I am a writer of erotic novels; bodice rippers and slutty romances and being a writer, of any kind, suited me very well indeed.
It suited in many ways, but the main benefit was that I was able to work at home, so had no tedious commute every day and my working day was flexible to the point that some days I didn’t write at all.
This afforded me the opportunity of playing a round of Golf during the working week when most people had their noses to the grindstone.
And it was on such a day, a Tuesday in fact, at the end of May when I had arranged to make up a foursome with Pandora Parkinson-Brown, wife of the club captain, Victoria Braithwaite a slim plain middle-aged little woman and a big red haired unit by the name of Dawn Symonds.
Well imagine my disappointment when on my arrival at the clubhouse I was met with the news that the prudish Miss Braithwaite and the well stacked Miss Symonds wouldn’t be playing today and it was just Pandora and I.
I wasn’t too disappointed by the absence of the bookish spinster but I was particularly looking forward to getting to know the well-built six-foot tall redhead with the massive mammals a little better. I would be lying if I said the thought of getting up at the crack of Dawn had not crossed my mind.
I have never had a “type” when it comes to women but
I know what I like, unfortunately, knowing what you like and getting it are quite often incompatible.
However it was not to be today, I’m sure there will me another opportunity and besides I liked Pandy a lot and she was great company.
It was a pleasant morning; warmer than it had been the previous few days, with the skies mainly blue expanse broken only by the occasional passing cloud.
The wind that had been affecting everyone’s scorecards of the past week had finally died away so I was expecting a pleasant round.
Considering the clement weather the course was very quiet,
We tee-ed off at 10.30 with no one waiting behind us and the twosome in front of us were probably two holes ahead.
Pandora was looking as lovely as the weather; she was wearing a large peaked white cap with her shortish blonde hair scraped into a pony tail sticking out the back.
The rest of her outfit was all matching, predominately white with yellow trim, Polo shirt, short flared skirt and ankle socks.
Her ensemble was then finished off with white Golf shoes and a yellow glove.
It was as she retrieved her ball from the cup on the first green I noticed that even her knickers were white with yellow piping.
Now I had noticed that since I had started writing bodice rippers, which is according to my mother effectively soft porn
I seemed to be permanently horny and I looked at almost every woman with a renewed appreciation if not with a pornographers eye, Victoria Braithwaite being the exception that proves the rule.
However my horniness aside, Pandora was still undoubtedly a very attractive woman and even if I was not a scribbler of slutty romances I would still appreciate her finer points like the way her hips moved when she strikes the ball they way her tits kept moving after the ball had gone, the way she wiggled as she walked down the fairway and the way her buttocks clenched when she was preparing to putt.
So as we played our way around the course I came to appreciate just how attractive she was, her body was nicely toned and she had a nice shape and over all was in very good order for a woman just turned forty.
But despite my recent penchant for all things crumpet I have always tried to avoid fishing in someone else’s pond no matter how attractive the body of water might be and the lovely Pandora was married to the club Capt and apart from the moral issue he was a big bloke.
Well despite my horniness and the distraction of Pandy
I had managed to card a pretty fair score all in all but Pandora was having a great round and by the time we reached the 17th tee Pandy was 7 shots ahead of me.
Which didn’t bother me on any level, I am not a macho man who can’t bear to lose to a woman and quite frankly I have just never been a competitor.
It has never mattered to me who wins as long as its enjoyable and playing with Pandora had been fun.
I can hear my mother saying now “it’s only a game”
to some of course its more than that and winning is all that matters I always avoid playing with people like that if I can help it.
Pandy I’m pleased to say was not one of them.
The 17th was a blind hole, although it was a par three it was a very tricky hole.
You had to hit off an elevated tee over some 90 yards of nasty rough culminating in a hundred foot drop down a sandstone cliff to the green below which had bunkers on three sides.
As you follow the path from the 16th green it passes close to the cliff edge and affords you a clear view of the green, if the green is in use you make your way to the tee and wait for the bell to ring before you play on.
As we looked down from the path the green was empty so we knew we were safe to play.
I went first as I had won the previous hole and I hit a very decent shot right down the middle.
Then Pandy hit hers and although she cleared the rough she uncharacteristically sliced it off to the right.
"Oh shit,” she exclaimed also uncharacteristic
"Never mind Pand" I said, “you might be safe there”
We collected our trolleys and followed the long winding path down to the green.
When we got there my ball was on the edge of the green and I thought to myself I should easily make par.
Pandy’s ball though was no where to be seen, so we left our trolleys at the front of the green and we went in search of it Pandy in front of me a short iron in hand in case she had to hack the ball out.
Once passed the apron we entered the woods, after the long walk down from the tee it was nice to get out of the sun for a minute and enjoy the cool dappled shade.
After an initial clearing the woods got very thick very quickly.
There was an old fallen tree halting our progress with gaps beneath it clearly visible.
"It must have rolled under here" she said as she stood on tiptoe and lent over the trunk amongst the tangle of branches
the result of which was a perfect view of her pristine white pants.
She was thrashing about at the undergrowth the other side of the tree with her club in an effort to find her ball and having no luck and with each whack resulted in a delightful quiver of her buttocks.
Now if I had been a gentleman I would have offered to find her ball for her but I would then have been denied the magnificent view of her white clad buttocks jiggling before my lascivious eyes.
“It must be in here” she said thrashing about some more
“Can you see anything from where you are?
“No I can’t see it yet” I replied when actually seeing quite a lot from where I was.
She wriggled forward slightly until her toes were off the floor
And more of her lovely arse was visible.
Then to my absolute delight in an effort to prevent her overbalancing her left leg shot out side ways and the resulting rearrangement of her buttocks caused her left cheek to become completely exposed as the knicker leg rolled between her cheeks.
Here we go again I thought.
I could hear Pandora muttering as she wriggled again on the log and wispy strands of curly hair appeared visible against her white panties.
This told me three important things firstly she kept her beaver wild and untamed, very sexy to me, second she was a natural blonde, not important but generally I like the collar and cuffs to match and thirdly we had passed the point of no return.
I moved in closer.
“Can you see it yet?” Was Pandora’s muffled shout
“No not yet” I replied lustfully staring at her crotch
Then another wriggle and there it was I was staring libidinously at her glistening Minge, My first glimpse of Pandora’s Box
“I can see it now” I said,
“Oh good, do you think you can reach it?”
“Oh yes Pandy no problem I’ll have my hand on it any second”
I prepared my approach so I could slip my two fingers straight between her lips before she knew what was happening.
“There I’ve got it” I said as my fingers entered her damp crack
“oh Simon, what…? Mm”
She was only slightly moist when I first fingered her gash but she lathered up very quickly to my ministrations and soon she was dripping.
She started to wriggle backwards and at first I thought she wanted me to stop so I hesitated and prepared to withdraw my now wet fingers.
But to my delight she just wanted to gain some purchase.
Her gloved hand gripped a branch and her right hand discarded the club and was now supporting her weight on the main trunk.
Then she began rubbing her pussy against my static fingers.
As I continued she was moaning rhythmically to my touch the tone of her moans was as syrupy as her pussy.
Then I brought her to climax and it was time to fuck her.
As I continued to stroke her quim, I dropped my trousers and took out my cock, pulling on it to expose my purple helmet.
Then I pushed my thumb inside the elastic of her panties and pulled the fabric aside to fully exposed her hairy cunny, she moaned as I then rubbed my knob along her wet slit and her juice glistened in the dappled sunlight and I repeated this again and again and each time her moan grew louder then she could wait no longer and she wriggled back towards me like a fish and slid down my shaft letting out the loudest moan of pleasure as I entered, her velvet juices immersed my member like warm honey and she moaned audibly with pleasure.
As she gripped on to the tree and I pounded her pussy from behind I reached up and yanked her shirt from her waist band then quickly scooped up the front of her sports bra to release her ripe fruits which I greedily groped and squeezed.
Her moans gave way to yelps and squeals growing ever more intense as my rhythm increased until she screamed and her body shuddered and then I shot into her, my cock was still twitching inside her hot pussy as she relaxed and let out a long languorous sigh.
After a moment or two, I kissed her on the neck as I slowly withdrew my cock from her comfortable cunt and she sighed again.
As I redressed myself Pandora was still clinging onto the tree completely spent.
Pandy was still periodically sighing as she lay in exactly the same position as she was when I pulled out of her and with each sigh her left leg would twitch.
I tucked a folded hankie in my pants to make sure I completed the round without sporting a wet patch on my trousers.
I smiled wryly and thought to myself as I stared at the exhausted Pandora and the bejeweled patch around her Minge that she was going to be wet all the way back to the club house and then some.
After a few minutes and several more satisfied sighs she slid herself off the tree trunk and her legs almost gave way, she giggled.
The extent and depth of her convulsive orgasms had left her unsteady on her feet.
“Are you ok” I asked
“Oh yes” she said very definitely and smiled coyly
Once she regained the full use of her legs she turned away from the tree and she was completely disheveled.
Her cap was all askew, her sports bra was almost up around her neck, she had one magnificent breast exposed its teat pink and proud, it’s neighbour although covered could not conceal its equally erect nipple.
She eventually got herself redressed and relatively tidy though to me she did still have the look of a woman, who had just had a good seeing to.
Then she suddenly remembered her discarded club, which she managed to reach through one of the gaps under the tree. However once on hands and knees I could see clearly her knickers were still well up her crack.
She stood up and brushed the dirt off her knees and straightened her clothes
“Knickers” I said
“What?”
I put my hand up her skirt and squeezed her ample cheek.
“Oh” she said, laughed and then blushed, then in a perfectly executed movement, not unlike a ballet step, involving her leg swinging sideways, both knees bending and the introduction of one hand up her skirt, her pants were reset to their original setting.
So with both of us fully redressed we were ready to leave the wood.
“Wait a minute” I said
“What? What?” she said frantically rechecking her clothes
“What have I forgotten?” she said pleadingly
“This” I said planting a kiss on her lips
“Oh” Pandora said, “I’m glad we didn’t forget that”
And then she kissed me back in a long warm liquid kiss.
Then we broke away and smiled at each other briefly then emerged into the sunlight.
Then she stopped suddenly
“What about my ball?” she asked, “Should I take a drop?”
I looked at her and smiled
“No that’s fine lets just call it a Gimme” I replied
And she blushed deeply
As she walked towards her trolley I could see she was still a little unsteady on her feet, which for some reason caused my cock to twitch.
I followed her down the path and watched her stop by the bell
I walked up and stood directly behind her.
Beside the bell was a sign
“Ring the bell once, when finished”
“Go on then Pandy” I said
“They must be referring to you”
She blushed and turned away
Her gloved hand grabbed the bell rope
Her right hand reached behind her to hold mine.
And she rang the bell 5 times
On the par 5, 18th Pandora’s game deserted her and she dropped six shots but she still beat me by one stroke.
When we got to the clubhouse we sat on the terrace having a drink,.
We were sitting quietly reflecting on the day’s events, Pandora with a self-satisfied smile about her lips, when Judith Hunt, my next-door neighbour, joined us.
“Hello you two, have you had a good round?”
She asked picking up our scorecards
“Bless me Pandy what happened on the 18th you really went to pieces”
“My mind was obviously elsewhere” she replied
“Back in the woods” I whispered
Pandora kicked me under the table
“What was that?” asked Judith
“Nothing” I said.
“And what about you” Judith said perusing my card
“You got a par on 17?” she said in astonishment
“Yes” I said, “I think I’ve found my fauvourite hole”
Pandy sprayed the mouthful of drink she was about to swallow all over a passing waiter.
And immediately went scarlet, though everyone assumed it because she nearly choked.
Judith went on to say my application had been accepted and
I was the latest “Member of the Club” I think it’s going to be a big title to live up to but I felt I had made a passable start.
Thursday, 21 June 2012
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 02) Family Relations
Simon Fisher’s star was definitely in the ascendency but the change in the fortunes of my writing career was not universally well received, my publisher liked it, my new agent loved it, the bank manager was ecstatic about it but my mother was disgusted by it.
Furthermore my darling supportive mother said she would rather tell people I was in prison than tell them I wrote “bodice rippers”, or as my father called them “Trouser ticklers”.
Still every cloud had a silver lining, this one being that mum would ignore me for a while and leave me in peace, which suited me as I was looking to find a suitable recipient for my resident lust.
I should perhaps explain but since I embarked on my latest literary journey, my agent came up with that phrase, but since I began I have been permanently horny.
Georgia had gone back to University and wouldn’t return until after her exams, Emily and Jenny, the flirty virgins were also deep into their exams and the weather had kept me off the Golf course and everyone else indoors.
However as it was Friday also known as gardening day, or Frankie’s day, there was some hope on the horizon.
Frankie would be in my sights.
She was my buxom ginger gardener, a big chested thirty something with a great unruly shock of ginger hair.
Not at first glance an obvious choice for my advances you might say and I would normally have agreed with you.
I suppose you’re thinking that I’m a really shallow man, any port in a storm, that kind of thing.
But the truth of the matter is that I really started to fancy her after I discovered she had hairy armpits which for some reason really turned me on.
I extrapolated that the unruly mass of hair plus hairy armpits equaled the prospect of a very hairy growler, and when I mused on the prospect of her having unshaven legs it gave me the very slightest hint of an additional trouser tickle.
So I’m not the shallow person you thought I was I am in fact just a pervert.
Now she’s quite a muscular unit about 5ft 10 probably not the most agile partner and she would not be easy to maneuver but I estimated she would not be left wanting in the stamina department.
So it was while I was staring through the window watching the robust Frankie bent over a planter, her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined buttocks that I thought to myself I would love to have a crack at that.
I was about to formulate a plan as to how I was going to impress her with my dibber when the phone rang.
“Oh shit” I said reading the caller ID.
“Hi mum, its lovely to hear from you” I said with as much sincerity as I could muster
“Hello Simon, you’re not getting any better at that are you? Listen I’ll get straight to the point, Auntie Liz and Uncle Ken have asked if you could put Molly up for a week, and I said yes on your behalf”
“What?” I said shocked
“You remember Molly, you were inseparable when you were kids” she continued oblivious to my protest.
“Yes I do remember her but why the hell did you do that” I shouted
“Calm down Simon, for goodness sake, stop making such a fuss.
She is family after all, how bad can it be?
The girl’s doing some training at Kiddingstone general and it’ll save her the cost of a hotel”
“But it’s not Convenient” I protested
“It will interfere with my work”
“I’m not even going to discuss your so called work” she retorted
“You’ll have to call them back and say no” I said firmly
“I can’t possibly do that; it will make me look foolish”
“But it’s really going to cramp my style” I said as I spotted one of Frankie’s nipples standing proud through her tee-shirt.
“You haven’t got any style Simon especially since you started writing pornography” mum retorted
“Now listen Simon this will really help to cement family relations you know how bad things have been between the families, how strained and difficult it’s been since Uncle John impregnated Kens sister Lucy”
“Apart from the inconvenience” I explained “I don’t really want a stranger in the house”
“Nonsense you used to get on really well when you were children”
“I haven’t seen her for 10 years” I responded but I knew I was losing
“Molly will be no trouble at all she was always a nice girl and you’ll hardly see her anyway”
“She’s arriving Saturday” she said hurriedly
“But” I interrupted
“Must dash Bye” and she was gone.
“Bollocks” I said and put down the phone.
How was I going to cope with her in my house, perhaps I could go and stay in a Hotel.
Mum was right Molly and I did get on well when we were kids, she was five years younger than me and yes we were inseparable.
But what mum didn’t know was that when I was seventeen the 12 year old Molly tried to kiss me and that was only the first time she tried at every opportunity until when she was 14 I found her naked in my bed.
I don’t know how it may have escalated after that all I can say is that I was mightily relieved when Uncle John knocked up Lucy and we stopped spending holidays together.
Now she was going to be staying under my roof for a week
It was going to be so embarrassing.
Well I thought encouragingly at least I’ve still got time to have a bash at bashing in Frankie’s back door before Molly arrives but when I turned around I just got sight of her big round arse disappearing through the side gate.
“Oh shit”
Clearly I was going to have to take myself in hand.
Well Saturday came and Uncle Ken and Aunty Liz arrived to drop Molly off, it was a family reunion totally lacking even an ounce of warmth, I offered them both a drink but they declined,
And I have to say I was not disappointed when they did.
So they kissed their daughter goodbye before perfunctorily thanking me for helping out and all at once they were gone leaving me and Molly quite alone apart that is for the elephant in the room.
As I suspected there was a distinct awkwardness and I got the distinct impression she wasn’t any happier being my house guest any more than I was to be her host.
She was still as pretty as she was when I last saw her but she had lost the puppy fat if that’s the PC way of saying it.
She was taller now about 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair, a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits
I could give quite a clinical appraisal of her assets because she did nothing for me sexually at all any more than she did when she was a teenager, even the fact that she was a nurse didn’t add to her allure and you know how much I like a uniform.
But I don’t want to sound shallow because it wasn’t because she was a bit of a chubster when we were kids she was well cute it was never about her physical form its just that we were very close and Molly was more like a sister and how could I shag my own sister.
I can tell you now that when I was 17 I had a permanent hard on and if it had been any other chubby 14 year old naked under my duvet I would have shagged her in a heartbeat.
I hope that proves that I’m not shallow.
“Its very kind of you to do this” she said “Thank you”
“No problem” I lied
Then came the first of the embarrassed silences as we stood together in the kitchen without the first idea what to talk about.
“Look I’ll give you a quick tour show you where everything is, settle you in your room and then I’m afraid I need to get some work done, I have a deadline fast approaching” I lied again.
“Sure I have some studying I need to do before Monday” she said unconvincingly.
Then another embarrassed silence.
“Spare key” I said pointing to the table “just come and go as you please”
“Thanks Simon” she said
“You have the run of the house except my” I almost said bedroom “study, that’s a definite no go”
She nodded
So I gave her the tour and carried her bag to her room.
“And this is your room, bathroom is next door, and I’m sorry but I really have to get on now” and I quickly turned and walked away.
“Thanks Again” she called after me, and I’m sure I heard her let out a sigh.
I think she was just as relieved as I was that, that was over and I’m sure she was equally happy that we would be seeing as little as possible of each other.
We managed very well to avoid one another, the occasional meeting on the stairs, a coincidental clash in the kitchen, contact minimal, conversation likewise. Embarrassed silences kept to a bare minimum.
That was until Wednesday when we both happened to be going out the front door at the same time and although we desperately wanted to; neither of us could, either think of an excuse to go back or didn’t have the time to, so we ended up walking into the village together.
The conversation was forced and painful and was littered with our stock in trade, the embarrassed silence, and I think we both sighed when we reached our parting of the ways, me towards the doctors surgery and her towards the station in her uniform.
It was my first visit to the doctor’s surgery, as a patient that is.
I registered with them when I first arrived in the village back in January but this was my first appointment.
The reason for this visit was quite routine, I had surgery on my knee the year before and the hospital had contacted my GP in London to book me a follow up appointment with a view to discharging me. But because I’d changed GP and now came under an entirely different hospital trust my new GP had been asked to ascertain my status as she was a part time orthopedic consultant for my new trust.
I expected the doctor to be some geriatric old fart who still set broken jaws in pre war American football helmets.
However on arriving at the surgery I was informed that my appointment was with Dr Andrews, with no indication of age or gender and my vision switched between male geriatric old fart and female 1970s Russian hammer thrower.
Oh yes I was still frustratedly horny.
At that moment I would have taken the hammer thrower.
I sat down and grabbed the top magazine off the stack and turned the page, full page advert for healthy breakfast cereal featuring a girl in her underwear.
Next page and advert for toothpaste with a girl in skimpy nightie, the next page was a double page spread for mascara with several ear naked girls in matching underwear.
I through the magazine back down where I got it and sat back and tried not to thing about crumpet.
My name was called after about half an hour and I walked down the corridor and through the open door and was greeted not by a geriatric old fart, nor a Russian hammer thrower but a very attractive female Dr, who was emitting a very exotic perfume every time she moved.
I made a quick appraisal; I was getting quite good at those now, pretty face, blue eyes, soft shoulder length brown hair,. 5t 3 or 4, early thirties, nice figure, everything where it should be, equally proportioned.
Oh oh a trouser tickle.
“Good morning Mr. Fisher” she said as she perused my notes “take a seat”
“Morning Doctor” I replied as I sat
Then almost as soon as my arse hit the seat she said.
“Sorry, let’s have you up on the table”
I got up and proceeded to climb onto the table when she said
“Ok let’s have the trousers off first”
So I got off dropped my trousers and got back on again feeling more than a little pissed, Sit down, get up, up down up again, it had even curtailed my horniness.
As soon as I settled on the table she said “well I can see straight away you have full mobility in the joint and you’re not favouring your other leg which is good”
Which is when I realized that the sit down, get up, up down and up again was just to test my knee without giving me a chance to think about what I was doing.
Then she began a more detailed exam of the knee which is when I started to notice a little bit of pale pink bra strap, a glimpse of lace edging inside her sweater, the silhouette of a nipple, pushing through the wool, the neat hips and the beautifully round buttocks, and oh yes the horniness was back.
I was conscious that I might start a bulge in my pants and was aware that I still had to get off the table again which could be a bit tricky not to mention undignified with a boner.
So I started thinking about cricket that normally works but then it was women’s cricket and they were all naked save for their shows, gloves, hats and pads.
God knows what the reading would have been if she took my blood pressure.
“Well that all looks fine” She said then added “do you have any swelling?”
“Pardon” I said rather dry mouthed
“In you knee, do you ever have any swelling”
“No, no never” I said
“Any pain or discomfort otherwise?” asked the doctor
“It aches sometimes in the damp weather”
“Sadly that happens to us all and has nothing to do with the surgery” and smiled
“Ok get your trousers on” and added “I’m very happy with it so I have no reservations about giving the trust the green light to discharge you”
“That’s great thanks doctor” I said as I got up to leave.
“Obviously if you do develop any problems with it just come back and see me” she added finally
“Thanks again Doctor” I gave her a smile and left.
On the way back home I decided to call in at the corner shop and see the lovely Shulah.
The shop was owned and run by Omid although it was his young wife Shulah and her Aunt Anjuli who did all the work.
He was a surly old goat and old enough to be her father in fact he was old enough to be my father.
Shulah and her Aunt though were both lovely Shushu was a few years younger than me, tall and slim but her thick back combed hair made her look even taller.
She was a Skinny girl but not in a boney way she just had a skinny frame I was sure she would be extremely flexible.
Her eyes were big and almost black and she had a huge toothy smile which lit up the whole shop if not the street.
The rest of her figure was concealed beneath her loose fitting robe affair, but I would bet money she had pert little breasts under there.
I always flirt dreadfully with her and her aunt and they would always flirt back.
And when it came time to pay there was always a lingering exchange where our hands would almost touch but not quite occasionally I would caress her hand with my thumb or brush my fingertips against hers and she would blush, and if she was in the shop I would brush passed her very close and she would get very flustered.
Alas today they were at the cash and carry only the surly old goat was in the shop and he was sat on his arse watching cricket.
Later that evening I had a shower and shave and was preparing to spend the evening at the club to catch up with the latest gossip and find someone suitable to scratch my itch, when I remembered I had left my after shave in the main bathroom, I had been using the en suite since Molly arrived for obvious reasons.
So I walked across the landing wearing a towel and without hesitating entered the main bathroom, walked to the sink, found my aftershave amongst all the feminine potions and powders that had appeared on the shelf and was just turning to leave as Molly stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her rosebud nipples and running down her beautiful firm young body to her shaven haven.
I know I stood staring at her for longer than I should but I struggled to draw my eyes away.
Then I said,
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think”
At which point she grabbed the towel and covered herself.
And I headed hurriedly out the door repeating
“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry” Until I reached the sanctuary of my room.
I took my towel off and glanced down
“Oh Fantastic, you’re just what I need” I said to my erection
I don’t know what you think you’re doing she’s still like your bloody sister”
And there I stood for God knows how long with my hands on my head muttering to my erect penis.
“I suppose I’m going to have to deal with you in a minute” I said to him
Then the door opened and Molly came in wearing a dressing gown and stared at my erect cock.
“I’m.…” I started to say but she put a finger up to her lips gesturing me to silence.
Then she undid the belt of her robe and it fell open briefly before she dropped the toweling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness, all dry, perfumed and powdered.
She walked towards me and kissed me I put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek she put her on my shaft and began gently tugging on my cock.
Then for some unknown reason I placed my other hand on her neck while her spare hand started rubbing her clit.
Then after what seems like an eternity she pushed me back violently so I was sitting on the bed, she stood in front of me and sucked the grease off her finger before she climbed on my lap and in one fluid motion slid her cunny down my shaft.
I let out a gasp and she released a long soft moaning sigh.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I was 12” Molly said and laughed before kissing me urgently on the mouth.
As she did so she rose and fell on me sliding her tight hot pussy up and down my shaft moaning softly with each penetration her lips sliding from my tip to my root greasing my balls.
Suddenly she stopped kissing me and pushed me backwards saying “get on your back”
Then she gave me two slow liquid strokes before she crawled along my body until her creamy cunny was in reach of my tongue its open petals inviting me to taste their tang and I eagerly obliged starting at the heart shaped mole on her lip before sucking on her.
It wasn’t long before she was writhing with pleasure as I devoured her flesh then she shuddered and moaned in orgasm.
All of a sudden she was off me again crawling up the bed throwing herself down when she reached the pillows ending up on her back with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juices.
“Now you can fuck me” Molly said giggling.
I rapidly crawled up the bed and then slowly crawled up her kissing her belly, her plump tits and then sucking her teat before I reached her mouth and when our tongues engaged
My throbbing cock homed in on her crack like a guided missile or should that be guided muscle.
Either way, I was in her pussy deeply and her thighs gripped me tight while I pounded on her the pace increasing steadily faster and faster we moaned and grunted in unison as we sped on and on until we reached maximum velocity and we both exploded in utter ecstasy.
I rolled off her and there we lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.
Then I looked at her and said
“Was that worth waiting 12 years for”?
“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.
“Even if you had fancied me it wouldn’t have been like that when we were kids”
“I never said I didn’t fancy you” I corrected her
“Then why did you react the way you did when I was in your bed”?
“Naked in my bed” I corrected her again
“Ok naked” she snapped
“But why”?
So I told her the whole story all about the feelings I had for her and why I acted as I did.
Then after digesting all I had told her she said
“So let me get this right it wasn’t that you didn’t fancy me when you rejected my advances, it was because you thought of me as a sister”?
“Yes” I replied
There was a prolonged silence then she spoke
“You weirdo you just fucked your sister”
“Yes” I agreed
“Urgh weirdo, your just a pervert” she said laughing
“Well by that token you just fucked your brother, nympho”
“No not at all, I just had sex with my cousin who I’ve fancied since I was 12” Molly corrected me in a rather superior tone
“Fair comment”
“But urgh you did incest, you’re a freaky pervy paedo”
I just looked down my nose at her and said
“Do you want to do it again or not”?
“Oh God yes” She said
Suffice is to say I didn’t make it to the club that memorable Wednesday night as my itch was well and truly scratched by Molly and we spent the rest of the week humping and grunting.
But it was on Friday night that I had Molly laying bent across my lap her black tights down around her knees. Navy blue knicker half way down her thighs and the blue nurse’s uniform rucked up about her hips.
All of which left exposed her firm round buttocks still wearing the fresh red hands prints of an excellent spanking her globes had just received.
There was also a very stimulating audible squelching from Molly’s pussy where I was frigging it with two fingers.
My double digit ministrations eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang and
I picked it up with my dry hand.
It was mum,
“Listen Simon, Liz and Ken can’t pick Molly up until Sunday, can you put her up for another night”
“No problem” I said my fingers still deep into Molly’s wetness
“I’m going to put it up her any minute”
“What was that dear?”
I said “Tell them not to worry about it for a minute”
“Are you sure its ok darling you really don’t mind? I thought you’d be ready to see the back of her by now”
I looked down at Molly squirming on my lap her cheeks jiggling as I fingered her and thought I’m always glad to see a view like that
“Tell them we’ll see them on Sunday” and hung up
“Is that ok with you Molly?” I said to her
I don’t think she really heard the question but she did shout out oh yes.
Furthermore my darling supportive mother said she would rather tell people I was in prison than tell them I wrote “bodice rippers”, or as my father called them “Trouser ticklers”.
Still every cloud had a silver lining, this one being that mum would ignore me for a while and leave me in peace, which suited me as I was looking to find a suitable recipient for my resident lust.
I should perhaps explain but since I embarked on my latest literary journey, my agent came up with that phrase, but since I began I have been permanently horny.
Georgia had gone back to University and wouldn’t return until after her exams, Emily and Jenny, the flirty virgins were also deep into their exams and the weather had kept me off the Golf course and everyone else indoors.
However as it was Friday also known as gardening day, or Frankie’s day, there was some hope on the horizon.
Frankie would be in my sights.
She was my buxom ginger gardener, a big chested thirty something with a great unruly shock of ginger hair.
Not at first glance an obvious choice for my advances you might say and I would normally have agreed with you.
I suppose you’re thinking that I’m a really shallow man, any port in a storm, that kind of thing.
But the truth of the matter is that I really started to fancy her after I discovered she had hairy armpits which for some reason really turned me on.
I extrapolated that the unruly mass of hair plus hairy armpits equaled the prospect of a very hairy growler, and when I mused on the prospect of her having unshaven legs it gave me the very slightest hint of an additional trouser tickle.
So I’m not the shallow person you thought I was I am in fact just a pervert.
Now she’s quite a muscular unit about 5ft 10 probably not the most agile partner and she would not be easy to maneuver but I estimated she would not be left wanting in the stamina department.
So it was while I was staring through the window watching the robust Frankie bent over a planter, her dungaree’s stretched tight across her well-defined buttocks that I thought to myself I would love to have a crack at that.
I was about to formulate a plan as to how I was going to impress her with my dibber when the phone rang.
“Oh shit” I said reading the caller ID.
“Hi mum, its lovely to hear from you” I said with as much sincerity as I could muster
“Hello Simon, you’re not getting any better at that are you? Listen I’ll get straight to the point, Auntie Liz and Uncle Ken have asked if you could put Molly up for a week, and I said yes on your behalf”
“What?” I said shocked
“You remember Molly, you were inseparable when you were kids” she continued oblivious to my protest.
“Yes I do remember her but why the hell did you do that” I shouted
“Calm down Simon, for goodness sake, stop making such a fuss.
She is family after all, how bad can it be?
The girl’s doing some training at Kiddingstone general and it’ll save her the cost of a hotel”
“But it’s not Convenient” I protested
“It will interfere with my work”
“I’m not even going to discuss your so called work” she retorted
“You’ll have to call them back and say no” I said firmly
“I can’t possibly do that; it will make me look foolish”
“But it’s really going to cramp my style” I said as I spotted one of Frankie’s nipples standing proud through her tee-shirt.
“You haven’t got any style Simon especially since you started writing pornography” mum retorted
“Now listen Simon this will really help to cement family relations you know how bad things have been between the families, how strained and difficult it’s been since Uncle John impregnated Kens sister Lucy”
“Apart from the inconvenience” I explained “I don’t really want a stranger in the house”
“Nonsense you used to get on really well when you were children”
“I haven’t seen her for 10 years” I responded but I knew I was losing
“Molly will be no trouble at all she was always a nice girl and you’ll hardly see her anyway”
“She’s arriving Saturday” she said hurriedly
“But” I interrupted
“Must dash Bye” and she was gone.
“Bollocks” I said and put down the phone.
How was I going to cope with her in my house, perhaps I could go and stay in a Hotel.
Mum was right Molly and I did get on well when we were kids, she was five years younger than me and yes we were inseparable.
But what mum didn’t know was that when I was seventeen the 12 year old Molly tried to kiss me and that was only the first time she tried at every opportunity until when she was 14 I found her naked in my bed.
I don’t know how it may have escalated after that all I can say is that I was mightily relieved when Uncle John knocked up Lucy and we stopped spending holidays together.
Now she was going to be staying under my roof for a week
It was going to be so embarrassing.
Well I thought encouragingly at least I’ve still got time to have a bash at bashing in Frankie’s back door before Molly arrives but when I turned around I just got sight of her big round arse disappearing through the side gate.
“Oh shit”
Clearly I was going to have to take myself in hand.
Well Saturday came and Uncle Ken and Aunty Liz arrived to drop Molly off, it was a family reunion totally lacking even an ounce of warmth, I offered them both a drink but they declined,
And I have to say I was not disappointed when they did.
So they kissed their daughter goodbye before perfunctorily thanking me for helping out and all at once they were gone leaving me and Molly quite alone apart that is for the elephant in the room.
As I suspected there was a distinct awkwardness and I got the distinct impression she wasn’t any happier being my house guest any more than I was to be her host.
She was still as pretty as she was when I last saw her but she had lost the puppy fat if that’s the PC way of saying it.
She was taller now about 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair, a nice arse, great legs and very decent tits
I could give quite a clinical appraisal of her assets because she did nothing for me sexually at all any more than she did when she was a teenager, even the fact that she was a nurse didn’t add to her allure and you know how much I like a uniform.
But I don’t want to sound shallow because it wasn’t because she was a bit of a chubster when we were kids she was well cute it was never about her physical form its just that we were very close and Molly was more like a sister and how could I shag my own sister.
I can tell you now that when I was 17 I had a permanent hard on and if it had been any other chubby 14 year old naked under my duvet I would have shagged her in a heartbeat.
I hope that proves that I’m not shallow.
“Its very kind of you to do this” she said “Thank you”
“No problem” I lied
Then came the first of the embarrassed silences as we stood together in the kitchen without the first idea what to talk about.
“Look I’ll give you a quick tour show you where everything is, settle you in your room and then I’m afraid I need to get some work done, I have a deadline fast approaching” I lied again.
“Sure I have some studying I need to do before Monday” she said unconvincingly.
Then another embarrassed silence.
“Spare key” I said pointing to the table “just come and go as you please”
“Thanks Simon” she said
“You have the run of the house except my” I almost said bedroom “study, that’s a definite no go”
She nodded
So I gave her the tour and carried her bag to her room.
“And this is your room, bathroom is next door, and I’m sorry but I really have to get on now” and I quickly turned and walked away.
“Thanks Again” she called after me, and I’m sure I heard her let out a sigh.
I think she was just as relieved as I was that, that was over and I’m sure she was equally happy that we would be seeing as little as possible of each other.
We managed very well to avoid one another, the occasional meeting on the stairs, a coincidental clash in the kitchen, contact minimal, conversation likewise. Embarrassed silences kept to a bare minimum.
That was until Wednesday when we both happened to be going out the front door at the same time and although we desperately wanted to; neither of us could, either think of an excuse to go back or didn’t have the time to, so we ended up walking into the village together.
The conversation was forced and painful and was littered with our stock in trade, the embarrassed silence, and I think we both sighed when we reached our parting of the ways, me towards the doctors surgery and her towards the station in her uniform.
It was my first visit to the doctor’s surgery, as a patient that is.
I registered with them when I first arrived in the village back in January but this was my first appointment.
The reason for this visit was quite routine, I had surgery on my knee the year before and the hospital had contacted my GP in London to book me a follow up appointment with a view to discharging me. But because I’d changed GP and now came under an entirely different hospital trust my new GP had been asked to ascertain my status as she was a part time orthopedic consultant for my new trust.
I expected the doctor to be some geriatric old fart who still set broken jaws in pre war American football helmets.
However on arriving at the surgery I was informed that my appointment was with Dr Andrews, with no indication of age or gender and my vision switched between male geriatric old fart and female 1970s Russian hammer thrower.
Oh yes I was still frustratedly horny.
At that moment I would have taken the hammer thrower.
I sat down and grabbed the top magazine off the stack and turned the page, full page advert for healthy breakfast cereal featuring a girl in her underwear.
Next page and advert for toothpaste with a girl in skimpy nightie, the next page was a double page spread for mascara with several ear naked girls in matching underwear.
I through the magazine back down where I got it and sat back and tried not to thing about crumpet.
My name was called after about half an hour and I walked down the corridor and through the open door and was greeted not by a geriatric old fart, nor a Russian hammer thrower but a very attractive female Dr, who was emitting a very exotic perfume every time she moved.
I made a quick appraisal; I was getting quite good at those now, pretty face, blue eyes, soft shoulder length brown hair,. 5t 3 or 4, early thirties, nice figure, everything where it should be, equally proportioned.
Oh oh a trouser tickle.
“Good morning Mr. Fisher” she said as she perused my notes “take a seat”
“Morning Doctor” I replied as I sat
Then almost as soon as my arse hit the seat she said.
“Sorry, let’s have you up on the table”
I got up and proceeded to climb onto the table when she said
“Ok let’s have the trousers off first”
So I got off dropped my trousers and got back on again feeling more than a little pissed, Sit down, get up, up down up again, it had even curtailed my horniness.
As soon as I settled on the table she said “well I can see straight away you have full mobility in the joint and you’re not favouring your other leg which is good”
Which is when I realized that the sit down, get up, up down and up again was just to test my knee without giving me a chance to think about what I was doing.
Then she began a more detailed exam of the knee which is when I started to notice a little bit of pale pink bra strap, a glimpse of lace edging inside her sweater, the silhouette of a nipple, pushing through the wool, the neat hips and the beautifully round buttocks, and oh yes the horniness was back.
I was conscious that I might start a bulge in my pants and was aware that I still had to get off the table again which could be a bit tricky not to mention undignified with a boner.
So I started thinking about cricket that normally works but then it was women’s cricket and they were all naked save for their shows, gloves, hats and pads.
God knows what the reading would have been if she took my blood pressure.
“Well that all looks fine” She said then added “do you have any swelling?”
“Pardon” I said rather dry mouthed
“In you knee, do you ever have any swelling”
“No, no never” I said
“Any pain or discomfort otherwise?” asked the doctor
“It aches sometimes in the damp weather”
“Sadly that happens to us all and has nothing to do with the surgery” and smiled
“Ok get your trousers on” and added “I’m very happy with it so I have no reservations about giving the trust the green light to discharge you”
“That’s great thanks doctor” I said as I got up to leave.
“Obviously if you do develop any problems with it just come back and see me” she added finally
“Thanks again Doctor” I gave her a smile and left.
On the way back home I decided to call in at the corner shop and see the lovely Shulah.
The shop was owned and run by Omid although it was his young wife Shulah and her Aunt Anjuli who did all the work.
He was a surly old goat and old enough to be her father in fact he was old enough to be my father.
Shulah and her Aunt though were both lovely Shushu was a few years younger than me, tall and slim but her thick back combed hair made her look even taller.
She was a Skinny girl but not in a boney way she just had a skinny frame I was sure she would be extremely flexible.
Her eyes were big and almost black and she had a huge toothy smile which lit up the whole shop if not the street.
The rest of her figure was concealed beneath her loose fitting robe affair, but I would bet money she had pert little breasts under there.
I always flirt dreadfully with her and her aunt and they would always flirt back.
And when it came time to pay there was always a lingering exchange where our hands would almost touch but not quite occasionally I would caress her hand with my thumb or brush my fingertips against hers and she would blush, and if she was in the shop I would brush passed her very close and she would get very flustered.
Alas today they were at the cash and carry only the surly old goat was in the shop and he was sat on his arse watching cricket.
Later that evening I had a shower and shave and was preparing to spend the evening at the club to catch up with the latest gossip and find someone suitable to scratch my itch, when I remembered I had left my after shave in the main bathroom, I had been using the en suite since Molly arrived for obvious reasons.
So I walked across the landing wearing a towel and without hesitating entered the main bathroom, walked to the sink, found my aftershave amongst all the feminine potions and powders that had appeared on the shelf and was just turning to leave as Molly stepped naked from the shower, with water dripping from her rosebud nipples and running down her beautiful firm young body to her shaven haven.
I know I stood staring at her for longer than I should but I struggled to draw my eyes away.
Then I said,
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think”
At which point she grabbed the towel and covered herself.
And I headed hurriedly out the door repeating
“Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry” Until I reached the sanctuary of my room.
I took my towel off and glanced down
“Oh Fantastic, you’re just what I need” I said to my erection
I don’t know what you think you’re doing she’s still like your bloody sister”
And there I stood for God knows how long with my hands on my head muttering to my erect penis.
“I suppose I’m going to have to deal with you in a minute” I said to him
Then the door opened and Molly came in wearing a dressing gown and stared at my erect cock.
“I’m.…” I started to say but she put a finger up to her lips gesturing me to silence.
Then she undid the belt of her robe and it fell open briefly before she dropped the toweling dressing gown to the floor revealing her nakedness, all dry, perfumed and powdered.
She walked towards me and kissed me I put a hand on her face and stroked her cheek she put her on my shaft and began gently tugging on my cock.
Then for some unknown reason I placed my other hand on her neck while her spare hand started rubbing her clit.
Then after what seems like an eternity she pushed me back violently so I was sitting on the bed, she stood in front of me and sucked the grease off her finger before she climbed on my lap and in one fluid motion slid her cunny down my shaft.
I let out a gasp and she released a long soft moaning sigh.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I was 12” Molly said and laughed before kissing me urgently on the mouth.
As she did so she rose and fell on me sliding her tight hot pussy up and down my shaft moaning softly with each penetration her lips sliding from my tip to my root greasing my balls.
Suddenly she stopped kissing me and pushed me backwards saying “get on your back”
Then she gave me two slow liquid strokes before she crawled along my body until her creamy cunny was in reach of my tongue its open petals inviting me to taste their tang and I eagerly obliged starting at the heart shaped mole on her lip before sucking on her.
It wasn’t long before she was writhing with pleasure as I devoured her flesh then she shuddered and moaned in orgasm.
All of a sudden she was off me again crawling up the bed throwing herself down when she reached the pillows ending up on her back with her legs spread wide displaying her swollen lips, while her gash oozed her tangy juices.
“Now you can fuck me” Molly said giggling.
I rapidly crawled up the bed and then slowly crawled up her kissing her belly, her plump tits and then sucking her teat before I reached her mouth and when our tongues engaged
My throbbing cock homed in on her crack like a guided missile or should that be guided muscle.
Either way, I was in her pussy deeply and her thighs gripped me tight while I pounded on her the pace increasing steadily faster and faster we moaned and grunted in unison as we sped on and on until we reached maximum velocity and we both exploded in utter ecstasy.
I rolled off her and there we lay exhausted and spent for an indeterminate period.
Then I looked at her and said
“Was that worth waiting 12 years for”?
“Oh God yes” she replied still panting.
“Even if you had fancied me it wouldn’t have been like that when we were kids”
“I never said I didn’t fancy you” I corrected her
“Then why did you react the way you did when I was in your bed”?
“Naked in my bed” I corrected her again
“Ok naked” she snapped
“But why”?
So I told her the whole story all about the feelings I had for her and why I acted as I did.
Then after digesting all I had told her she said
“So let me get this right it wasn’t that you didn’t fancy me when you rejected my advances, it was because you thought of me as a sister”?
“Yes” I replied
There was a prolonged silence then she spoke
“You weirdo you just fucked your sister”
“Yes” I agreed
“Urgh weirdo, your just a pervert” she said laughing
“Well by that token you just fucked your brother, nympho”
“No not at all, I just had sex with my cousin who I’ve fancied since I was 12” Molly corrected me in a rather superior tone
“Fair comment”
“But urgh you did incest, you’re a freaky pervy paedo”
I just looked down my nose at her and said
“Do you want to do it again or not”?
“Oh God yes” She said
Suffice is to say I didn’t make it to the club that memorable Wednesday night as my itch was well and truly scratched by Molly and we spent the rest of the week humping and grunting.
But it was on Friday night that I had Molly laying bent across my lap her black tights down around her knees. Navy blue knicker half way down her thighs and the blue nurse’s uniform rucked up about her hips.
All of which left exposed her firm round buttocks still wearing the fresh red hands prints of an excellent spanking her globes had just received.
There was also a very stimulating audible squelching from Molly’s pussy where I was frigging it with two fingers.
My double digit ministrations eliciting some wonderfully pleasurable moans from her when the phone rang and
I picked it up with my dry hand.
It was mum,
“Listen Simon, Liz and Ken can’t pick Molly up until Sunday, can you put her up for another night”
“No problem” I said my fingers still deep into Molly’s wetness
“I’m going to put it up her any minute”
“What was that dear?”
I said “Tell them not to worry about it for a minute”
“Are you sure its ok darling you really don’t mind? I thought you’d be ready to see the back of her by now”
I looked down at Molly squirming on my lap her cheeks jiggling as I fingered her and thought I’m always glad to see a view like that
“Tell them we’ll see them on Sunday” and hung up
“Is that ok with you Molly?” I said to her
I don’t think she really heard the question but she did shout out oh yes.
An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 01) The Taking Of Georgia
My name is Simon Fisher and I’m a writer of sorts and I’m sitting in front of my laptop staring at an open page in Word headed “An Untitled Novel by Simon Fisher” below it is one other word “The” followed by a space and the pulsing cursor irritatingly waiting for more, but if I give it more, it will, like some crazed addict, just keep demanding more it will never be satisfied.
If you hadn’t already guessed I have reached a hiatus in my writing career more commonly referred to as writers block.
It hadn’t always been like this, I’ve had some success in the field modest though it might be, and I wrote two novels which were successful, one stage play very well received and several screenplays perhaps less so.
This early flourish had at least provided me with a reasonable return and gave me something of a nest egg. But, why was there always a, but? But, my early success had petered away.
Luckily I didn’t go all Diva on my way up and have been able to survive on the good will of friends and acquaintances on the way down.
I milked all my contacts from Uni and the wider publishing world and picked up as many gigs as I could, a column here an essay there.
My literary agent was worse than bloody useless so we parted company I had a prolonged spell as an Agony Aunt which was most enlightening and I even had a three month stint as an Astrologer writing Horoscopes for a provincial publication while the regular numpty, Roxanne, went travelling to the East to find herself.
That gig ended when she returned after finding herself in Great Yarmouth.
I did everything to try and break the block, I even moved to London in an effort to immerse myself in its vibrant and colourful landscape with the hope that it might stimulate my writers bent.
But I just ended up getting pissed a lot.
So I had reached the fulcrum, I was 29 years old staring into the abyss of my thirties and the money I had accrued from my successful phase as an Author was now running dry.
I had a stark choice to make, firstly I could move to the states and join the swelling number of University graduates already there and try to compete with the fertile minds of those unconstrained by my affliction.
Second I could give up writing and get a proper job, a teacher maybe or God forbid an editor.
Or thirdly my personal favourite, pray hard so I could just shake the writers block.
As luck would have it fate took a hand and I didn’t have a decision to make.
My Uncle John died on New Years Day and left me his Cottage and a small cash sum more than enough to keep me going for a few more years.
I think he left it to me because he felt we were kindred spirits I really liked him, it was his tales of alcohol-induced debauchery that helped me when I was writing my novels.
His death was sudden though not unsurprising given his life style
So that’s how I found myself living in the quaint English village of Bushy Down in a lovely Victorian Cottage.
It’s a very tranquil place though not without its distractions, which you shall hear more of later.
From my study I can look out through the open French windows and across the expanse of lawn to a stand of ancient woodland that separates my garden from the golf course, there is no fence to separate garden and wood the two just merge.
The golf course is kind of the hub of the village, everyone goes there at some point and not just to play golf either there are two excellent restaurants, function rooms, a great bar all open to non members though you had to be a member to play or be the guest of a member.
Furthermore the club is crucial to the story because without it none of the following would have happened.
It was a glorious day at the beginning of May, unseasonably warm and the type of day that England was made for.
There was a big do on at the club to celebrate Pandora Parkinson-Browns 40th birthday, Pandy was the club Captains wife and she was a very popular character and a truly likeable person, as a result of which most of the village were there and subsequently a good deal of alcohol was consumed.
I arrived late at the party by a couple of hours as I’d been away for a few days and as a result I was obviously a good few drinks behind everyone else.
So I made my way to the bar and I was pleased to see the gorgeous Georgia was serving,
Ever since I first met her I’d had a soft spot for Georgie, or at least I fantasized about exploring her soft spot.
She was only just twenty and I later found out she was home for the weekend from Roehampton University where she was studying English and creative writing.
Since my arrival in the village back in January and it being known I was a writer it was perhaps not unsurprising that we would gravitate toward each other.
We had talked many times about her various writing assignments, which were her opportunity to pick my brains on writing issues and my chance to ogle her glorious bod at close quarters.
She was five foot eight with short bobbed brown hair, I’ve always liked a brunette, mesmerizing green eyes and a lovely figure suitably proportioned and all underpinned, excuse the pun, by stunning legs, sorry but I’m unashamedly a leg man.
As she was working the bar that day she was dressed in her uniform of short black skirt and crisp white blouse, always a nice combo, sorry I rather like uniforms as well.
“Hello stranger” She said smiling broadly
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming”
“Hi George” I replied, “I’ve only just got back from town”
She raised an enquiring eyebrow
“I had to see the solicitor again; they still haven’t completely wrapped up Uncle John’s estate”
She nodded understandingly
“Do you want the usual?”
“Yes please” I replied looking around at my fellow guests “Make it a large one it looks like I have some catching up to do, oh and have one yourself”
“I’ll have one later when I can enjoy it, if that’s ok?” she said as she set a large Gin and Tonic on the counter in front of me.
“No problem”
Just then a large group of punters arrived at the bar demanding her attention.
“I’ll see you later” I said and went in search of the birthday girl.
I was still trying to get to know people at the club but there were still more who were strangers than not.
Pandy however was not one of them she always made a point to make everyone’s acquaintance.
I soon found her, slightly the worse for wear sitting on the terrace surrounded by admirers, not that she realized they were admirers.
“Happy Birthday Pandy” I called
“Simon darling” she said as she shot to her feet and launched herself at me for a rather untidy embrace.
“I’m a bit squiffy” she slurred
By early evening a combination of too much Gin and the heat of the sun had left me a little spinny headed so I decided to call it a day and headed back across the 18th fairway and the woods beyond to the sanctuary of the cottage.
I had just stepped onto the fairway when I was hailed by Emily and Jenny, I turned to see them tottering towards me across the grass shoes in hand ever so slightly tipsy.
The girls were best friends, quite inseparable and very gorgeous but alas they were only 15 even though the kept reminding me they were actually 15 and three quarters, sadly that three quarters was not going to keep me out of jail if I did what I had thought of doing.
But they were both lovely girls and I liked them a lot and not just sexually.
Jenny was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Emily was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut party dresses they looked even more so.
They tottered up along side me each taking an arm Emily as always was flirting outrageously.
“Can we come back to yours Simon?” Emily said
“The olds won’t let us have another drink”
“Its not like we’re drunk or anything” Jenny chipped in
“Can we?” Emily said again
“Please Simon?” Jenny added
“Ok” I said, “as long as you behave”
“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Emily
“Will you spank us?” Jenny said and giggled
“You’ll get me arrested,” I said
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with two girls gave me a height advantage of more than a foot, affording me a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, I know I should be ashamed of ogling school girls breasts but I’m not.
Emily saw me looking at her plump brown tits and giggled so I looked again.
Then I compared them to Jenny’s pair when Emily whispered to her friend what I was doing she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent me looking again.
When we reached the cottage I left the giggling flirts outside while I went inside to change and came out 10 minutes later just wearing an old pair of baggy shorts and I joined the girls as they sat on the patio which was now in the shade and I gave the girls a glass of wine each.
Which on reflection was not the wisest thing to do, Emily kept leaning over me so I could have an unrestricted view of her tits, which was giving me a hard on like a milk bottle. In between glimpses of Emily’s pert jewels they danced around my garden flirting and flaunting and flashing their skimpy knickers whether knowingly or otherwise was immaterial as it was not diminishing the intensity of my erection.
Finally out of breath they tottered over to me breathless to drink their wine and sat their pert arses on my lap while they drank which made my cock throb and my balls ache.
Emily must have been able to feel my 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.
Anyway I decided that it had to stop so I pushed them up onto their feet and simultaneously gave their buttock a little pat but I 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 I nobly thought better of it, as I figured perhaps less nobly that in a few months they would be fair game.
“Time to go, before I do something I’ll regret”
“But we’re having fun” Jenny protested
“We don’t mind a bit of sexy fun” Emily said and blushed
Then both girls giggled
“When you’re old enough maybe,” I said reflecting on the time when it would be legal if not immoral to shag their collective brains out then I smacked each of them satisfyingly hard on their firm derrieres causing them to release delightful stereophonic squeals.
Then I sent them on their way. I struggled out of the chair so I could walk them to the woods but the enormity of my erection and my aching balls made getting up and then walking somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately I was wearing the baggy shorts.
The girls were someway in front of me by the time I got to the woods still giggling they turned and waved and Emily blew a kiss.
“You don’t know just how close I came to splitting your whiskers today girls,” I muttered under my breath
“Straight home and take care” I said aloud.
I made my way gingerly back to the cottage and went inside for a piss, which was hellish difficult with a hard on.
I had to lean forward like a ski jumper and I still managed to hit the cistern so I pissed in the shower instead.
By the time I got back to the patio my cock had reduced down to a semi but I still had the lovers balls.
I sat down and poured myself some wine and saw gorgeous Georgia emerge from the woods, I assumed she must have finished work for the day as she had changed out of her uniform and was wearing a lovely yellow summer dress and being the man I am I immediately wondered if her knickers matched which caused me a slight trouser tickle.
“If you’ve finished work come and have that drink”
“Ok I was hoping you’d say that”
She joined me on the patio and I poured her a drink,
“I saw the pretty girls leave” She said, a little bitterly “Everyone really loves the pretty girls”
“Yes” I said thoughtfully “I rather like a pretty girl myself”
She gave me a look and I continued “which is why I asked you in for a drink”
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
“No, you’re beautiful” I corrected her
She turned her head away coyly.
I put the drinks down on the table put my hand on her chin and turned her face towards me.
“You’re beautiful Georgia”
I was so close to her that her intoxicating perfume enveloped me I moved my hand from her chin and caressed her cheek while I stared into her beautifully hypnotic green eyes, and then I lent in and kissed her.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against mine and darting her tongue in my mouth.
Her arms immediately wrapped around me holding me so tight.
My left hand was on her hip pulling her pelvis towards my now throbbing cock; my right was now on her neck moving quickly to her shoulder.
My other hand moved from her hip up her back and slowly unzipped her dress, the hand on her shoulder pushing the strap of her dress down her arm to the elbow at which point Georgia slipped her arm out, and as the cotton fell away my hand was able to cup her exposed breast.
She sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as I toyed with her stiffening nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
I disengaged my mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach but I broke away again as I had other plans for my mouth.
Still fondling her breast I started to kiss and nibble down her neck while my other hand slipped her remaining shoulder strap off to expose her other pert little globe.
Which I quickly took hold of with my spare hand.
Briefly I returned my mouth to hers as I fondled both titties playing with her swollen peaks with my thumbs then my mouth went on a journey down her neck, shoulders and chest until I found myself kneeling in from of her and her beautiful firm round tits which I took turns on kissing, licking and sucking. Georgia was trembling, her left hand was on my shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering my hair as I sucked her teat.
My hands were now on her knees about to travel north, and as they slid slowly yet purposely upward as if to distract her from my intension I sucked hard on her nipple making her wince, she withdrew and I thought I had hurt her too much but instead she thrust her other teat between my lips for similar treatment and I duly obliged.
My hands meanwhile were nearing their objective and I felt the fabric of her panties beneath my finger tips.
My hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until my fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly I tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where gravity took over.
My hands were quickly occupied with her naked arse and I stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly.
Simultaneously I started edging her backward against the table.
Georgie adjusted her feet, at the same time kicking off her shoes and freeing one foot from her pants,
I was now pushing up the fabric of her dress and kissing her thighs I glanced down briefly to see her knickers loosely hanging around her ankle, which I found for some reason extremely erotic, and I thought to myself “they were yellow then”
As I kissed up her thigh I could smell her odour, which spurred me on, and very soon I was rubbing my face in her ample public curls.
I maneuvered her back further until she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while I knelt before her I looked up and saw Georgia was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for me to drink deeply of her heady mix of sweat mingled with her juices and pleasured her with my nose, my mouth, my tongue until I could wait no more and I got to my feet and kissed her, her pungent fragrance was all around my mouth and when I stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as my hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips.
I fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while I released my cock from its confines with the other.
Then I penetrated her and I felt her hymen break.
I stopped.
"I didn’t know you were a virgin"
I said, still inside her
I’d always assumed she was sexually active she was after all an attractive confident young woman with no shortage of admirers as far as I was aware and she’d been away at University for two years.
"I’m sorry" was her reply
“What for?” I said, my throbbing cock eager to continue
"For not being experienced, for not being any good" she said pulling her dress up to cover her tits
“I’m glad I’m the first” I replied “And I’m going to be second and third”
I pulled her dress back down exposing her gorgeous tits and kissed her
“We will have to discuss your serious self esteem issues in the afterglow”
I said as I gave her a full length, then another then another.
When Georgia came the first time I thought the table was going to collapse so I withdrew from her soaking wet cunny and droplets of her juice dripped off my glistening knob onto the patio
“Please, don’t stop” she entreated
“Don’t worry darling we’ll finish this inside on firmer ground, I don’t think this table will take any more of your passion”
I discarded my shorts and pants and stood before her wearing nothing but her cum.
She stood up and grasped the front of her dress to cover her modesty.
“Let go” I said “You’re beautiful remember”
She opened her hand and her dress fell to the floor, she stepped out of it but still had her yellow panties wrapped round her ankle, she made as if to shake it free but I said
“No leave them, its really sexy”
I held out my hand and she took it in hers and I led her inside and finished the job and when I finally lost my load into her tight young cunny it was like a dam bursting from my pulsating twitching member.
After a prolonged nap I awoke to find Georgia playing with my shaft and kissing and nibbling my ear so I fucked her tight little cunt again before I walked her home.
I had a feeling I would be visiting her delights on a regular basis.
I woke in the early hours with my head buzzing with words and phrases so I got up and went to my study where I opened my laptop, it was still on the same page headed “An Untitled Novel by Simon Fisher” and below it was one other word “The” followed by a space and the cursor pulsing, impatiently awaiting input, almost like it was tapping its foot as it stood ever ready to receive further instructions so I sat down and miraculously I began to type the words and they flowed out of me like a river, no a torrent.
Four hours later I stopped typing but only then because I was hungry and I found I had typed five chapters.
I was euphoric so I ate a hearty breakfast but decided on a hot shower before continuing.
While I was showering I began to think about my sexploits with Georgia the night before and I got a rather spectacular erection.
I returned to my computer having dealt rather satisfyingly with the unexpected erection and the river of words flowed again and I continued to write for the rest of the day and then I only stopped when I caught sight of Georgia coming across the lawn and I got a trouser tickle.
So thanks to two hot schoolgirls and a nubile student my writer’s block was gone, and it would appear I have a penchant for writing erotic novels, bodice rippers and slutty romances.
That knowledge gained from my time as an agony aunt will no doubt become invaluable.
However I decided not to publish under the name of Simon Fisher but rather decided to use a pen name and the one I settled on was Juliana Molesworth, not chosen because the use of a classy name might lend the book some literary weight but because it was the name of the girl who gave me my first blow job.
If you hadn’t already guessed I have reached a hiatus in my writing career more commonly referred to as writers block.
It hadn’t always been like this, I’ve had some success in the field modest though it might be, and I wrote two novels which were successful, one stage play very well received and several screenplays perhaps less so.
This early flourish had at least provided me with a reasonable return and gave me something of a nest egg. But, why was there always a, but? But, my early success had petered away.
Luckily I didn’t go all Diva on my way up and have been able to survive on the good will of friends and acquaintances on the way down.
I milked all my contacts from Uni and the wider publishing world and picked up as many gigs as I could, a column here an essay there.
My literary agent was worse than bloody useless so we parted company I had a prolonged spell as an Agony Aunt which was most enlightening and I even had a three month stint as an Astrologer writing Horoscopes for a provincial publication while the regular numpty, Roxanne, went travelling to the East to find herself.
That gig ended when she returned after finding herself in Great Yarmouth.
I did everything to try and break the block, I even moved to London in an effort to immerse myself in its vibrant and colourful landscape with the hope that it might stimulate my writers bent.
But I just ended up getting pissed a lot.
So I had reached the fulcrum, I was 29 years old staring into the abyss of my thirties and the money I had accrued from my successful phase as an Author was now running dry.
I had a stark choice to make, firstly I could move to the states and join the swelling number of University graduates already there and try to compete with the fertile minds of those unconstrained by my affliction.
Second I could give up writing and get a proper job, a teacher maybe or God forbid an editor.
Or thirdly my personal favourite, pray hard so I could just shake the writers block.
As luck would have it fate took a hand and I didn’t have a decision to make.
My Uncle John died on New Years Day and left me his Cottage and a small cash sum more than enough to keep me going for a few more years.
I think he left it to me because he felt we were kindred spirits I really liked him, it was his tales of alcohol-induced debauchery that helped me when I was writing my novels.
His death was sudden though not unsurprising given his life style
So that’s how I found myself living in the quaint English village of Bushy Down in a lovely Victorian Cottage.
It’s a very tranquil place though not without its distractions, which you shall hear more of later.
From my study I can look out through the open French windows and across the expanse of lawn to a stand of ancient woodland that separates my garden from the golf course, there is no fence to separate garden and wood the two just merge.
The golf course is kind of the hub of the village, everyone goes there at some point and not just to play golf either there are two excellent restaurants, function rooms, a great bar all open to non members though you had to be a member to play or be the guest of a member.
Furthermore the club is crucial to the story because without it none of the following would have happened.
It was a glorious day at the beginning of May, unseasonably warm and the type of day that England was made for.
There was a big do on at the club to celebrate Pandora Parkinson-Browns 40th birthday, Pandy was the club Captains wife and she was a very popular character and a truly likeable person, as a result of which most of the village were there and subsequently a good deal of alcohol was consumed.
I arrived late at the party by a couple of hours as I’d been away for a few days and as a result I was obviously a good few drinks behind everyone else.
So I made my way to the bar and I was pleased to see the gorgeous Georgia was serving,
Ever since I first met her I’d had a soft spot for Georgie, or at least I fantasized about exploring her soft spot.
She was only just twenty and I later found out she was home for the weekend from Roehampton University where she was studying English and creative writing.
Since my arrival in the village back in January and it being known I was a writer it was perhaps not unsurprising that we would gravitate toward each other.
We had talked many times about her various writing assignments, which were her opportunity to pick my brains on writing issues and my chance to ogle her glorious bod at close quarters.
She was five foot eight with short bobbed brown hair, I’ve always liked a brunette, mesmerizing green eyes and a lovely figure suitably proportioned and all underpinned, excuse the pun, by stunning legs, sorry but I’m unashamedly a leg man.
As she was working the bar that day she was dressed in her uniform of short black skirt and crisp white blouse, always a nice combo, sorry I rather like uniforms as well.
“Hello stranger” She said smiling broadly
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming”
“Hi George” I replied, “I’ve only just got back from town”
She raised an enquiring eyebrow
“I had to see the solicitor again; they still haven’t completely wrapped up Uncle John’s estate”
She nodded understandingly
“Do you want the usual?”
“Yes please” I replied looking around at my fellow guests “Make it a large one it looks like I have some catching up to do, oh and have one yourself”
“I’ll have one later when I can enjoy it, if that’s ok?” she said as she set a large Gin and Tonic on the counter in front of me.
“No problem”
Just then a large group of punters arrived at the bar demanding her attention.
“I’ll see you later” I said and went in search of the birthday girl.
I was still trying to get to know people at the club but there were still more who were strangers than not.
Pandy however was not one of them she always made a point to make everyone’s acquaintance.
I soon found her, slightly the worse for wear sitting on the terrace surrounded by admirers, not that she realized they were admirers.
“Happy Birthday Pandy” I called
“Simon darling” she said as she shot to her feet and launched herself at me for a rather untidy embrace.
“I’m a bit squiffy” she slurred
By early evening a combination of too much Gin and the heat of the sun had left me a little spinny headed so I decided to call it a day and headed back across the 18th fairway and the woods beyond to the sanctuary of the cottage.
I had just stepped onto the fairway when I was hailed by Emily and Jenny, I turned to see them tottering towards me across the grass shoes in hand ever so slightly tipsy.
The girls were best friends, quite inseparable and very gorgeous but alas they were only 15 even though the kept reminding me they were actually 15 and three quarters, sadly that three quarters was not going to keep me out of jail if I did what I had thought of doing.
But they were both lovely girls and I liked them a lot and not just sexually.
Jenny was the younger of the two by a few weeks, five foot two red hair and pale complexion and cutely freckled while Emily was an inch shorter with Jet-black hair and dark dusky skin.
They were both stunningly beautiful and wearing low cut party dresses they looked even more so.
They tottered up along side me each taking an arm Emily as always was flirting outrageously.
“Can we come back to yours Simon?” Emily said
“The olds won’t let us have another drink”
“Its not like we’re drunk or anything” Jenny chipped in
“Can we?” Emily said again
“Please Simon?” Jenny added
“Ok” I said, “as long as you behave”
“What will you do if we don’t?” asked Emily
“Will you spank us?” Jenny said and giggled
“You’ll get me arrested,” I said
Being over six foot tall and being arm in arm with two girls gave me a height advantage of more than a foot, affording me a wonderful view down the front of their low cut dresses, I know I should be ashamed of ogling school girls breasts but I’m not.
Emily saw me looking at her plump brown tits and giggled so I looked again.
Then I compared them to Jenny’s pair when Emily whispered to her friend what I was doing she blushed scarlet but made no attempt to prevent me looking again.
When we reached the cottage I left the giggling flirts outside while I went inside to change and came out 10 minutes later just wearing an old pair of baggy shorts and I joined the girls as they sat on the patio which was now in the shade and I gave the girls a glass of wine each.
Which on reflection was not the wisest thing to do, Emily kept leaning over me so I could have an unrestricted view of her tits, which was giving me a hard on like a milk bottle. In between glimpses of Emily’s pert jewels they danced around my garden flirting and flaunting and flashing their skimpy knickers whether knowingly or otherwise was immaterial as it was not diminishing the intensity of my erection.
Finally out of breath they tottered over to me breathless to drink their wine and sat their pert arses on my lap while they drank which made my cock throb and my balls ache.
Emily must have been able to feel my 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.
Anyway I decided that it had to stop so I pushed them up onto their feet and simultaneously gave their buttock a little pat but I 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 I nobly thought better of it, as I figured perhaps less nobly that in a few months they would be fair game.
“Time to go, before I do something I’ll regret”
“But we’re having fun” Jenny protested
“We don’t mind a bit of sexy fun” Emily said and blushed
Then both girls giggled
“When you’re old enough maybe,” I said reflecting on the time when it would be legal if not immoral to shag their collective brains out then I smacked each of them satisfyingly hard on their firm derrieres causing them to release delightful stereophonic squeals.
Then I sent them on their way. I struggled out of the chair so I could walk them to the woods but the enormity of my erection and my aching balls made getting up and then walking somewhat uncomfortable, fortunately I was wearing the baggy shorts.
The girls were someway in front of me by the time I got to the woods still giggling they turned and waved and Emily blew a kiss.
“You don’t know just how close I came to splitting your whiskers today girls,” I muttered under my breath
“Straight home and take care” I said aloud.
I made my way gingerly back to the cottage and went inside for a piss, which was hellish difficult with a hard on.
I had to lean forward like a ski jumper and I still managed to hit the cistern so I pissed in the shower instead.
By the time I got back to the patio my cock had reduced down to a semi but I still had the lovers balls.
I sat down and poured myself some wine and saw gorgeous Georgia emerge from the woods, I assumed she must have finished work for the day as she had changed out of her uniform and was wearing a lovely yellow summer dress and being the man I am I immediately wondered if her knickers matched which caused me a slight trouser tickle.
“If you’ve finished work come and have that drink”
“Ok I was hoping you’d say that”
She joined me on the patio and I poured her a drink,
“I saw the pretty girls leave” She said, a little bitterly “Everyone really loves the pretty girls”
“Yes” I said thoughtfully “I rather like a pretty girl myself”
She gave me a look and I continued “which is why I asked you in for a drink”
“I’m not pretty,” she snorted
“No, you’re beautiful” I corrected her
She turned her head away coyly.
I put the drinks down on the table put my hand on her chin and turned her face towards me.
“You’re beautiful Georgia”
I was so close to her that her intoxicating perfume enveloped me I moved my hand from her chin and caressed her cheek while I stared into her beautifully hypnotic green eyes, and then I lent in and kissed her.
She immediately responded pressing her mouth hard against mine and darting her tongue in my mouth.
Her arms immediately wrapped around me holding me so tight.
My left hand was on her hip pulling her pelvis towards my now throbbing cock; my right was now on her neck moving quickly to her shoulder.
My other hand moved from her hip up her back and slowly unzipped her dress, the hand on her shoulder pushing the strap of her dress down her arm to the elbow at which point Georgia slipped her arm out, and as the cotton fell away my hand was able to cup her exposed breast.
She sighed and snorted air in deeply through her nose as I toyed with her stiffening nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
I disengaged my mouth from hers and she immediately tried to reattach but I broke away again as I had other plans for my mouth.
Still fondling her breast I started to kiss and nibble down her neck while my other hand slipped her remaining shoulder strap off to expose her other pert little globe.
Which I quickly took hold of with my spare hand.
Briefly I returned my mouth to hers as I fondled both titties playing with her swollen peaks with my thumbs then my mouth went on a journey down her neck, shoulders and chest until I found myself kneeling in from of her and her beautiful firm round tits which I took turns on kissing, licking and sucking. Georgia was trembling, her left hand was on my shoulder, gripping hard and her right was fingering my hair as I sucked her teat.
My hands were now on her knees about to travel north, and as they slid slowly yet purposely upward as if to distract her from my intension I sucked hard on her nipple making her wince, she withdrew and I thought I had hurt her too much but instead she thrust her other teat between my lips for similar treatment and I duly obliged.
My hands meanwhile were nearing their objective and I felt the fabric of her panties beneath my finger tips.
My hands spread out across her firm buttocks squeezing and kneading them until my fingers reached the waistband of her knickers and grasping the elastic firmly I tugged them off her round cheeks and down her trembling thighs releasing them at her knees where gravity took over.
My hands were quickly occupied with her naked arse and I stopped sucking her tits and instead began kissing her quivering belly.
Simultaneously I started edging her backward against the table.
Georgie adjusted her feet, at the same time kicking off her shoes and freeing one foot from her pants,
I was now pushing up the fabric of her dress and kissing her thighs I glanced down briefly to see her knickers loosely hanging around her ankle, which I found for some reason extremely erotic, and I thought to myself “they were yellow then”
As I kissed up her thigh I could smell her odour, which spurred me on, and very soon I was rubbing my face in her ample public curls.
I maneuvered her back further until she could slide her buttocks onto the table to support her weight while I knelt before her I looked up and saw Georgia was biting her lip and then she opened up wide for me to drink deeply of her heady mix of sweat mingled with her juices and pleasured her with my nose, my mouth, my tongue until I could wait no more and I got to my feet and kissed her, her pungent fragrance was all around my mouth and when I stopped kissing her it was all around hers as well and as my hand slipped up her thigh she licked her lips.
I fingered her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while I released my cock from its confines with the other.
Then I penetrated her and I felt her hymen break.
I stopped.
"I didn’t know you were a virgin"
I said, still inside her
I’d always assumed she was sexually active she was after all an attractive confident young woman with no shortage of admirers as far as I was aware and she’d been away at University for two years.
"I’m sorry" was her reply
“What for?” I said, my throbbing cock eager to continue
"For not being experienced, for not being any good" she said pulling her dress up to cover her tits
“I’m glad I’m the first” I replied “And I’m going to be second and third”
I pulled her dress back down exposing her gorgeous tits and kissed her
“We will have to discuss your serious self esteem issues in the afterglow”
I said as I gave her a full length, then another then another.
When Georgia came the first time I thought the table was going to collapse so I withdrew from her soaking wet cunny and droplets of her juice dripped off my glistening knob onto the patio
“Please, don’t stop” she entreated
“Don’t worry darling we’ll finish this inside on firmer ground, I don’t think this table will take any more of your passion”
I discarded my shorts and pants and stood before her wearing nothing but her cum.
She stood up and grasped the front of her dress to cover her modesty.
“Let go” I said “You’re beautiful remember”
She opened her hand and her dress fell to the floor, she stepped out of it but still had her yellow panties wrapped round her ankle, she made as if to shake it free but I said
“No leave them, its really sexy”
I held out my hand and she took it in hers and I led her inside and finished the job and when I finally lost my load into her tight young cunny it was like a dam bursting from my pulsating twitching member.
After a prolonged nap I awoke to find Georgia playing with my shaft and kissing and nibbling my ear so I fucked her tight little cunt again before I walked her home.
I had a feeling I would be visiting her delights on a regular basis.
I woke in the early hours with my head buzzing with words and phrases so I got up and went to my study where I opened my laptop, it was still on the same page headed “An Untitled Novel by Simon Fisher” and below it was one other word “The” followed by a space and the cursor pulsing, impatiently awaiting input, almost like it was tapping its foot as it stood ever ready to receive further instructions so I sat down and miraculously I began to type the words and they flowed out of me like a river, no a torrent.
Four hours later I stopped typing but only then because I was hungry and I found I had typed five chapters.
I was euphoric so I ate a hearty breakfast but decided on a hot shower before continuing.
While I was showering I began to think about my sexploits with Georgia the night before and I got a rather spectacular erection.
I returned to my computer having dealt rather satisfyingly with the unexpected erection and the river of words flowed again and I continued to write for the rest of the day and then I only stopped when I caught sight of Georgia coming across the lawn and I got a trouser tickle.
So thanks to two hot schoolgirls and a nubile student my writer’s block was gone, and it would appear I have a penchant for writing erotic novels, bodice rippers and slutty romances.
That knowledge gained from my time as an agony aunt will no doubt become invaluable.
However I decided not to publish under the name of Simon Fisher but rather decided to use a pen name and the one I settled on was Juliana Molesworth, not chosen because the use of a classy name might lend the book some literary weight but because it was the name of the girl who gave me my first blow job.
Friday, 4 May 2012
A Humourous Collection # 12
PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY
He was blessed most verily
With a photographic memory
It was never developed sadly
THE HARDER THEY FALL
A universal truth of worth
On which you can truly depend
If they get too big for the britches
They’ll be exposed in the end
FIRST SIGNS OF AGEING
She looked in the mirror
Then she started to cry
She had seen her first grey hair
And she thought she'd dye
ALTERNATIVE MEDICINE - ACUPUNCTURE
When you finish the treatment
You feel like number one
I would certainly recommend it
Acupuncture is a jab well done
CITY OF ANGELS
The smog sits over Los Angeles
On another California day
But when the smog finally lifts
U.C.L.A.
A SEISMIC SHIFT
An eminent professor thought
Her earthquake theory was sound
But soon found her knowledge
Was on very shaky ground
WITH ALL THE TRIMMINGS
With marriage she got a mixture
Of happiness and stress
A husband and a companion
And a new name and a dress
He was blessed most verily
With a photographic memory
It was never developed sadly
THE HARDER THEY FALL
A universal truth of worth
On which you can truly depend
If they get too big for the britches
They’ll be exposed in the end
FIRST SIGNS OF AGEING
She looked in the mirror
Then she started to cry
She had seen her first grey hair
And she thought she'd dye
ALTERNATIVE MEDICINE - ACUPUNCTURE
When you finish the treatment
You feel like number one
I would certainly recommend it
Acupuncture is a jab well done
CITY OF ANGELS
The smog sits over Los Angeles
On another California day
But when the smog finally lifts
U.C.L.A.
A SEISMIC SHIFT
An eminent professor thought
Her earthquake theory was sound
But soon found her knowledge
Was on very shaky ground
WITH ALL THE TRIMMINGS
With marriage she got a mixture
Of happiness and stress
A husband and a companion
And a new name and a dress
HALLOWEEN COLLECTION
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN STOCKINGS? # 1
Are you wearing Halloween stockings?
Beneath your long black coat
Are you suitably resplendent?
Will you really float my boat?
Are they risqué and shocking?
Will they easily get my vote?
It could mean a happy Halloween
For a certain horny old goat
HELLO SEXY HALLOWEEN GIRL
Hello sexy Halloween girl
Just one look at you
And how my old heart beats
So tell me sexy Halloween girl
That you have no tricks for me
But you will give me some treats
ARE YOU WEARING A WITCH’S HAT?
Are you wearing a witch’s hat?
I don’t know what I think of that
I will just have to wait and see
If you decide to put a spell on me
I think it might be a thrill
If you were to bend me to your will
ARE YOU WEARING A WITCH’S OUTFIT?
Are you wearing a witch’s outfit?
Does it come with all the kit?
The shoes and cloak and hat
Striped stockings and all that
Then ply me with your potion
And realise your every notion
HELLO DARLING HALLOWEEN GIRL
Hello darling Halloween girl
With your bag half full of sweets
I hope you have no tricks for me
If I top up your bag with treats
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN GARTERS?
Are you wearing Halloween garters?
Answer me that one for starters
Beneath your dress up high
Around your black clad thigh
Where the black sheath is stopping
Where they are lacy at the topping
Are there pagan garter rings
Sexily placed decorative things
Please answer this one for starters
Are you wearing Halloween garters?
SPIRITUOUS
Pursuing phantoms
Came in the night
From hells realm
Making me take flight
I was so mortally scared
I needed a Bracer
And I quickly followed it
With a Chaser
Though spirituous liquors’
Have their merits
They were no defence
Against evil spirits
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN KNICKERS?
Are you wearing Halloween Knickers?
Is that appropriate for vicars
Just kneel upon this hassock
While I rummage in your cassock
The bishop wouldn’t think it funny
My naughty little Wiccan honey
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN TIGHTS? # 1
Are you wearing Halloween tights?
Adorned with a a scary motif
Well if those long festive limbs
Decorated with a spooky motif
Were to entwine about me
Then my resistant would be brief
ARE YOU WEARING DEVILS HORNS?
Are you wearing devils horns?
Now I get one of those winks
You’re wearing the tail as well?
You naughty little minx
You are clearly more devilish
Than anyone else thinks
Is it because it’s Halloween
Or a few too many Drinks
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN KNICKS?
Are you wearing Halloween knicks?
Proper novelty underwear
All festively decked down below
In a suitably seasonal pair
It doesn’t matter the decor
It will make an old man stare
Just you in your Halloween knickers
What wonderful Witching hour fare
IT WAS HALLOWEEN AND
It was Halloween and
We were on our way to a party
They were both dressed as vampires
And I was Professor Moriarty
We stopped at the supermarket
But didn’t have any cash
So we thought we’d steal some booze
Then make a dash
The bottles we wanted
Were on the very top of the racks
Which we couldn’t reach
So I had to stand on their backs
Once I had the bottles
Dracula hid them under his cape
And without drawing attention
We casually made our escape
But we were caught on CCTV
A very clear image by all accounts
I was charged with shoplifting
On two counts
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN HOSIERY?
Are you wearing Halloween hosiery?
Phwor are you going to let me see
Oh how they cling to the shape of you
I would like to cling to them too
Oh yes I like them very much
Perhaps I might have a touch
Oh you are a proper tease
Would you let me if I said please?
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN TIGHTS? # 2
Are you wearing Halloween tights?
Oh how they are exciting me
Adorned with a festive motif
What a Halloween this will be
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN STOCKINGS? # 2
Are you wearing Halloween stockings?
With a wicked witch motif
Along those long festive garlands
How I wish to trace each relief
Along each luscious limber leg
An ascent exquisitely brief
To reach the Halloween treat
Beyond the wicked witch motif
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN DRAWERS?
Are you wearing Halloween drawers?
I would like a look at yours
I bet a pound to a penny
You’re not wearing any
There we have it at last
You are as I thought bare arsed
Of course it makes you look loose
Even if you have an excuse
Well yes it would be regarded as a treat
And not just down your street
Are you wearing Halloween stockings?
Beneath your long black coat
Are you suitably resplendent?
Will you really float my boat?
Are they risqué and shocking?
Will they easily get my vote?
It could mean a happy Halloween
For a certain horny old goat
HELLO SEXY HALLOWEEN GIRL
Hello sexy Halloween girl
Just one look at you
And how my old heart beats
So tell me sexy Halloween girl
That you have no tricks for me
But you will give me some treats
ARE YOU WEARING A WITCH’S HAT?
Are you wearing a witch’s hat?
I don’t know what I think of that
I will just have to wait and see
If you decide to put a spell on me
I think it might be a thrill
If you were to bend me to your will
ARE YOU WEARING A WITCH’S OUTFIT?
Are you wearing a witch’s outfit?
Does it come with all the kit?
The shoes and cloak and hat
Striped stockings and all that
Then ply me with your potion
And realise your every notion
HELLO DARLING HALLOWEEN GIRL
Hello darling Halloween girl
With your bag half full of sweets
I hope you have no tricks for me
If I top up your bag with treats
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN GARTERS?
Are you wearing Halloween garters?
Answer me that one for starters
Beneath your dress up high
Around your black clad thigh
Where the black sheath is stopping
Where they are lacy at the topping
Are there pagan garter rings
Sexily placed decorative things
Please answer this one for starters
Are you wearing Halloween garters?
SPIRITUOUS
Pursuing phantoms
Came in the night
From hells realm
Making me take flight
I was so mortally scared
I needed a Bracer
And I quickly followed it
With a Chaser
Though spirituous liquors’
Have their merits
They were no defence
Against evil spirits
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN KNICKERS?
Are you wearing Halloween Knickers?
Is that appropriate for vicars
Just kneel upon this hassock
While I rummage in your cassock
The bishop wouldn’t think it funny
My naughty little Wiccan honey
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN TIGHTS? # 1
Are you wearing Halloween tights?
Adorned with a a scary motif
Well if those long festive limbs
Decorated with a spooky motif
Were to entwine about me
Then my resistant would be brief
ARE YOU WEARING DEVILS HORNS?
Are you wearing devils horns?
Now I get one of those winks
You’re wearing the tail as well?
You naughty little minx
You are clearly more devilish
Than anyone else thinks
Is it because it’s Halloween
Or a few too many Drinks
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN KNICKS?
Are you wearing Halloween knicks?
Proper novelty underwear
All festively decked down below
In a suitably seasonal pair
It doesn’t matter the decor
It will make an old man stare
Just you in your Halloween knickers
What wonderful Witching hour fare
IT WAS HALLOWEEN AND
It was Halloween and
We were on our way to a party
They were both dressed as vampires
And I was Professor Moriarty
We stopped at the supermarket
But didn’t have any cash
So we thought we’d steal some booze
Then make a dash
The bottles we wanted
Were on the very top of the racks
Which we couldn’t reach
So I had to stand on their backs
Once I had the bottles
Dracula hid them under his cape
And without drawing attention
We casually made our escape
But we were caught on CCTV
A very clear image by all accounts
I was charged with shoplifting
On two counts
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN HOSIERY?
Are you wearing Halloween hosiery?
Phwor are you going to let me see
Oh how they cling to the shape of you
I would like to cling to them too
Oh yes I like them very much
Perhaps I might have a touch
Oh you are a proper tease
Would you let me if I said please?
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN TIGHTS? # 2
Are you wearing Halloween tights?
Oh how they are exciting me
Adorned with a festive motif
What a Halloween this will be
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN STOCKINGS? # 2
Are you wearing Halloween stockings?
With a wicked witch motif
Along those long festive garlands
How I wish to trace each relief
Along each luscious limber leg
An ascent exquisitely brief
To reach the Halloween treat
Beyond the wicked witch motif
ARE YOU WEARING HALLOWEEN DRAWERS?
Are you wearing Halloween drawers?
I would like a look at yours
I bet a pound to a penny
You’re not wearing any
There we have it at last
You are as I thought bare arsed
Of course it makes you look loose
Even if you have an excuse
Well yes it would be regarded as a treat
And not just down your street
NO MANS LAND
No mans land,
A desolate place
An unforgiving place
Where stout hearts
Chill and falter
To glimpse at hell
Doom awaits us there
On that alien field
Where death falls like rain
In shrapnel shards
And bullets speak
Of whispered demise
No mans land,
A desolate place
Where men drown
In mud, blood and tears
Blood shed for country
Tears shed for kin
A desolate place
An unforgiving place
Where stout hearts
Chill and falter
To glimpse at hell
Doom awaits us there
On that alien field
Where death falls like rain
In shrapnel shards
And bullets speak
Of whispered demise
No mans land,
A desolate place
Where men drown
In mud, blood and tears
Blood shed for country
Tears shed for kin
THERE’S NOTHING LIKE A PANCAKE
There’s nothing like a pancake
With lemon curd spread on
And no greater disappointment
When it turns out to be Dijon
With lemon curd spread on
And no greater disappointment
When it turns out to be Dijon
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