I was 18, it was the spring of 1973 and I felt as free as I ever would again. I was taking a year off between school and whatever came next and I was, according to my disgruntled and hardworking father, a layabout. He didn't really mean it though, it was just his way of showing affection but I would always answer with conviction that it wasn't true; in our little commuter village near York I had half the stockbroker wives as my clients and the lawnmower I had bought with help from my father was constantly in use. I was young and strong, I was hardworking and much appreciated by my clientele of frustrated and bored older women and life should have been at its best but it wasn't. There was no cliché solution to my plight; it was just the hard facts; I wasn't getting any sex! I felt I had no chance and I could not see any opportunity for illicit sex with the women I was surrounded by for the five days of the week their husbands were in the city; indeed, naïve as I was, it never even crossed my mind. Nothing could convince me that I was in any way attractive to the ladies for whom I cut lawns, dug ditches and pruned fruit trees; in short, the only beds I was getting into were flower beds.
I didn't work weekends and because of that my father gave me the keys to the car and asked if I would run an errand for him. The novelty of driving hadn't diminished since I had got my license 4 months before and I was quick to say yes, but was astonished to hear that I should drive the length of England to Bristol where my brother and his wife lived. It seemed that Kathleen, my sister in law, had been unwell early in her pregnancy and my mother, who had travelled frequently to Bristol to look after her, was tired of the long train journeys. My brother was in South Africa on an engineering project, Kathleen my sister in law was alone, on sick leave from her job and had agreed to come and stay with us until the child was born and it was decided that I would fetch her.
The first trip south was uneventful. I had studied the map and chosen a route that passed Leeds, took the motorway south and later crossed the country via Burton on Trent so avoiding the great conurbation of Birmingham and at last running parallel to the Severn estuary ran straight on into Bristol. I found the house without much problem though I'd never visited them before. It's a measure of my naiveté that I sat in the car and tooted the horn fully expecting her to come running to the car, bags ready packed. After a few minutes waiting I got out and went to the front door and knocked. Soon I heard footsteps and through the glass, could see her hanging over the banisters as she carefully descended the stairs one step at a time. She unlocked the door and opened it awkwardly saying quietly "You found me, do come in."
Kathleen was a woman I scarcely knew. My older brother's wife, older than him by several years, she had always been there but only as a shadow on the periphery of my life. Her parents were Catholic immigrants working in factories in Liverpool. She was number 5 of 10 children and had 5 younger brothers. The first and only member of her family to get through secondary school she not only had a degree in English literature but was now engaged as a lecturer. I was very wary of her, she seemed so old and was rumoured to be so intelligent that she used words most people couldn't understand. But there she was, not even shoulder height to me but with a presence that dominated the hallway. I avoided her gaze and looked obliquely past her and out the window. She looked somewhere over my shoulder and our awkwardness stood like a wall between us. Suddenly and with an audible bump she half fell, half sat on the bottom stair. Alarmed I squatted in front of her asking what was wrong and if I could help. She brushed the hair from her face and replied,
"I'm sorry Peter I'm so tired, I'll have to ask you to go up and fetch my bags and a couple of boxes of books. You'll find them on my bed."
Packing the car was simple, I was finished quickly and after checking to turn off the water, lock windows and doors, I ushered her into the car and we were off. The trip back was uneventful and painfully silent apart from one incident. It was an incident that seemed so silly and simple at the time but was the key to the mutual friendship we were to develop.
On the outskirts of Dudley we got caught up in road works and trying to follow the diversions we ended up on a shopping street packed with slow moving cars. As we stopped yet again for the lights and the traffic I saw to my horror that outside my side window was a sex shop with a lurid window display. There were adverts for Durex and Erotic films and two mannequins stood there clothed in erotic lingerie. The one had cut-outs in the brassiere and the nipples showed, the other, who was bending down and looking back over her shoulder, had split underwear that promised access to her crotch. Painfully embarrassed I blushed scarlet and prayed that Kathleen would not notice. As the traffic moved slowly forward she tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle that eventually broke into full blooded laughter and she punched my shoulder.
"You're shy aren't you!" and she laughed again. "Oh, thank goodness for that! I was afraid you didn't like me for some reason. Well, we shall just have to sort that out."
And so with the ice broken we continued the journey home in a much more relaxed atmosphere.
Kathleen seemed glad to be staying with us and settled quickly in, both as part of the family and as a visitor in the village where she was quickly taken into the neighbourhood routine of coffee visits and gossip. But she was a town girl at heart and she seemed at a loss with the emptiness of the countryside. Once, on my way home for lunch, I came across her leaning heavily on a field gate in the lane where we lived and while looking out over the lovely view she asked me wonderingly,
"How do people live here, year after year? There's nothing out there you know, not a house or a car or anything; how do they manage?"
I was embarrassed because I had no answer for her but also because I also caught myself looking lustily at her figure. She showed little sign of her pregnancy and her bust hung heavily in her shirt as she leaned over the gate. So we walked on and as we walked together we chatted animatedly and I realised we were friends; her kindness drew me out of my shell and her humour gradually opened the door to an understanding, a comradeship that made me realise that despite her 43 years, she was just like me.
The second trip to Bristol a month later was, according to my mother, just to fetch some more of Kathleen's things and for her to "meet a friend." Kathleen had already explained to me that it was her gynaecologist, "The only man I've had to pay to look at my vagina," that she was going to see.
We'd sat outside the pub with a drink at the time and we'd laughed so much that people had stared. So we looked forward to the trip and one Wednesday in late April we were off again. The humour and intimacy was really what I needed at the time as I had been dumped by my first girlfriend and as we motored towards Bristol we discussed relationships and "love and stuff" as Kathleen called it, in our usual irreverent style. Yes, Jenny had dumped me for a teacher at her college; he had a car and his own flat and I felt I was useless.
"Oh that's bollocks my dear. You're not useless; it's just a phase you're going through. It's just so very exciting for a young girl like Jenny when they realise they are attractive and the boys hang around, I know just how it is. Lord knows I had five younger brothers! ; It's hard not to use ones attractiveness to gain validation."
My conversation faltered as i wondered what she meant about the brothers. But it was going to be a long trip and I reckoned i had time to find out.
She occasionally stroked my shoulder as we drove and she poked me with a finger when wanting me to pay particular attention to what she was saying. We were stopping at every other service's for her to pee and she explained without embarrassment,
"Everything is turned upside down when you're pregnant; you can't drink a cup of tea without having pee it out ten minutes later. Pregnancy is funny you know; suddenly I cannot stand the taste of Coffee or Oranges but there is one thing I haven't lost the taste for, In fact it's become much worse; I miss dreadfully a bit of the old "how's your father."
I sat silently and wondered what to say.
"I know you're shy Peter but you do know what I mean? "Nookie?" "A shag?"" Screwing?" "A good fuck?" You know, don't you?"
Yes I knew and wanted it desperately but was shocked and guilt ridden with the sudden realisation that I was day dreaming about her as my sex partner. She continued unaffected;
"Your brother and I have been having it off three or more times a week for all these years and I've never conceived and now, he comes back from that project in South Africa for three weeks leave and just before he goes off again, this time for a 6 month spell, he gets me pregnant!"
I sat silently beside her, groaning inwardly and feeling as horny as hell.
The trip went well and we arrived at the surgery in time and the only man she'd ever had to pay to look at her vagina did just that. I sat in the waiting room as she'd insisted, and when she came out of the surgery she brazenly took my arm and nodding to the gawping receptionist marched me out of there with the flippant remark,
"Everything's as it should be darling."
As far as I was concerned It wasn't, but I didn't know what to say. We drove to her house and while she busied herself finding her things I locked myself in the bathroom and wanked away my straining erection.
She was in a very good mood on the way back; it seemed she'd thrown off the uncertainty she'd had since the scare early in the pregnancy. She was in good form, so good form that she'd sent me back upstairs to fetch her running shoes. As I'd put them into the box of books in the back seat of the car I'd noticed the title of one of the paperbacks "Sex and pregnancy" and I groaned inwardly; I was horny and that because of my sister in law; wasn't that Incest?.
"I know a place we can eat," she said gaily, "it's something you've certainly never had and it's my treat."
I wondered if she realised the double-entendre and adjusted my cock before getting into the car. She treated me to both a fantastic Vietnamese meal and, when we were back on the road, to an introduction to her innermost thoughts.
It was getting late and darkness fell as we drove. She talked animatedly until we passed Derby. There were about two hours of the journey left and I regretted that we wouldn't be able to continue our conversation when we get home. I caught myself driving slower, prolonging the journey, enjoying the company but wondering how I could steer the conversation back to her "love and stuff." She must of sensed where my suddenly faltering remarks were aimed and she asked me,
"Peter, where do you want to take the conversation?"
Feeling bolder I asked;
"Back to that which you mentioned on the way down this morning."
"Do you mean the love making, the Nookie?"
"Yes I replied, "The Nookie while you're pregnant? What about the bump?"
"The bump?" she asked and laughed. "Oh, do you mean does it get in the way? Have you never done it doggie style?"
I gasped; I was flummoxed and didn't know what to say.
"You have made love Peter?"
I protested strongly, "Yes of course I have!"
She laughed at my protests.
"No need to get disgruntled, or proud, we all have to start somewhere and it's much harder for a young man to get a girl than it is for a young girl to get an older man. Lord knows at times I had all seven brothers running after me! Yes, much easier for a girl than for a boy."
She paused and leaned nearer me, her arm over the back of my seat. She sat quietly looking seriously at me and every now and then I could turn and return her gaze.
"Say it sweetie, you know I won't laugh."
I admitted quietly that I hadn't had sex, I'd been turned down and that I was still a virgin.
"Still?" she said and was silent again for a while before continuing.
"You say "Still" but you are only 18years old; it's not as if you were 28"
For the next few miles she was quiet again until she at last asked.
"Is it bothering you sweetie, not having a lover? I don't have one either and It's certainly bothering me I must say."
She fell silent and I tried to concentrate on the road. After a while she suddenly came back to the subject as if she felt she had to justify her opinion.
"It's the not knowing that's also been bothering me. It's as much a question of can I manage intercourse as it is the craving for satisfaction."
She sat thoughtfully for a while before continuing rather sadly,
"I just want to know if everything's still working down there but I don't want a repeat of what happened last time."
I said I was sorry and that I didn't understand what she meant so she explained about the scare she'd had early in the pregnancy.
"I had a slight bleeding after..."
She paused as if searching for the words before continuing crossly, almost guiltily, as if blaming herself,
"I had cramps and a slight bleeding after playing with myself, after masturbating or wanking, or whatever you want to call it."
We sat silently for a good five minutes until she said something so thoughtful and so quiet I had to ask her to repeat herself;
"But in answer to that you asked a while ago; Yes of course the bump gets in the way but where there's a will there's always a way. There's more than Doggie style, there's laying down and spooning or if I sat astride you I could control everything."
I gasped and felt a stirring in my cock and soon I had another hard on.
"If I sat astride you!" had she really said that?
I struggled with all the alternative's Was it a Freudian slip? Had she meant to say "If I sat astride your brother? I couldn't decide and she continued though with an increasingly frustrated and ironic tone.
"The fanny man gave me the all clear. He says I can try, but carefully."
She snorted in exasperation;
"Some chance" she said, "With my husband so far away and keeping his hand in with the dusky maidens."
"I wonder" she said and stopped.
She repeated herself;
"I wonder if."
Then she fell silent yet again.
I realised that she was suddenly very uncertain of me and perhaps of herself and I realised just as certainly that I had to reassure her that she could confide in me. We were less than two miles from home and I had to hear what she was struggling to say before our arrival would put an end to our intimate camaraderie.
"I will do anything I can for you" I said and she breathed out again.
"Oh, you are sweet."
Just as we pulled into the front drive she put her hand on my arm and squeezing it firmly she asked;
"I wonder if you can help me find out if things are as they should be down there."
The days came and went and Kathleen was now 6 months pregnant. I had my work as gardener in the village to keep me busy and I watch her getting bigger and lovelier. One Sunday when my parents had walked to the village church I sat and talked with her in the garden.
"Are you not a church goer?" I asked.
"No" she replied "I was born Catholic but I dropped out, they had a hypocritical lack of tolerance for my special field of interest."
I was struggling to ask about this "special field of interest" when we heard the garden gate close and heard my parents returning. She half whispered quickly;
"My special interest? My younger brothers."
"We can continue our conversation on Tuesday."
"Why Tuesday?" I asked.
"Because" she said, beaming magnificently.
"Because on Tuesday you can help me find out about the "you know what." You know your father is in London all next week and on Tuesday your mum is going to London with some of her Women's Institute friends on an away day trip. Their train is 08:30 from York, 19:15 back from London so we'll have all day to ourselves. Have you thought about our conversation?
I mumbled "yes" and I saw her glance down at my crotch.
"I can see you have" she said and chuckled and I realised I was getting a hard on.
"I have thought about nothing else but our conversation and it's all decided" She whispered and with that she turned and walked into the house to help my mum.
The next two days were awkward. I locked myself in the bathroom and wanked several times a day. I mowed lawns and wanked in garden sheds. Just the sight of her and the way she smiled when she caught me staring at her had me in an almost constant state of excitement and I would wank again. At times I was convinced she was teasing me; the top buttons of her blouse undone or a quick stroke over my shoulder when I brought her a cup of tea or once, when she asked me to bring the clothes in off the line and carry the basket upstairs for her I was treated a vision of her smooth bare legs as she climbed the stairs in front of me. When she stopped at the top and turned and took the basket from me she quickly kissed me on the mouth and thanked me. I leaned clumsily forward and kissed her again and she embraced me briefly as we half kissed half collided and I felt a stab of lust as her tongue brushed briefly over mine.
"Go, get on with you" she said and laughed;
"I take that as a "Yes", you are interested in helping me."
She stroked the side of my face saying.
"We must be careful my sweet but don't worry, it's not long to Tuesday" and turned away.
I left the house by the back door and took a long walk to the river and there in the bushes wanked yet again.
I was awake early Tuesday. In fact I doubt if I had slept at all but I lay in bed until I heard my mother saying goodbye to Kathleen. I didn't want her to see me, I was so sure she could read me like a book, sure that my uncertainty and the lusty anticipation showing in my face would reveal my dirty intentions.
I heard the car driving away and I crept down stairs and after waiting a good while in case mum had forgotten something I locked the door. My mind was in turmoil; had I misunderstood Kathleen? Was it a joke? Had she wanted some sort of intimacy, if so, was it sexual intimacy or just friendship? Had I dreamed it all? My stomach was curled the size of a fist in my belly and I could scarcely breathe as I crept to the bottom of the stairs. I realised that taking her a cup of coffee would be an excuse for going into her bedroom. I turned and crept back into the kitchen. Did she take milk? I reasoned that if I made one with, one without I could take the other and drinking it as she drank hers could then find a way of talking to her.
I knocked gently on her door and entered quietly. The bright morning sun filtered through the yellow curtains and filled the room with a gloomy golden light. I could see her shape under the covers.
"Coffee Kathleen?"
The figure under the blankets turned slowly over to face me and I heard her muffled voice;
"There you are at last. Good morning."
I was thrilled to hear that she had expected me, maybe something would happen though I had no idea what. She pulled the covers down from her face and smiled.
"That sun was already so bright at six thirty, I couldn't sleep"
I glanced at her and looked away again. I could see her smooth neck, her round shoulder and the broad strap of her bra. I guess I must have gaped at her because she chuckled again.
"Put the coffee down and come closer."
I moved towards her and put the cups on the bedside table.
"No silly, come closer, kneel down beside the bed."
I hesitated and knelt nervously beside her. She reached out and stroked my face."It's ok you know. I find your nervousness stimulating," she said.
We looked at each other, she smiled; my gaze dropped repeatedly to the swell of her breasts and the fullness of her bra and I blushed with embarrassment. She pulled me gently to her and planted a kiss on my mouth.
"Do you like what you see?"
I stuttered a cautious "yes" and she pulled me down to her mouth again. My arms hung awkwardly by my side; I knew I was trembling like a leaf and she couldn't help but feel it as she embraced me.
"Let's kiss" she whispered and pulled me closer.
"You can hug me as well, you know"
I leant on the edge of the bed, the one hand on her shoulder and clumsily returned her kisses. I dared to open my mouth and our teeth clashed.
"No, no, not so much" she said "Try like this."
And she opened her mouth a little and gently slid out her tongue to meet mine. I gasped involuntarily and worked my tongue against hers.
"Easy, easy, easy" she whispered.
"Not so frantically. Caress slowly and gently. Enjoy my mouth; savour the taste of my tongue."
Grateful for her guidance I returned her wonderful kisses. My hand slid over her shoulders and smoothed repeatedly over her warm back.
"That's nice darling but that strap is in the way," she said." I think you should undo it."
After years of trying it on with all sorts of girls I was an expert at undoing bra straps surreptitiously and I quickly released it.
"Well done" she said, I see you have done that before"
She lifted herself up on one elbow to free the strap she was lying on and on and pulled it free. Laying back she lifted the bra away from the swell of her breasts and I gasped at the sight. Her lovely round breasts, ivory white and crossed by blue veins hung heavily against her ribs. The curve of each breast hanging together formed a deep cleavage and her thick nipples stood erect and firm. Had I caused that? I reached out and squeezed her breast and she winced.
"Oh, be careful sweetie. Let me tell you about breasts."
Nonplussed, I sat back on my heels.
"I didn't mean to criticise you Peter but let me explain. You should never push a lady's breasts downwards darling. You must always stroke upwards. Look, do it like this."
She took my hand and placing it on the tender smooth skin of her ribs moved it up until it was tight under her breast.
"Now, move up under the curve of my breast and cradle the whole of it in your hand, lift it gently. The breast Is soft and super sensitive, hold it in your hand, be gentle, don't squeeze. But at the same time my nipples like firm treatment. Roll them between finger and thumb or if you want, bite them gently. That does the trick."
I repeated the movement exactly as she'd said and heard to my delight that her breath was ragged now. I stroked upwards with both hands and lifting and stoking gathered both breasts together and buried my face in her cleavage. Remembering what she'd said I took her nipples one after the other in my mouth and began kissing, sucking and gently biting. Her breath gusted in my ear; I couldn't believe it. She liked what I was doing and I sucked and tweaked as she wriggled contentedly against the mattress and sighed;
"That is lovely! If you let me tell you what I like then we will have a very successful day."
I felt her hand slide over my belly and down in my jeans. I lifted myself from the edge of the mattress and shuffled closer so she could reach. She fiddled with the buttons for a while before giving up.
"Help me here" she said. Why don't you just take them off?
I struggled to take off my jeans before she could change her mind and was soon kneeling before her with my erection standing to attention. She reached out and grasped my cock and I flinched at the intensity of her hand on me.
"My, my," she said," That's a lovely solid cock you've got there."
"Solid?" I said.
"Yes, solid," she replied "but don't worry, that's a good thing, in fact it's very good."
She moved her hand and grasped me firmly by the base of my straining shaft.
"I can tell he likes that, I can feel him swelling," she said and giggled. "He's about 6 inches long I'd say, but I don't have a tape measure."
She laughed again; "Look, there's a good length of him sticking out from beyond my hand but darling, and this is the good thing; I cannot grasp around him."
She moved her fingers taking a new grip and trying to bring her fingertips together with the tip of her thumb.
"Yes he's really solid."
I was in ecstasy! Was i dreaming? No, it was broad daylight, and a grown woman was squeezing, pulling and rubbing my cock and she was not only willing but was intent on carrying the experience further, hadn't she said we had all the time in the world? But then she stopped.
"Peter, I need to ask you something before we continue; I don't want you to get hurt, but I need to be sure of one thing; are you strong enough for this? And by that I don't mean can you manage to push this here thing into me."
She pulled playfully on my cock again.
"I mean afterwards" and she paused for it to sink in.
"I don't want you to come quickly inside me and then run off in a fit of remorse and guilt. This is the life your brother and I lead. He has occasional flings and encourages me to do the same but I never have, yet."
I was desperate for her to continue and I tried to piece together some coherent statement that would reassure her but could only nod and say that it was ok and I wanted to help her.
"But why me?" I asked.
That question seemed to confirm something for her and she drew me to her in a long warm hug and between kisses she whispered;
"Because I've known you all your life, you're like a younger brother to me. I've seen you grow up and not least you came along at my time of need. I want to keep it in the family and that in itself will guarantee your silence."
We held the embrace for a good while until she whispered,
"But remember, I am in charge"
She pushed me gently away so she could grasp my cock again.
"And being in charge is a real turn on for me. But what's a real turn on for you my darling?"
And before I could think I replied; "A girl who would suck me off"
She laughed loudly and exclaimed,
"Oh that hurt! I had hoped you would say "The thought of making love to my sister in law."
I didn't know what to say, had I spoilt it all? But her banter gave no sign that she was offended; on the contrary she laughed all the more.
"So" she said with an amused smile, "So, getting sucked off is your highest sexual ambition? Well, we'll have to see if we can change your mind."
Her knowing laughter, her warm embraces, the movements of her hand on my cock and the open and frank discussions of the last hour had made my orgasm imminent and she seemed to sense that and pulled me towards her and quickly took my cock in her mouth. While sucking gently she slowly rolled back my foreskin gradually exposing the head of my cock to her tongue and the warmth and stimulation intensified: She bobbed her head several times and I watched fascinated as her cheek bulged with each movement. I couldn't believe the intensity of feeling in my cock and I was desperate for her to continue.
She took her mouth away briefly and asked again, slyly.
"What did you say was a real turn on?"
I answered quickly;
"The thought of making love to my sister in law," and she chuckled contentedly.
"That's better! I intend teaching you all about that."
And saying that she took my cock back in her mouth. She bobbed her head again and I watched fascinated again as first the one cheek then the other bulged with her vigorous movements only to be followed by quieter suckling as she, deliberately prolonging the exquisite torture, held me in ecstatic suspense with my cock gripped softly between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. I could feel my orgasm building and stammered a warning. She stifled a laugh and began a series of deliberately fierce bobbing movements while all the while sucking strongly until suddenly I came violently. I could hear her sucking and swallowing until I was finished and eventually she let my now softening cock slip out of her mouth. I sat down on the bed in a daze of orgasmic bliss.
"I can see you liked that," she said, "Are you ok?"
I could only answer that it was wonderful, amazing, nothing could be better than that.
"Thank you Kathleen thank you."
"You're welcome" she said and she lifted the covers and pulled me to her.
"But," she whispered "you're wrong you know." "There is more to come, and it's even better than this. Now, kiss me some more."
We lay and embraced contentedly, I stroked and kissed her body and she murmured small instructions and requests until after a while my cock began to return to his former glory. That seemed to galvanise her into action;
"Oh no young man, not yet. Breakfast first!" She commanded; "I want tea and toast in bed. You go and fix it"
I rolled out of bed reluctantly and found my trousers.
"I won't be long; I must go to the toilet first."
"No," she said urgently, "please don't, you must wait."
Ignoring my questions she shushed me to silence.
"I will explain later."
Mystified I went down stairs made breakfast. I heard her moving about upstairs and the toilet flushed. I was hungry and I would have otherwise gone to the toilet too and as I carried the breakfast tray up the stairs I realised I had an early morning piss hard on.
Out of habit I knocked at her door and she laughed.
"Come in, come in, and don't be so formal, we have been introduced."
She had pulled the mattress and the covers off the bed while I was downstairs and having dragged them to the middle of the floor lay back on the cushions like some eastern potentate.
"That bed's too soft for an encore, and it squeaks terribly."
She laughed and poured the tea.
"Take your things off; I'm naked why aren't you?"
I undressed and standing in the middle of the floor studied her body. The bump was getting bigger by the day but it needed no imagination to see how fabulously slim and big breasted she had been before her pregnancy.
"At forty three I think I can still tolerate the light of day" she said, "why not open the curtains?"
Opening them I turned and saw her half sitting half lying and propped up by the cushions and pillows; her breasts lay gracefully on top of the bump, beneath which I could see a heavy mat of dark pubic hair. My cock, already half erect began to stir again. She put down her cup of tea and slid herself down until she lay in the patch of sunlight on the mattress.
"Come and help me with this pillow."
I knelt down beside and took the pillow.
"Pop it under the small of my back, I need a little support."
She squirmed awkwardly while trying to lift her bottom and her heels slipped on the sheets so I slipped my arms under her and lifting her easily, pushed the pillow in place. She sighed as I lay her down again and she opened her arms to me.
"I love being lifted! It really does things for me, oh quickly, come down here and kiss me again.".
We embraced there in the sunlight and I basked in the warmth of her body and her delicious smoothness.
"Good god Kathleen!" I said, "I could eat you" and meant it.
"I intend teaching you that as well," she replied.
This was a heavenly mixture of lust and intimacy that I had never thought possible and we continued exploring each other's body until she broke our kissing at last. Holding me close she began to whisper in my ear and I was surprised by her sudden bashfulness;
"Could you stroke me down there? Stroke my fanny I mean."
I felt a great wave of lust over me. I let my hand travel down over her stomach until it rested on her thick mat of pubic hair.
"Cup your hand" she said "Cup your hand and place it over my mound."
I covered her mound easily and felt her trembling against me.
"Hold round the mound firmly and shake her from side to side with your hand. Yes, that's right, now grind your hand on me."
I pressed firmly and shook the handful of her sex from side to side and she groaned lustily;
"Oh that's lovely, that's grinding my lady penis even though she's nicely protected."
I wondered why it was better protected, surely the more direct and the more intense the better? But she was obviously enjoying it and we lay for a good while as I followed her instructions. Her hips rose and fell with the waves of pleasure and she exclaimed;
"Oh this is good darling, I know you're going to do as I ask and you're getting me so horny. Take your middle finger and go inside me now."
I relaxed my hand and let my finger burrow amongst the hair and her firm and swollen lips until suddenly parting them it sank into a slippery pool of warmth and she gasped.
"Oh that's nice, it's been so long. Go further in darling but slowly and we'll see if she can accommodate visitors."
I moved further down beside her body and let my finger slide slowly into her.
"Stay still sweetie; let me get used to this."
I lay there and drank in the sight of her engorged breasts, the nipples swollen and erect over her lovely pregnant belly and further down the thick black triangle of course curly hair and my hand, pressed hard against the lips of her sex already moist and running from her juices.
"Take your finger out, slowly. Now, can you try again, this time with two?"
I entered her gently. My fingers parting the swollen lips met an increasing flood of moisture but despite that her vagina was tighter now and only reluctantly opened to enable my fingers to enter.
"Stop" She whispered.
I lay motionless, holding my fingers in against the pressure as her vagina gripped me.
"I'm out of practice," she said.
I felt her shuffling her bottom as she slid herself slowly down the bed and towards my hand. She tipped her pelvis first one way and then the other and my fingers slid slowly deeper into her sex.
"Oh that's lovely, oh that's so good. This bodes well for a successful fuck" and she giggled as she said that.
"Can you finger me? Bend your fingers gently, as if beckoning to someone."
I moved my fingers gently and she groaned;
"There on the front wall of my fanny, can you feel a rough patch?"
I explored willingly, bending and flexing my fingers until she gasped with delight.
"Yes! That's the spot, now finger me" and she growled as I tenderly stroked her again and again.
Her breathing was patchy now, just coming in short gasping bursts that followed the movement of my fingers in her vagina. Her hand slid slowly down to the bulk of her mound and she began rubbing herself vigorously. A change came over her. She was no longer warm and languid but as intense as a coiled spring. Her arm was moving quickly and I fingered her again and again and her utterances came quicker and quicker until she gave a high screech and her arm froze and she fell back on the cushions. In the silence that followed I heard a soft squirting sound and as her vagina pulsated around my fingers a wave of moisture trickled over my hand.
"Enough" she said with a great sigh and I took my hand gently away from her fanny and pulling the blanket over us held her close.
When she came to she held me tight and kissed my neck.
"That was gorgeous! You are so clever at doing what I say. Bear with me a while longer then I'll give you your heart's desire but first... First I have to investigate my waterworks. I am going to be selfish now; I'm finally going to dare."
She pushed me away.
"I want you to Lie down, lie down and get comfy; I am going to try now! I am going to see if I can take your cock inside me" and she laughed, "And then we are going to fuck!"
I could feel my cock throbbing. I had had an erection of sorts while concentrating on her instructions and fingering her fanny but now the realisation of what she was going to do caused him to rise from my belly.
"I can see your heart beating" she said and so she could, my cock moved a little with every heartbeat. She grasped him and slowly pulled at him as if fascinated by the foreskin rolling back and revealing the bulging purple head and she said thoughtfully:
"Just think, that's going all the way inside me soon."
My back arched as I involuntarily pressed my cock against her soft hand, desperate for her to continue wanking me and she seemed to gather her thoughts;
"Ok, It's now or never but please darling; no thrusting! No matter how nice it feels, let me do all the moving" she said and slid her leg over my thighs.
"But the baby Kathleen; It won't hurt the baby will it?"
No darling, I'm so far along now that the baby is quite safe. Don't worry, I'll be careful."
As she leant forward over me her pregnant belly hid my cock from her sight and she had to reach around behind her back to find him. I could feel her grasping me as she struggled to align me with the entrance to her vagina. My cock head slid backwards and forwards along her moist lips and I groaned involuntarily, the feeling was so intense as to be almost painful;
"Sorry darling, we'll soon be there, I have just got to find the place"
She raised herself slightly, leaned forward, then backwards all the while moving searching until she found just the right place, she sighed loudly and as she settled down slightly and the feeling in my cock head was suddenly exquisite. But I wanted more. I wanted desperately to be deep in her fanny, to sink my aching cock into her slippery depths and had to fight the urge to thrust wildly.
"Oh!" she exclaimed as she hovered over me. "Oh" she said again, "There he is. He's found the way in."
I could feel the head of my cock was embraced by the tight ring of her vagina, I was almost in! She settled herself carefully over me and I could feel a slight movement around my cock head, it was more a jiggling than a thrust and I saw that her breasts wobbled slightly as she gently bobbed up and down over my cock and with the smallest of movements slid him gradually further and further past the reluctantly widening entrance to her vagina.
"It's going to work" she gasped. You are almost there darling, just be patient"
She continued her movements until at last she sat motionless and silent. Her eyes were shut tight and she bit her bottom lip. I was inside her, I was deep inside my sister in law, inside a warm and very willing fanny at last and she was sitting with all her weight over my cock and I was at last fully inside her. She sat there flat over my crotch with her hands on her thighs completely lost in her own experience.
"I'm all the way inside you Kathleen, it's heavenly."
She woke from her reverie and looked me straight in the eye.
"Yes you are! We've done it! It's a very tight fit but she likes it, but how do you feel sweetie? Shall I make it much nicer for us?
She grinned and lent forward to kiss me and my cock slid almost all the way out of her vagina until I felt it was only the tight opening that gripped the very end of my cock head and i pleaded with her,
"Please Kathleen! No further or he'll fall out!" She sat back up again and as she did my cock slid back in her again.
"You're sliding nicely my darling. You're deep in my fanny now. It's soft and tight but when I sit down on you, can you feel a lump? That's my cervix, that's the entrance to my womb."
She sat heavily, ground her crotch against mine and the lump nudged the head of my cock and she took a sharp intake of breath.
"You're bottoming me out now, you're bottoming me out and there's no more room."
"Is that nice for you" I asked "Is that where it's most sensitive?"
"Well yes and no. It's a heavy feeling, very intense and satisfying but if you thrust violently you could really hurt me. But see how this feels,"She took on a concentrated frown and I felt a slight fluttering around the head of my cock as if tiny tongues were rippling along my shaft. I gasped with delight.
"Are you doing that deliberately?" I asked and she smiled.
"She's trying to make you come."
She laughed and I could feel her laughter rippling through her body.
"You'll like it even more if I cough" she said and coughed several times I felt her cervix stamp down on my cockhead.
We laughed quietly and joked for a while; I stroked her gorgeous breasts and she moved around on my cock as if to reassure herself that all was well until finally it seemed that she was sure.
"Let me fuck you Peter."
She held my gaze as she lifted and sank herself over me. She studied me all the while checking for my reaction.
"Your cock is sliding nicely in my cunt Peter" and she flashed a sudden coquet; Goodness! Do you use that word or is "Cunt" too rude? Or do you like "fanny" or "vagina"? What do you like my darling? Do you have fantasies when you wank off?
I grinned in embarrassment, I think I nodded to confirm that I had fantasies and tried to say that no fantasy could match this and she replied;
"I will tell you mine if you tell me yours" and laughed again before continuing;
"Is that nice for you or shall I go faster?
Hearing no answer she moved quicker and began a rhythmic rise and fall over me. I sensed soon that it was as much for her sake as mine. Swinging herself forward on the down stroke she pressed her clitoris against my pubic bone and dragged it over my hairy crotch as she rose again. Her breasts bounced wildly as she moved and I reached for them holding them, massaging them and firmly pulling her nipples. I could see she was lost in her own enjoyment now. Head thrown back she uttered small groans and yelps in time with her movements and I felt a sudden run of wetness on my arm; she was lactating! She was dribbling milk over my forearms and chest as she pleasured herself, bouncing and grinding again and again until with a final cry she was captured by her orgasm. She sat for a while as if frozen, head thrown back and muttering quietly until her head fell slowly to her chest and she sank gradually forward into my arms. As I held her she trembled slightly as if cold and as she rolled off me and onto the mattress I followed after and pulled the blanket over us.
She slept quietly in my arms for a good fifteen minutes but I could only lay uncomfortably beside her; I was in pain, my balls were hard and swollen and I wanted desperately to both piss and come and when she, waking, turned into my arms and reached for my cock, I groaned in agony as she grasped me.
Her eyes flew open, "Are you ok darling?"
She was mortified when I explained. "Oh my god, I am so sorry darling, you must run to the toilet now."
She rose awkwardly from the mattress and following slowly, entered the bathroom after me. She draped her arm over my shoulder and reassured me that everything would be ok.
"You must think me so selfish; It's an old trick, using an early morning piss hard on for making love, The feelings get in the way of a man's orgasm and he can last forever."
She hugged me reassuringly;
"I wanted to be sure that you couldn't come inside me while we were finding out if there was room for him and when there was room, and I started bouncing on you, it was so good that I forgot that I had forbidden you to go to the toilet."
She had reached for me and had held my cock while I pissed and now after shaking him dry she began wanking me. He responded quickly and she pushed between me and the toilet and sat down. Her streams of urine splashed in the bowl and my cock throbbed to the sound.
"Oh he's back darling and he's very welcome to try again; Hand me some paper."
Carrying a small towel she led me back to her bedroom. She fetched a small hand mirror from the dressing table and sat carefully on the mattress.
"Come here darling and I'll make up for your discomfort."
And pulling me down beside her planted a long dreamy kiss on my mouth before turning away from me and onto her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned cheekily;
"Find a cushion for me darling, I need some support."
I pushed the cushion under her and she placed it between her belly and her breasts. She collapsed gently onto the cushion and lay with her cheek on the mattress. She slowly parted her legs and I could see the lips of her sex part slightly and I began to tremble in anticipation.
"Spread the towel between my knees" she said, "We'll need it later."
I spread the towel between her knees and taking my time stroked between her thighs and leaning close, i studied her fanny. She took the mirror and after much trial and error found a place from which she could see into her half open sex.
"She's very juicy now darling. Open her, part her lips so you can see."
I reached gently and parted the lips of her sex. They were swollen and firm and the hair was slick and plastered with her juices.
"Oh it's nice seeing your hands on my fanny; let me see a finger stroking her"
I moved my finger amongst the glistening folds and exposed her erect clitoris.
"There she is; my clitoris. You can stroke around her but not directly on her."
I continued stroking, circling her clitoris while she studied my explorations through the hand mirror.
"Let me see your fingers going into me."
I sank my two fingers into her sex and rubbed the wall of vagina and she groaned again.
"Enough darling; She is more than ready; don't you want to fuck me now?"
I answered confidently because I knew she wanted it to happen.
"Yes, I want to fuck you so much."
She had reached under her belly with her other hand and I saw two fingers sliding across her fanny. She parted the hairy lips fully exposing the slippery heaven inside and I groaned involuntarily.
"Then push your big cock in here" she said.
I shuffled forward on my knees. The head of my cock was inflamed and a bright purple, the veins stood out along my shaft and I approached her gash slowly.
"Careful now, slide him along my fanny and get him nice and wet"
I didn't need to hold him, he was straining towards her. I leant forward and let him slide along her moistness and gasped again at the intense pleasure. I felt her fingers grasp me briefly as she held me against her clitoris. I bumped several times before pulling back and she gasped quietly. She adjusted the mirror.
"Go slowly now, I want to watch you disappearing inside me."
So I carefully placed the head of my cock against her opening. There was a brief resistance as I entered her then just pure ecstasy as I pushed him slowly in. She sighed loudly;
"Stop there darling. Take him out again."
I withdrew slowly. The feeling coming out was just as intense as when going in and her fanny gripped me tightly.
She moved the mirror to a different angle.
"And now back in again."
And as she sighed I heard her whisper,
"Oh it's so very dirty watching you enter me."
And I moved back inside until I was pressed tightly against her upturned bottom.
The feeling was beyond description and I moved slowly inside her. Somewhere in the back regions of my mind I was thankful she'd forbidden me a toilet visit earlier and I realised I'd never have managed to last so long the first time without that deadening "need to piss" feeling. But now this was no "piss hard on" and I felt every irregularity, every ripple and every soft movement in her fanny. I couldn't last another minute and had to stop before I came. She asked me anxiously if I was ok and I could barely answer;
"It's so lovely, I want it to last."
"Think only of yourself this time" she said. "You don't need pull out. Remember, you can't make me pregnant" and again I felt her laughter rippling through her fanny and pulsing around my cock.
I was fucking my sister in law and that thought and the friction on my cock was such that I had to stop frequently when I felt I was coming but by trial and error I managed to balance on the knife edge of orgasm and thanks to her concern for me I was able to indulge myself without a thought for her pleasure.
"Don't wait" she said, "just let yourself go darling, we'll have time for another go after this and one more before this evening."
Her voice was strained and she was talking quicker now. Her frank and dirty talking excited me and I could feel the pressure building.
"We're fucking Doggie style at last" she said. "Come on Peter, shoot your load deep in me. Shoot it all in your big sisters cunt"
I couldn't stop. Gathering speed I thrust wildly against her upturned bottom and watching my shaft appearing and disappearing in her cunt was the final straw and I came inside her.
"Yes oh yes!" she cried in delight. "You've come inside me at last. Oh, that's so lovely and slippery; don't stop until you are finished."
Though moving slower now I still pushed into her and she encouraged me to continue. I felt already that I was regaining my erection and began pushing eagerly again. After a while she asked me if I could help her.
"If you raise yourself up a bit your cock will be stabbing downwards instead of inwards."
I stretched up on my knees and tried to follow her instructions. It didn't help much and she asked again;
"See if you can stand up carefully; but don't let him slip out."
I got carefully to my feet while crouching desperately behind her and continued thrusting. I was standing on the mattress knees bent awkwardly and hovering over her and I steadied myself by holding around her slender waist. The swell of her hips and her round buttocks under my hands thrilled me in a way I had never felt before. She was mine and she was more than willing; I was what she desired and that new and unfamiliar feeling thrilled me more than anything I had known. With this new position I could feel a subtle difference in my cock. She had tilted her bottom up towards my wild thrusts and I was moving deeply in her. But now i was sliding more firmly along the front wall of her vagina and her renewed cries confirmed her pleasure. I was more confident and began thrusting furiously without worrying about hurting the baby. She was enjoying this and rubbing herself and I could hear her groans as she occasionally gasped,
"You're bottoming out in my cunt my darling, oh it's wonderful; push harder now."
And as she rubbed her fingers along the lips of her fanny I felt her fingernails scratching my balls. I thrust franticly, I could feel my balls tightening and I worked for a second orgasm. Occasionally my cock slipped out of her and skidded along the lips of her cunt and grazed her clitoris and I felt her hand there and heard her explosive "Yes, yes" as I thrust in between her guiding fingers, bashing her clitoris again and again before pushing myself back into her and as I searched for my own orgasm, I had to warn her;
"It's coming Kathleen, I'm getting closer" and she replied franticly, encouraging me to push harder.
"Push hard now, faster, faster...Oh, fuck me like you don't like me."
Her voice was broken now and she spoke I breathless outbursts;
"Fuck me like it's against my will, fuck your big sister, go on, squirt it all in your big sister, she's coming now."
And with that she came and I felt her juices soak my groin and I stabbed into her cunt viciously as I came again and again and she, with an agonised groan, froze rigid in orgasm and absorbed shot after shot of my come until at last she collapsed sideways and my cock fell out of her and I fell there beside her in dazed and dizzy orgasm.
I don't know how long I lay there, I may have dosed a while but I awoke to her calling softly. I looked around and she wasn't there. The sun had moved away from the window and I felt a chill of loss; Where was she? Why had she gone from our love making? I heard her call again and I went out and into the bathroom to find her lying deep in a hot bath. She grinned and beckoned me to her. Her belly rose over the bubbles and her breasts floated buoyantly and I caressed them as I leant over and she planted a lingering kiss on my mouth.
"How do you feel?" She asked. "How do you feel now I have taken your 18 year old virginity, and you've given me a right royal fucking in the bargain?"
I was stupidly bashful and proud and preened myself in the waves of her attention.
"You gave me two orgasms! But be careful now" she said, "pride comes before a fall you know" and we both burst out laughing. She waved a reproachful finger at me and tried to appear strict.
"You may not manage to satisfy me next time" she said and she laughed at my surprised face.
"Yes, there will be a next time, we have all afternoon. Now, climb in; You can scrub my back."
As Kathleen had promised we had all Tuesday afternoon to ourselves and as she had jokingly warned me I didn't manage to satisfy her both the times we made love. She was too exciting for me and I couldn't avoid reaching a climax too quickly. But she was both magnanimous and patient;
"Don't worry darling, these are early days in your career."
And saying that, she laughingly declared herself both replete, sore and "well and truly fucked" as we showered and tidied her bedroom before my mother came home.
Despite her patience and my devotion there was a certain state of tension around Kathleen and I after our lovemaking. I was emotional and unsure and I had trouble getting used to the thought of having to keep secret my feelings for her.
But Kathleen was made of sterner stuff and gave me a serious lecture on the importance of not only concealing the intimacy that existed between us but the also the seriousness of the consequences of my making a mistake that might reveal our affair. She was worried my feelings for her would be obvious for my parents and begged me to be careful.
Life, she said, would have to go on as before; I would continue my gardening work and she would take her exercise and maintain her place in the social life of the village.
"I am just as horny as you and I want more of our good lovemaking, but It's "Hands off" from now on. I will let you know in no uncertain manner where and when we have a chance to get together but until then, no touching."
I reached for her when she said that but she pushed me away.
"That is just what I mean should not happen. I am afraid you'll forget yourself when you parents are around. I have to be strict, for both our sakes you see. Now get out of the house before your mother gets back."
I turned away in dismay and headed for the door but she called me back.
"Stop,silly. Take it as a complement."
She reached up and stroked my face tenderly,
"Don't be hurt my sweet. Take it as a compliment that in reality I can barely keep my hands off you."
Again I moved to embrace her but she placed the heels of her hands against my chest and held me at arm's length.
"Consider this" she said seriously.
"What we are doing is incest. I am 43 and you are 18. If we were found out I would be to blame and society would condemn me. The family would be split and our lives ruined. I may even lose my job. Please Peter, leave it up to me and I will find a way for us to be together again."
And with that she turned me around and following after, pushed me towards the door.
"Go on with you, get some work done and don't come back until your Mum has been home for a while; And one more thing."
She paused and suddenly seemed resigned and tired.
"I won't share you with any of your fans."
"My fans?"
"Oh don't come the innocent with me young man; you know that half the ladies you work for think you're good enough to eat."
I didn't know that; it had never crossed my mind. The thought of Mrs Potter at the old vicarage or any of my other clients wanting to have sex with me was completely alien and I said so. Kathleen seemed to recognise the sincerity in my denial and could only answer sadly;
"Well I meet them often and little things slip out from time to time. One day your eyes will be opened."
She grinned and added mischievously,
"But they will have to wait; they can't have you, at least not until I'm done through with you, now GO!"
The heavy summer heat continued for another week. It got hotter day by day until eventually the tension in the air increased to breaking point and after two stiflingly humid days the weather broke in a night of torrid thunder and lightning. I lay naked in my bed and slept fitfully between bad dreams and rolling thunder until I half woke with the feeling I was suffocating. I was dreaming wasn't I? Dreaming I couldn't breathe, dreaming I was paralysed and dreaming I was drowning in my own sweat. Panicking, I struggled to rise from the bed but I had no strength. I was pinned to the soaked sheets; but was I sure it was a dream?
Then I heard Kathleen's urgent whisper in my ear.
"Don't move, don't make a sound."
She lay over my chest, pinning me to the bed.
"Don't talk, get out of bed and lay on the floor."
And she eased away from me. I felt her pulling my arm and she whispered urgently,
"Move quietly and only when it thunders."
I slid gradually out of bed and lay carefully on the floor; I could see her in the light of the lightning flashes and I reached for her but she pushed my hands away and reached for my cock. I was already quite erect but her smooth warm hands tugging at me soon gave me a raging erection. She gathered the hem of her nightdress and lifted it over her pregnant belly.
"Hold him up straight" she said and threw her leg over my thighs.
She wasted no time in foreplay, her anticipation had prepared her for this and she simply reached round and parted the lips of her fanny and I felt myself sliding into her. But there was no wild rise and fall from her, no grinding against me or yelps of pleasure. She sat lightly over me and I could feel her fingers moving around my shaft as she fingered her clitoris. All she permitted herself was a slight up and down jiggle that gathered pace until she eventually covered her mouth with one hand and sinking down heavily over me, came silently.
The whole thing happened so quickly that I didn't come close to orgasm and after just a few moments during which she sat silently erect on my straining erection, she was suddenly done. She covered my mouth with her hand again and leant forward so her lips were against my ear,
"Sorry my darling, I just had to have your help," and with that she was gone.
I had a wet and sticky groin to prove I hadn't been a dream and a stiff erection I had to do something about so I walked quietly to the bathroom. I tossed myself off while picturing her naked backside and her fingers parting her moist sex for me and I exploded almost instantly. I washed myself clean and crept back to bed.
I was late up next morning and rushed around to get off to work. I found a note from my mother saying she and Kathleen were gone into York for a "Girls day out." Heading for the door I found in one of my work boots a piece of paper with a scribbled message,
"I will make it up to you."
At seven months pregnant Kathleen had now little use for her running shoes though she exercised regularly by walking the paths around the village and out along the riverbanks and fields and when I returned from work in the evening she was nowhere to be seen. My mother was waiting for me in the kitchen.
"Kathleen asked If you could take her coat and walk out and meet her. She's walking the long walk and she was worried she'd get cold if she had to rest a while."
I was pleased to have an excuse for us to be alone together so I set off on the path after her. She had covered a lot of ground when I finally saw her way across the fields and she was already a good distance beyond the paths used by the regular dog walkers and joggers. By the time I reached the point where I first saw her she had vanished. Looking across the next field I could see under a copse of trees, half hidden behind a thick hawthorn hedge was the derelict old mill and there in the corner of one of the upstairs windows was a flash of bright purple. I recognised it as one of Kathleen's running shirts and ran over the field to find her. As i entered the old building she answered my call.
"Come up the stairs but be careful, they're a bit wonky."
As I climbed the stairs I was gradually treated to the sight of an almost naked Kathleen. She wore only a short skirt and a hefty maternity bra as she exercised against the banisters. Holding firmly with outstretched arms she stretched her stiff body; firstly arching her back like a cat then letting her belly hang towards the floor before performing a dozen or so push-ups against the banister.
"You found me at last. It's hot isn't it?"
Head cocked she looked at me expectantly but I could only gape at her in lusty amazement.
"Cat got your tongue? Oh well, we will soon see."
And with that she reached behind to unfasten her bra and let I fall to the floor. Leaning forward again she grasped the banister rail and began repeating her exercises. Her belly hung heavily and formed a delightful curve that ended against her heavy breasts that swayed unhindered as she moved. I dropped her coat and moved urgently towards her. I had to have her; I had to get into her from behind and began desperately loosening my trousers.
"Stop" she said without ceasing her movements.
"Pick up my coat."
I turned reluctantly away from her and picked up her coat from where I had dropped it. As I turned back she was already walking towards me. Her breasts had grown noticeably bigger and more swollen these last weeks and they jiggled as she moved; I was close to coming in my pants. She pointed at her coat.
"Fold it neatly into a nice thick roll and give it to me."
She was standing very close, her face against mine and I could see sweat beading her upper lip. She was breathing heavily after her exertions and she was grinning that grin that I had seen before. I knew what she was thinking; I could smell her arousal and my erection strained against my pants.
Reaching behind she loosened the waist of her skirt and It fell to the floor exposing her bare bottom. Without a word she took the coat and smiled. She turned and walked over to the window and placed the rolled coat on the windowsill and then she simply lent her folded arms on the coat and with a contented sigh lay her head upon her arms.
"I told you I'd make it up to you; aren't you hot with all those clothes on?"
I ripped off my pants and jeans and ran across to her. With my hand between her thighs I forced her legs apart and stroked her sex. She murmured appreciatively and ground herself against my hand. Holding my cock against the lips of her fanny and sliding along her clitoris I thrust repeatedly and heard her moan with every thrust.
"I'm ready for you darling, you don't need to wait."
I was in a hurry and I entered her roughly, more roughly than I would ever knowingly have dared.
"Oh you bad bugger! She cried, "You want a bit of rough stuff do you?
I held her by the waist and thrust in her as hard as I could. She bent her knees slightly, lowering herself away as if trying to escape but I followed her movements and held her backside forcibly against my groin.
"I see! You are that type of boy, pushing a defenceless girl around, forcing her against her will; well you'll never make me enjoy it, you'll never have the pleasure of seeing me come and you'll not last long in me without coming yourself."
And again she moved as if to escape from my thrusting but I held her legs open with my knee and continued pushing into her slippery fanny.
I was confused by the role she had taken. I barley recognised her voice as she goaded and teased me; I didn't know what to say in answer but was suddenly determined to make her cry out, to make her submit, to make her come. Why did she fantasise in this way, wasn't I exciting enough for her? Hurt and irritated I continued thrusting furiously as she taunted me.
"Is that all you've got? Can't you do better than that?"
She wiggled her bottom away from me and I almost fell out of her. I pulled her back and pushed harder into her. I felt a sudden flash of irritation why couldn't she let me make love to her, why did she have to make believe like this? Suddenly there burst a stream of invective from me.
"You? Make me come before I'm ready? You have no chance."
I thrust as hard as I could while holding around her hips, holding her steady for my cock while I smashed against her smooth round bottom. I occasionally lifted her feet completely off the floor in my eagerness. Struggling against me in my fight to control her she pressed her thighs together and I felt my cock was squeezed tightly. The intensity was like nothing I had ever experienced and I cried out defiantly.
"You can grip me as tightly as you can with that juicy fanny of yours but you can't make me come until I'm good and ready."
I realized she wasn't talking back now but was just gasping with every thrust of my cock. I held her easily by her waist, my thumbs resting in the deep groove between the smooth muscles of her back and I laughed loudly; She couldn't hide the fact that she had changed the angle of her pelvis; Her role-play of protests and defiance were in no way in harmony with her actions. I could see she was enjoying this and now she kinked her back and offered up her vagina to meet my thrusting.
I studied her buttocks, they rippled every time we collided and I felt my excitement increasing. I saw my shaft was soaked with her juices and a glistening smear ran around her anus like dew over a crumpled brown flower. I moved much slower now, anything to delay my orgasm. Fascinated, I watched her vagina closely; when I withdrew my cock the membranes of her cunt walls gripped me tightly and were drawn slightly out forming a wet and glistening sheath that followed my every movement and which rolled inwards as I moved back into her welcoming body.
"I can feel you're losing it, you're going slowly now; you're fighting the urge to come, aren't you."
She giggled mockingly;
"But you're going to come and I am going to drain you and shrivel your cock" and she laughed triumphantly.
Yes she was right; I could feel my orgasm building so I withdrew entirely and let my cock slide over her mound. I heard a stifled cry of loss from her and her fingers were quick to press my cock up against the lips of her fanny. The crisp abrasive rub of her thick mat of hair on my glans quickly gave way to a smooth glide as she pushed me deeper in to her wet inner lips and she gasped with every pass of my cock head over her clitoris. I could hear her rising passion, hear her desperate search for orgasm and I fought to prolong my pleasure without shooting my load over her buttocks.
"Cheat! " she cried. "You had to pull out, I was too much for you."
I was stabbing indiscriminately now and my cock waved about wildly. It was stroking over her smooth thighs, sliding upwards along the cleavage of her buttocks, bumping the brown rosette of her anus, doing anything that would delay orgasm until I regained control. Soon my fast approaching orgasm had subsided enough for me to continue so I grasped my shaft and guided myself back into her vagina and I shouted defiantly;
"I'm not coming yet but when I do."
I paused and pulled her buttocks apart exposing the soft skin between her juicy vagina and her anus.
"When I do come I won't be shooting my load in your cunt, it will be in here."
And with that I pushed a wet and slippery finger deep into her anus; Through its thin membrane wall I felt my cock head moving in her vagina and I pressed my finger hard against it. She shuddered violently and her knees gave way so I had to hold her up like a doll, holding her with one arm under her waist, holding her there to satisfy my mad need to shoot my load into her. She held desperately to the windowsill and her head fell between her arms. Her back sagged violently and despite her strained attempts at silence she could not deafen her groaning cries nor conceal the orgasm that ran over her and the sight of her shaking with pleasure finished me completely and I burst again and again inside her.
After I had finished, after I had softened and shrunk, I pulled carefully out of her and sat down with a bump. I fell back on my elbows and gasping deeply fought to get my breath back. Looking up I saw just in front of me her lovely legs, her smooth round buttocks, her hairy fanny and a smear of my sperm trickling down her thigh. Leaning silently against the windowsill she stood unsteadily for a long while before at last turning to face me.
"Oh my god! You Cheated" she said, and gasped as if both shocked and delighted.
"That was the first time I have come without rubbing myself in goodness knows how many years. But I cannot believe you cheated! I haven't told you about the anus yet and now you catch me unawares. I hope you haven't been practicing with someone else?"
Breathless, I couldn't answer and lay there watching her pulling out a handkerchief from the pocket of my jeans. She held it up for me to see;
"Can I use this?"
I nodded and she squatted down in front of me. I could hear her making small grunts of exertion and with a slightly embarrassed grin she forced a dribble of semen from her fanny. It dripped from her for several minutes until she began chuckling; she had seen my cock stirring and she grinned again.
"Should I wipe or should I wait?"
"Can you?" I asked.
"I can if you can" she said, "but we'll have to be quick." and still squatting she threw her leg over my body and sank down on my reawakening cock.
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"I want you Kathleen"
She laughed and grabbed my arm. Draping it over her shoulder she pressed herself tightly against me as we walked over the fields.
"You've just had me twice and now I'm sore and well and truly fucked." and she laughed. "And now we are on our way home for tea."
"No Kathleen, I mean I want YOU, not my big sister or someone I am supposed to be taking by force. I don't like the thought of hurting you. I love you Christine; aren't I exciting enough for you? "
We walked on for a while. She was silent but still held me tight until we reached a stile where we had to climb over; she first and I followed. She turned and stopped me as I climbed down and I sat on the lowest step. She embraced me, my head pressed against her breasts and she sighed.
"I read somewhere that "We all tell ourselves stories to enable us to live our lives" And I need my stories. I am more than twice your age and yes you could say I am jaded and need more stimulation than you to function sexually. But that's no reflection on you or your prowess or,"
And she whispered softly as if someone might hear.
"Or on the prowess of your delightful cock."
She gave me an extra hug as if to reassure me;
"The brain is the body's largest erogenous organ and the imagination is potent, when you have lived a while the imagination is all important."
She struggled with her thoughts for a while before continuing;
"I do love you Peter, but I am not "In Love" with you. Of course, I don't want to hurt your feelings. It's just that people just don't tell their loved ones that, while they are having an orgasm with them that they are thinking of an actor or a pop star or the man who drove the school bus but....."
We walked for a while then she stopped us again.
"Rest assured, there is no one else I could open myself to in the way I do with you."
" I had a..."
She paused to find the correct word
"I had a rigorous childhood that influenced my later life and I sometimes relive it in my sex life, even when I'm with my husband."
"Do you mean the younger brothers? That pretending to be a big sister for me takes you back to the excitement of sexually tutoring your younger brothers?"
She drew me to her and embraced me firmly;
"I can see you have come to your conclusions. I shall have to explain it all to you" and she turned and walked on.
"I will think it through and we will discuss it all."
As we reached our garden gate she pulled a folded envelope out of her jacket pocket.
"Could you walk on and post this for me? Promise me you won't look at the address."
So I walked through the village, envelope in my pocket and posted it in the post box by the pub. I went in and ordered a pint and taking it out, sat a good half hour in the pubs back garden trying to arrange the confusion in my head.
When I got up the next day my mum was already making breakfast and the postman had been with the post. Mum was cross;
"I don't know what the post office is coming to! They delivered a letter for Kathleen today and it's been folded in two. Postmarked Bristol, It will mean you have to drive her down there again. If you are going up stairs, can you take it up to her?"
"Shall I take her a cup of Coffee?"
"Don't be silly, you know she's gone off coffee, it's because she's pregnant. Don't you pay any attention to anything she says?"
I took the letter and Kathleen put it aside without opening it.
"You recognise it of course?" she said.
I couldn't think of anything to say so she continued and, mistaking my silence for criticism, began to justify her actions.
"Please don't judge me too harshly, lots of people organise the whole of their lives by telling white lies and for me this one time was morally difficult."
She shook her head at my silence and continued apologetically;
"It was the only thing I could think of, I reused the envelope from the last appointment and what's done is done."
But what was done? I wondered out loud.
"I had to do it don't you see? I realised you have drawn your conclusions about me and my relationships with my younger brothers and I want you alone so we can talk it through. I need to explain from my point of view."
I moved towards her, surely a hug was in order? But she moved away until the bed stood between us and she continued.
"I love teaching you how to pleasure me and your innocence and sense of wonder at what we do together is very stimulating but now I am worried. I cannot bear the thought I may be both robbing you of your innocence and in return teaching you doubt and cynicism. I will tell your mum about the two fictive appointments in Bristol and we are going to stay at my house. We will have three days and two nights together, alone and un chaperoned"
She looked around the room, out the window, at the floor, anywhere but at me and then broke quietly into tears. Horrified, I quickly approached her and this time she entered my embrace and pressed herself into my body.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." she said after a while. "I don't know what came over me."
She pushed me out the door telling me to get off to work and asking that I tell mum she was going to have a bath;
"I think better in the bath, I'll see you this afternoon."