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
Justine Wyatt was a 25-year-old
Estate Agent at Lyndon-Sanders Properties in Purplemere, it wasn’t her chosen career nor was
it what she envisaged doing when she left University with an English Literature
degree, but she had to do something, and she seemed to be quite good at it and
it paid the bills.
She was an attractive girl
with long brunette hair, and she had a nice flat in the town and lived quite
comfortably but she did live alone.
And there was something
missing in her life, she had tried and failed so many times in relationships
but apparently, she just kept picking the wrong men and so she seemed destined
to live alone but destiny had a knack of surprising you if you were lucky.
Justine’s surprise came one
bright spring morning in a quiet suburb of Purplemere when she went to visit a
vendor with a three-bedroom house to sell.
The house was owned by a Mr
and Mrs Hack who had both had to go into residential care in Dulcet Green and
she was there to meet their granddaughter Carol Hack.
Justine knocked on the door
and it was opened by a pretty young blond with piercing blue eyes.
Carol was younger than Justine
by six or seven years and for a moment or two she was speechless as she stared
into Carols eyes.
For the first time since
she’d been an Estate Agent, she completely forgot what to say.
“Are you from Lyndon-Sanders?” Carol
asked
“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m Justine Wyatt” she replied a
little flustered
“Come in” she said with a knowing smile “I’m Carol”
Once inside, Carole left Justine to wander around
downstairs taking measurements while she went upstairs.
Justine soon regained her composure and with all
the measuring done downstairs Justine called upstairs
“Is it ok if I come up?”
Sometimes vendors liked to take a few minutes to
make sure there were no dirty knickers left lying on the floor and the toilet
had been flushed.
“Yes I’m ready for you” Carol shouted back
Justine nodded and started up the stares
“And try to be professional” she said to herself.
As she stepped onto the landing, she could see
there was only one door open so she decided to measure that one first, but as
soon as she stepped over the thresh hold she was speechless again because the
pretty little blue eyed blond was standing by the bed completely naked with
what could only be described as a leer on her face.
Not only was Justine speechless she was also
frozen to the spot, the only thing she could move were her eyes which hungrily
consumed every inch of Carol’s beautiful young firm body as she slowly walked
towards her.
Carol smiled broadly with satisfaction because of
the obvious affect she was having on Justine and when she stood in front of the
mesmerized Estate Agent, she kissed her gently on the lips.
It was the first time Justine’s lips had tasted
such a kiss and was left wanting more when it stopped.
Even though she enjoyed the kiss very much, she
had never looked at a woman the way she looked at Carol.
Justine wasn’t gay, she had only ever been with
men, and she needed to say it before things went too far.
Carol was smiling at her again, but Justine
smiled weakly back and looked troubled.
“I’m not…” she began but Carol put a finger to Justine’s
lips
“Shush” she said and kissed her again but more
meaningfully than the first embrace of Justine’s seduction and the gentle
passion of her kiss quickened her pulse, electrifying her.
And when Carol began unbuttoning her blouse it
was met with compliance, as was the unfastening of her bra, and as the items of
clothing had hit the floor, Carol’s hands, as if gloved in velvet, slid across Justine’s
silken skin, mapping her every contour, each and every sweep and curve of her.
Justine was powerless to resist as she felt Carol’s
velvet touch on her full breasts, and tingling traversed her spine as Carol was
teasing her, pleasing her.
Justine felt warm breath and soft lips on her
breasts and then on their proud pink tips but breathed again before the moist heat
of her warm honey mouth enveloped her nipples in turn.
Her mind was in a whirl as the cute, sensuous
girl made love to her, with its unexpected sensuality revealing her unknown
sensuality.
She had never known such a feeling, passionate, erotic,
toe curling,
getting her hot, getting her wet and so she submitted
to her in guiltless acquiescence as Carol undressed her and soon Justine was as
naked as the young beauty making love to her and then Carol’s lips began their
journey, kissing their way, “to where?” Justine asked herself as her mouth,
soft and tender, traced in kisses around her ribcage and lower still
“Oh my god, to there” she screamed in her head “Will
she kiss me there?”
Justine’s body shivered, and quivered as her skin
tingled as she felt Carol’s breath on the soft expanse of her belly
“Should I let her?” she asked herself “Should I
let her kiss me, there?”
She squirmed beneath the young Goddess, her head
swimming as her body burned for her, ached and yearned for her as she felt her
breath stir her pubic hair as her cheek lay against her thigh.
Justine looked down at the pretty young blond looking back at her with her
piercing blue eyes and she yielded to the Goddess
and opened herself like a portal and delivered herself to her in all her vulnerability,
her innocence, as the seductress delivered sweet ecstasy.
We came together
In
a frenzied embrace
Mouths
locked; Nostrils flared
Snorting
like fighting bulls
Kissing,
stroking, groping
Fumbling
with buttons and belts
Hooks
and eyes
Until
we lay in a heap
Disordered
in our semi nakedness
I
caressed her breasts
Teasing
her nipples
First
with fingers
Before
attending to them orally
I
moved my hand across her soft belly
And
pulled up her skirt
My
mouth alternated between
Her
swollen nipples and her eager mouth
My
slipped under her skirt
And
I reached up
Until
I felt the silk of her underwear
I
pulled them down to her ankles urgently
Then
I moved my hand steadily
Up
her long stockinged leg
From
ankle to calf to her inner thigh
The
soft naked flesh above her stocking
Before
combing my fingers through
Her
luxuriant growth
She
turned her attentions once again
To
my ear frantically exploring it with her tongue
I
cupped her pubic bone in my hand
And
rocked it gently
Then
I slipped my fingers between her lips
Into
the creamy wetness
She
moaned gently in my ear
And
slid her finger around my swollen shaft
Tugging
roughly at me
As
I worked her wet flesh
Until
her rhythmic moaning Reach crescendo
And
she came
Her
thighs closed on me
Then
she rolled onto her back
For
me to mount her
She
wanted me so badly
And
my balls ached for the want of her
I
lay on her and we kissed
And
I probed at her wetness
Teasing
her lips with my tip
Then
in her urgency
with
her slender legs wrapped around me
She
pulled me in until she enveloped me
Then
she gripped me
Vice
like with her slim yet powerful thighs
Preventing
my withdrawal
Her
mouth was again on my ear
Licking
and chewing
Her
razor like nails dug into my skin
I
arched my back
And
entered her deeper
Then
her grip on my hips lessoned
I
withdrew and thrust into her again
She
writhed beneath me moaning
As
she tongued my ear
I
thrust again
She
bit my lobe
Her
nails were now in my buttocks
I
thrust again and again
Then
again faster and faster
We
moan loudly in unison
Until
I exploded inside her
And
she clung to me like a limpet
There
we lay in the afterglow of passion
Locked
in fond embrace
For
a timeless period
Until
our passions were again aroused
On a
sunny May afternoon pretty district Nurse Freya St David married Captain
Jonathon Hardman of the Downshire Light Infantry at St Hilda’s church in Tipton
village, where she was born.
She
looked even more stunning than usual with her strawberry blonde hair tied up
beneath her veil.
She
stood barely five feet tall even in her mother’s wedding dress she still looked
slender and pale.
In
line with tradition her skin flushed pink on her big day.
Freya
was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and her mother was so happy
on her daughter’s wedding day that she cried all through the ceremony.
Outside
the church when the bride and groom emerged there was a traditional military
honour guard and when she saw Sgt Lewis
standing
to attention with his comrades, she blushed as she remembered the last
time she had seen him at attention.
But
the amount of tears shed on the day of her daughter’s wedding were surpassed tenfold
on the day Freya told her mother she was pregnant.
It
was just over a year after the wedding and she was on the verge of her 30th
birthday.
And
over the following months the skinny five foot nothing, whippet thin and pale
skinned strawberry blonde grew and grew.
From
behind she didn’t look very different her bum was still pert and she still
looked slim but at the front she was huge, her belly was round and full and her
usually small tits had swollen to the size of melons.
In
October Jon had been away on an exercise in Norway and when he returned he found
Freya in a very strange mood.
Try
as he might he couldn’t get to the bottom of it, until it was time for bed.
John
had finished in the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed and watched his
beautiful wife undressing.
First
she unhooked the straps of her dungarees and let them fall to the floor then
she pulled her jumper off over her head.
And
then she noticed him watching her and she stopped and walked into the bathroom
wearing just a t-shirt and maternity pants.
“How
can you bare to look at me?” she asked and closed the bathroom door.
When
she came back out ten minutes later she was wearing a large shapeless nighty.
“What’s
the matter hon?” he asked her and took her hand
“I’m
ugly” she said
“No, you’re
beautiful Freya” he corrected her
“I’m a great fat lump” she said and started crying
Jon immediately put his arms around her to comfort her
“Darling you’re gorgeous” he said
“But I’m not the skinny nymph you fell in love with” she sobbed
“I’m a blimp”
“I think you’re lovely” Jon said “I think you’re sexy”
“I used to be lovely” she sobbed “I used to be sexy”
“You still are” he assured her
“I’m not” she insisted
He took her hand and kissed it, then lowered it to the bulge in his
pyjamas
“You see I do think you’re sexy” Jon said “and so does he”
She looked down and the bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze then she
returned her eyes to his and smiled and then she kissed him.
It was a long passionate kiss full of love requited and all the time Freya’s
hand rested on the swelling in his pyjamas.
Jon broke away and swiftly removed her shapeless nightie.
Freya relinquished her hold on his erection while the nightie was
removed
But as soon as her hand was free again it return south, this time
unbuttoning his bottoms and then grasped his shaft roughly as they kissed
again.
Jon’s hands went straight to her breasts which were the largest they had
ever been in her life and they were beauties.
Her nipples were bigger too and swelled to a great size in Jon’s
fingers.
Freya decided when she was ready and broke away to kneel on the bed. Jon
stood behind her and cupped her breasts and said
“I really love you Freya, you are my life and my love”
Then she leant forward and presented her rear aspect to him and he
gently penetrated her.
Initially he cupped her breasts, feeling the full weight of them in his
palms but while he made love to her he preferred to rest his hands on her bump,
stroking and caressing it as he gently took her to climax.
It
was not the last occasion on which he made love to her during that pregnancy or
subsequent pregnancies.
Jon
loved Freya body and soul, whether that body was skinny or in the bloom of
pregnancy, for the rest of his life.
Freya’s
feelings for him were reciprocated with interest and she remained his and his
alone until his death.
“Bob, go to the Hilton I was told “and meet Sam Barraclough”
A lunchtime meeting at the Hilton sometimes life was tough
I was expecting a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead you see
With a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee
A dour Yorkshire man wearing cloth cap and dressed in tweed
So was not prepared for who it was to greet me I must concede
The whippet wielding Yorkshire man had turned out to be
A very pretty young woman who was called Samantha you see
She was actually a stunningly beautiful petite young blonde
The type of delicious creature it was impossible not to be fond
She introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello
I stuttered out my own introduction by way of a quid pro quo
She offered her hand to me in greeting and I accepted it gladly
Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and gripped mine firmly
In my large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child
In silence we continued to shake hands and we both just smiled
We held each other's gaze and hand perhaps too long slightly
We both laughed nervously and her cheeks blushed brightly
She then turned away and bade me follow which was no chore
I followed her exotic heady fragrance out thought the door
Silently she led me down a corridor in the lounge direction
I followed mesmerized by her form and admiring its perfection
Even wearing four-inch heels I marveled at her daintiness
Only reaching the dizzy height of five foot three more or less
The straight blonde hair cascaded onto her shoulders softly
A fitted silk blouse complemented her waif-ish frame perfectly
She had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing
And pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirting
Then the shapely legs clad in stockings unless I miss my guess
The overall effect was stunning and I was smitten I will confess
Then sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton
The sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination
Seemingly completely oblivious to the effect she had achieved
On the red-blooded men in her wake she'd never have believed
She stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards me
This caused the illumination of her fine breasts for us to see
The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on a cushion pad
A glimpse of her stocking top confirmed the suspicion that I had
She effortlessly and elegantly slipped into the vacant place
And gestured for me to sit beside her in the neighboring space
Not coy she sat straight-backed upright confident and proud
Her voice was strangely hypnotic clear and soft but not loud
Once again I was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent
Then she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the document
Like a precious work of art I had admired her from a distance
Now I could examine in detail every brushstroke every nuance
Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine rain
The sun was highlighting strands like spun gold again and again
The golden rain tumbled to caress the nape of her neck gently
Coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders diffidently
I was transfixed by the vision of golden hair framing her face
Of pale alabaster like porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace
Her eyes stunning and captivating were of translucent green
And her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in between
Her mouth was only narrow but the lips were full and luscious
As she spoke the pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuous
I would blush to my roots if our eyes met however fleetingly
And then a smile would dance about her mouth provocatively
I turned my attention to her slim pale arms naked and bare
The suns illumination fringing like white gold the downy hair
Then her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim
No bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim
Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewelry
But then no jewelry could ever improve on this beauty before me
Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it
Causing her blouse to gape revealing her breast well just a bit
Just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill
Enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses and thrill
Then she catches me letching and smiles as I avert my gaze
Now it's her milky white flesh that blushes in a crimson blaze
All to soon our short business meeting was at a close and done
I felt her soft and delicate hand in mine and then she was gone
So blinded by her beauty and intoxicated by her sweet perfume
I could barely stammer out a sentence before she left the room
I was left with only the exotic fragrance lingering about me
Feeling quite despondent and in a strange way quite empty
In my hand I found her business card as you would expect
Then I turned it over like you would to more closely inspect
A hand written note and number is not what I thought to see
Here's my number, call me soon, I'd like to see you socially
The Dawkins Family lived in the village of Pangmere
situated on the Finchbottom Road between Mornington and Finchbottom.
Julian and Sheila were the Licensees of the Red Lion
and their children, twins Brian and Karen, went to college in Finchbottom.
The family had lived at the Red Lion since the
children were little and they were very happy there and Julian and Sheila had
really turned the place around.
And all during that time they had a number of regular
visitors, friends and family alike, but the most regular of them all was Ruth Murton, or Aunty Ruth as
the children had always called her, although she wasn’t their real Aunty, she
was their mum’s best and oldest friend who was a few years younger than Sheila.
In the early days when she first started to visit Pangmere
she was with her husband Paul, but the Murton’s divorced when the twins were 12
years old.
Ruth was a real beauty and oozed sexuality and by the
time the twins reached their teens Brian had started to see her as something
other than his aunty and when he had his first wet dreams it was Aunty Ruth he
was dreaming of.
And all his earliest contributions to his wank bank
were the sensual images of Aunty Ruth.
For a young adolescent during his sexual awakening she
was manna from heaven.
What a sight she was, with her long blond hair and generous bosom with the
flattering sweep of her hips and the roundness of magnificent buttocks and long
shapely legs, who wouldn’t be impressed and horny at the sight of her.
For Brian the whole package made a most wonderful vision of sexuality which
gladdened his young man’s eye and stirred his teenage loins.
It was from around about the time Brian turned 14 that
Ruth first became aware of the effect she was having on him and she was so
flattered that she even began to give him little treats.
She would show him a generous expanse of shapely
stockinged leg or bend over in front of him and give him the full benefit of
her great round arse or present him with the vision of her gaping blouse and
its overstuffed contents.
Brian really looked forward to her visits and as he
got older and Ruth realised she was still able to affect him she began visiting
more and more often because the truth of the matter was that it really excited
her to be able to make him squirm in his seat and cause a bulge in his pants
almost at will, which she always noticed, as much as he tried to hide it from
her.
Ruth wasn’t excited by arousing a young man because
she was frustrated or anything of that nature, looking as she did she was not
short of male attention and her generous heart was fulfilled romantically and
emotionally and she was very well served in the bedroom.
So because her power over him excited her so much Ruth
decided for his 16th birthday she would give him a very special
birthday present, and reward herself at the same time.
Aunty Ruth positioned herself, as usual, on the sofa
opposite the chair Brian was sitting in.
She knew instantly that she had his attention so she slowly
crossed her legs and exposed a tantalising expanse of thigh from her knee up to
her stocking top.
As she sat in the lounge with the birthday boy and his
family she repeated the manoeuvre time after tantalising time and Brian’s eyes
were transfixed on Ruth’s delightful tableaux and then another adjustment of
her posture disclosed not only both her stocking tops but everything beyond
because she was naked underneath.
Brian could see right up her dress all the way up to her hairy heath he glanced
up and Ruth was looking at him and smiling and Brian went very red indeed but
he couldn’t stop looking at her and his eyes quickly returned to her muff.
They found themselves alone then and Ruth upped the
stakes when she began slowly opening her legs, wider and wider, showing him
more and more until finally he could see everything and he filled his pants
with his seed.
He wasn’t sure at first if she realised he had just
creamed his boxers but when she smiled broadly at him he knew and he was so
embarrassed, but he couldn’t leave, not while she was watching because although
he had emptied his sac his erection was still very much in evidence.
Ruth felt no embarrassment whatsoever but what she did
feel was exceptionally horny, she always ended up turned on when she played her
little games with Brian but watching him shoot his load in front of her she
really got her wet.
And when she noticed the damp patch on his jeans she
decided she was going to have him.
But she knew it couldn’t be then, but she was resolved
it was going to happen.
In the mean time she would have to meet up with one of
her regular partners to quell the fire that Brian had ignited in her.
It was just over two years later when Ruth got her way
or more precisely had her way.
It was a Friday afternoon when Brian arrived home
alone from college, Karen was staying in Childean at a friend’s house.
His mum Sheila was in the bar and his dad was at the
Cash and Carry.
“Hi love” Sheila said as he walked in.
“Hi Mum” he replied “I’ll get changed and give you a
hand”
“No rush love” She said to him, so he went upstairs to
his room to get changed out of his college clothes, but he realised he was not
the only one upstairs after all and as he passed the spare room he looked in
and saw Auntie Ruth in stockings and a silk camisole holding a glass of wine
and wearing a seductive smile.
In typical teenager fashion the sight of the object of
his lust Aunty Ruth in her underwear brought an immediate swelling to his
trousers which Aunty Ruth was only too pleased to deal with.
And over the following twelve months Aunty Ruth dealt
with many such swellings as she continued his sexual education until he went
off to University and then two years after that Ruth tragically died in a car
accident in Abbottsford.
But Brian never forgot Aunty Ruth nor did he lose his
taste for the more mature lady and when he married in his mid-twenties it was
to a woman 15 years older than he was.
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
