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
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 would pay a deal of money
Just to taste your cunny
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
It’s 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?
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, it’s 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 choose for her son
But Bernadette was quite acceptable
For a shy young man to practice on
It was a perfect early spring morning in the leafy
village of Pangmere and the breeze stirred the treetops, and the birds sang to
the sun.
And the birds weren’t the only early risers, Sally
Carey was
lying in bed, warm and cosy beneath the duvet, as the birds twittered in the
trees and the early morning light tried to penetrate her bedroom.
As
she lay there half-awake, half-dreaming, Sally could hear him through the bedroom
wall as he stood in the shower and as she listened to the splattering and
splashing, she envied every droplet of water as it ran unchecked over his naked
skin.
However,
the root of her envy was because she had been in love with him since she was
eleven years old and now that she was almost twenty, she wanted him with every
fibre of her being.
The
subject of her fervent want was Danny Netherton,
the elder brother of Sally’s best friend Erin, who at the age of 18 had, to all
intents and purposes, by necessity become the father of his 11-year-old sister.
Their
parents were killed in a tragic car crash on the Pepperstock
Expressway during
a snowstorm and all his hopes and dreams for the future died in the snow along with
them.
His
plans to study engineering at University and what that might have led to had to
be set aside in order for him to raise his little sister, so that she at least
would be able to fulfil her potential.
The
early years of his enforced parenthood he was almost consumed by his new
responsibilities, running the home, nurturing Erin and holding down a job.
But
the saving grace for all his sacrifice and being weighed down by responsibilities
at such a young age was that he was a stronger person for the experience and
Erin was to become everything their parents would have wished her to be, and he
was proud of that result.
Giving
up his own academic ambitions had allowed Erin to follow her dreams and she was
now at Cambridge University with Sally.
As
she lay in the cosy warmth of her bed listening to the water washing over him,
images of his wet naked body filled her head and she felt aroused.
Her
flesh tingled and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and her nipples erected,
and she felt that tell-tale feeling as the warmth built deep within her.
The
water stopped and the heavy foot fall told her he had stepped out of the shower
and then she pictured his wet naked form as he did so, and just a thin stud
wall separated her eager want from the object of her lust and desire.
She
could see in her mind’s eye each droplet of water dripping from his torso or
running freely down his skin and her hand travelled purposely across her belly
as her arousal grew.
And
as her breathing deepened and her pulse quickened her small delicate fingers slipped
beneath the waistband and proceeded further until her whole hand was inside her
bottoms.
Her
entire hand was inside her shorts as Sally pictured him wet and naked just the
other side of the stud wall, she could see the towel now, wrapped around him as
she wanted to be wrapped around him and her fingers went quickly between her
moist lips and she found she was almost as wet as he was.
Sally
was lost in those dreamy creamy thoughts of lust when the door suddenly opened
and she heard herself gasp as Danny walked into the room, but her fingers
lingered between her juicy lips as she clenched her buttocks tightly and
grasped her thighs firmly around her hand, but as she watched him across the
room, wearing just a towel her slender digits moved involuntarily and she
continued to stroke herself.
Sally
knew with him in the room she should stop fingering herself, but she couldn’t
help herself, she couldn’t stop.
Sally
was sleeping in the spare room which also housed the laundry basket and Danny
began picking up the laundry that had been discarded in and around the wash
bin.
There
was always plenty of it when Erin was back from University and even more
whenever Sally slept over.
Sally
and Erin had been best friend since forever and over the years she had been a
regular house guest.
They’d
been back from University for a week and the washing had already built up and
this was the first opportunity he’d had to get to grips with it.
So,
as it was Saturday and the girls had gone to a party the night before and had
stayed over at another friend’s place, he thought he should make a start on the
washing.
As
he went through the assorted jeans, T-shirts and lingerie, he began to think
how quickly time passed by and how quickly his sister and her best friend had
grown up.
He
smiled to himself as he remembered Erin’s first bra, which was a purely
cosmetic device of course when she was twelve.
Then
as she grew, she went through various stages of padded enhancements and
eventually to the full cupped and underwired contraptions she wore today.
It
was the same with her pants, in the early days they were childishly embellished
with flowers or colourful characters, then they progressed through to practical
pants and onto more sophisticated items before progressing on to the skimpy
things of lace and bows because is little sister was a grown woman now.
Sally
watched as he stood across the room in the half light, his upper body still
damp, a towel wrapped around the lower.
He
was standing sorting laundry into baskets of light and dark and as he held a
pair of pink knickers, she recognised them as her own and she wished she was
wearing them at that moment and her arousal deepened.
Danny
held the pink panties briefly in his hand before dropping them into the
appropriate pile.
Then
a red pair, then pale blue silk and followed by black lace.
Sally
watched as he handled her knickers one pair after another and she bit her lip,
she had never been so turned on.
Her
finger was still engaged between her juicy lips, she knew she should stop but
she just couldn’t, she was just too hot.
As
Danny was methodically sorting through the mountain of dirty washing, he had no
idea she was laying there in the gloom or what she was doing there beneath the
duvet, she and Erin were supposed to be sleeping over at Karen’s house in
Shallowfield, some 20 miles away.
Had
he known she was there he would not have entered the room especially wearing
nothing but a towel, he would have been too self-conscious.
Danny
had known Sally since she was an awkward clumsy eleven-year-old girl who seemed
to spend her entire time either falling over or picking herself up and showing
off her floral knickers in the process.
But
she was a young woman now and Sally was a far cry from the klutzy eleven-year-old
in the flowered briefs, she had grown up to become a swan.
He
could never tell her that though, nor could he tell his sister Erin how he felt
about her.
God
how Sally wanted to finish herself off right there and then, but she couldn’t
with him standing there.
But
she didn’t want him to leave either, touching herself with him so close to her was
so exciting, she had never felt as hot as she did at that moment.
Danny
fished out the last item from the bottom of the bin, a pair of yellow knickers
with white bows.
“They’re
mine” she said in her head “Oh God”
Danny
smiled and dropped them in the appropriate pile and turned to leave the room
when Sally let out an involuntary moan and he turned around.
“Is
that you Sal?” he asked
Sally
bit hard on her lip after her exclamation but was still unable to halt her
fingering
“Yes”
she replied through clenched teeth
He
walked to the window and opened one curtain, spilling gentle spring light into
the room.
The
sunlight fell across the rumpled screwed up duvet and a shapeless bulge beneath
it.
“I
thought you and Erin were staying over at Karen’s” Danny said
“Erin
did” she gasped “but I didn’t fancy it”
Each
word was spoken through gritted teeth and were slow and laboured and she was
squirming beneath the duvet as her fingers still worked at her creamy wetness.
He
took a hand full of duvet and threw it aside revealing Sally’s lustful pose.
Her
nipples were standing proud through her pyjama top and her right hand was still
inside her shorts.
Instead
of feeling embarrassment, Sally’s exposure before the object of her lust merely
turned her on even more and her fingers still lingering between her wet lips
wouldn’t stop.
It
was there that his eyes were drawn, that place were the fabric of her shorts
moved to the rhythm of her busy fingers frigging herself before him.
As
he stood there looking at the wonderful lustful sight, he felt a passion
welling up in him, a passion he had suppressed over the last two years which he
dare not have hoped to have acted upon until that moment.
He
watched her and she reached out her left hand and tugged at the towel wrapped
around him until it fell away exposing his own arousal and she frigged her
pussy with greater vigour.
Danny
sat on the bed and reached up to her buttocks pulled her pyjama shorts off her
buttocks and down her thighs and even as he pulled them off over her ankles and
tossed them into the wash basket her busy finger never ceased their purposefulness
and then he sat there stroking her thigh and watched her come.
Sally
laughed a dirty lustful chuckle as Danny joined her in bed and the mutual want
that had simmered for so long between them finally came to the boil in a hot
passionate toe-curling conclusion to their lust and a warm-hearted beginning to
their love.
Your size four feet are mine
Your slender stockinged 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
