“Just because I’ve had a bit of a dry spell lately, it doesn’t mean I’m cold and uptight. I love sex - and I’m very good at it.” I let out a big sigh. “And you certainly know your way around a woman’s anatomy!”
“That’s because I’ve had plenty of practice. But I haven’t seen any girl get turned on as much as you. I can’t wait to feel your pussy grip my cock.” He gets up and moves around to stand beside me. As I glance up, he swiftly removes his shorts and I gasp, biting my bottom lip at the sight of him in all his naked glory. From top to toe - and every inch in between - he is simply divine.
I roll onto my side as he kneels near my head. I can’t take my eyes off his body, especially his cock. If he’s as good with his cock as he is with his hands, I’m going to die in my back garden, on a sunny Sunday afternoon with my legs open and a big smile on my face. He sighs as I take him in my hand and I marvel how good he feels. Warm and velvety to the touch, my hand barely contains his long, thick length. My God, what a magnificent creature he is.
A few gentle movements are all it takes to bring a deep, throaty groan from him. He strokes my body as I lean forward and place my lips against the head. I make him wait a few more seconds before starting a long, slow slide down as much of his length as I can manage. He lets out a groan as I softly suck a few times before easing back up, keeping only the shiny bulbous head in my mouth. I slide my lips back and forth over his delicious velvety flesh, my tongue dancing round and round and flicking the eye. As he moans and sighs, my mouth begins to water as I savour the taste of his meaty flesh. I’d forgotten just how much I love giving head. The smell and the taste - and the control it gives me over a man even if I’m on my knees.
Jamie strokes my ass as I part my lips as wide as I can and begin another long, slow slide as deep as possible down that huge, hot shaft of young cock. “Oh God, Anne, you’re very good at this!” The fat head nudges the back of my throat and I struggle not to gag. Slipping him out, I hold him tightly as I suck and lick his balls. More sighs and murmurs as I trail the tip of my tongue up the ridge of his shaft before taking him back in my mouth. “Oh, you are so fucking good!” His hands are in my hair as he rocks slightly. I noisily slurp up all the pre-cum oozing from his cock. “So good!” Back and forth over the wet head, my tongue slides over him as my saliva coats his shaft. “But when I come I want to be deep inside you.”
He pulls away from me carefully and stands, his straining erection almost plum-purple. He rolls me onto my back and stands over me, straddling the lounger. Before I know what’s happening, he spreads my legs and sits between them. Gripping his cock, he positions it at my wet entrance. Placing his hands on my waist, he smirks at me. “Oh, Auntie Anne,I’m going to really enjoy fucking you after years of jerking off and wet dreams.” In one smooth, long thrust he pushes himself inside me. All the way - in one single, slow, exquisitely painful movement. I arch my back, gritting my teeth and panting as the pressure of being filled by such hot, hard flesh builds.
Drawing in his breath, he slowly slides back until just the thick head remains inside me, stretching me wide open. Again, he thrusts full length, groaning as he relishes the slick, juicy grip of my muscles. Still buried deep inside, he takes a hand and circles the union of our flesh. My juices coat us both and he smears it around the base of his shaft and along my swollen folds.
He presses my clit and as I arch my spine, groaning, he wraps his arms around me. He lifts me, his cock still completely inside me, and reclines until he’s on his back and I’m straddling him. The overfull feeling is almost too much. My breasts heave in the sun as I gasp. “Oh Jamie! Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I cry, my sex fit to burst. I sit astride him, my head thrown back, moaning and unable to move. His hands fondle my breasts as I remain motionless - frozen, captured in absolute ecstasy. I daren’t move in case I explode.
I place my hands on his chest and slowly raise myself up. The feel of his huge cock filling me is just wonderful and the fact that it belongs to someone I really shouldn’t be fucking makes the thrill even more exciting. The feel of his tight, hard body beneath me is amazing. Solid and muscular - and not just his cock. Gorgeous, tanned, smooth and flawless, it’s pure heaven. I relish every single luxurious inch of my ride. I keep the head deep inside and slam back down, coming hard and groaning loudly. God, it’s fantastic having this young cock inside me. Jamie groans just as loud as he slaps my ass.
I slide back up, gripping him and then slamming back down, making us both gasp. He raises himself up, grabs a handful of my hair and kisses me hard. “You’re so fucking tight and wet.” Then he lies back down, a big smirk on his face. “Come on, Auntie Anne, give me your best ride!”
He asked for it. I place my hands on his ripped waist and begin to shift. I start a steady rhythm up and down that thick length. Over and over, I take him balls-deep inside my sex, my slick muscles giving him plenty of wet sensation. His hands alternate between slapping my ass and squeezing my breasts. Up and down that magnificent cock I bounce, gasping as I feel it pushing deep inside my soul. “So, how am I doing, Jamie?” I take him hard and fast, making him roll his head back. “Am I as good as your college girlies?”
He slaps my ass hard and pulls me down. “Good? You’re the wildest ride I’ve ever had. So wet and hot - you make me feel fucking huge, like I could stay rock hard forever.” He opens his eyes and takes his hands up to rest on my breasts. “God, you’re fantastic!”
Those words coming from the mouth of physical perfection make my heart race. My thrusts are quicker now, shallow and more desperate. I feel deliciously stretched, full to overflowing and ready to explode. He’s deep inside me now as I lean forward and grind my clit hard against his fat base. “Oh Jamie, I’m so close!” I almost sqeuak as I squirm and wriggle with this gorgeous young man buried to the hilt in my hot, willing body.
Just as I’m about to hit plateau - and hit it hard - he sits up and flips me onto my back. He smiles down at me as I whimper and gasp with the need to come. He pulls out and teases his cock-head up and down the lengths of my wet folds before slamming back in. I arch my back and cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he thrusts hard. “Oh Auntie Anne,” he grunts as he fucks me real hard. “What a deliciously sweet fuck you are. The absolute fucking best!”
He barely moves now, rocking and pressing hard on my clit. The sensation of not-quite-coming is the most beautiful torture. He pulls out and repeats his wet slide along my folds, making me shudder. And then I feel it, that first awe-inspiring long, deep plunge. He pushes full length inside me over and over, fast and hard and furious. I part my legs as wide as possible before wrapping them around his waist, urging him on.
I can hardly breathe as I writhe under him. Suddenly, the lounger creaks and wobbles and collapses under the relentless strain of our coupling. I scream as the full weight of him lands hard on me. No time at all passes before he recovers his stroke and resumes his brutal pounding. I hear his breath - fast and deep and I feel his heartbeat thumping against mine as our bodies crash together. I gasp for air, scratching his back as I lose my struggle for control.
He groans and gasps each time he plunges into me, quicker and quicker, harder and harder. My head thrashes from side to side, the tension inside me building unbearably as his thrusts become shorter and more urgent. He moans “Auntie Anne” with each push and it turns me on even more. Sparks explode in my head as he pushes hard and grinds my clit and the most mind-blowing orgasm tears my whole body apart. I’m shaking as I scream out his name, my entire body bursting into flame, hot juices gushing and my sex exploding into a million pieces. With one final lunge, he finally surrenders to his own climax. With a loud guttural groan, his whole body seems to pour itself into mine. I feel his shaft throbbing deep inside me, the head bursting deep in my core. He groans and gasps for breath, collapsing on top of me and resting his head on my breasts.
I tremble as intense aftershocks ripple through me and, despite the sun, I shiver under his weight. After a few
minutes, I sigh in relief as his cock finally subsides and slides out of my pulsing sex. “Mmm….” is all he can manage to say as he lies between my legs in a happy state of post-coital satisfaction. Recovering a little, he rolls off me and props himself on his side, gazing down at me. All I can do is lie there in the baking afternoon sun with my legs apart, my sex on fire and a very smug smile on my face.
“Well, Jamie, you certainly ended my dry spell in some style!”
He leans over and quickly kisses my sex, making me gasp. “Auntie Anne, you’re anything but dry.” He winks and wiggles his eyebrows.
I groan and roll over to face him, juices slowly trickling down my inner thighs. “So, did I live up to your schoolboy fantasies?” I stroke his thighs, avoiding his cock - for fear of it stirring into life again.
He closes his eyes and a big dreamy smile stretches from ear to ear over his beautiful face. “Oh, you are absolutely spec-fucking-tacular! And when you’ve recovered, I’d like to do it to you all over again - if that’s okay with you.” He leans back over and kisses my breasts and then my mouth.
Before I can reply, we both jump in shock as noises come from next door. They’re back! Shit, fuck, bollocks! Like a pair of naughty teenagers, we quickly redress and are barely decent before his mother and siblings appear in the garden.
Sue, his mother, waves. “Hey, Anne. Is my son getting on your nerves?”
“Of course not.” He got on a lot of things but not my nerves. “He’s been keeping me entertained with stories about what he’s been getting up to at university.”
Jamie looks slightly sheepish and is struggling to keep a dirty smile off his face. “Yeah - and I’m trying to fix her sun lounger. Auntie Anne seems to have broken it somehow. I think it’s beyond repair.” Enough with the Auntie. He’s doing that on purpose. “Well, I suppose I’d better leave you in peace. See you again soon I hope, Auntie Anne.” And then he does that sexy vault thing over the fence again.
“See you around, Jamie.” I turn to Sue. “My God, Sue. When did that little boy of yours turn into a man?”
She laughs. “I know. Terrifying, isn’t it?”
His father, Neil, appears and waves at me. He high-fives Jamie, watching him as he walks past and into the house. Then Neil looks at me with a knowing smile on his face and winks - and I remember the scratches on Jamie’s back.
Oops.
A Grand Day Out
By Violet Fields
The imposing tower house stood at the bottom of the craggy face of the famous gritstone cliff at Stanage Edge in the Peak District. Jenny surveyed the view - the backdrop of the house made its setting as spectacular as the hall itself. She was aware of deep breaths released for pleasure rather than discomfort as someone, probably male, managed the last few steps up to the edge behind with comparative ease.
“You can’t beat that for a view,” said a tall guy with rugged good looks. “Even the air feels better up here, you know.”
Jenny laughed and removed her all-weather bandana, wiping some beads of perspiration from her brow. Her wispy fair hair blew lightly in the breeze into her face and the man leant forward and brushed it away with the soft guiding touch of his fingers.
“You’re a bit forward. Hang on a bit, aren’t you the one who caused all the trouble the other week? Grant, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know what you could possibly mean by that.”
“Not much you don’t. Disobeying the backmarker indeed.”
“Hmm, that’s not strictly true; I just suggested a quicker route and Len went along with it.”
“A quicker route that took two hours instead of twenty five minutes? It resulted in two women making a formal complaint to the chairman.”
“Yeah well, that wasn’t really my fault…”
“I didn’t think it would be somehow.”
“Come along you two,” said Cliff, the walk leader, “There’s lots more to see when we get down in the village and follow the Jane Eyre trail.” The rest of the group wandered ahead.
“Never mind Jane Eyre,” whispered Grant to Jenny, “I’d love to see you doing the Keira Knightley thing from Pride and Prejudice up there.” He pointed to a particular cliff edge that jutted out quite prominently.
Jenny looked at him incredulously. “Are you totally insane?”
“It’s where they filmed the 1995 film version. Keira stood on that very rock-right there.” He pointed to the relevant outcrop again.
“Grant, I live just a few miles away, I know that. I also recognise an all-round crazy git when I meet one.”
“No, I promise you that I’m not. Just humour me for a while will you, and hold back for a few minutes when the others descend towards North Lees Hall - it’ll be more than worth it.”
“Not content with getting a warning on last week’s walk and upsetting two delicate ladies - you’re hell bent on upsetting another, are you?”
Jenny was aware that her cheeks were glowing, but not with embarrassment. Her blood was inexplicably thrashing around her system where it had lain chilled for perhaps too long. She dared not think what he might be suggesting. Her ears were whooshing with a heady pressure as it dawned on her that she definitely would need to acquiesce to his demands in case she never felt so tuned into her own body again. Even under several layers of clothing she could feel a cloying dampness in her thermal knickers and boy did she like that feeling.
“Are you sure we’ll be able to catch them up?” she asked.
“Oh, tempted are you?”
“I like this group and have no wish to be thrown out just to satisfy a silly whim of yours.”
“We’ll catch them up; it’ll only take a bit. Purely the hors d’oeuvres.”
“Look, I don’t know what your game is mister…”
He caught her in a swift embrace and popped a gloved finger to her lip.
“Believe me, you’re going to like it.”
“What do you want me to do exactly?” she said.
“Just edge along that cliff, not too far mind, I don’t want you falling. Then imagine you’re wearing a long billowing dress but with no underwear.”
“How do you know I don’t have vertigo or something?”
“Jenny, I don’t believe that you’re scared of anything.”
“How do I know you’re not going to push me off the edge, then?”
“Why, that should only add to your excitement.”
“What the ..? And my God, you don’t want much do you? It’s a bit of a stretch that fantasy, when I’m wearing an anorak, fleece, thick t-shirt and thermal layering, you know. Not to mention my woolly hat, scarf, gloves and me boots!”
Grant merely smiled and gestured towards the edge. Without saying another word he moved close to Jenny, removing her rucksack. After he did so, he placed his arms around her neck and looking longingly into eyes, kissed her once slowly and deliberately. It was a delicious kiss but not really a passionate one - an embrace that promised much much more.
Soon, Jenny was confidently stepping out to the edge of the cliff and was standing where Keira had stood before her.
“Just close your eyes and dream for few minutes. Get yourself into character. Go on, close your eyes. You’re more beautiful than she is anyway. And you’ve got better tits by far.” Jenny opened her eyes at this and shouted, “How can you see my tits under all this?”
“I noticed them in the pub the other week after a walk. Could you please be quiet and close your eyes?”
“You really are mad.”
“I am not.”
“Jenny, you look beautiful. The way your hair billows in the breeze - the dimple in your chin. Everything about you screams woman. Even when you’re covered in mud. In fact, more so when you’re covered in mud. I bet you’re wondering if I’m about to take you on this edge right now while we’re alone…”
There was a rustle in the bushes and the backmarker, Harry, popped his head up as he climbed the steps leading to the edge.
“What the heck
is Jenny doing up there?” said the silver-haired impostor.
“I don’t know,” said Grant. “I’ve tried asking her. Thinks she’s Elizabeth Bennett or Jane Eyre or something. Bit weird if you ask me. Is that the way down, Harry me old mate? I’ll come with you if you don’t mind.”
“I can’t leave Jenny up there, Grant,” said Harry. “It’s me duty as backmarker.”
“Jenny, what you doing up there? The rest of them walked to the village a while back. Come down, there’s a love,” he added.
A few minutes later Jenny was ready to slap Grant on the way down to North Lees for the wicked way he’d behaved when Harry almost discovered them - doing what exactly?
“I have to say, the others will be wondering where the devil we are,” said Harry. “I reckon that Jeff has gone to a lot of trouble to put on this walk and talk about its cultural significance. He won’t take kindly to them that lag behind for no good reason.”
“Tell you what Harry,” said Grant. “Reckon I know enough to show Jenny a thing or two myself so why don’t you hurry along and catch up the others and tell them that we have left the official walk?”
“What, and leave you to your own devices? Is that what you really want Jenny - seems most irregular to me?”
Without letting Harry see, Jenny kicked Grant on the shin and whispered to him, “That’s for making out I was some sort of idiot up there.”
Then she said: “Oh yes, Harry that’s fine, I like to be free to explore certain new places at my leisure, you know.”
“Hmm… there’s something a bit odd about this if you ask me, but fair enough. See you next week maybe.”
“Alone at last,” said Grant, as soon as Harry was out of earshot.
“Hardly,” replied Jenny. “There’s loads of ramblers pass this way.”
“That’s part of the thrill.”
They took the final part of the descent from the top of Stanage Edge towards North Lees Hall and stood together hand-in-hand, looking at the impressive building.
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