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Artists Impression Ch. 01

By: joulie



The Start

An 'arty' Bistro in Clifton, a rooftop lounge, a hearty meal and several glasses of vino lubricated the tongues at our recent gathering. Celeste, a graphics illustrator took the floor. As you can imagine, we were all absolutely disgusted at the tale she told us.

I've lived in this area for years. I graduated from the "Slade" in '59 and came down here to Clifton, there was quite a clique of artists in the area all living the arty life, half the time starving, half the time drunk, smoking a bit of weed at times for effect. 

I was as they say, 'of independent means' which meant in my case, mummy and daddy had money, I won't say much about that, it's so vulgar don't you think? We all giggled, never having had to worry about the 'vulgarity' of wealth. 

I lived to the same standard as the rest of the clique, but I was in the position of not having to worry about the rent, or where the next meal came from, and I did look after my friends, I always had money for food.

Most of us were horny, getting satisfaction where we could, but mainly from within the clique, it didn't matter much who satisfied who, girl or boy, we felt very decadent. I preferred boys, but as they say any port in a storm, and let's be fair, I did enjoy a storm.

My studio, well small flat , calling it a studio gave it a status it far from that which it deserved, was at a stretch adequate and to be honest I did some of my most creative work in that studio.

Life in the area was very like village life, familiar faces, familiar shops, even an early supermarket, not like supermarkets today, you even got to know the staff, and they got to know you. 

I had the urge, what do they call it now a days, the hots, for Brian, he always called me madam, he was sweet, always helpful, always polite and oh so good looking. I said about satisfaction from friends, I can't hope to tell you the number of times that satisfaction at the hands of a girlfriend was enhanced by Brian in my head to give a boost to my cumming.

I had to have this boy. I call him a boy, he was in his early twenties, Me? At the time I was in my thirties, you don't need that detail, just to know I was besotted with him. No, really, I mean, my life depended on it, I had to have him. I am sure you know what I mean girls, we get those fixations don't we? Well I did; there was only one way to scratch my itch and only one person to scratch it.

My favourite garment at that time was a kaftan, and as you will remember girls a kaftan can hide a lot of sins. You could be totally covered by a Kaftan and yet be totally naked under it. Totally modestly covered yet....

I decided that I wanted to do some male nude studies, it had followed on from an inebriated discussion and I saw the opportunities.

Thursday morning, rolled out of bed, no milk for coffee, fuck it! Mules, fingers through my hair, Kaftan on, bright summer morning, a little draft whispering around my whiskery pie, into the supermarket. Might just see 'him'

"Morning Brian!"

It was beginning to feel like a damp morning and that at just a sight of him.

"Morning madam. Like the kaftan, suits you!"

My heart was all aflutter,

"Milk?"

"Usual place, I'll get you..."

"Its ok, I'll get it." I bent, knowing that standing before me as he was he would be he would have a good view down my front. My tits standing free, nipples erect,

He smiled. It was all I could do not to faint. I knew he had seen.

"Cornflakes, I am starving."

"Me too," he winked "On the bottom shelf next aisle over." 

The store was deserted this early, the cashier on the till at the front of the store, just the two of us on the shop floor.

"Be a dear, get them for me?"

"Of course madam."

We moved to the aisle, he stooped to the bottom shelf and handed the packet to me as I stooped to join him making sure I showed him the moistening treasure between my thighs.

Again that smile. 

"The staff of life?"

He raised his right eyebrow quizzically with a very cheeky grin.

"Bread...you know a small loaf."

"You only want a small one?" he winked.

"Well, big enough."

"We only have the very large ones left from yesterday, the bakery hasn't delivered yet."

"Damn."

"Sorry, they should have delivered an hour ago."

"Oh, I suppose it doesn't matter, I will manage somehow."

"I pass your house on the way home; if you need I could drop a loaf in if you like?"

"This evening? What time do you pass?"

"Your lucky day, you don't have to starve till then, I finish at one o'clock today."

"One o'cock did you say?" I couldn't resist responding to his flirting.

"No madam, O'cLock!"

"Well if you are going to call at lunch time, bring the small loaf, and a French stick, I have some wine and we can lunch together."

"That sounds very tempting, but should I be so familiar with a customer?"

"Just remember to ring the right doorbell, don't want to disturb the other residents and my studio is on the top floor."

"But I don't know your name."

I left him in the aisle, and I drifted with my moist pussy toward the checkout. Leaving the store I turned, he was tidying the shopping baskets...I gave a smile and called...

"Celeste."

He disappeared into the store while I went off up the hill toward my studio, my mind racing, would he arrive with the bread, would he share with me, could I work things to suit my desires, I was like a virgin on a first date, and me, someone who could usually get someone into my knickers with no problem at all. But he was a boy. At least five years younger than me, maybe more. He was always respectful, but he did flirt, sometimes outrageously. 

Oh my god, I was going to be alone with him...if he turned up...and in private too. All the other times we had spoken we had been in public, or at least in a place where there was the 'protection' of other people...suppose I have been misreading the signs, maybe he was just being cheeky, maybe he wasn't flirting, maybe he wouldn't want there to be anything else with an 'old' woman like me.

I made myself a coffee and sat, resolved to calming myself and reassuring myself that he wouldn't have offered if he hadn't wanted to, certainly he wasn't coerced.

I stripped as my bath was running, the breeze from the open balcony door raising goose bumps on my exposed skin. Then on to choosing the sexiest practical garments to dress in after the bath.

I luxuriated beneath the bubbles, I was so excited it was impossible to keep my hands to myself...no, that's wrong. I could keep my hands to myself, I just couldn't keep them off my... you know.

The silky smooth soapy water, with the with the support of my wet hands caressing my breasts, the nipples of course erect and tingly as I flicked over them, the sensation as I am sure you can imagine was incredible, obviously, the sensations in my nipple, as it does, did not remain in the nipples, and gradually a sensation was developing in the forested area below my navel if you get my drift.

Talking of drift, my hand drifted toward the newly developing sensation, it needed a little tickle to get things moving, and get moving it did. I was in heaven, lying there in the warm bath, one hand at my bosom (tits to you) maintaining the glorious sensations in my nipples, the other guiding my clit toward a fantastic orgasm. 

Suddenly came to my senses, it was twelve thirty, heck, great as my sexual bathing was, I needed to complete my toilette, and get dressed up for my "delivery".

I didn't usually dress up when I was working at home, which was always as home was my studio, today was going to be different...I hoped. So what was it to be? 

Short sleeve quite saucy chiffon blouse, stockings, suspenders, French knickers, a light nylon brassier in white for purity...sort of, and a wide dirndl skirt. My tits were still quite perky, didn't sag very much and I didn't want to conceal my very suckable nipples, a girl can live in the hopes that she will be able to enjoy her assets.

I had just completed, and was primping the last strands of my blonde hair into place, isn't it amazing the way your hair can be perfectly behaved except when you are in a rush and its important, when it goes which ever which way, when the door bell trilled startlingly. My heart lept, my nipples re erected, and I felt a thrill down below.

I left the flat door just on the latch as I sped down to the block door, I think I touched each stair as I went, but that is by no means guaranteed, I may have missed any number.

Arriving at the door, I paused, I had to compose myself, be nonchalant, I wanted this boy, but I didn't want to appear over eager...even though I was...for him. Let's face it, I could get nookie any time, but I was so in need of 'him' I could cry. Sounds pathetic doesn't it?

The doorbell trilled again, waking me again from my reverie. 

"Ok, Ok, Ok Brian, I won't be a moment."

I opened the door, there 'he' was, surrounded by this beautiful golden aura, and bathed in the sound of a million violins...ok, so I was a bit soft in the head. I was fine as I asked him in, with his small loaf in his left hand. Fine until I saw that phallic French stick in his right hand, dribble? Suddenly I felt I needed a pee.

"W w w would y y you like to come in?"

"If you like, I didn't know you had a stammer."

"Only when I am nervous."

"Come in."

He stepped in. I preceded him up the stairs to my studio, knowing full well that he was watching, or at least I hoped he was watching my backside as I climbed. I am sure that had I been naked below the waist it would have been his hot breath on those nether cheeks. 

As we reached the top, sorry as I reached the top Brian stopped several steps down and I felt that he was studying my legs, my skirt was just a little long to facilitate an excellent view. I hoped he had liked what he had seen.

"Are you coming in or are you suddenly scared of the fate which may be awaiting you?"

"Oh yes, I am coming in, what, miss a lunch with my most beautiful customer, or go back to my bed sitter and read up on cheese production in Britain today, what would you choose?"

In the kitchen, I indicated a chair and started to hack the French stick into pieces before presenting him with the butter, cheese and....

"Would you like a beer or a glass of red?"

"I am your guest, what would you usually have?"

"A glass of red...or two..."

"Then that is what I would like."

We sat, and ate, we drank, we talked of nothing and we flirted. It was trivial at first, looking into each others eyes. Him looking at my erect nipples poking little bumps in my blouse. 

Me giggling, asking,

"What are you looking at?"

Him saying

"I don't know if it's ethical, flirting with customers."

"Are you?"

"You are, but does that mean I should?"

"You are not in the shop now, so I am just a woman, not a customer, maybe I am a friend."

"That's true."

"Maybe I am too old for you to be comfortable."

"Good lord no, seeing as you are not a customer, just a woman, I don't think you are too old, heck, you are upright and breathing and if you know anything about blokes, particularly younger blokes that you have been leading on for weeks you will know that's the main criteria, age doesn't come into it."

"So...it's just down to hormones?"

"This mornings performance was a bit direct, loose top and no bra, then flashing your naked pussy at me, don't tell me it was accidental, and then asking for the 'staff of life'... well."

"You noticed."

"Oh yes, I noticed, I have lusted after you since I first came to work there."

I giggled.

"I also noticed that you are a real blonde, if you want to keep secrets like that you have to keep your knickers on."

"When I stooped for the cornflakes!" I wagged my finger... "you must have been quick to study that much detail."

"Its more, how should I put it, keenly interested in stimulating views."

"Oh, I am keen on stimulating views too, snap, two of a kind!"

Brian was rifling though my paintings, good, bad and indifferent , still life, portraits, commercials, abstracts, and, I wouldn't be a real artist if the wasn't any figure studies, nudes to you.

"You don't enjoy painting nudes do you?"

"I do, but I am not very good at it."

"And I know why." Brian smugly informed me.

"Come on then, why am I not good at it?"

"Its clear, You don't like painting naked women."

"So I would be better at nudes if I painted male nudes?"

"Dunno, maybe."

"See...there are plenty of willing female figure models."

Brian shrugged his shoulders and resumed his rummaging through my works.

"Would you...no I suppose not...would you sit for me, so I could try a male nude."

"Ooooh noooo, I am much to shy to do anything like that!"

"You? Shy? You must be joking, an outrageous flirt like you, shy?"

"I really am shy, and I know I flirt but that's it."

"Oh go on with you. I bet you are in great demand, I can't believe I am your only admirer."

"You are the only one I have ever met up with in private."

"Oh, so you have only had sex in public?"

"No."

"No?"

"No, I have never had sex, too shy."

"Good Lord! A virgin!"

"That's it, embarrass me."

"Not at all, its sweet."

"Its embarrassing."

"You wouldn't have to have sex; if you didn't want." I crossed my fingers as I lied, "just take your clothes off for a friend."

I poured more wine. We drank. I poured more wine and we drank yet more.

Brian was a little more tipsy than me, I was probably more used to vino than he was.

"Go on, please, pretty please, sit for me."

"You promise, you won't laugh...if I take my clothes off."

"Oh Brian, I promise, the last thing I want to do is laugh at you."

"Hic, pardon, I think I might be tipsy."

"That doesn't matter," I pottered about, putting a canvas on my easel.

"Are you going to watch me take my clothes off?"

"Do you want me to?"

Brian shrugged and started to fumble with his shirt buttons.

"I can give you a hand if you like." I offered.

"The buttons are too big to go through the button holes." He giggled.

I helped, and his shirt was soon discarded. I rubbed my hands over his sparsely haired chest, his nipples hard, then dropped my hands to the waist band of his trousers. He caught my wrists and held me as I unclipped it and eased the zipper down.

He sat and I knelt before him to unlace his shoes. Standing, as he did, to remove his trousers, they dropped to the floor, I stooped to take them as he stepped out of them, my face very close to his Yfronts tented with his erection.

This was promising to be an interesting afternoon.

"You know you said you have never had sex?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever, you know, got your hands on a woman's bits."

"No, not really, I like to flirt, and I do like ladies, but the ones that flirt with me are older ladies..."

"Like me?"

"No, much older, and I like them, but they don't seem to want me like that."

"Don't you believe it, I bet they would if you tried."

"Anyway, I live in a bed sitter, so it would not be a good place to take them."

I had turned away leaving him to divest himself of the last protection of his modesty, the last cover to that essential part of him I desired most. It has to be said, that I had absolutely no idea of what he had, or didn't have between his legs, I wanted it anyway.

Without turning towards him I directed.

"Over there, on that chaise, on your side, propped on your elbow, one leg straight, the other bent at the....Oh my god... how sweet of you, you brought me a lollipop."

He was struggling manfully to conceal his quite acceptable circumcised erection. "I am so sorry, I hope I haven't embarrassed you... not used to situations like this."

"No sweety, you haven't embarrassed me, I have seen erections before, maybe not as spectacular as that one, my god that is truly a beauty, but it has certainly not caused me embarrassment."

"Sorry, but although I have willed it too, it just won't go down, probably because I think you are so lovely."

"Oh how sweet."

"I am sorry."

"You will understand, its just that I can't paint you like that, It would just dominate the canvas, and really it should be a small, well in your case a medium part of the whole."

"Should I dress and we can try to think of something else..."

"No, No, No dear boy, I am sure we can find a way round the problem." I almost paniced. 

Brian lay on the chaise exactly as I had directed him, just with his spectacular circumcised, I love that word, prong before him, bobbing gently in time with his pulse.

"You don't mind if I arrange things to suit do you?"

"N, N,No, I don't want to spoil it for you."

I suspected that I saw almost a slackening of his appendage, and that was the last thing I wanted. Hopefully the touch of my hand would restore the situation.

I touched. It strengthened again.

"I wasn't sure that was going to work, I think we might be on a loser, I don't know if it's the wine, but for some reason I feel rampant."

"Well, we will just have to try something else."

I took a very delicate hold on him...

"Now lie back and close your eyes..."

"I would really like to look at you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes on."

"You young man are drunk!"

"No, honest, I mean it, you are without a doubt the mist beaufital woman I have ever seen, and one day I wank to see more of you."

"Beaufital? Wank to see more of me, you are definitely drunk."

" I ave wanked over your tits, excuse me boobies, no sorry, beasts many times."

"How can you have, You have only ever had a glimpse like this morning."

"Thass right, but one day I will, till then I just have to drink about, sorry think about them."

"I think you have had enough wine."

"Well what are we going to do with this thing?"

I knelt before him, then bent towards him and gently sucked on his crinkly sack. Then sucked each of his swollen balls, scraping over my teeth and into my mouth one at a time.

He moaned.

"Will this get rid of it do you think?"

"Oh yes, dear boy, this method is cast iron guaranteed, It doesn't always last very long, but it will be effective and there are other thing we can try if this doesn't work, but I have never known it fail yet."

Making sure that I maintained his erection with my hand, I licked the length of my lollipop, slowly, gently, sensuously, until I got to the top, when I swirled my tongue around the purply head with its hint of precum, Oh God, how delicious. My game continued for about a quarter of an hour when suddenly...

"Watch out!" 

I took that to mean that my ministrations had not been in vain. I slipped my mouth again over the head of his cock, scraping with my teeth as I did so, stretching the orifice wide, and sucked strongly, if the precum was delicious, the cum was a gourmets delight with copious mouthfuls of his nectar being blasted onto the back of my throat. 

Did I swallow? You bet your life I did. Not a drop was wasted as I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft. Some of course lubricated the shaft as it passed between my lips, but no waste, as I slurped up the residue on each bob of my head.

From Brian, no words, just a prolonged groan as he discharged his gift to me. Eventually he started to slacken. Swallowing I removed my mouth from his knob, and proceeded to lick his shaft clean. Long, broad licks, the full width of my tongue, gathering up the last of the juice, I glanced the mirror behind Brian and could see the glistening, thick, creamy white seamen pooled on my tongue before each swallow.

A faint snore drew my attention to Brian's face, his head was back, eyes closed, and mouth open. He was of course slack, but I had no interest in painting a sleeping David, it was my fault, plying him with so much wine, and he had delivered all I could have wished for, well, nearly all, because, one way or another I was going to have that virgin cock.


Artists Impression Ch. 01



Lunch, with French bread, wine and cheese was gone, as was Brian's sturdy erection. If he was being truthful, and I had no reason to doubt, he had taken the first steps to a satisfying new hobby.

I let him sleep as I ducked out to get a few lamb chops for the evening meal. It was dark when I got back, and I could see the light on in my flat, I just hoped that Brian hadn't decided to run out on me. 

Fortune smiled on me, he was awake and sitting, still naked as a jay bird, on the Chaise where I had left him, sporting yet another throbbing erection.

"That," he grinned " was the most fantastic experience I have ever had but I guess it didn't work!"

"Well, it did, but not for very long obviously, just look at you, back where we started."

"Did you start your painting?"

"No, you fell asleep."

"Did not!" he laughed.

"Oh yes, and snored too. I hope you won't always fall asleep."

"Always? You mean ..."

"I want to paint you nude, and if that means...."

"No!"

"You being a Virgin, is that a life choice?"

"Certainly not."

"Certainly not?"

"Its just never worked out."

"I...am just going to cook you some dinner, no wine this time. And then."

"And then?"

"Wait and see."

We dined modestly, well I was modest, Brian was still starkers, his erection creating a teepee under his serviette. I didn't want the meal to be too heavy, I had plaaans.

"Coffee?"

"Please."

I have to admit to relishing the sight of this naked young man, I had no inclination to have him dress.

"Come, join me on the chaise."

There was space between us as he took his place, not at all what I wanted. 

"Come, here, by me." I patted the chaise close to me.

He eased himself along.

Now his thigh was touching mine, that was more to my liking.

"You are such a sweet boy." I patted his thigh lightly.

He shivered slightly.

"Cold?"

"Not really." 

I hugged him to me, not having waited for his reply. 

I leaned towards him and ensured that our lips met, a lingering kiss, modest at first 'til I eased my tongue between his lips. As if by magic his hand rose to my breast. my chiffon blouse slipped silkily over my brassier as he stroked, my nipple within erecting at his touch. 

Now and again girls, we all, well some of us anyway, when we set sights on a guy, get, how shall I say it, a bit obvious. Me, at about thirty (ish) ok about thirty five, should have known better than to have strayed into the realms of a mini skirt...but I did. 

The one I was wearing this evening was far too distant from knee length...for decency if that was to be the intention,(it wasn't), more shall we say just below stocking top level. Those new fangled tights, just coming in seemed to be, well, not for me. 

And yes, I do know, French knickers and miniskirts are not an ideal combination...well not for street wear, at least not for street wear unless you were engaged in a 'particular' line of business. This however was not the street, and although I had high hopes for the end result, I was not in that 'particular' business. French knickers were favourites of mine when I was 'in the mood'.

The kiss lingered, and lingered, we were both breathing heavily when I took his hand from my breast and placed it on my knee. His cock was bobbing freely and I had a strong temptation to take hold of it, restraining myself only by convincing myself that it may just go off in my hand.

I returned to kissing , and again insinuated my tongue between his lips. His hand caressed my stockinged knee, oooh his touch, so, so, electric. His hand now between my knees as they started to part ever so slightly in what I hoped might be a tempting invitation. 

Brian didn't disappoint, as his hand slowly crept up between my thighs until at last, the electrical charge of his touch on the naked damp flesh beyond the thickened nylon stocking top. His fingers, separated now only by the silky whisp of my Frenchies from my furry treasure, were longingly anticipated.

Our kisses, prolonged, our breathing heavy and sort of nasal snorting neither he nor I wanting to pause for a breath, I eased the itch in my palm by grasping his throbbing cock. Breaking the kissing he paused, looking steadily into my eyes seeking permission, if any were needed, before he intruded to the leg of my knickers. 

My seductive sexy choice of the mini skirt was, I can say it myself now, just a little foolish, even if as I felt at the time, sexy. Let's face it, it was tight. I am sure you can imagine the problem girls, you can, can't you? It was just so tight, I couldn't part my thighs sufficiently to allow his hand to progress.

"Don't you want?" He murmured, struggling to move his hand trapped between my thighs. "We don't have to..."

I relinquished his lips.

"Of course I do, more than you may ever know."

He removed his hand, and helped me to my feet, as I struggled to release the tight waist fastening of my skirt, his fingers busied themselves in removing my blouse, the chiffon ensured that as soon as the buttons were released it simply slithered from my shoulders and as the skirt eased down, both garments whispered to the floor, it took just one swift move to kick them under the chaise.

Quickly we resumed our embrace, I pulled him to me, his firm erection pressing against my belly as he, reached for and found my breast, my passion rising, our breathing laboured. His first tender, groping touch creating a deeper lust in me. 

I am sure that he could feel my erecting nipple as he squeezed and fondled. He slipped his fingers under the lower hem of my bra and pulled it free of my tits, leaving it for the time to hang limply from my shoulders. We separated.

"My God." He looked down at the gifts he had uncovered. Flushed pink in my lust.

"My God" he repeated as he tenderly lifted and kissed each in turn.

My head dropped back and he eased away from my breast and licked and kissed his way up along my throat till once again he was able to regain my willing lips. His hand fondled my tits, his thumb flicking across each nipple in turn.

I moaned, Oh God I moaned, a deep, soul filling moan that shook a shuddering orgasm free to ripple through my whole being.

If this was the effect of his hand on my breast, his lips on my body and kisses on my lips, what was I to expect should his fingers reach their ultimate goal, the very thought drove the orgasm on, my god what a cum I was having, I hoped it would last forever.

We rolled together back onto the chaise, I had one foot on the seat and the other on the floor lying as he was, Brian was closer to where I wanted him than I had ever hoped. My honour was protected soley by the shear nylon of my French knickers, a protection which I lived in hope would not prove too effective. My honour was of far less concern to me than my need of satisfaction.

Brian's hand stole back between my thighs, stroking upward, caressing my stocking clad thighs. The open leg of the French knickers provided little resistance to his intrusive touch. The thickened tops of my stockings first surrendered, allowing his hand to gain access to my naked thighs, his touch, shockingly electric.

I could sense his touch near my pubes the anticipation almost making me want to wet myself before he actually touched. Then, the lightest of touches, barely a caress as my curls blessed his touch. 

His next move parted the curls and placed his middle finger at the crest of my plump furrow now quite greasy at the expected intrusion of his phallic substitute. Slowly, tenderly, Brian started to probe, down...

The silkiness, as the sopping inner folds of my cunny parted was almost enough to push me over into something I wanted more control over. Alas it was not to be, the moment his finger touched my exciter, I erupted into an overwhelming orgasm. I clamped his hand between my thighs, his finger still lodged in my crease.

I stroked Brian's back, down along his flanks to his hips, which I held to steady myself as the orgasm washed over me. As I relaxed my thigh grip on his hand, he moved again, every move touched off another wave. Inexperienced as he was, it was impossible for his fingers not to sink deep inside me.

"Shit girl, don't waste you energy on his fingers, wait, not another orgasm til we fuck"I was trying to bring myself back to reality.

I slipped my hand between us and gripped his lollipop. It throbbed heavy in my hand as I steered the swollen knob to the depth he was probing. I displaced his hand and opened myself to Brian's penetration. Young, inexperienced, I knew what to expect, if memory serves , it was just four deep thrusting fucks before he discharged, flooding me with his cream.

In the deep emotion of the following few minutes whilst locked in osculation, the pulsing throbs died away, but not the sobs.

I soothed him, stroking his hair. Smothering his face with a million kisses. Those four pelvic thrusts deep, natural, instinctive fucks, were sufficient to release the orgasm I had held back from his intruding fingers.

I wept, biting my lip, both with joy and yet disappointment at the shortness of this initial congress.

" I am so sorry, So Sorry, I didn't want to do that. It just happened."

I bestowed another million kisses on this sweet boy as he repeated again, and again.

"I am so sorry, so, so, so, sorry."

"Your first?.. Your first fuck?"

Brian nodded. He may have cum copiously yet he remained solid within me.

"Don't worry, it happens. Not necessarily only the first time. I came too, so all is well, don't distress yourself.. if I hadn't, it wouldn't be the end of the world."

As his sobs faded I became aware of first a slight then an increasingly strong throb in my cunny. Brian's hand crept, almost sneakily, apologetically to my bosom, a squeeze, a gentle fondle, a thumb sought out and teased my nipple. My mouth reassured him, as once again, down in the coupling, the instinctive thrusting began, a very delicate twitch, a subtle movement, soon, we were in harmony, meeting thrust for thrust our essential parts totally synchronized as we fucked enthusiastically. 

It seemed to go on forever, it probably didn't, but then, who's counting? I started to cum first, gentle ripples in the early moments gradually increasing in their intensity until Brian with a sigh simultaneously equaled my own strong orgasm, his cream mingled with my ejaculate to flood my cunny with the soothing balm of nature as we climbed slowly down from the plateau of our ecstasy.

Gradually we relaxed, no tears this time, just smiles, hugs and many kisses of appreciation from both of us. As Brian slackened, lubricated by the contents of my pussy, his cock slipped from it's captivity. Not only did his cock slip from me, both he and I slipped to the floor from the chaise. We lay together on our backs, laughing.

"Thank you, that was fabulous, absolutely fab...I told you not to worry." Brian giggled, then leaned up on his elbow, reached across and started to tweek my nipple, tracing around it with his finger.

"It is me that should be thanking you. I have never enjoyed anything like it."

"Come on, help me up."

As we got up from the floor, we could see the snail trail our juices had left on the chaise as we slipped from it.

At that time there was no shower in which we could freshen up our sticky bodies, so while Brian fixed a coffee for us, I filled the big old bath. Together we slipped into the water and relaxed. 

An hour passed. Midnight struck at Christchurch, just five minutes away. We toweled each other dry and snuggled naked together between my sheets, several copulations and goodness knows how many orgasms took place before sleep finally beckoned...

I had achieved my goal, I had slaked my lust for this boy, at least for tonight, these were my last thoughts as I drifted into the arms of Morpheus.

I showed him the moistening treasure between my thighs. 'old' woman suckable nipples virgin naked pussy circumcised erection

French knickers miniskirts plump furrow Breast, Pussy cunny



Artists Impression Ch. 02



Friday morning, 7.30 am it was a trial getting up at that time given the exhausting exercise and the late hour of retirement, Brian remained in the land of nod.

Dressed only in my diaphanous pale blue nylon night dress, pink satin dressing gown and old fluffy mules, I shuffled, stretching, scratching and yawning down to the entrance hallway of the flats. Telephones were often a shared facility in houses such as this.

I dialled the number...

"Highway supermarket."

I inserted the appropriate coins.

I yawned.

"Its Brian Woodcock's landlady here, unfortunately he was unwell in the night, and won't be in work for a few days."

I yawned again.

"Oh dear, sorry to hear that. What's wrong, do you know?"

"Not sure, maybe food poisoning, very sick!"

"Oh dear, any idea what caused it?"

I had to think quickly, what had he been eating the previous night?

"Not sure, I think it may have been something fishy."

"Well give him our good wishes, hope he is back to work soon."

"Bye."

Now back to my studio, to wake Brian with his breakfast.

Something fishy indeed, the nearest he had been to something fishy was my pussy!

I performed my morning duties in the bathroom, Oooh that tingle as my flannel refreshed my still sensitive parts. I clamped my thighs together savouring the moment.

I decided that he truly deserved a 'full English'; I wanted his energy to be at peak. I had no intention of dipping out on the conjugals, even though conjugal activity was a long way from his "rights".

A girl, ok, woman has her needs you know. I had been lusting after young Brian for too long to let it just disappear after just one night of fornication.

Besides I did want to paint him in the nude, in aaalll his glory, and if I had my way, two versions, one for me and one for exhibition.

The one for me was not going to be too difficult, heck he seemed to sport an erection almost permanently; the one for exhibition was going to be more of a challenge. 

In the kitchen, frying pan, toaster, bacon, eggs bread, all the usual. I had already cast off my dressing gown, hoisting my nightdress I tied a frilly apron around my waist before starting to exercise my dubious culinary skills.

My efforts soon generated a wholesome if somewhat smoky aroma, the kettle boiled, tea was made, and plates rattled as I set the table for the morning repast. I heard my bed springs squeak from the other room, followed by the loud high pressure relief of Brian's bladder. 

Vigorous teeth cleaning followed as I stepped away from the cooker and removed my nightdress. Standing now in just my mules and apron. Fortunately the majority of the frying had been completed or my delicate, tender after last nights activity, tits would have been spattered with hot spits of bacon fat.

Brian entered the kitchen obviously refreshed and stark bullock naked. 

"I've over slept; I'll be late for work." 

He yawned and stretched then typically scratched his balls.

Although having mumbled about being late for work, he showed no sign of urgency, no hurry to remedy the situation.

"I phone, and told them you were sick, wouldn't be in till Monday."

"Naughteeee." was Brian's response.

"Help yourself to what you want for breakfast."

The state of his rigid cock did not suggest work, as his eyes appreciated both my style of kitchen wear and of course the breakfast I had prepared. 

He stepped towards me and took me in his arms in passionate embrace, kissing me with open mouthed urgency.

My tits, nipples erect pressed into his sparsely haired chest, while his rigidity nuzzled to my pussy, protected by my simple frilly apron. His hand squeezed my tit before he dropped his head to suckle it. 

I threw my head back, arching my back forcing the nipple further between his lips. With his tongue he caressed up from the nipple around the aureole, and upward over my chest and my throat, regaining my lips with another tongue probing exchange.

He paused.

Then cleared the nicely laid table, cutlery, crockery and the fresh hot pot of tea, all placed neatly on the work surface to the side. It was a delight to watch his cock bouncing about as he moved around, I could but stand and watch.

He approached again and we fell once more into the passionate embrace. I tingled at the touch of his hard knob against my apron clad hairy muff.

I sighed, the breath swallowed by the passion of our open mouthed osculation.

Suddenly, without a word of warning he scooped me gently, well, sort of scooped me, if you can call lifting one leg to waist high scooping, and with him holding that one leg and me hopping on the other, delivered my backside to the breakfast table.

One last hop...

"Ouch"... 

And that was it. I was ensconced on the table. He eased me back till I was lying; my feet clear of the floor, the wood of the table cool against my back and my buttocks right on the edge of the table. 

I spread my legs; the flimsy apron fell between them covering my curly golden treasure.

I sighed. 

Brian dropped to his knees as I raised my legs to catch my heels on the table edge, still the apron between them. Now, I knew, if, when, he lifted the apron my golden curls would be the only covering to my otherwise lewdly displayed pussy.

And so it was, he flipped the apron clear, it fell half across my tits.

His finger tip touched my anus, I shivered, and a thrill ran through my body. He drew the finger forward, up along my now very juicy slit as he touched my pussy his finger was sucked into its soft moistness.

I moaned my acceptance of his intrusion. Next his thumbs, one each side parted the outer lips to even more lewdly expose my being. I could sense my eyes on that most intimate part.

I felt his hot breath as more thrills coursed through my body, followed by the 'electric' shock of his tongue as it started to tease. I was so pleased that my morning ablutions had removed the sticky, creamy residue of our night's enjoyment. 

As a newcomer to this most pleasurable sport he may not have appreciated a richer dish to start the day.

It touched my clit first, that made me jump I can tell you! He then proceeded to examine in detail every tiny part of my pussy with his tongue, assisted where needed by his inquisitive fingers.

Brian clearly knew what he wanted for his breakfast, and it wasn't a 'full English'. I can't say that I was disappointed. His breakfast was my own very enjoyable breakfast too.

He held my hips to at least partially control my pelvic thrusting allowing unfettered scope to his probing tongue. 

Suddenly the tongue was gone and as I lay with my fore arm across my eyes I could sense the increase in lubrication in anticipation of a more substantial intrusion. I didn't need to see to know that Brian was now standing between my parted thighs.

His fingers stroked and caressed my curls, I tingled with anticipation. There was movement. It's going to be ...now.

It wasn't, he moved instead to my side and began to trace my nipples and caress, and squeeze my breasts, a little more that a handful, they were certainly worth the attention which elicited a moan from me. 

Leaning across me he replaced the fingers tweaking my left nipple with his lips, his sparse chest hair teasing my right breast. He suckled, flicked his tongue across, nibbled and teased as slowly his hand crept down over my body stroking, fondling its way gently back to my curly mat.

The attention to my titties, the engorgement of my nipples, the swirling tongue and the caressing hand were all having an effect. His finger parted my curls and slipped between the lips of my pussy. 

He touched my anus, I started. He drew his finger back along the silky furrow until inevitably he reached my clit. The lightest of touches on my sensitivity send me into a crashing orgasm.

His lips met mine, my thighs slammed together, ensuring that his finger and my clit were welded forever, or at the very least until this orgasm had passed. 

Our tongues fenced on in the arena of our open mouths as we savoured each of us our partner's distinctive flavour as we jousted on, riding out the waves of passion ,both physical and emotional as the orgasm drove ever onward.

I wanted to weep, to hug yet more firmly, to force my tongue even further into Brian's mouth. Not on my clit, I wanted that finger, in me or at least I ached for something to be in me, preferably something firm and satisfying.

As I slowly descended from the ebbing tide of orgasm, not a momentary short sharp experience but a truly shattering, extended plateau of sheer pleasure, my thighs reluctantly released his hand as they fell asunder, leaving poor deserted pussy wantonly exposed to the world.

Unashamed, at the intensity of my feelings, a tear trickled down my cheek; his finger traced the sensitive areas of my slippery slit. He tenderly kissed away the tear.

"Why the tears?"

"Oh, nothing really, the depth of feeling, your sensitivity, the intensity of that orgasm, a little disappointment."

Brian coloured up, blushing deeply.

"Ahhhw, why disappointment?"

"It may sound a bit mean but..."

"What did I do?"

"Its more what you didn't. I thought you were going to fuck me, and you didn't."

"Oh dear, an impatient, unhappy customer. Tsk, tsk." His finger continued his ministrations to my puss.

I moaned as he kissed me again. His turgid knob touching against my buttock.

"Who says I have finished my breakfast?" he again fingered my clit.

He stood once more between my thighs. His bulbous knob nestling at the very edge of my pussy lips, poised to strike.

"Should I continue my breakfast?" he withdrew and bent to tenderly kiss my clit. Drawing a breath to take in my aromatic secretion.

"Oh yes, oh yes, please please do, I'm sorry."

"Not another word dear teacher of such magic." He replaced his cock at my entrance and with one short stab impaled me upon it. 

Truly to slide the full length of my passage, pushing aside the lubricated folds within as it progessed. He grasped my backside and pulled me towards him forcing his prick even further into my depths.

Sliding back and forth within me I could but savour this sausage breakfast, I came with the first intrusion and the gentle surging and retreating kept the orgasm or was it orgasms, rolling, it certainly felt like just one very intense cum, rolling and rolling along.

I was on "the pill" so had no worries, when he said that he was about to deliver on his promise, I was prepared, moments before he let go my orgasm had begun to diminish. As he released and the jets of hot, burning, spunk shot hard against my insides I exploded again, my juices flushing down through my channel.

Gently he continued to fuck me, gently, gently, sliding in and out, in and out of my pussy, greasy now with our combined juices. My golden curls smeared with the evidence of our breakfast entangling themselves with his dark hair.

His cock still rigid was still embedded in me when he reached to pull me upright. Sitting now on the edge of the table, I had no desire to relinquish the peg which was such a comfort.

His gentle fucking continued as I clenched and released my vaginal muscles, endeavouring if I could, to milk still more essence from his cock. I nuzzled his neck as his hand returned to tweak my nipple, then pushed his head back to feast upon his lips, my tongue probing the recesses of his mouth and he returning the compliment.

His gentle thrusts started to fade, I could feel his slackening, I tried to squeeze, to hold him, it was not to be, the event, stimulating, pleasurable, exciting event had passed.

His cock, wet and flaccid slithered from my juicy slit as he eased me down from my perch. Lolling wetly against my leg, dribbling the stringy residue from its tip. 

We embraced, firmly, we had too, the alternative was to have landed in a heap on the floor.

"Still disappointed?" he whispered into my ear.

I kissed him passionately on the mouth, whilst breathing,

"No."

And shaking my head.

"Thank you, a fuck I wanted, and a fuck you gave, thank you, thank you."

My apron fell to cover my nakedness, well part of it, as I turned to switch on the kettle, I needed coffee.

Brian left me, his juice starting to grease my thighs as it seeped from me. I could hear sounds, water running. 

God I need a pee.

In the bathroom Brian was running a bath, I joined him, he looked round and smiled.

"We can share this, can't we?"

I nodded.

"Do you mind?" I nodded toward the lavatory.

"No, its ok."

He turned to watch, if that was what he wanted to see I would show him. I stood and straddled the pan, and pulling my lips apart I paused as several drools of our combined juices slobbered from me. 

The act of easing my lips apart misdirected other parts of my anatomy, and my piss, when I started sprayed everywhere but into the pan. I had to sit so as not to cause too much mess.

Brian was obviously stimulated by what he saw as whilst I was noisily emptying my bladder he was re erecting. I leaned forward and taking hold of his cock, kissed its purple head. Of course, all action has a consequence, and a ripper of a fart echoed around the pan, long and loud. 

I giggled, feeling myself turning bright red, Brian giggled, our giggles turning into belly bursting guffaws of laughter. Brian was kneeling on the floor and I had to join him. He thrust his hand between my thighs and flicked the last few spurts of urine free.

"I think we will need this bath." was all he said. 

Grabbing the mop from the corner and starting to clean the mess I had made on the floor. I left him, returning to the kitchen to make coffee. It was too early to have the more conventional (in my circle of friends) glass of vino whilst taking a candle lit bath. Having placed the coffee within reach I joined Brian in the tub. 

Isn't it always the way the guys leave us girls with the plug hole end of the tub? Instead, I sat between his legs he flannelled my back, my neck, my shoulders, then round and over my breasts. I put my head back, seeking his mouth for a kiss. 

The coarse terry fabric of the flannel on my nipples was sort of bitter sweet, I was so sensitive, but could not avoid them becoming erect. His touch was light and in response to his stimulation and fondling of my tits, I felt his cock erecting, first between my bum cheeks and then up along my back. I wriggled back against it, causing it to firm even more.

He washed me thoroughly, down now over my belly and my upper thighs. The soapy flannel again caused a sharp intake of breath as he moved it down between my legs to shampoo my golden curls, I moaned my appreciation.

I turned, to kneel in front of him and taking the flannel from him, soaped it and started to bathe my young Adonis. As I washed his neck and shoulders, I hoped that he would appreciate my titties which were close to his face. I was not to be disappointed. 

He lifted each in turn and suckled as I worked on his ablutions, caressing gently, handling gently, and suckling sometimes not as gently as he nibbled on each distended nipple.

Kneeling high in the cooling water of the bath he allowed me to wash his erection, shuddering as the coarse flannel grazed across the exposed glans. Having cleaned his turgid cock, probably over cleaned it, I slipped the flannel down between his legs I reached as far as I could up between his cheeks washing and cleaning. 

On the way back, I touched his anus, he jumped, and emitted a low moan and shuddered. Very gently I caressed his balls as I washed the area, hoping that I would not cause an eruption.

Finished washing him, I eased him back to lie in the bath, his cock, standing proud of the water like a submarine's periscope. I dipped my head and now it was my turn to suckle as I drew it deep into my mouth.

I suppose that it was about five minutes of sucking when I decided that things were going to get messy. We had only just cleaned up, so I decided that it had better be a deposit in the bank of pussy.

I stood over Brian, and tucked my feet under his hips, then lowered myself till I was crouched above him, it took but a couple of little wriggles to ensure the missile was locked on target and the I lowered myself on to it.

"Well my horny young model, your cock is in my cunt now; you might just as well fuck it." Did I really say that? 

Oh my goodness, I was as horny as I had ever been, and it still wasn't near lunch time. Where he got his energy from I have no idea, but to steady myself I held on dearly to the sides of the bath tub.

Every thrust sent a tidal wave of bath water up to the very lip of the bath. His periodic extra hard thrusts slopped the water over the side. To saturate the floor.

To saturate the floor? Oh shit! I leapt off his cock and out of the bath just as he hit pay dirt. A tremendous fountain of cum shot into the air to fall back and float in globules on the cooling water.

I dashed from the room and grabbed an armful of towels dumping them unceremoniously on the bathroom floor.

"What's going on?" Brian was stroking his still shooting cock.

"The flat down stairs, we will flood the place, all this water on the floor!"

"Oh shit!" 

We both started to mop the water from the floor, I passing the towels to Brian to wring out as they became to wet to be useful. Soon the task was complete and floor adequately dried. 

The one glimmer of fun during the episode was watching Brian's cock bouncing about as we moved. I couldn't watch properly, I was scrabbling around on the floor doing the mopping, but I did keep catching sight of it as it bobbed about.

My pussy ached from the rapid withdrawal of a cock just as I too, had been about to 'blow' when our situation became apparent to me. Funnily enough I only had my eyes open because I was concentrating on watching Brian's face, they would normally have been closed!

I was still on my hands and knees when Brian surprised me. Straight in from behind, doggy style! There was no resistance, I was so wet and slippery, in to the hilt, his balls slapping rhythmically against the tops of my thighs.

When I determined that I wanted to have Brian, I expected a good fuck, if I was lucky. When I discovered he was a virgin, my expectations diminished. But I still thought I might get a measure of satisfaction, and to be honest I was not disappointed.

Little did I realise that once I had unleashed the beast within, that I would have little control. I'm not complaining, rather enjoying the situation.

So there I was, no breakfast, well bathed, floor mopped, and a good hard cock embedded in the usual orifice. I dropped from my hands to my elbows, my cunt now high and conveniently placed for the assault now being made upon it.

I was not, I was determined going to be deprived of another orgasm, if Brian was going to ride me doggy, then I would make sure I got off too. I pushed my hand under between my thighs and exercised my clit with a couple of digits.

I was thrusting back to meet his every push lustily savouring every slap of his ball on my thighs, and periodically stroking them, when, that is, when I could desert my clit.

His thrusts became deeper and more urgent so I strove to meet him, as he lunged hard and even deeper, I started to cum, my clit unbearably sensitive, then felt the hot blasts of his spunk deep, deep in my cunt. 

Thank god I thought for the 'Pill', lets hope it's as reliable as it is supposed to be. The way that fuck went into me I should surely without its protection, be well and truly pregnant.

Gradually his erection diminished and slipped from my well greased hole, trailing the sticky threads down the backs of my thighs. I was fucked, well fucked, almost feeling a little faint as I eased myself to my feet. With the help of the hand basin and the side of the bath.




Artists Impression Ch. 02



I reached for the flannel and soaked it to enable me to clean both my thighs and Brian's cock, and down between my legs. I certainly wasn't, well not at this instant going to suggest getting into the bath again.

Brian got a dry towel from the rail and helped to dry me. I had to grab his wrists on several occasions to stop his ministrations to my sensitive parts. I had my need, and right now, that was for a coffee and a meal. The breakfast was of course cold. 

Both naked as the day we were born, we went to the kitchen, Toast and marmalade, those crumbs get everywhere, and hot coffee. Slowly we recovered our energy. 

Naughtiness comes at a price, and a level of tiredness was the price right now. I cast open the French windows onto my small balcony, then realising I was naked and obscenely well fucked, hastily covered myself inadequately with the tail of the curtain.

I could hear Brian laughing behind me. The curtain barely covered my hillocks and the furry garden, my rear of course was totally exposed, to his gaze.

"The view isn't hidden from this side."

I looked over my shoulder, almost thankful that he was draped along the chaise. I say almost thankful, because, Brian was living up to all my fantasies. He was the fuck animal that I had imagined.

Time for a little common sense I think, I didn't have a fridge, and food was a daily shopping event, if we wanted to eat I had to go to the shops. Sometimes, when I have been painting, I have gone several days on bread and wine, but the energy usage over the last twenty four hours meant that was not an option.

Turning back into the room I headed for the bedroom, Brian followed. As I opened my knicker drawer he was at my side. I selected a boring pair of what I now call "granny" knickers, eyelet cotton briefs.

"You can't wear those." He cried.

"Why not?"

"Because they are not sexy enough."

"I am going out for shopping, not sex." I have as much of that as I want right here, I thought.

"Anyway, I generally wear sensible ones when I go shopping."

"Not always." He grinned "I recall a certain show of desire."

"What do you suggest I wear then?"

He selected an elderly threadbare pair of fleecy DKs.

"What?" I almost screamed.

"Must keep 'it' warm till you get back."

I reached to take them from him. He snatched them away, shook them out and held the waist elastic open for me to step into. I did so of course and slowly he started to ease them up my calves.

I really should have expected what came next, but I didn't. His face was near my, well you know, and could he resist? Don't be silly, his tongue snaked out, into my curls and then my furrow. I shuddered as it connected with my clit.

I just had to push him away, I didn't want to but I had no choice if we were to eat at all. Anyway, he stood and continued to vest me in these decrepit old knickers, making a big fuss over pulling them up over my bum. Not without fondling my cheeks I may add.

A silky transparent brassier was the next garment he chose, and again, he took advantage, as he reached round the back to fasten it he suckled on my tits before easing them into the cups.

I quickly slipped into a light cotton floral summer dress, I am sure you remember dresses like this one, v- neck, a pretty little collar, buttons to the waist and a flared skirt., picked up my basket and headed out, with the suggestion and little hope that he might like to do a bit of tidying while I was out.

I went to my usual stores, although a little later than the usual times. At the supermarket, Brian's place of work, I was greeted by the manager asking if he was able to help, he knew Brian often helped me.

He was sorry, but Brian was indisposed, but was hoping to be back after the weekend. I could hardly refrain from smiling as I offered my sympathy and my wishes for his speedy recovery.

I made my purchases, unusually, for the three days to cover the weekend. Before heading once more back to the flat with the strong prospect I sincerely hoped of a continuation of the sexual athletics of which I had so far been blessed.



Artists Impression Ch. 03



The small waitress apron which I had worn whilst making the breakfast and which Brian was wearing when he greeted me on my return from shopping was quite useless to conceal any of Brian's anatomy, his appendage was not enormous, adequate, yes, satisfying, yes, enormous, no. 

I'm not complaining, I am more than satisfied with whatever he had. I had the pleasure of teaching this virginal young man how to use what he had to the satisfaction of a lady, that's me, a lady...sort of!

Frankly, the apron as Brian's sole garment was almost laughably ridiculous, I could see that and so could Brian. I stepped forward, and slipped my hand beneath the apron, and fondled Brian's cock and sac. His cock was as hard as I would ever require and his sac, his juice filled balls as tight as could be.

I dropped to my knees, moved the apron to the side and taking his cock in my hand, applied my lips to its tip. My tongue first probed the eye of his cock, then swirled around head. Opening my mouth I engulfed his cock, sucking as I did so, it was not my first cock sucking adventure, indeed, it inspires the creative side to my nature, when I can leave a line of lipstick around the shaft.

Brian groaned in appreciation of my ministrations. I lavished every hue in my palette in my endeavours to achieve the result I wanted. I sucked and teased and sucked some more. I swirled my tongue about his cock head, then withdrew, and renewed my lipstick, ensuring that my lips were well coated before renewing my assault on my hearts desire. 

I admit to having not inconsiderable oral skills and a very agile tongue, several of my past conquests would attest to it if they could be tracked down. Of course the downside of that fact is that it is a short lived, for me, pleasure, and I just can't allow myself not to exercise my skills to my best ability, Brian's inevitable discharge, decorated my throat with nectar, so sweet that I spilt not a spot, enjoying every single molecule.

Having drained his sac, I licked my lips, and admired the lipstick traces with which I had anointed him, I had left him with a spectacularly coloured cock, having used at least two different lipsticks during my performance. It could I suppose have been even more multi-coloured had I been able work out how to apply eye shadow to his cock.

That was the first course of a very pleasant afternoon tea. The oral exersize I had just completed, I had done so whilst kneeling just inside the front door, god, those tiles were cold...and hard.

Knowing the treatment that Brian had just received at the hands of my throat so to speak, I was not surprised that when I tried to pull myself up off my knees by holding him the opposite was the result. Brian came down to my level, and joined me on the cold tiles.

I, well both of us, had to find another way up from the floor. Obviously we did get up, well I did, I went to the kitchen to attend to my bags of shopping, while Brian crawled to the lounge.

When I finally I completed my tasks in the kitchen, I joined Brian in the lounge, not too impressed, but equally not surprised to find him fast asleep on the chaise. 

Our breakfast and now my oral ministrations had clearly taxed the young soul. Frankly I could maybe have appreciated a short doze myself, although I wouldn't want to admit that to anyone else. Sex with enthusiastic young virgins, was proving a little more tiring than I expected, certainly my older lovers were not quite so exhausting.

Ok, I admit it, I was the demanding one, I was the one setting the pace, and it was a hectic pace, but I was reluctant to give in. When this weekend was over, I wanted to know that I had seduced the young man of my lust filled fantasies and fucked him to my hearts desire.

I perched next to Brian on the chaise and joined him in a short trip to the land of nod. I guess it was about half an hour later when I was rudely awakened when I slipped to the floor dragging Brian with me, he fortuitously had a soft landing... right where I like him, on top of dear little, well not so little, ME.

On this occasion, a very rare occurrence over the last few days, Brian woke without an erection!

This of course posed a dilemma, how should I react to this strange phenomenon? Should I cast all erotic thoughts from my mind and quickly grab my sketch book and pencil, and rough out my intended display painting, or should I make just the little effort needed to conjure up yet another erection. 

My head was spinning, Brian was on top of me, not badly positioned, his ahem, cock, was positioned so nicely, had my clothes not been on, it would have taken just a little wriggle to... well, you know.

But I was clothed...unfortunately. I was on the horns of a dilemma, I truly wanted to be on Brian's horn, I also wanted to do the preliminary sketches for the painting, Oh dear, which way to go I was all of a dither.

My summer dress had ridden up, my protection was still in place, that ghastly elderly threadbare pair of fleecy DKs. I opted for the sketch book, and vehemently cursed the fact that I not thrown the DKs into the rag bag years ago.

Having collected the sketch book and pencil, I returned to find Brian still more asleep than awake, I popped a cushion under his head, and importantly, still flaccid, make the most of it. I was backing it both ways when I got the sketch book, I ditched the DKs, for once and all, into the rubbish bin.

I allowed Brian to continue to doze...for the time being. I selected my position and sat on my stool. Picked up the book and pencil, then realised that the main focus of the picture was still covered with the now soiled little apron.

I moved the apron, there was, my pride and joy, flaccid and diminished but still my pride and joy, it twitched, I am sure it did, and then relaxed again. Brian dozed on, I continued to my sketching, the studio was warm enough, and still Brian dozed. I completed my sketches, both general and detail, with particular attention to that wonder full little piece of meat in all its glory, well being flaccid it was less glory but at least presence.

Can you guess the number of wrinkles and crinkles in a, not very average flaccid fore skinned cock? I can tell you, it's a lot! And to study it, was a treat in itself. It was only really necessary to study his flaccid cock, I knew the rest of him intimately.

I did make a few detail sketches of his head and face in repose, he looked sp peaceful. I just thought to myself, a hard cock is so much easier to sketch, with all the wrinkles straightened out! There is though a price to pay for thoughts about such intimate imaginings.

The price, I know you will have guessed, a moist, very moist, pussy and a rising need for a stiff cock. I honestly tried to resist the urges, but eventually I just had to give in, I put down my sketch book and pencil. 

I knelt beside Brian, and worshiped his flaccid cock, all the while fighting the urges within me. I studied it very closely, almost too closely when my hot breath on his thigh caused him to stir. I backed off, just slightly, until he resumed the rhythmic breathing of his slumber.

I could resist no longer and snaked out my tongue to touch the tip of his cock, like a nipple between my lips I then took to suckling. It took just a few minutes, to straighten out the wrinkles and to bring Brian to full erection. He shifted slightly, not sufficiently to dislodge my mouth from the pleasurable task at hand. He moaned, as in passion as I suckled on.

He woke with a start as he began to discharge, and dislodged his cock from my mouth, spraying cum everywhere, my face, my eyes, my hair, and dribbling off my chin. 

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." He covered his face with his hands, so embarrassed.

"Don't worry, it was my fault." I snaked out my tongue to salvage a drip which threatened to release itself from the end of my nose.

Most of the offering was wasted unfortunately as I couldn't reach it with my tongue. Mascara was one thing, but cum, coating the eye lashes was another thing entirely. I shouldn't complain it was all my own doing!

With cum in my eyes I could barely see, Brian, dear boy, with me leaning on him, struggled to his feet, still barely awake, to help me to the bathroom, his cock withering away as we walked, drooling the remains of his cum down his leg.

Gently, he bathed away the cum from my eyes and kissed each eyelid, before moving on to off swab the gobbits of cum clinging in my hair.

"I think a shampoo will be a better idea " I advised.

"Can you manage?" 

"You can do it if you like."

We laughed together as we filled the hand basin with the warm water. The bodice of my dress, fortunately washable, was also spattered with the evidence of my indecent assault on his dignity.

The water ready, Brian stepped up behind me and reached for the little jug with which to bale the water over my head. My body was protected from the outside world by just a single layer of cotton with my titties barely contained in a flimsy gauze like brassier.

The jug deluged my head with the warm water, was refilled and I spluttered as it cascaded around my face, rendering my hair akin to that of a drowned rat.

I know I was not mistaken as Brian dropped the jug into the sink, splashing the front of my bodice and causing me to shriek, I must admit, mostly with the sheer joy of the situation as much as the shock of the wetting.

"Are you all wet?" Brian's hands came around me to feel my saturated bodice and in the same movement of course my tits.

"You know I am." I giggled, wriggling my backside against his naked body.

"I think it may be best if I unbutton this." He started to unbutton my bodice.

"Do you think it will help at all?"

"No, but it will be a bit of fun."

"Your hands will be busy elsewhere won't they?"

"Maybe, maybe, but it's the odd moments I shall enjoy."

We both laughed. God I felt so relaxed, I was enjoying my time with Brian so much I could have wept. I don't think I had ever felt that way, it was like being full of something, was it love? My obsession with Brian was based, not on love, but rather on an unholy lust, but something different was creeping up on me. 

As we laughed, as I though my lovey dovey thoughts Brian put his hands to good use fondling my tits, I leaned on the basin and pushed back against him, he wasn't at this stage erect, but had a half lob as we used to call it, as it pushed the back of my dress between my thighs, it felt so comfortable, so right.

I wriggled back against it feeling it firming as I did so. Brian was massaging the shampoo into my hair, the lacquered beehive I had so carefully erected this morning falling in ragged strands about my face. 

Brian, naked behind me, was wedging my dress more firmly between my cheeks as each moment passed. As he worked away at my hair, his cock was moving provocatively against my lightly covered posterior.

My agitation was such, no, my stimulation was such that had it not been for the dress, I could has escalated the effect to a full rather than just a simmering sexual moment.

I reached down between the basin and myself, I slipped my hand under my skirt, pussy was demanding attention. I eased my legs apart, lowering myself to a more manageable height, but more importantly opening myself so that I could reach back and touch Brian.

My wet wrist slid along my spread lips bringing a shudder as I touched my own sensitivity. I sought and found, then cupped Brian's balls in my hand through my dress. They were, I thought, a little swollen with I hoped a good serving for me, although the sack was loose.

Gently, I squeezed, Brian groaned and pushed against me, his hands occupied massaging my hair. A few more minutes passed, while I cradled my treasure, then Brian left his task and slightly distanced himself from me, with wet hands he lifted my skirt exposing my rear cleavage, the shampoo and water from his hands trickling down my bare legs.

I shivered as he stepped up to me again, this time ensuring that his now almost fully erect cock was nestled comfortably between my cheeks. 

Refreshing the water he proceeded to ladle the water, not too carefully over my head to rinse away the shampoo. Brian being as naked as the day he was born was unconcerned as he and the back of my clothes were as wet as my hair should be.

The back of my dress was rucked up beyond my waist becoming wetter by the minute, until, inevitably the saturation reached the point when a rivulet started from the dress to run down into the gully between my cheeks, blocked by the dam of brian's cock.

I really cannot describe the sensation, but it made me shiver, I orgasmed, I couldn't help it, I went weak at the knees. Brian steadied me, and in doing so his cock slipped from my cleft, first to a position between my legs almost within grasp of my sucking pussy lips. 

As he tried to reposition himself, with his hands firmly on my tits, he pulled me to him, his cock started to slide up between my cheeks, the passageway was wet from the hair rinse and on reaching my anus, he started to intrude there. I groaned.

"No, no Brian, please, not there, not up my arse."

He desisted instantly and withdrew.

"I am so sorry, that wasn't meant to happen."

He turned me to face him and kissed his apology, his cock trying to snuggle into my bush, that, I didn't mind, but my anus is just too too sensitive to be invaded in such a casual manner.

I have to say, it didn't normally take me quite so long to wash my hair, but I was actually quite enjoying the misbehaviour we were indulging in. As Brian worked, it was unavoidable that his turgid cock should slide up and down my water slicked crease. I have to however, admit to enjoying it. 

Eventually, the shampoo and rinsing was completed and my hair wrapped turban style in a towel. I surrendered myself to Brian so that I might be relieved of my now quite saturated cotton dress, which I am appalled to say he cast unceremoniously on to the bathroom floor the sheer brassier followed it to the same ignominious fate, exposing my tits to the mercy of his kisses and suckling.

I was permitted to dry my hair and to tease it into some semblance of respectability all the while being distracted by Brian drying my body, and taking every opportunity to fondle and tease me.

I was already very well lubricated from the hair washing fiasco and it was certainly in no way diminished by the rough towelling down presently being bestowed on my naked flesh and personal places.

The obvious result of this activity was a forgone conclusion, retaliation was I think uppermost on his mind. I had woken him with a start, when I fellated him as he slept. Had he been a bigger guy, I would have said he scooped me up in his arms girls, but he wasn't so I didn't resist, and made it a simple as possible for him to seat me on the chaise. 

He fell to his knees before me, and kneeling as high as he could, pulled me to him and kissed deeply, his tongue probing deep and my tongue duelling energetically with him, thrust and parry. 

It was such a pleasant interlude and lasted for some five or six wet and succulent minutes, our nostrils flaring as we fought not just each others tongues, but for the absolute essential breath to sustain our activity.

As we desisted, and licking our lips, relaxed, Brian sank back onto his heels. He studied me intently for a few moments, gazing into my face and smiling a sweet contented almost blissful smile, the angels in heaven I sensed would have such similar smiles.

He placed his hands upon my knees and slowly, gently whilst still gazing into my eyes, parted them gradually spreading them wider, my outer pussy lips peeled apart, denied the concealment of my pubes my clit and slippery wet passage rudely displayed to him.

Brian licked his lips as he moved forward, not taking his eyes off mine, his thumbs parting still further my pouting outer lips. He broke our eye contact and plunged his hot tongue into my being, the hot breath from his nose burning into my hairy mound. 

I gripped two handfuls of his hair as at that initial touch I creamed in orgasmic pleasure. As his tongue tickled from the top of my crease down through and passed my pussy to end its travel at the crinkles of my anus, the waves of cum rippled through me as I squirmed, unable to bring my thigh together to hold myself steady. 

I was all but in a faint as he continued to pleasure me, moving his tongue back and forth along my crease, the only pause being, and that not a relaxing moment, was when he eased back and licked my inner thighs.

I was drooling, whimpering, gripping, clenching and unclenching my buttocks, lifting from my seat as the ecstasy of this long continuing climax urged me to fuck his sweet face. I wanted it to stop, I wanted it to go on forever, I wanted him to fuck me and I wanted him to continue to lick my pussy, and all I could do was to urge him on...

"Stick your tongue in me, fuck me with your tongue, Oh my darling I need you, I want you." I moaned and groaned the words through my gritted teeth.

The was of course, no reply, just a renewed onslaught on my saturated pussy, all the while his hot breaths scorching my tenderness, as his tongue rasped up and down my crease, teasing my clit, chewing on my lips before pushing his tongue between them and sinking as far as he could reach into me.

I continued to vigorously fuck his face, orgasmicaly, I was satiated, but desperate to feel his cock in me.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity in ecstasy he deserted my pussy and slipped to the floor, the chill breeze from the balcony window felt cool on my wetness. Brian lay flat on the floor, his cock standing stiff with the pleasure he had gained from the intimate contact he'd had with my person.

I pounced on him, pinning him to the floor, not that he resisted, his hands came up to fondle my tits, and grabbing his cock, straddled him and impaled myself on it. 

Oh, it felt so good, that rigid cock so very welcome, the sensation, I cannot even begin to describe it, I threw my head back and moaned my satisfaction as the knob parted my lips and purged upwards.

I held his hands to my tits, actually rubbing my tits with his hands, stimulating myself, the sensation was climbing towards my orgasm as I rode him, twisting, turning and swivelling, ensuring that his cock, pistoning in and out touched every nerve ending within my pussy. 

I was so excited, that I just knew that regardless of my desires, this was going to be a short lived period of pure wanton lust, I was determined to make the most of it as I screwed him into me.

And so it proved to be as with my head thrown back and a deep meaningful guttural moan I surrendered to the baser instinct of my release, drenching this virile young phallus with my secretions.

He, pulling on my tits drew me down to him where he smothered my lips with his own, stealing the gasping breaths from my lungs till I collapsed on him. Holding me tightly to him he rolled us both till he was on top of me.

"That was good." He panted in the moments in which he relinquished my mouth.

"Now you are going to have this."

On the word "this" he thrust his rampant cock hard into me, and started to fuck me with a determination for which I will ever be thankful. How he had the resistance after my assault on him, not to cum with his very first thrust I shall never know. Not that I wanted him to do so, no, I was happy to take as much as he cared to or was able to give.

His strokes were long and hard, deep and satisfying delivered with such power that I sincerely hoped that we were not doing damage to the ceiling in the room below us, I felt as if he was endeavouring to push me through the floor, I thanked goodness we were on the floor as I was sure that my bed would have complained bitterly at the pounding I was willingly receiving.




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Each thrust delivered to the greatest depth within me and the room resounded to the slap as his balls slapped against me rebounding for the next assault. Although it seemed to take forever, I had already enjoyed my release, I don't suppose it did take very long before Brian's final thrust buried his discharging cock at my greatest depth. Greedy bitch that I was I took great pleasure in yet another delightful crescendo.

Brian collapsed upon me as he made his final spurting thrust our sweat drenched bodies sticking to one another. The cool afternoon breeze blowing in from the Avon Gorge chilling, raised goose bumps as we lay gathering our breath and slowly relaxing from our strenuous work out.

Slowly his cock withered, withdrawing, slithering from my juice filled crack, followed by the juice he had deposited there. As it oozed from me, it slowly drooled down between my legs and eased toward my anus.

"I need to pee." My comment broke the tender snuggling caresses of the moment.

We broke apart as he helped me to struggle to my feet, I desperately fought to control my bladder, the movement necessary to rise from the floor being of little help in that respect. A dribble of pee escaped to mingle with the greasy jism that was escaping from my pussy.

The void left at the end of our fuck felt massive and gaping although almost certainly it wasn't. Brian helped me, dribbling to the toilet and watched as I squatted over the commode and relieved myself of the combination of the contents of my, by now bursting, bladder and the remaining slobber of his jism and my secretions.

Brian wiped me when I felt I had concluded my toilette, and passed me a warm wet flannel to bathe the insides of my thighs. A rinse, and I then administered the same flannel to his withered and deflated cock and balls.

Two cold drinks, and both naked we wandered onto the small balcony and sat, our backs to the wall, me with my knees drawn up to allow the cooling air to caress my battered pussy, and Brian similarly positioned to allow himself to cool off.

Leaning together we dozed in the afterglow of our pleasure. I was unsure how to proceed, my mind was filled with thoughts which It may not be wise to share with the object of my desire

I was faced with a quandary, I wanted to offer Brian a new home, at the same time, if I made the suggestion and he was less than keen, I would be without the sex life that I was presently experiencing, with the added complication of having to find an alternative to the shop I enjoyed using. 

The more I thought of it, the greater my need to preserve the status quo. In the end, the initiative was taken out of my hands. 

It was later on the Sunday, the day had been very pleasant, most of it spent in bed, fucking and sucking, you get the picture I am sure. We had retired to the bathroom, and were sharing the tub. 

My toes were teasing his balls, his cock standing stiff in the warm water, with just the head breaking the surface, while his toes caressed my slit and probed my pussy.

"I suppose" Brian said, "That I had best turn my mind regrettably back to reality."

"And that means?" A pang of panic coursed through me.

"Tomorrow I should return to work. I have customers who will be missing me." He grinned.

"Regrettably?"

"Well, yes, regrettably. Why would I not want this to last forever."

"If it could, would you want it to last?"

"I can't see you wanting me, with us just being friends and that."

"And lovers!"

"As a young lover."

"I have been thinking."

"Steady on, I still need your body, don't waste your energy on thinking!" he laughed 

I was serious, but only managed a weak smile.

"I have been thinking..." I continued, struggling to find the words.

The sixties were upon us, but not everyone was as liberated as the period suggests.

"... why could you not live with me...here , instead of in that bed sitter you said you live in."

Brian reddened, stuttering.

"I...I...I.."

"Brian, forgive me, how stupid of me, I am sorry."

"No, don't be sorry, it's sweet of you...But what about your friends, won't they think it odd?"

"Good lord no! They are all shacked up with each other so why should they be shocked at me taking a live in lover?"

" Celeste, I would love to."

I lunged for him slopping the bathwater into our faces as I grabbed him and kissed him.

Celeste! The first time I had heard him actually use my name, it sounded so sweet coming from his lips. Leaping fro the bath I grabbed the towel and started to dry myself.

"Come on! Don't hang about, lets go and get your things."

Brian stepped out of the bath and took me in his arms.

"No rush, I have to give notice to quit so I can do that tomorrow and we can get my things during the week." His stiff young cock was prodding my belly. "I can think of a better way to use our time."

We had a celebratory fuck, after he had moistened me with his tongue. 

Brian and I were together for a good few years during which time we enjoyed many, many sessions of both oral and genital mutually satisfying sex. I was as far as I could be, reasonably generous with my friends and at times of need, I asked Brian to 'oblige' them.

I can't tell you about his services to my friends, I never asked him. But I did get reports back from the friends about just how satisfying his bedroom skills were. I admit my breast swelled with pride at the thought that I was the one who that taught him those skills. 

As I have related my story to you, I have to admit to a moistened pussy, and a sadness that I cannot have my longing satisfied by my Brian. Cheers girls!