buttocks
Forming and reforming
With every step
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Beat out a sexual rhythm
A sensual rhythm
A primeval rhythm
Making my pulse race
And my loins ache
And I followed her
Matching her rhythm
My temples throbbed
As blood rushed elsewhere
In a perfect rhythm
Engorging me
As she reached her door
She turned to me smiling
And proffered her hand
Gratefully I took it
Then she led me to paradise
THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
Suffered from a kind of delinquency
She always caused her poor Mum a fuss
And then she had to come to live with us
For weeks she made our life a hell
And managed to scare the cat as well
Then one night when my wife was out
Mary suddenly began to scream and shout
The things she said were quite obscene
And I told her how unpleasant she was being
Finally my patience with her was finished
And I decided that she must be punished
I grabbed her and bent her across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
She laughed and said “that didn’t hurt”
So I held her tight and pulled up her skirt
I held her tight bent across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
“My Mum’s smacks were harder than yours”
So I held her tight and pulled down her drawers
I held her still bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She said nothing and just murmured a sigh
Mary was enjoying this as much as I
I told her what a naughty girl she had been
And she was the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen
And held her gently bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She squirmed and wriggled on my knee
Feeling my hard cock against her belly
I looked down at her round full cheeks
Round and white now with red streaks
Red where I had spanked her bare flesh
Where I would gladly spank Mary afresh
I gently caressed her round full cheeks
My fingers stroking the vivid red streaks
And I watched her laying across me there
As my hands traced the fullness of her
From her cheeks to the top of her thigh
Then she squirmed and let out another sigh
I had decided what I was going to do
And I knew that she wanted me to
As my fingers explored her inner thigh
She tensed and let out an involuntary cry
I felt her course hairs on my finger tips
Then left her lush bush to find her lips
My fingers parted her labia and she moaned
My forefinger entered and she groaned
I explored her creamy wetness eagerly
And worked at her hot pussy rhythmically
Each stroke brought another moan from her
And rubbing her clit brought yet another
Faster and faster and I felt her body spasm
As I brought her quickly to an orgasm
She purred like a cat as she lay across my lap
Then my cock twitched and gave her belly a tap
She climbed off my lap without looking at me
And bent over the coffee table invitingly
I looked at her pussy inviting me to enter
I got out my cock and knelt down behind her
My hands slid from her buttocks up to her hips
And my swollen throbbing cock parted her lips
Mary was wet and warm and welcomed me in
And she moaned loudly as I broke her hymen
I thrust deep into her still holding her hips
Then as I got going I fondled her tits
Soon her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
When I withdrew from her tight pussy
She sighed then turned to look at me
She pulled herself up then turned round
And sat on the table and looked at the ground
I stood up before her with a semi erection
And pulled her head toward its direction
Her mouth enveloped my cock readily
And she went about my shaft eagerly
With the rhythm building to a crescendo
I was getting close to shooting my load
Before I came in her mouth I withdrew
She would suck me dry another day I knew
I stepped back and told her to undress
She did so effortlessly and with finesse
When she stood before me with all to see
I let go of my cock and made her undress me
When we were both naked we caressed
And for the very first time we kissed
Then employing the coffee table again
I lay her on her back to mount a new campaign
I fingered her Minge a little to lubricate
Then knelt at the tables end to penetrate
She eagerly accepted my cock once more
As I thrust into the cunt of my sister in law
I squeezed her arse and fondled her breasts
And I humped and pumped her on her nest
Then her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
I drew out my shaft from its wet sheath
And stood to look down at her body beneath
From her full breasts to her triangle of sable
And thought I never liked that coffee table
I would never view it in quite the same way
After what I did to Mary on it that day
After I had spanked her and wanked her
And had debagged her and shagged her
Before I had her undressed and caressed her
Where I was sucked by her before I fucked her
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
No longer suffers from a kind of delinquency
However her behavior leaves me unimpressed
And I still tell her that she is the naughtiest
And that she only has her self to thank
So she pulls down her knickers to get a spank
ARE YOU WEARING STOCKINGS?
It was in a seedy club
Where I spied her in the gloom
And I knew I wanted her
As our eyes met across the room
Are you wearing stockings?
Is the answer no or yes
Your buttocks say oh
And your hips say guess
I liked what I saw before me
It was lust at first sight
We didn’t speak as she took my hand
And led me out into the night
We painted the town red
Then after a night of carousel
She took me to her apartment
To quell her burning arousal
It was a mutual wanting
A primeval burning passion
A need for physicality
A time to enjoy each sensation
There was a moment’s hesitation
As we stood face to face
Then primitive and animal
We touched in coarse embrace
I fingered her through the silk
Until she moaned her sighs
Then I pulled her pants down
Her long stocking-ed thighs
My hand returned to her lips
And I probed her creamy-ness
Rhythmically stroking her
Until I brought her to the abyss
Kneeling before her writhing form
My mouth set off on a quest
To kiss my way along her leg
To taste the her tangy-ness
I reach her stocking top
And the softness of her thighs
My cheek against her skin
As I sought out the dewy prize
I tasted her until she shuddered
And let out a stifled shout
Then she unzipped me quickly
And tugged me roughly out
She kissed me with urgency
And could taste herself on my lips
While her hand tugged on me
I pulled her skirt above her hips
But then she was on her knees
And her mouth was all about me
As she sucked on my shaft
Sucking me to the point of ecstasy
I was beginning to lose control
Would she drink her fill of me?
Would she wear my necklace?
Or would her loins envelope me
The answer quickly came
As she pulled me to the floor
Where she rode me like a dervish
Until I could give her no more
And then we lay entwined
On the floor of her apartment
Enjoying the afterglow
With our passions well spent
SHE CAME IN THE NIGHT
It was in the early spring
When nature causes sap to rise
Before the dawn in the early hours
When from the shadows she emerged
With an ethereal quality
She moved slowly in the half light
Of the flickering candlelight
Revealing her form in snapshots
Naked but for the flimsiest garb
Something filmy, delicate and sheer,
Which hung from her sylphish form
Like a fine cloak of gossamer
A delicate silken web covered with dew
As she came closer her scent assailed my senses
Initially it cloyed in my throat, sickly sweet
Then intoxicated me like strong wine
Then she stood before me
Wearing the light gauzy fabric
Diaphanous and insubstantial
Which rendered her naked to my eyes
And I gazed into the hypnotic green of hers
The spell was broken by her sweet breath
Which plumed between us in the cold air
In rhythm to the heaving of her chest
Her breasts crowned by her arousal
My eyes moved from the erect sentinels
To the sable triangle below her soft belly
Then returned to be once again entranced
By the sultry green eyes of the seductress
In a silken movement she discarded the flimsy garment
And moved closer, only millimeters away
So close I could feel the beating of her heart
And with every breath she took
Her nipples gently brushed against my skin
Then I felt her hands on my skin
And electricity seemed to move between us
Her touch, soft and delicate on my skin
And as they moved across my body
It felt as though I was being wrapped in silk
Her lips pressed gently against my skin
As she kissed my chest, my neck, my throat
Then up to my cheek and finally my lips
Where she moistly kissed my mouth
Then without warning she became animal and urgent
As she pushed me onto the bed
Her nails dug deep into my flesh
And her mouth pressed hard against mine
Her tongue was darting into my mouth like a piston
Her hands sought me out and found me hard and pulsing
She tugged at my hardness, then enveloped me
Immersing me in her, coating me in warm honey
Her muscles were tight about me
As all at once she was rising and falling on me
Her mouth left mine and her tongue explored my ear
And her sharp teeth chewed at my lobe
Deep rasping breaths turned into loud animal moans
As her exertions became more urgent
Her mouth returned to mine as her passions grew
And when the first orgasm rippled through her
Her kisses turned to bites and she bit my lip
Then she began to lose control and she lost the rhythm
I gripped tight on her hips and imposed my beat
Her moans had turned to wails
And she whipped me with her hair
As she cast her head back and fourth with each stroke
Then that moment arrived
When we both stood upon the edge,
Of that most delicious precipice
Between the bestial coupling, primeval and base
And that joyful release of climax
I exploded inside her with an involuntary grunt
And she let out a banshee wail
All of a sudden I was wide awake
Laying alone, my skin moist with sweat
The bed in total disarray
I was breathing hard and
I imagined I could still smell her scent
And as I moistened my lips
I detected something odd
The metallic taste of blood on my tongue
DECEMBER RESPITE
It was a cold and gray December day
With a biting wind that took your breath away
My errands run I headed towards the pub
Where I took refuge in the saloon bar
I made myself comfortable beside the fire
And prepared to get on the outside of a large brandy
My eyes were drawn to the centre of the room
Where sat a striking strawberry blonde
She was sitting with her legs crossed
A pen in one hand a drink in the other
She was concentrating on something
A crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku
And her bottom lip pursed slightly downward
Almost like a wilting pink rose petal
Then her eye kind of crinkled up
That combined with a slight inclination of her head
Gave me the impression she was confused
I assumed over what she was studying
Then I noticed a flash of golden light in her hair
As if her strawberry curls had ignited
But a shaft of sunlight had burst through the grey December skies
And I realised the sun had made her squint
This in turn screwed up her nose
Then caused her to sneeze
And she sneezed quite indelicately
Then again and again
This fit of sneezing had an added interest to me
As apart from the obvious effects
The shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse transparent
And each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves
Within her non existent blouse
And her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality
But alas all too soon the sneezing stopped
But I’m pleased to say her breathing had not
And I watched with fascination
As with each subsequent breath she took
Her breasts reshaped themselves inside her bra
She was blissfully unaware that her blouse was now translucent
And that each adjustment she made to her straps
Served only to more sharply define her assets
But all good things must come to an end
And thanks to a thoughtless cloud
The sunlight was snuffed out
It had been a most pleasant respite
Studying her most wondrous topography
It’s amazing how the little things in life
Can brighten up the dullest of winter days
It may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do
Ungallant I suppose not to have averted my gaze
But she only had herself to blame
On a cold and gray December day
She should have been wearing a vest
ANYTHING GOES
The Cole Porter classic “Anything Goes”
Is a song everyone knows
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
Which attempted to define
The moral decline
Well little did he know
How low morals would go
Now little is left to the imagination
When it come to female emancipation
Woman display themselves to readily
Or dress inappropriately
Their varying degrees of undress
Expose pierced and tattooed flesh
In thongs with exposed arses
Or skirts as short as west end farces
Naked midriffs of all shapes and sizes
Leaving no room for surprises
Flesh erupts like a muffin
Over waist bands unable to keep it in
And no one should ever wear Lycra
Unless their figure is micra
There are things that should remain hidden
And only revealed when bidden
Equally there are also things about a woman
That does not need to be revealed to a man
For example a cause of great consternation
Is that we get to here about their constipation
Loss of bladder control issues
Feminine freshness wipes and tissues
Then there is the shaving and waxing
And treatments men would find quite taxing
There are things we don’t need to see or hear
I just want to make that clear
One behaviour that’s quite disturbing
Is a mother in public breast feeding
Nursing a baby we don’t want to see
No matter how nice her nurses maybe
But the very worst thing to see
Is when they are out socially
Woman kind when emancipated
Failed to do what was anticipated
In taming the animal in men
And preventing his wildness emerging again
Instead women have fallen into the pit
And show know intention of leaving it
Laddettes and matrons who should know better
End up drunk laying in the gutter
Even at a holiday resort
Men look on as they disport
Cavorting bare chest-ed
Free of the clothes they have divested
As they display manicured muffs
And unmatched collar and cuffs
The tattooes, piercings and body art
Are the only way to tell them apart
Full of cocktails and beer
And the odd infection I fear
I’m not sure Mrs Pankhurst
When the idea struck her first
Envisaged that this would be the way of it
And Cole Porter didn’t know the half of it
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
A lovely girl in a very short skirt
Stood bending over from the waist
There was a very startled young boy
Sat in full view behind her red faced
After she straightened up and left
He sat wearing a puzzled expression
When I asked the boy if he was okay
And what caused such consternation
The view of the girl that the boy had
He said that she was in no way drab
He said that the girl had no knickers
And he thought she was hiding a kebab
YOU’RE MINE
Your size four feet are mine
Your slender stockined legs are mine
Your firm round buttocks are mine
Your unwaxed loins are mine
Your smooth flat belly is mine
Your manicured nails are mine
Your pert young breasts are mine
Your brown bobbed hair is mine
Your pretty round face is mine
Your puppy dog eyes are mine
Your turned up nose is mine
Your pale pink mouth is mine
Your coquettish laugh is mine
My heart and soul are yours
SHE WAS ALL TITS AND DIMPLES
All tits and dimples in a Short skirt
Braless and bubbly and ready to flirt
I first noticed her as I was playing pool
With her legs crossed to make men drool
Looks can be deceptive I would agree
But she looked like a working girl to me
Everything on display in the window
I put down the pool cue and said hello
There was no doubt at all she was “easy”
And I knew she was offering it to me
She wasn’t wearing much to undress
But I’d seen enough to want to see the rest
However would I have to pay to see?
Or would I be getting it for free
MELISA WITH THE GAPING BLOUSE
Melisa with the gaping blouse
With fabric formed tight
Around her unfettered breasts
Her aroused nipples
Standing proud
Like sentinels
She walked slowly toward me
Breasts bouncing
Sensuously with every step
Rising and falling
Attracting every eye
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Was closer to me now
The crisp white cotton
Of her blouse disappeared
Into the waistband of her skirt
A tight grey skirt
As she walked closer
I could hear the rustle of her clothes
Her blouse
Her skirt
Her stockings
I hoped they were stockings
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Flicked her eyes
In my direction
Holding my gaze
For only a moment
In a knowing glance
As good as a promise
Then walked past me
I turned to see her
Walking slowly away
Her stilettos clicking
Her hips swinging
To and fro
And her Buttocks
Forming and reforming
With every step
Melisa with the gaping blouse
Beat out a sexual rhythm
A sensual rhythm
A primeval rhythm
Making my pulse race
And my loins ache
And I followed her
Matching her rhythm
My temples throbbed
As blood rushed elsewhere
In a perfect rhythm
Engorging me
As she reached her door
She turned to me smiling
And proffered her hand
Gratefully I took it
Then she led me to paradise
THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
Suffered from a kind of delinquency
She always caused her poor Mum a fuss
And then she had to come to live with us
For weeks she made our life a hell
And managed to scare the cat as well
Then one night when my wife was out
Mary suddenly began to scream and shout
The things she said were quite obscene
And I told her how unpleasant she was being
Finally my patience with her was finished
And I decided that she must be punished
I grabbed her and bent her across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
She laughed and said “that didn’t hurt”
So I held her tight and pulled up her skirt
I held her tight bent across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
“My Mum’s smacks were harder than yours”
So I held her tight and pulled down her drawers
I held her still bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She said nothing and just murmured a sigh
Mary was enjoying this as much as I
I told her what a naughty girl she had been
And she was the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen
And held her gently bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She squirmed and wriggled on my knee
Feeling my hard cock against her belly
I looked down at her round full cheeks
Round and white now with red streaks
Red where I had spanked her bare flesh
Where I would gladly spank Mary afresh
I gently caressed her round full cheeks
My fingers stroking the vivid red streaks
And I watched her laying across me there
As my hands traced the fullness of her
From her cheeks to the top of her thigh
Then she squirmed and let out another sigh
I had decided what I was going to do
And I knew that she wanted me to
As my fingers explored her inner thigh
She tensed and let out an involuntary cry
I felt her course hairs on my finger tips
Then left her lush bush to find her lips
My fingers parted her labia and she moaned
My forefinger entered and she groaned
I explored her creamy wetness eagerly
And worked at her hot pussy rhythmically
Each stroke brought another moan from her
And rubbing her clit brought yet another
Faster and faster and I felt her body spasm
As I brought her quickly to an orgasm
She purred like a cat as she lay across my lap
Then my cock twitched and gave her belly a tap
She climbed off my lap without looking at me
And bent over the coffee table invitingly
I looked at her pussy inviting me to enter
I got out my cock and knelt down behind her
My hands slid from her buttocks up to her hips
And my swollen throbbing cock parted her lips
Mary was wet and warm and welcomed me in
And she moaned loudly as I broke her hymen
I thrust deep into her still holding her hips
Then as I got going I fondled her tits
Soon her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
When I withdrew from her tight pussy
She sighed then turned to look at me
She pulled herself up then turned round
And sat on the table and looked at the ground
I stood up before her with a semi erection
And pulled her head toward its direction
Her mouth enveloped my cock readily
And she went about my shaft eagerly
With the rhythm building to a crescendo
I was getting close to shooting my load
Before I came in her mouth I withdrew
She would suck me dry another day I knew
I stepped back and told her to undress
She did so effortlessly and with finesse
When she stood before me with all to see
I let go of my cock and made her undress me
When we were both naked we caressed
And for the very first time we kissed
Then employing the coffee table again
I lay her on her back to mount a new campaign
I fingered her Minge a little to lubricate
Then knelt at the tables end to penetrate
She eagerly accepted my cock once more
As I thrust into the cunt of my sister in law
I squeezed her arse and fondled her breasts
And I humped and pumped her on her nest
Then her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
I drew out my shaft from its wet sheath
And stood to look down at her body beneath
From her full breasts to her triangle of sable
And thought I never liked that coffee table
I would never view it in quite the same way
After what I did to Mary on it that day
After I had spanked her and wanked her
And had debagged her and shagged her
Before I had her undressed and caressed her
Where I was sucked by her before I fucked her
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
No longer suffers from a kind of delinquency
However her behavior leaves me unimpressed
And I still tell her that she is the naughtiest
And that she only has her self to thank
So she pulls down her knickers to get a spank
ARE YOU WEARING STOCKINGS?
It was in a seedy club
Where I spied her in the gloom
And I knew I wanted her
As our eyes met across the room
Are you wearing stockings?
Is the answer no or yes
Your buttocks say oh
And your hips say guess
I liked what I saw before me
It was lust at first sight
We didn’t speak as she took my hand
And led me out into the night
We painted the town red
Then after a night of carousel
She took me to her apartment
To quell her burning arousal
It was a mutual wanting
A primeval burning passion
A need for physicality
A time to enjoy each sensation
There was a moment’s hesitation
As we stood face to face
Then primitive and animal
We touched in coarse embrace
I fingered her through the silk
Until she moaned her sighs
Then I pulled her pants down
Her long stocking-ed thighs
My hand returned to her lips
And I probed her creamy-ness
Rhythmically stroking her
Until I brought her to the abyss
Kneeling before her writhing form
My mouth set off on a quest
To kiss my way along her leg
To taste the her tangy-ness
I reach her stocking top
And the softness of her thighs
My cheek against her skin
As I sought out the dewy prize
I tasted her until she shuddered
And let out a stifled shout
Then she unzipped me quickly
And tugged me roughly out
She kissed me with urgency
And could taste herself on my lips
While her hand tugged on me
I pulled her skirt above her hips
But then she was on her knees
And her mouth was all about me
As she sucked on my shaft
Sucking me to the point of ecstasy
I was beginning to lose control
Would she drink her fill of me?
Would she wear my necklace?
Or would her loins envelope me
The answer quickly came
As she pulled me to the floor
Where she rode me like a dervish
Until I could give her no more
And then we lay entwined
On the floor of her apartment
Enjoying the afterglow
With our passions well spent
SHE CAME IN THE NIGHT
It was in the early spring
When nature causes sap to rise
Before the dawn in the early hours
When from the shadows she emerged
With an ethereal quality
She moved slowly in the half light
Of the flickering candlelight
Revealing her form in snapshots
Naked but for the flimsiest garb
Something filmy, delicate and sheer,
Which hung from her sylphish form
Like a fine cloak of gossamer
A delicate silken web covered with dew
As she came closer her scent assailed my senses
Initially it cloyed in my throat, sickly sweet
Then intoxicated me like strong wine
Then she stood before me
Wearing the light gauzy fabric
Diaphanous and insubstantial
Which rendered her naked to my eyes
And I gazed into the hypnotic green of hers
The spell was broken by her sweet breath
Which plumed between us in the cold air
In rhythm to the heaving of her chest
Her breasts crowned by her arousal
My eyes moved from the erect sentinels
To the sable triangle below her soft belly
Then returned to be once again entranced
By the sultry green eyes of the seductress
In a silken movement she discarded the flimsy garment
And moved closer, only millimeters away
So close I could feel the beating of her heart
And with every breath she took
Her nipples gently brushed against my skin
Then I felt her hands on my skin
And electricity seemed to move between us
Her touch, soft and delicate on my skin
And as they moved across my body
It felt as though I was being wrapped in silk
Her lips pressed gently against my skin
As she kissed my chest, my neck, my throat
Then up to my cheek and finally my lips
Where she moistly kissed my mouth
Then without warning she became animal and urgent
As she pushed me onto the bed
Her nails dug deep into my flesh
And her mouth pressed hard against mine
Her tongue was darting into my mouth like a piston
Her hands sought me out and found me hard and pulsing
She tugged at my hardness, then enveloped me
Immersing me in her, coating me in warm honey
Her muscles were tight about me
As all at once she was rising and falling on me
Her mouth left mine and her tongue explored my ear
And her sharp teeth chewed at my lobe
Deep rasping breaths turned into loud animal moans
As her exertions became more urgent
Her mouth returned to mine as her passions grew
And when the first orgasm rippled through her
Her kisses turned to bites and she bit my lip
Then she began to lose control and she lost the rhythm
I gripped tight on her hips and imposed my beat
Her moans had turned to wails
And she whipped me with her hair
As she cast her head back and fourth with each stroke
Then that moment arrived
When we both stood upon the edge,
Of that most delicious precipice
Between the bestial coupling, primeval and base
And that joyful release of climax
I exploded inside her with an involuntary grunt
And she let out a banshee wail
All of a sudden I was wide awake
Laying alone, my skin moist with sweat
The bed in total disarray
I was breathing hard and
I imagined I could still smell her scent
And as I moistened my lips
I detected something odd
The metallic taste of blood on my tongue
DECEMBER RESPITE
It was a cold and gray December day
With a biting wind that took your breath away
My errands run I headed towards the pub
Where I took refuge in the saloon bar
I made myself comfortable beside the fire
And prepared to get on the outside of a large brandy
My eyes were drawn to the centre of the room
Where sat a striking strawberry blonde
She was sitting with her legs crossed
A pen in one hand a drink in the other
She was concentrating on something
A crossword clue or perhaps a Sudoku
And her bottom lip pursed slightly downward
Almost like a wilting pink rose petal
Then her eye kind of crinkled up
That combined with a slight inclination of her head
Gave me the impression she was confused
I assumed over what she was studying
Then I noticed a flash of golden light in her hair
As if her strawberry curls had ignited
But a shaft of sunlight had burst through the grey December skies
And I realised the sun had made her squint
This in turn screwed up her nose
Then caused her to sneeze
And she sneezed quite indelicately
Then again and again
This fit of sneezing had an added interest to me
As apart from the obvious effects
The shaft of sunlight had rendered her blouse transparent
And each sneeze caused her breasts to rearrange themselves
Within her non existent blouse
And her sneezing fit had taken on a more sensual quality
But alas all too soon the sneezing stopped
But I’m pleased to say her breathing had not
And I watched with fascination
As with each subsequent breath she took
Her breasts reshaped themselves inside her bra
She was blissfully unaware that her blouse was now translucent
And that each adjustment she made to her straps
Served only to more sharply define her assets
But all good things must come to an end
And thanks to a thoughtless cloud
The sunlight was snuffed out
It had been a most pleasant respite
Studying her most wondrous topography
It’s amazing how the little things in life
Can brighten up the dullest of winter days
It may have been an un-gentlemanly thing to do
Ungallant I suppose not to have averted my gaze
But she only had herself to blame
On a cold and gray December day
She should have been wearing a vest
ANYTHING GOES
The Cole Porter classic “Anything Goes”
Is a song everyone knows
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
Which attempted to define
The moral decline
Well little did he know
How low morals would go
Now little is left to the imagination
When it come to female emancipation
Woman display themselves to readily
Or dress inappropriately
Their varying degrees of undress
Expose pierced and tattooed flesh
In thongs with exposed arses
Or skirts as short as west end farces
Naked midriffs of all shapes and sizes
Leaving no room for surprises
Flesh erupts like a muffin
Over waist bands unable to keep it in
And no one should ever wear Lycra
Unless their figure is micra
There are things that should remain hidden
And only revealed when bidden
Equally there are also things about a woman
That does not need to be revealed to a man
For example a cause of great consternation
Is that we get to here about their constipation
Loss of bladder control issues
Feminine freshness wipes and tissues
Then there is the shaving and waxing
And treatments men would find quite taxing
There are things we don’t need to see or hear
I just want to make that clear
One behaviour that’s quite disturbing
Is a mother in public breast feeding
Nursing a baby we don’t want to see
No matter how nice her nurses maybe
But the very worst thing to see
Is when they are out socially
Woman kind when emancipated
Failed to do what was anticipated
In taming the animal in men
And preventing his wildness emerging again
Instead women have fallen into the pit
And show know intention of leaving it
Laddettes and matrons who should know better
End up drunk laying in the gutter
Even at a holiday resort
Men look on as they disport
Cavorting bare chest-ed
Free of the clothes they have divested
As they display manicured muffs
And unmatched collar and cuffs
The tattooes, piercings and body art
Are the only way to tell them apart
Full of cocktails and beer
And the odd infection I fear
I’m not sure Mrs Pankhurst
When the idea struck her first
Envisaged that this would be the way of it
And Cole Porter didn’t know the half of it
“In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows
Anything goes”
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Thursday, 27 July 2017
Something For a Gentleman’s Discerning Palate # 3
PICTURES OF LILY
Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length
Curly like loose ringlets cascading down
Her face was Mediterranean, dark, dusky
Eyes black as the night sky in winter, brows
Thick and dark, nose pert, mouth full and pouty
Her skin smooth as polished wood, her figure
Like a Rodin carving of perfection
Dress this in silk and lace, you have passion
Her soft breasts hidden within delicate lace
Hips, buttocks, femininity similarly
Her legs sheathed in stocking of black silk
Stiletto heels shaping them perfectly
A vision as this is not as it seems
It's the airbrushed woman of my dreams
POINT OF VIEW
I look at her and in my mind
She is naked
Her great round breasts
Nipples like organ stops
Her lush bush
Then I see her bending
Straight legged
Her lips in full view
I kneel and with my tongue
Part her curtains
Tasting her juice
Then she is on all fours
My cock deep in her
Her buttocks slapping against my belly
My hands cupping her breasts
Then I am back
This is no way to look at my mother in law
RED HOT
The first thing I noticed
Was the sun on her red hair
Turning it to blazing fire
As it tumbled
Onto the white flesh of her shoulders
The pastel shades
Of her meagre top
Struggled to contain the vibrancy of her breasts
And her naked midriff tantalized
The waistband of her skirt sat on her hips
While the white cotton below
Encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs
A gust of summer breeze
Lifted her skirt allowing glimpses of her white thighs
Then as she walked
The sunlight behind her illuminated her form
More than hinting at the delights
Contained within the cotton of her skirt
My thoughts then turned
From her flaming red hair
To a burning desire
REFLECTED GLORY
She sits before the mirror
Head inclined
Fine brown hair falls off her shoulders
Cascading down one side
The evening sun shimmering on the fine strands
The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back,
Naked but for the slender straps of her dress
Silently invites my caress
Her heady perfume filled the room
Invading my senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain
The fabric of her dress hugs the wondrous contours I know so well
In the mirror her hazel eyes look back at me
As she sees me watching her
And knowing my thoughts her reflection smiles
And at its radiance my heart soars
Making me want her
I don’t ask why she loves me
I just thank god for her
For her elegant beauty
And for the greater beauty inside
This evening I must share her
But later she will be mine alone
So for now I bath in the reflected glory of her
SHE
She smiles
And I undress her with my eyes
She laughs
And I’m naked with her
She looks at me
And my heart pounds
She smiles at me
And I orgasm
I really must get out more
SHE WAS ALL TITS AND DIMPLES
All tits and dimples in a Short skirt
Braless and bubbly and ready to flirt
I first noticed her as I was playing pool
With her legs crossed to make men drool
Looks can be deceptive I would agree
But she looked like a working girl to me
Everything on display in the window
I put down the pool cue and said hello
There was no doubt at all she was “easy”
And I knew she was offering it to me
She wasn’t wearing much to undress
But I’d seen enough to want to see the rest
However would I have to pay to see?
Or would I be getting it for free
SPANISH EYES
I sat drinking black coffee alone in the cafe
I noticed her instantly as she entered
powerless my eyes, like magnets were drawn
towards the striking young woman's beauty, her hair
black as a raven's wing caressed the dark
skin of her shoulders, its dark lustre framed
the simple beauty of her face, which I studied.
Firstly her full moist lipped smile, the delicate
curve of her nose and finally the depth of her
dark brown eyes, she looked back at me holding
my gaze, as if reading my thoughts and touching my soul.
My eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness
of her neck and shoulders until reaching
her bountiful breasts where white lace fringed
their fullness, her smile broadened and her
cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of
my loins, she turned away and I continued my
journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her
firm buttocks like a second skin hugging
her contours as I wanted to. As she sat down
opposite me my gaze once more returned
to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they
rearranged themselves within their lacy
confines. Then our eyes met again and she
smiled knowing my thoughts and revelling in
them. She paused and opened her bag and
took out a cigarette and holding it
in her slender fingers for a moment
before placing it between her moist lips
envying its intimacy as I lit it
I bought her coffee and we talked and laughed
drank more coffee talked and laughed some more
Although her fine young body gave rise to sighs
I was held captive by her Spanish eyes
THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
Suffered from a kind of delinquency
She always caused her poor Mum a fuss
And then she had to come to live with us
For weeks she made our life a hell
And managed to scare the cat as well
Then one night when my wife was out
Mary suddenly began to scream and shout
The things she said were quite obscene
And I told her how unpleasant she was being
Finally my patience with her was finished
And I decided that she must be punished
I grabbed her and bent her across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
She laughed and said “that didn’t hurt”
So I held her tight and pulled up her skirt
I held her tight bent across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
“My Mum’s smacks were harder than yours”
So I held her tight and pulled down her drawers
I held her still bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She said nothing and just murmured a sigh
Mary was enjoying this as much as I
I told her what a naughty girl she had been
And she was the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen
And held her gently bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She squirmed and wriggled on my knee
Feeling my hard cock against her belly
I looked down at her round full cheeks
Round and white now with red streaks
Red where I had spanked her bare flesh
Where I would gladly spank Mary afresh
I gently caressed her round full cheeks
My fingers stroking the vivid red streaks
And I watched her laying across me there
As my hands traced the fullness of her
From her cheeks to the top of her thigh
Then she squirmed and let out another sigh
I had decided what I was going to do
And I knew that she wanted me to
As my fingers explored her inner thigh
She tensed and let out an involuntary cry
I felt her course hairs on my finger tips
Then left her lush bush to find her lips
My fingers parted her labia and she moaned
My forefinger entered and she groaned
I explored her creamy wetness eagerly
And worked at her hot pussy rhythmically
Each stroke brought another moan from her
And rubbing her clit brought yet another
Faster and faster and I felt her body spasm
As I brought her quickly to an orgasm
She purred like a cat as she lay across my lap
Then my cock twitched and gave her belly a tap
She climbed off my lap without looking at me
And bent over the coffee table invitingly
I looked at her pussy inviting me to enter
I got out my cock and knelt down behind her
My hands slid from her buttocks up to her hips
And my swollen throbbing cock parted her lips
Mary was wet and warm and welcomed me in
And she moaned loudly as I broke her hymen
I thrust deep into her still holding her hips
Then as I got going I fondled her tits
Soon her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
When I withdrew from her tight pussy
She sighed then turned to look at me
She pulled herself up then turned round
And sat on the table and looked at the ground
I stood up before her with a semi erection
And pulled her head toward its direction
Her mouth enveloped my cock readily
And she went about my shaft eagerly
With the rhythm building to a crescendo
I was getting close to shooting my load
Before I came in her mouth I withdrew
She would suck me dry another day I knew
I stepped back and told her to undress
She did so effortlessly and with finesse
When she stood before me with all to see
I let go of my cock and made her undress me
When we were both naked we caressed
And for the very first time we kissed
Then employing the coffee table again
I lay her on her back to mount a new campaign
I fingered her Minge a little to lubricate
Then knelt at the tables end to penetrate
She eagerly accepted my cock once more
As I thrust into the cunt of my sister in law
I squeezed her arse and fondled her breasts
And I humped and pumped her on her nest
Then her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
I drew out my shaft from its wet sheath
And stood to look down at her body beneath
From her full breasts to her triangle of sable
And thought I never liked that coffee table
I would never view it in quite the same way
After what I did to Mary on it that day
After I had spanked her and wanked her
And had debagged her and shagged her
Before I had her undressed and caressed her
Where I was sucked by her before I fucked her
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
No longer suffers from a kind of delinquency
However her behavior leaves me unimpressed
And I still tell her that she is the naughtiest
And that she only has her self to thank
So she pulls down her knickers to get a spank
YOU CAN RING MY BELL
Do you like making spoons in bed?
Or do you do it on all fours like beasts
Perhaps in the style of the missionaries
Or does she straddle you like a monkey on a stick?
Is she animated when you're at it?
Thrashing about a lot
Or motionless like a resuscitation doll
Maybe you have her with trembling knees against a wall?
Mounting her roughly from behind
What about the wheelbarrow?
Have you tried that position?
Maybe bondage or spanking is your thing?
Do you play two way family favorites?
Kissing the inside of her milky white thigh
Before drinking from the velvet cup
Does she enjoy performing orally?
Is her behavior quite low, morally
Base and sluttish
Or is she prim and proper
Prudish about being rude-ish
Maybe it's not what you do but who you do it with
Vampish or tarty, dumb or smarty
Clear complexioned or spotty
Level headed or dotty
Intelligently spectacled
Scantily clad in edibles
What about role playing and dressing up
Does she wear uniforms of cotton or serge?
And do you dress as a centurion
Or a gladiator
Do you play doctors and nurses?
Or vicars and tarts Master and slave
Butler and parlor maid
Teacher and pupil
Acting out fantasies of filth
Do you do it wearing a hat?
In German helmet and jack boots
Cross dressing perhaps
In a pencil skirt or floral dress
Leather goods or latex or pace
What about toys or sexual aids
No let's not go there
What about swinging do you fancy that?
Arriving in a Porsche and going home in a Passat
Does she need to be of a certain physical type?
To be of the right dimensions?
Or proportions
Tall and pencil thin
Or perhaps pear shaped or round
An hour glass figure
Or a stick thin anorexic
A particular color eyes
Hair, long, short or none at all
Blonde, brunette or red
Body piercing?
A turn on? Or turn off?
Tattoo's like wise
Do you like your beaver wild or tamed?
Does a Brazilian look too much like you need a swipe card?
And if it looks like Adolph Hitler's moustache do you care
When her breasts are released are they like airbags deploying
Or are they small and pert just enough for toying
Are you fussy about her appearance?
Or is a pulse all she needs
Perhaps you're not even that fussy
Is she noisy when you're on the nest?
Perhaps that's what you like the best
Once she's warmed up do you make her bellow?
So you have to turn her over and make her bite the pillow?
What about location does it matter where it's done
Do you like it to be a public place?
When she's sitting on your face
Do you like it al fresco in the woods or maybe the park
Or does a dog sniffing your bum put you off your stroke
At someone's party under a pile of coats
At the cinema or theatre
Out back in a dark alley way
In the car? We've all done it there
All around the house in the bathroom and on the stair
Well you can do it in the hall or on the kitchen table
Even on the toilet if she doesn't care
It doesn't matter what you do to ring each others bell
Or where you ring it bloody hell
Just as long as all party's are willing and able
That's the best thing of all and the most important
And the most exiting when she tells you yes
Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length
Curly like loose ringlets cascading down
Her face was Mediterranean, dark, dusky
Eyes black as the night sky in winter, brows
Thick and dark, nose pert, mouth full and pouty
Her skin smooth as polished wood, her figure
Like a Rodin carving of perfection
Dress this in silk and lace, you have passion
Her soft breasts hidden within delicate lace
Hips, buttocks, femininity similarly
Her legs sheathed in stocking of black silk
Stiletto heels shaping them perfectly
A vision as this is not as it seems
It's the airbrushed woman of my dreams
POINT OF VIEW
I look at her and in my mind
She is naked
Her great round breasts
Nipples like organ stops
Her lush bush
Then I see her bending
Straight legged
Her lips in full view
I kneel and with my tongue
Part her curtains
Tasting her juice
Then she is on all fours
My cock deep in her
Her buttocks slapping against my belly
My hands cupping her breasts
Then I am back
This is no way to look at my mother in law
RED HOT
The first thing I noticed
Was the sun on her red hair
Turning it to blazing fire
As it tumbled
Onto the white flesh of her shoulders
The pastel shades
Of her meagre top
Struggled to contain the vibrancy of her breasts
And her naked midriff tantalized
The waistband of her skirt sat on her hips
While the white cotton below
Encased her rolling buttocks and strong thighs
A gust of summer breeze
Lifted her skirt allowing glimpses of her white thighs
Then as she walked
The sunlight behind her illuminated her form
More than hinting at the delights
Contained within the cotton of her skirt
My thoughts then turned
From her flaming red hair
To a burning desire
REFLECTED GLORY
She sits before the mirror
Head inclined
Fine brown hair falls off her shoulders
Cascading down one side
The evening sun shimmering on the fine strands
The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back,
Naked but for the slender straps of her dress
Silently invites my caress
Her heady perfume filled the room
Invading my senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain
The fabric of her dress hugs the wondrous contours I know so well
In the mirror her hazel eyes look back at me
As she sees me watching her
And knowing my thoughts her reflection smiles
And at its radiance my heart soars
Making me want her
I don’t ask why she loves me
I just thank god for her
For her elegant beauty
And for the greater beauty inside
This evening I must share her
But later she will be mine alone
So for now I bath in the reflected glory of her
SHE
She smiles
And I undress her with my eyes
She laughs
And I’m naked with her
She looks at me
And my heart pounds
She smiles at me
And I orgasm
I really must get out more
SHE WAS ALL TITS AND DIMPLES
All tits and dimples in a Short skirt
Braless and bubbly and ready to flirt
I first noticed her as I was playing pool
With her legs crossed to make men drool
Looks can be deceptive I would agree
But she looked like a working girl to me
Everything on display in the window
I put down the pool cue and said hello
There was no doubt at all she was “easy”
And I knew she was offering it to me
She wasn’t wearing much to undress
But I’d seen enough to want to see the rest
However would I have to pay to see?
Or would I be getting it for free
SPANISH EYES
I sat drinking black coffee alone in the cafe
I noticed her instantly as she entered
powerless my eyes, like magnets were drawn
towards the striking young woman's beauty, her hair
black as a raven's wing caressed the dark
skin of her shoulders, its dark lustre framed
the simple beauty of her face, which I studied.
Firstly her full moist lipped smile, the delicate
curve of her nose and finally the depth of her
dark brown eyes, she looked back at me holding
my gaze, as if reading my thoughts and touching my soul.
My eyes wandered the soft brown nakedness
of her neck and shoulders until reaching
her bountiful breasts where white lace fringed
their fullness, her smile broadened and her
cheeks flushed as if she could feel the stirring of
my loins, she turned away and I continued my
journey, the cloth of her trousers fitted her
firm buttocks like a second skin hugging
her contours as I wanted to. As she sat down
opposite me my gaze once more returned
to the plumpness of her fine young breasts as they
rearranged themselves within their lacy
confines. Then our eyes met again and she
smiled knowing my thoughts and revelling in
them. She paused and opened her bag and
took out a cigarette and holding it
in her slender fingers for a moment
before placing it between her moist lips
envying its intimacy as I lit it
I bought her coffee and we talked and laughed
drank more coffee talked and laughed some more
Although her fine young body gave rise to sighs
I was held captive by her Spanish eyes
THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT MARY
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
Suffered from a kind of delinquency
She always caused her poor Mum a fuss
And then she had to come to live with us
For weeks she made our life a hell
And managed to scare the cat as well
Then one night when my wife was out
Mary suddenly began to scream and shout
The things she said were quite obscene
And I told her how unpleasant she was being
Finally my patience with her was finished
And I decided that she must be punished
I grabbed her and bent her across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
She laughed and said “that didn’t hurt”
So I held her tight and pulled up her skirt
I held her tight bent across my knee
And smacked her arse one, two, three,
“My Mum’s smacks were harder than yours”
So I held her tight and pulled down her drawers
I held her still bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She said nothing and just murmured a sigh
Mary was enjoying this as much as I
I told her what a naughty girl she had been
And she was the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen
And held her gently bent across my knee
And smacked her bare arse one, two, three,
She squirmed and wriggled on my knee
Feeling my hard cock against her belly
I looked down at her round full cheeks
Round and white now with red streaks
Red where I had spanked her bare flesh
Where I would gladly spank Mary afresh
I gently caressed her round full cheeks
My fingers stroking the vivid red streaks
And I watched her laying across me there
As my hands traced the fullness of her
From her cheeks to the top of her thigh
Then she squirmed and let out another sigh
I had decided what I was going to do
And I knew that she wanted me to
As my fingers explored her inner thigh
She tensed and let out an involuntary cry
I felt her course hairs on my finger tips
Then left her lush bush to find her lips
My fingers parted her labia and she moaned
My forefinger entered and she groaned
I explored her creamy wetness eagerly
And worked at her hot pussy rhythmically
Each stroke brought another moan from her
And rubbing her clit brought yet another
Faster and faster and I felt her body spasm
As I brought her quickly to an orgasm
She purred like a cat as she lay across my lap
Then my cock twitched and gave her belly a tap
She climbed off my lap without looking at me
And bent over the coffee table invitingly
I looked at her pussy inviting me to enter
I got out my cock and knelt down behind her
My hands slid from her buttocks up to her hips
And my swollen throbbing cock parted her lips
Mary was wet and warm and welcomed me in
And she moaned loudly as I broke her hymen
I thrust deep into her still holding her hips
Then as I got going I fondled her tits
Soon her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
When I withdrew from her tight pussy
She sighed then turned to look at me
She pulled herself up then turned round
And sat on the table and looked at the ground
I stood up before her with a semi erection
And pulled her head toward its direction
Her mouth enveloped my cock readily
And she went about my shaft eagerly
With the rhythm building to a crescendo
I was getting close to shooting my load
Before I came in her mouth I withdrew
She would suck me dry another day I knew
I stepped back and told her to undress
She did so effortlessly and with finesse
When she stood before me with all to see
I let go of my cock and made her undress me
When we were both naked we caressed
And for the very first time we kissed
Then employing the coffee table again
I lay her on her back to mount a new campaign
I fingered her Minge a little to lubricate
Then knelt at the tables end to penetrate
She eagerly accepted my cock once more
As I thrust into the cunt of my sister in law
I squeezed her arse and fondled her breasts
And I humped and pumped her on her nest
Then her body shuddered in her orgasm
And she moaned as she felt my cock spasm
I drew out my shaft from its wet sheath
And stood to look down at her body beneath
From her full breasts to her triangle of sable
And thought I never liked that coffee table
I would never view it in quite the same way
After what I did to Mary on it that day
After I had spanked her and wanked her
And had debagged her and shagged her
Before I had her undressed and caressed her
Where I was sucked by her before I fucked her
My sister in law Mary though twenty three
No longer suffers from a kind of delinquency
However her behavior leaves me unimpressed
And I still tell her that she is the naughtiest
And that she only has her self to thank
So she pulls down her knickers to get a spank
YOU CAN RING MY BELL
Do you like making spoons in bed?
Or do you do it on all fours like beasts
Perhaps in the style of the missionaries
Or does she straddle you like a monkey on a stick?
Is she animated when you're at it?
Thrashing about a lot
Or motionless like a resuscitation doll
Maybe you have her with trembling knees against a wall?
Mounting her roughly from behind
What about the wheelbarrow?
Have you tried that position?
Maybe bondage or spanking is your thing?
Do you play two way family favorites?
Kissing the inside of her milky white thigh
Before drinking from the velvet cup
Does she enjoy performing orally?
Is her behavior quite low, morally
Base and sluttish
Or is she prim and proper
Prudish about being rude-ish
Maybe it's not what you do but who you do it with
Vampish or tarty, dumb or smarty
Clear complexioned or spotty
Level headed or dotty
Intelligently spectacled
Scantily clad in edibles
What about role playing and dressing up
Does she wear uniforms of cotton or serge?
And do you dress as a centurion
Or a gladiator
Do you play doctors and nurses?
Or vicars and tarts Master and slave
Butler and parlor maid
Teacher and pupil
Acting out fantasies of filth
Do you do it wearing a hat?
In German helmet and jack boots
Cross dressing perhaps
In a pencil skirt or floral dress
Leather goods or latex or pace
What about toys or sexual aids
No let's not go there
What about swinging do you fancy that?
Arriving in a Porsche and going home in a Passat
Does she need to be of a certain physical type?
To be of the right dimensions?
Or proportions
Tall and pencil thin
Or perhaps pear shaped or round
An hour glass figure
Or a stick thin anorexic
A particular color eyes
Hair, long, short or none at all
Blonde, brunette or red
Body piercing?
A turn on? Or turn off?
Tattoo's like wise
Do you like your beaver wild or tamed?
Does a Brazilian look too much like you need a swipe card?
And if it looks like Adolph Hitler's moustache do you care
When her breasts are released are they like airbags deploying
Or are they small and pert just enough for toying
Are you fussy about her appearance?
Or is a pulse all she needs
Perhaps you're not even that fussy
Is she noisy when you're on the nest?
Perhaps that's what you like the best
Once she's warmed up do you make her bellow?
So you have to turn her over and make her bite the pillow?
What about location does it matter where it's done
Do you like it to be a public place?
When she's sitting on your face
Do you like it al fresco in the woods or maybe the park
Or does a dog sniffing your bum put you off your stroke
At someone's party under a pile of coats
At the cinema or theatre
Out back in a dark alley way
In the car? We've all done it there
All around the house in the bathroom and on the stair
Well you can do it in the hall or on the kitchen table
Even on the toilet if she doesn't care
It doesn't matter what you do to ring each others bell
Or where you ring it bloody hell
Just as long as all party's are willing and able
That's the best thing of all and the most important
And the most exiting when she tells you yes
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Wednesday, 26 July 2017
Choice Tales from the Vale – (278) Sweet Young Things – Riette’s Tale
(Part 01)
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the small village of Oxley Green in close proximity to Nettlefield, where our story takes place.
Ian Tilley had just finished his Masters at Abbottsford University and was spending the summer with his uncle Silas, who was the Vicar of St Thomas’s church in Oxley Green, which was where he met the sweet young things.
He had been at his Uncles for less than a week when he walked up to the village green to attend the Village summer Fête, but even though he was had only been there a few days he was not a newcomer as he had spent every holiday there for as long as he could remember and he had made a lot of friends among the younger members of the village population over the years
It was very well attended but he didn’t really know many of the people but he thought he would take a look, show willing at least, so he went on a few of the side shows and drank a couple of pints in the beer tent and by late afternoon, a combination of too much beer on an empty stomach and the heat of the sun had left him a little light headed so he decided to call it a day and headed back across the field in the direction of the Vicarage.
He only got about half way across the field when he was hailed by Sharon Todd and Riette Thomas and he turned to see them tottering towards him across the grass shoes in hand and ever so slightly tipsy.
The girls were best friends, quite inseparable and he thought them very gorgeous but alas they were only 15, even though they kept reminding him they were actually 15 and three quarters, sadly that three quarters was not going to keep him out of jail if he did what he had thought of doing.
But they were both lovely girls and he liked them a lot and not just sexually.
Riette was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Sharon was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut summer dresses they looked even more so.
They tottered up alongside him, each taking an arm, Sharon as always was flirting outrageously.
“Can we come back to yours Ian?” Sharon said
“The oldies won’t let us have another drink”
“It’s not like we’re drunk or anything” Riette chipped in
“Can we?” Sharon said again
“Please Ian?” Riette added
“Ok” he said, “as long as you behave”
“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Sharon
“Will you spank us?” Riette said and giggled
“You’ll get me arrested,” Ian said
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
(Part 02)
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
Sharon saw him looking at her plump brown tits and giggled so he looked again.
Then he compared them to Riette’s pair and when Sharon whispered to her friend what he was doing she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent him from looking again.
When they reached the Vicarage he left the giggling flirts outside while he went inside to change and came out 10 minutes later just wearing an old pair of baggy shorts and he joined the girls as they sat on the patio which was now in the shade and he gave them a glass of wine each.
Which on reflection was not the wisest thing to do, Sharon kept leaning over him so he could have an unrestricted view of her tits, which was giving him a hard on like a milk bottle.
In between glimpses of Sharon’s pert jewels, they danced around the vicarage garden flirting and flaunting and flashing their skimpy knickers, whether knowingly or otherwise, was immaterial as it was not diminishing the intensity of his erection.
Finally out of breath they tottered over to him breathless to drink their wine and sat their pert arses on his lap while they drank which made his cock throb and his balls ache.
He thought that Sharon must have been able to feel his dick under her buttock but if she did she didn’t make it known.
Maybe she would reflect on it beneath her duvet that night as she fingered her young pussy.
Anyway he decided that it had to stop so he pushed them up onto their feet and simultaneously gave their buttock a little pat and then gave each plump little peach a lingering squeeze and seriously considered shagging the pair of them then and there.
After all they were only a little bit too young but he nobly thought better of it, as he figured perhaps less nobly that in a few months they would be fair game.
“I think it’s time for you two to go, before I do something I’ll regret” he said
“But we’re having fun” Riette protested
“And we don’t mind a bit of sexy fun” Sharon said and blushed and then both girls giggled
“When you’re old enough maybe,” he said reflecting on the time when it would be legal, if not immoral to shag their collective brains out then he smacked each of them satisfyingly hard on their firm derrieres causing them to release delightful stereophonic squeals.
Which was the moment when Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
(Part 03)
Just at the moment Ian had decided it was time for the flirty virgins to leave the vicarage garden, Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
He assumed that she was there to spoil his fun and protect her young sisters’ virtue and make sure Ian didn’t shag her, but in truth she was there to make sure if anyone got shagged it was her and he thought her coy denial about being one of the pretty girls was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments.
But he didn’t dwell on it because he was distracted by the discovery that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her summer dress and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused his already swollen cock to twitch.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked
“Yes please” Sharon replied eagerly
“Me too” giggled Riette
“I wasn’t asking you two, you’ve had enough” Ian said “I was asking Katie”
“No thanks but another time when you’re not surrounded by pretty girls” she replied
“As I said before you’re one of them” he said
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her and she turned her head away coyly.
“If that doesn’t get her legs open nothing will” he thought to himself and smiled just as the back gate swung open and Uncle Silas walked up the garden.
“Hello girls” he said jovially and there followed five minutes of light hearted chattering and then the girls went on their way.
Ian watched them as the three girls tottered down the lawn and when they reached the gate all three turned and waved and Sharon blew a kiss.
“You don’t know just how close I came to splitting your whiskers today girls,” Ian muttered under his breath.
“They are sweet young things aren’t they?” the Vicar said
“Yes uncle” he agreed but to himself he added “and I have a very sweet tooth”
And he mused that before the summer was out he would split all their whiskers.
The two younger ones when they were legal and the older one much sooner, in fact had his uncle not returned when he did he would have wet his balls with her that very afternoon
After Uncle Silas had gone indoors Ian struggled out of the chair but the enormity of his erection and his aching balls made getting up and then walking somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately he was wearing the baggy shorts.
He made his way gingerly in through the door and went inside for a piss, which was hellishly difficult with a hard on.
Ian had to lean forward like a ski jumper and even then he still managed to hit the cistern so he finished his piss in the shower instead.
By the time he got back outside to the patio his cock had reduced down to a semi but he still had lover’s balls so he went upstairs and wanked himself off to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table.
(Part 04)
After Ian Tilley entertained the Thomas sisters and Sharon Todd in the vicarage garden he was left seriously aroused and had to take his erection and its accompanying lover’s balls upstairs to wank himself off, and he did so to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table after which he looked forward to when he would turn the fantasy into reality as it turned out he didn’t have to wait too long.
It was the next day in fact, to his surprise that his fantasy was made manifest.
Not that it was a surprise that he fucked her, that was always going to happen, and the prompt fulfilment of his fantasy was also no surprise, as his pussy radar told him she was game, what was however surprising was the fact that she was a virgin, he hadn’t expected that at all, but he didn’t mind as it added to the spice for him.
Katie’s wasn’t the first cherry he’d popped in his time and he knew for a fact she wouldn’t be the last.
After that first time he spent all summer wetting his balls with Katie until she was very accomplished in bed, or indeed anywhere else he chose to have her.
One afternoon after he’d nailed her in her parent’s bed they were laying in the afterglow when she asked out of the blue
“You know that Sharon is sixteen on Saturday”
“I did know that” he confessed
“And do you also know that she is expecting you to keep your promise about shagging her once she was “legal”” she continued
“Yes I did know that as well” he confirmed
“So are you going to?” she asked
“Very definitely” he said
“I thought you would” she said “And are you going to pop Riette’s cherry when she turns 16 at the end of the month?”
“Probably” he replied “would you mind if I did?”
She thought for a moment and replied
“No, not as long as she doesn’t get any of my share”
Katie knew about Ian’s reputation for shagging anything with a pulse long before she surrendered her virginity to him, and she wasn’t looking to convert him, Ian was a wonderful lover but he would be a crap boyfriend, so she didn’t want him for anything other than sex.
As for her sister if she wanted a taste of what she’d had, once she was old enough, she wouldn’t dissuade her.
But Katie was enjoying what she was getting and she didn’t want her sister or their friend Sharon to curtail her supply of cock.
It wasn’t as if there was any love between her and Ian, they were very fond of each other obviously but first and foremost they were fuck buddies.
She would find love elsewhere, hopefully when she left for University in September, she would meet a man she could love and the man she fell in love with would get her love, her heart and the benefit of Ian Tilley’s summer long sexual tutelage.
Although she might well revisit the well of his dirty delights if the man she lost her heart to couldn’t ring her bell.
In the mean time she was happy being fucked senseless by Ian and it would have been churlish of her to deny her friend Sharon and her own sister Riette the benefit of some experienced choice cock.
(Part 05)
Unlike the eager and self-confident Sharon Todd, who had sought out Ian Tilly on the day of her 16th birthday to have her cherry popped, even though she was attending her aunts wedding, her best friend
Riette Thomas had not been to see him to receive her own special birthday gift.
Despite the fact that he knew, from Sharon’s pillow talk, that she wanted to every bit as much as her friend Sharon had.
So that was why Riette Thomas was still a virgin nine days after her sixteenth birthday and he was beginning to think the whole summer holiday would pass before he split her strawberry whiskers, so imagine his surprise when one bright September afternoon the lovely red haired Riette crossed his path.
Ian had spent the morning delivering Parish Magazines, it wasn’t how he planned to spend his day but his uncle asked if he could step in and cover for a sick parishioner.
Uncle Silas would normally have done it himself but he had to see a bride with a bad case of cold feet so Ian took up the mantel and he didn’t mind being out the house as it good to be out and about in the fresh air on such a lovely day so it was not a chore.
His “patch” was on the north side of the village and consisted of about 25 residences dotted along Tipton Lane and Elms Road, it was about a two hour round trip at an average pace but he was in no rush as it was a pleasant day as the Indian summer was in evidence, so he set off with the bag of magazines slung across his shoulder.
His mind was distracted as he made his way along the Lane delivering the Parish Magazines as he was pondering the resolution of the problem of the unsullied younger Thomas sister.
When he reached the furthest most house from the village and made his delivery it started to rain and having left the house that morning without a coat he made a dash for the nearest stand of trees for shelter.
He thought it was probably only a shower, and as he turned out he was correct so when it had finished he headed back down the lane which was when he saw Riette.
He was approaching the southern end of the road when he saw Riette coming the other way.
She had her strawberry red hair tied up which was mostly hidden under a baseball cap.
She was wearing green leggings and a hoodie and she was clutching a garishly patterned bag to her middle and she was looking at her converse shoes as they were shuffling and scuffing down the lane.
To be honest she looked lost and lonely without her sidekick Sharon.
Sharon was the outgoing bubbly girl and Riette rather lived in her shadow.
In many ways they were chalk and cheese, the dark skinned dusky and exotic Sharon and the pale skinned peaches and cream Riette.
He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to.
Being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age.
They were after all the “flirty virgins” who teased and titillated him so well on that hot afternoon in May.
(Part 06)
In many ways they were chalk and cheese, the dark skinned dusky and exotic Sharon and the pale skinned peaches and cream Riette.
He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to.
Being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age.
They were after all the “flirty virgins” who teased and titillated him so well on that hot afternoon in May.
Arousing him to the point that he had to wank himself off when they had gone.
Sharon was ultra-confident, self-assured and pretty and she knew it.
Riette was shy, socially awkward and full of self-doubt but she was also pretty but had no idea of the fact.
Sharon was the driving force in their friendship, bold and bubbly.
Being with her made Riette feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, living life on her coat tails and without her friend, Riette floundered.
Which was evidenced but the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling towards him, so as he approached he called out to her.
“Hi Riette” he said and she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“It’s ok, I was miles away” Riette said
“Are you missing Sharon?” he asked, knowing she was away for the weekend with her family.
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few hours”
He thought she looked quite sad but hopefully from this chance meeting he might put a smile on those pale lips and some colour on her cheeks.
Riette was fresh faced and make up free so he thought it truly was a serendipitous meeting which he had every intention of taking full advantage of.
Which is another way in which she differed from Sharon, Sharon didn’t do things by chance and if it had been her walking down that lane towards him it would be because she had planned it that way.
Not, by all accounts, that Riette didn’t want it as bad as her friend did she just didn’t have the knowhow or the gumption to get it.
“But today fate has taken a hand” he thought to himself
“So where are you off to?” he enquired
“My Aunt Jane’s” she answered, “The family are on holiday and Auntie said I can use their indoor pool while they’re away”
“Lovely” he said “Perhaps I could join you when I’m done”
“Oh yes” she exclaimed enthusiastically “if you have time”
“Well I had better finish my deliveries then” Ian said and smiled “and then I will have time”
He set off down the Road until he reached the end which climbed quite steeply up the hill then eased down the other side, he trudged up the hill and his legs were feeling it by the time he reached the top, where he took a breather and a drink, then he made the longer and gentler descent, making his deliveries as he went and when they were completed he retraced his steps but halfway back the rain came again and this time there were no convenient trees to shelter under but he did see some fifty yards or so ahead his destination and thought it the most likely source of shelter so he ran in that direction.
But before he got there the rain had stopped and the sun was out again.
Once he got close he noticed the door was a jar so he pushed on it gently.
(Part 07)
Once he got close he noticed the door was a jar so he pushed on it gently.
He walked inside and closed the door behind him and made his way to the pool and found her lying face down on a lounger bathed in a shaft of sunlight wearing a bikini.
“With your lovely pale skin you really need to stay in the shadows” he said and she blushed at the compliment, although he was thinking that hopefully he would bring her metaphorically from the shadows to bathe in the light of lust, his lust.
He didn’t think it was going to be as easy as it was with her friend but it would happen of that he was sure.
He couldn’t help but compare the two, but Sharon came and sought him out on the very afternoon of her birthday, made up, perfumed and wearing special “bought for the occasion” matching lingerie.
He thought it would take a little more guile this time, but faint heart never won fair maiden.
“If you lay there like that you’ll burn” he said “I think suntan lotion would help, I could put it on if you like”
“Yes please” she said eagerly “I have some in my bag”
He knelt down on the floor next to the lounger and perused her pale young body as Riette had her head turned to one side and was facing away from him.
The sunlight was warm but her risk of burning was nowhere near as high as he had made out, but he didn’t tell her that.
“This will help to protect your lovely skin” he said
“Ok” she answered meekly.
Ian wondered at that point if she knew exactly what he had in mind for her as he squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?” he asked
“Cool” she replied
But he wasn’t trying to get her cool he wanted her to get her hot so he rubbed some more.
“I need to undo your bikini top sweetie” he said innocently “so I can properly apply the lotion”
“Ok” she said, her voice breaking slightly, so he undid it and pulled it softy away from her skin and then he slowly rubbed in the surplus lotion until it was all worked in to her pale freckled skin like a long relaxing massage.
When it was all rubbed in, he squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.
“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and sought out her breast, his hand pursued and he very quickly found his quarry.
Riette let out a soft murmur as his hand reached inside her cup then she rolled her shoulder towards him giving Ian clear access to her plump little breast and he played with her rosebud nipple and she murmured again, louder this time as he teased her nipple to erection.
When he had toyed and teased her nipple to distraction he returned his attentions to her torso.
(Part 08)
Ian massaged the lotion all the way from her shoulders down to her hips.
He continued the charade by massaging all the remaining flesh from her hips right down to her ankles.
By the way she was fidgeting he knew it was time to pull down her bikini bottoms which he did slowly and deliberately and her body stiffened and she lifted her hips ever so slightly off the lounger and the green fabric moved easily off her buttocks and he had them off over her feet a few seconds and she uttered no protest.
Once he had her bottoms removed he slid his hands up her legs and massaged her tight firm buttocks before he pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moist crevice, and again she uttered no protest.
Riette wasn’t as vociferous as Sharon was when he fingered her crack, she just buried her face in the towel and let out a series of low muffled moans and gasps, but her lathery lips told Ian how much she was enjoying his fingering.
He pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and then he sipped from her fresh pink clamshell and she squirmed and wriggled as his tongue explored the petals of her pussy.
Had he not felt Riette’s body go rigid or seen the evidence on her lip he would have known she had climaxed, as even with her face buried in the folds of her towel he clearly heard her come.
He decided he couldn’t then turn her over onto her back at that point to deliver the coup de grace because of her shyness.
So he shuffled to his right so he was at her business end and adjusting his position he rolled her onto her side and then he released the eager beast from his trousers.
Riette was on her side with her back to him, and still with her face buried in the towel, so with his left hand he lifted her upper leg by the thigh and bending her leg at the knee he tucked the lower half of her leg under his right arm holding her knee and with his right hand he un-trousered his cock and when he had the swollen stalk in his hand, helmet exposed ready for action, he thought to himself that hiding her face in her towel wouldn’t disguise her moans when it penetrated her.
Using the crease between her cheeks he guided his cock to its juicy destination and his cock went deep into her tight young pussy and Riette gave a little squeal of delight as Ian added another cherry to his collection.
It didn’t take long before she had come again as he gave her one long satisfying stroke after another.
Her white knuckled hand gripped the frame of the lounger as she wriggled and squirmed on receipt of each of his deep penetrating entries of her syrupy quim.
And by the time he had got onto the short strokes Riette squeaked on each inward motion and the lounger was rattling and shaking until he brought her to her final climax and she screamed a loud muffled scream into her towel and a second later he erupted inside her.
Riette lay there, his cock still inside her, quivering and sighing repeatedly through her towel and she sighed even louder when he withdrew from her pussy.
(Part 09)
Riette lay there on the lounger, his cock still inside her, quivering and sighing repeatedly through her towel and she sighed even louder when he withdrew from her pussy.
Once he had extracted his sticky shaft she rolled back onto her stomach, closed her legs and clenched her round white buttocks and tried to be invisible.
He knew Riette wouldn’t get up and redress with him standing there even after he’d defiled her so expertly, he always thought that kind of shyness was nice, so he left her to sort herself out and went in the kitchen to make a drink.
As Ian sat at the kitchen table he thought to himself that Riette wasn’t a natural like her older sister Katie or her friend Sharon, and thought she would require a lot more tutorage than the other two did.
But he concluded it would be worth it in the end because she had a fine body, in several ways better than her sister and her friend and unlike the other two, who would doubtless find other partners, Riette would likely remain his and his alone, which really appealed to him and that surprised him greatly.
So it was with feelings, not solely associated with lust, that he watch as Riette shuffled into the kitchen still adjusting her leggings and he could just make out the dark patch on the crotch,
“Better put those straight in the wash when you get home” he thought.
When she finally looked up at him she went immediately scarlet and turned away so he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him and she buried her face in his chest and held onto him like a vice.
“I can’t believe you’re still shy” he said “after what we just did”
Riette didn’t answer
“But I really love it that you are” he said, but she was still silent
“Well you’ll have to come out if you want a kiss,” he added
“A kiss?” she said in a muffled query
“I must have a kiss” he insisted “As a reward”
Reluctantly her head emerged from his chest but she still didn’t raise her eyes to look at him.
So he put his hand on her chin and lifted it up and then he put his lips to hers and so began a rather lengthy and surprisingly enjoyable kiss. In fact in that regard she was definitely better than Sharon.
“That’s better” he said “very nice”
And Riette blushed and giggled.
As they sat and drank their tea he said to Riette
“I think while Aunty Jane is away we should use her place to keep your mind occupied, which might also help your shyness”
She didn’t speak in response but giggled.
So it was agreed that rather than mope about missing Sharon they should do something a little more productive with her time.
“And I think we should begin right away in Aunt Jane’s bed”
So Riette and Ian spent the afternoon in her Aunt Janes king sized bed to furthering her sexual education, where he brought her to several juddering orgasms and fell in love with her.
Five years after he took his third cherry of that wonderful summer he married Riette Thomas to whom he remained faithful during their 40 year marriage, with the exception of her older sister Katie and her best friend Sharon who were, from the day he took their virginity, his regular bed mates.
Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the small village of Oxley Green in close proximity to Nettlefield, where our story takes place.
Ian Tilley had just finished his Masters at Abbottsford University and was spending the summer with his uncle Silas, who was the Vicar of St Thomas’s church in Oxley Green, which was where he met the sweet young things.
He had been at his Uncles for less than a week when he walked up to the village green to attend the Village summer Fête, but even though he was had only been there a few days he was not a newcomer as he had spent every holiday there for as long as he could remember and he had made a lot of friends among the younger members of the village population over the years
It was very well attended but he didn’t really know many of the people but he thought he would take a look, show willing at least, so he went on a few of the side shows and drank a couple of pints in the beer tent and by late afternoon, a combination of too much beer on an empty stomach and the heat of the sun had left him a little light headed so he decided to call it a day and headed back across the field in the direction of the Vicarage.
He only got about half way across the field when he was hailed by Sharon Todd and Riette Thomas and he turned to see them tottering towards him across the grass shoes in hand and ever so slightly tipsy.
The girls were best friends, quite inseparable and he thought them very gorgeous but alas they were only 15, even though they kept reminding him they were actually 15 and three quarters, sadly that three quarters was not going to keep him out of jail if he did what he had thought of doing.
But they were both lovely girls and he liked them a lot and not just sexually.
Riette was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Sharon was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut summer dresses they looked even more so.
They tottered up alongside him, each taking an arm, Sharon as always was flirting outrageously.
“Can we come back to yours Ian?” Sharon said
“The oldies won’t let us have another drink”
“It’s not like we’re drunk or anything” Riette chipped in
“Can we?” Sharon said again
“Please Ian?” Riette added
“Ok” he said, “as long as you behave”
“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Sharon
“Will you spank us?” Riette said and giggled
“You’ll get me arrested,” Ian said
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
(Part 02)
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with the two girls gave him a height advantage of more than a foot, affording him a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, he knew he should have been ashamed of himself for ogling young girl’s breasts but he wasn’t after all they had really fit tits.
Sharon saw him looking at her plump brown tits and giggled so he looked again.
Then he compared them to Riette’s pair and when Sharon whispered to her friend what he was doing she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent him from looking again.
When they reached the Vicarage he left the giggling flirts outside while he went inside to change and came out 10 minutes later just wearing an old pair of baggy shorts and he joined the girls as they sat on the patio which was now in the shade and he gave them a glass of wine each.
Which on reflection was not the wisest thing to do, Sharon kept leaning over him so he could have an unrestricted view of her tits, which was giving him a hard on like a milk bottle.
In between glimpses of Sharon’s pert jewels, they danced around the vicarage garden flirting and flaunting and flashing their skimpy knickers, whether knowingly or otherwise, was immaterial as it was not diminishing the intensity of his erection.
Finally out of breath they tottered over to him breathless to drink their wine and sat their pert arses on his lap while they drank which made his cock throb and his balls ache.
He thought that Sharon must have been able to feel his dick under her buttock but if she did she didn’t make it known.
Maybe she would reflect on it beneath her duvet that night as she fingered her young pussy.
Anyway he decided that it had to stop so he pushed them up onto their feet and simultaneously gave their buttock a little pat and then gave each plump little peach a lingering squeeze and seriously considered shagging the pair of them then and there.
After all they were only a little bit too young but he nobly thought better of it, as he figured perhaps less nobly that in a few months they would be fair game.
“I think it’s time for you two to go, before I do something I’ll regret” he said
“But we’re having fun” Riette protested
“And we don’t mind a bit of sexy fun” Sharon said and blushed and then both girls giggled
“When you’re old enough maybe,” he said reflecting on the time when it would be legal, if not immoral to shag their collective brains out then he smacked each of them satisfyingly hard on their firm derrieres causing them to release delightful stereophonic squeals.
Which was the moment when Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
(Part 03)
Just at the moment Ian had decided it was time for the flirty virgins to leave the vicarage garden, Katie Thomas emerged through the gate and she was also wearing a summer dress, she was Riette’s older sister, who was equally gorgeous, a few inches taller with a rounder arse and bigger tits than her sibling, but more importantly she was legal.
“Well no surprise to find you surrounded by pretty girls” She said
“Is that why you’ve joined us?” Ian said
“I’m not one of the pretty girls” she said coyly
He assumed that she was there to spoil his fun and protect her young sisters’ virtue and make sure Ian didn’t shag her, but in truth she was there to make sure if anyone got shagged it was her and he thought her coy denial about being one of the pretty girls was either false modesty or she was fishing for compliments.
But he didn’t dwell on it because he was distracted by the discovery that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her summer dress and being the kind of man he was he immediately wondered if she was wearing any knickers, which caused his already swollen cock to twitch.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked
“Yes please” Sharon replied eagerly
“Me too” giggled Riette
“I wasn’t asking you two, you’ve had enough” Ian said “I was asking Katie”
“No thanks but another time when you’re not surrounded by pretty girls” she replied
“As I said before you’re one of them” he said
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
“No, you’re beautiful” he corrected her and she turned her head away coyly.
“If that doesn’t get her legs open nothing will” he thought to himself and smiled just as the back gate swung open and Uncle Silas walked up the garden.
“Hello girls” he said jovially and there followed five minutes of light hearted chattering and then the girls went on their way.
Ian watched them as the three girls tottered down the lawn and when they reached the gate all three turned and waved and Sharon blew a kiss.
“You don’t know just how close I came to splitting your whiskers today girls,” Ian muttered under his breath.
“They are sweet young things aren’t they?” the Vicar said
“Yes uncle” he agreed but to himself he added “and I have a very sweet tooth”
And he mused that before the summer was out he would split all their whiskers.
The two younger ones when they were legal and the older one much sooner, in fact had his uncle not returned when he did he would have wet his balls with her that very afternoon
After Uncle Silas had gone indoors Ian struggled out of the chair but the enormity of his erection and his aching balls made getting up and then walking somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately he was wearing the baggy shorts.
He made his way gingerly in through the door and went inside for a piss, which was hellishly difficult with a hard on.
Ian had to lean forward like a ski jumper and even then he still managed to hit the cistern so he finished his piss in the shower instead.
By the time he got back outside to the patio his cock had reduced down to a semi but he still had lover’s balls so he went upstairs and wanked himself off to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table.
(Part 04)
After Ian Tilley entertained the Thomas sisters and Sharon Todd in the vicarage garden he was left seriously aroused and had to take his erection and its accompanying lover’s balls upstairs to wank himself off, and he did so to an imagined image of Katie Thomas spread eagled on his Uncles Mahogany dining table after which he looked forward to when he would turn the fantasy into reality as it turned out he didn’t have to wait too long.
It was the next day in fact, to his surprise that his fantasy was made manifest.
Not that it was a surprise that he fucked her, that was always going to happen, and the prompt fulfilment of his fantasy was also no surprise, as his pussy radar told him she was game, what was however surprising was the fact that she was a virgin, he hadn’t expected that at all, but he didn’t mind as it added to the spice for him.
Katie’s wasn’t the first cherry he’d popped in his time and he knew for a fact she wouldn’t be the last.
After that first time he spent all summer wetting his balls with Katie until she was very accomplished in bed, or indeed anywhere else he chose to have her.
One afternoon after he’d nailed her in her parent’s bed they were laying in the afterglow when she asked out of the blue
“You know that Sharon is sixteen on Saturday”
“I did know that” he confessed
“And do you also know that she is expecting you to keep your promise about shagging her once she was “legal”” she continued
“Yes I did know that as well” he confirmed
“So are you going to?” she asked
“Very definitely” he said
“I thought you would” she said “And are you going to pop Riette’s cherry when she turns 16 at the end of the month?”
“Probably” he replied “would you mind if I did?”
She thought for a moment and replied
“No, not as long as she doesn’t get any of my share”
Katie knew about Ian’s reputation for shagging anything with a pulse long before she surrendered her virginity to him, and she wasn’t looking to convert him, Ian was a wonderful lover but he would be a crap boyfriend, so she didn’t want him for anything other than sex.
As for her sister if she wanted a taste of what she’d had, once she was old enough, she wouldn’t dissuade her.
But Katie was enjoying what she was getting and she didn’t want her sister or their friend Sharon to curtail her supply of cock.
It wasn’t as if there was any love between her and Ian, they were very fond of each other obviously but first and foremost they were fuck buddies.
She would find love elsewhere, hopefully when she left for University in September, she would meet a man she could love and the man she fell in love with would get her love, her heart and the benefit of Ian Tilley’s summer long sexual tutelage.
Although she might well revisit the well of his dirty delights if the man she lost her heart to couldn’t ring her bell.
In the mean time she was happy being fucked senseless by Ian and it would have been churlish of her to deny her friend Sharon and her own sister Riette the benefit of some experienced choice cock.
(Part 05)
Unlike the eager and self-confident Sharon Todd, who had sought out Ian Tilly on the day of her 16th birthday to have her cherry popped, even though she was attending her aunts wedding, her best friend
Riette Thomas had not been to see him to receive her own special birthday gift.
Despite the fact that he knew, from Sharon’s pillow talk, that she wanted to every bit as much as her friend Sharon had.
So that was why Riette Thomas was still a virgin nine days after her sixteenth birthday and he was beginning to think the whole summer holiday would pass before he split her strawberry whiskers, so imagine his surprise when one bright September afternoon the lovely red haired Riette crossed his path.
Ian had spent the morning delivering Parish Magazines, it wasn’t how he planned to spend his day but his uncle asked if he could step in and cover for a sick parishioner.
Uncle Silas would normally have done it himself but he had to see a bride with a bad case of cold feet so Ian took up the mantel and he didn’t mind being out the house as it good to be out and about in the fresh air on such a lovely day so it was not a chore.
His “patch” was on the north side of the village and consisted of about 25 residences dotted along Tipton Lane and Elms Road, it was about a two hour round trip at an average pace but he was in no rush as it was a pleasant day as the Indian summer was in evidence, so he set off with the bag of magazines slung across his shoulder.
His mind was distracted as he made his way along the Lane delivering the Parish Magazines as he was pondering the resolution of the problem of the unsullied younger Thomas sister.
When he reached the furthest most house from the village and made his delivery it started to rain and having left the house that morning without a coat he made a dash for the nearest stand of trees for shelter.
He thought it was probably only a shower, and as he turned out he was correct so when it had finished he headed back down the lane which was when he saw Riette.
He was approaching the southern end of the road when he saw Riette coming the other way.
She had her strawberry red hair tied up which was mostly hidden under a baseball cap.
She was wearing green leggings and a hoodie and she was clutching a garishly patterned bag to her middle and she was looking at her converse shoes as they were shuffling and scuffing down the lane.
To be honest she looked lost and lonely without her sidekick Sharon.
Sharon was the outgoing bubbly girl and Riette rather lived in her shadow.
In many ways they were chalk and cheese, the dark skinned dusky and exotic Sharon and the pale skinned peaches and cream Riette.
He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to.
Being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age.
They were after all the “flirty virgins” who teased and titillated him so well on that hot afternoon in May.
(Part 06)
In many ways they were chalk and cheese, the dark skinned dusky and exotic Sharon and the pale skinned peaches and cream Riette.
He knew he shouldn’t compare them but he found it hard not to.
Being that they came as a pair and were both of the same tender age.
They were after all the “flirty virgins” who teased and titillated him so well on that hot afternoon in May.
Arousing him to the point that he had to wank himself off when they had gone.
Sharon was ultra-confident, self-assured and pretty and she knew it.
Riette was shy, socially awkward and full of self-doubt but she was also pretty but had no idea of the fact.
Sharon was the driving force in their friendship, bold and bubbly.
Being with her made Riette feel more confident, daring to do things she would never do alone, living life on her coat tails and without her friend, Riette floundered.
Which was evidenced but the rather pathetically forlorn creature who was ambling towards him, so as he approached he called out to her.
“Hi Riette” he said and she almost jumped out of her skin
“Hello” she said blushing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said
“It’s ok, I was miles away” Riette said
“Are you missing Sharon?” he asked, knowing she was away for the weekend with her family.
“Yes” she sighed “and she’s only been gone a few hours”
He thought she looked quite sad but hopefully from this chance meeting he might put a smile on those pale lips and some colour on her cheeks.
Riette was fresh faced and make up free so he thought it truly was a serendipitous meeting which he had every intention of taking full advantage of.
Which is another way in which she differed from Sharon, Sharon didn’t do things by chance and if it had been her walking down that lane towards him it would be because she had planned it that way.
Not, by all accounts, that Riette didn’t want it as bad as her friend did she just didn’t have the knowhow or the gumption to get it.
“But today fate has taken a hand” he thought to himself
“So where are you off to?” he enquired
“My Aunt Jane’s” she answered, “The family are on holiday and Auntie said I can use their indoor pool while they’re away”
“Lovely” he said “Perhaps I could join you when I’m done”
“Oh yes” she exclaimed enthusiastically “if you have time”
“Well I had better finish my deliveries then” Ian said and smiled “and then I will have time”
He set off down the Road until he reached the end which climbed quite steeply up the hill then eased down the other side, he trudged up the hill and his legs were feeling it by the time he reached the top, where he took a breather and a drink, then he made the longer and gentler descent, making his deliveries as he went and when they were completed he retraced his steps but halfway back the rain came again and this time there were no convenient trees to shelter under but he did see some fifty yards or so ahead his destination and thought it the most likely source of shelter so he ran in that direction.
But before he got there the rain had stopped and the sun was out again.
Once he got close he noticed the door was a jar so he pushed on it gently.
(Part 07)
Once he got close he noticed the door was a jar so he pushed on it gently.
He walked inside and closed the door behind him and made his way to the pool and found her lying face down on a lounger bathed in a shaft of sunlight wearing a bikini.
“With your lovely pale skin you really need to stay in the shadows” he said and she blushed at the compliment, although he was thinking that hopefully he would bring her metaphorically from the shadows to bathe in the light of lust, his lust.
He didn’t think it was going to be as easy as it was with her friend but it would happen of that he was sure.
He couldn’t help but compare the two, but Sharon came and sought him out on the very afternoon of her birthday, made up, perfumed and wearing special “bought for the occasion” matching lingerie.
He thought it would take a little more guile this time, but faint heart never won fair maiden.
“If you lay there like that you’ll burn” he said “I think suntan lotion would help, I could put it on if you like”
“Yes please” she said eagerly “I have some in my bag”
He knelt down on the floor next to the lounger and perused her pale young body as Riette had her head turned to one side and was facing away from him.
The sunlight was warm but her risk of burning was nowhere near as high as he had made out, but he didn’t tell her that.
“This will help to protect your lovely skin” he said
“Ok” she answered meekly.
Ian wondered at that point if she knew exactly what he had in mind for her as he squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?” he asked
“Cool” she replied
But he wasn’t trying to get her cool he wanted her to get her hot so he rubbed some more.
“I need to undo your bikini top sweetie” he said innocently “so I can properly apply the lotion”
“Ok” she said, her voice breaking slightly, so he undid it and pulled it softy away from her skin and then he slowly rubbed in the surplus lotion until it was all worked in to her pale freckled skin like a long relaxing massage.
When it was all rubbed in, he squirted some more onto her, only this time instead of the middle of her back he deposited it on her shoulder blade so it would run down her side.
“Oops” he said and then followed the drip with his fingers, not trying to catch the drip, but rather following it or chasing it as it dribbled down her side and sought out her breast, his hand pursued and he very quickly found his quarry.
Riette let out a soft murmur as his hand reached inside her cup then she rolled her shoulder towards him giving Ian clear access to her plump little breast and he played with her rosebud nipple and she murmured again, louder this time as he teased her nipple to erection.
When he had toyed and teased her nipple to distraction he returned his attentions to her torso.
(Part 08)
Ian massaged the lotion all the way from her shoulders down to her hips.
He continued the charade by massaging all the remaining flesh from her hips right down to her ankles.
By the way she was fidgeting he knew it was time to pull down her bikini bottoms which he did slowly and deliberately and her body stiffened and she lifted her hips ever so slightly off the lounger and the green fabric moved easily off her buttocks and he had them off over her feet a few seconds and she uttered no protest.
Once he had her bottoms removed he slid his hands up her legs and massaged her tight firm buttocks before he pushed her legs slightly apart and slipped his fingertips into her moist crevice, and again she uttered no protest.
Riette wasn’t as vociferous as Sharon was when he fingered her crack, she just buried her face in the towel and let out a series of low muffled moans and gasps, but her lathery lips told Ian how much she was enjoying his fingering.
He pushed her thighs wide open until she was completely accessible to him and then he sipped from her fresh pink clamshell and she squirmed and wriggled as his tongue explored the petals of her pussy.
Had he not felt Riette’s body go rigid or seen the evidence on her lip he would have known she had climaxed, as even with her face buried in the folds of her towel he clearly heard her come.
He decided he couldn’t then turn her over onto her back at that point to deliver the coup de grace because of her shyness.
So he shuffled to his right so he was at her business end and adjusting his position he rolled her onto her side and then he released the eager beast from his trousers.
Riette was on her side with her back to him, and still with her face buried in the towel, so with his left hand he lifted her upper leg by the thigh and bending her leg at the knee he tucked the lower half of her leg under his right arm holding her knee and with his right hand he un-trousered his cock and when he had the swollen stalk in his hand, helmet exposed ready for action, he thought to himself that hiding her face in her towel wouldn’t disguise her moans when it penetrated her.
Using the crease between her cheeks he guided his cock to its juicy destination and his cock went deep into her tight young pussy and Riette gave a little squeal of delight as Ian added another cherry to his collection.
It didn’t take long before she had come again as he gave her one long satisfying stroke after another.
Her white knuckled hand gripped the frame of the lounger as she wriggled and squirmed on receipt of each of his deep penetrating entries of her syrupy quim.
And by the time he had got onto the short strokes Riette squeaked on each inward motion and the lounger was rattling and shaking until he brought her to her final climax and she screamed a loud muffled scream into her towel and a second later he erupted inside her.
Riette lay there, his cock still inside her, quivering and sighing repeatedly through her towel and she sighed even louder when he withdrew from her pussy.
(Part 09)
Riette lay there on the lounger, his cock still inside her, quivering and sighing repeatedly through her towel and she sighed even louder when he withdrew from her pussy.
Once he had extracted his sticky shaft she rolled back onto her stomach, closed her legs and clenched her round white buttocks and tried to be invisible.
He knew Riette wouldn’t get up and redress with him standing there even after he’d defiled her so expertly, he always thought that kind of shyness was nice, so he left her to sort herself out and went in the kitchen to make a drink.
As Ian sat at the kitchen table he thought to himself that Riette wasn’t a natural like her older sister Katie or her friend Sharon, and thought she would require a lot more tutorage than the other two did.
But he concluded it would be worth it in the end because she had a fine body, in several ways better than her sister and her friend and unlike the other two, who would doubtless find other partners, Riette would likely remain his and his alone, which really appealed to him and that surprised him greatly.
So it was with feelings, not solely associated with lust, that he watch as Riette shuffled into the kitchen still adjusting her leggings and he could just make out the dark patch on the crotch,
“Better put those straight in the wash when you get home” he thought.
When she finally looked up at him she went immediately scarlet and turned away so he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him and she buried her face in his chest and held onto him like a vice.
“I can’t believe you’re still shy” he said “after what we just did”
Riette didn’t answer
“But I really love it that you are” he said, but she was still silent
“Well you’ll have to come out if you want a kiss,” he added
“A kiss?” she said in a muffled query
“I must have a kiss” he insisted “As a reward”
Reluctantly her head emerged from his chest but she still didn’t raise her eyes to look at him.
So he put his hand on her chin and lifted it up and then he put his lips to hers and so began a rather lengthy and surprisingly enjoyable kiss. In fact in that regard she was definitely better than Sharon.
“That’s better” he said “very nice”
And Riette blushed and giggled.
As they sat and drank their tea he said to Riette
“I think while Aunty Jane is away we should use her place to keep your mind occupied, which might also help your shyness”
She didn’t speak in response but giggled.
So it was agreed that rather than mope about missing Sharon they should do something a little more productive with her time.
“And I think we should begin right away in Aunt Jane’s bed”
So Riette and Ian spent the afternoon in her Aunt Janes king sized bed to furthering her sexual education, where he brought her to several juddering orgasms and fell in love with her.
Five years after he took his third cherry of that wonderful summer he married Riette Thomas to whom he remained faithful during their 40 year marriage, with the exception of her older sister Katie and her best friend Sharon who were, from the day he took their virginity, his regular bed mates.
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