3 comments/ 10588 views/ 7 favorites Rosemary By: mitchawa Rosemary was anxious. She didn't know why. Her husband Ray, a professor at New Orleans University, was playing tennis. Their four children were spending the weekend with their grandparents. Rose had planned to go to the Jazz Palace. They had an excellent Jazz band, the establishment was clean as a hospital operating room, and Khristian one of the servers was a good friend. Khriatian had reserved a two chaired table in the front of the stage about halfway back. Rose lived in the suburbs, Spring Valley and took public transportation downtown. She didn't like driving in the stop and go traffic, and she was adverse to paying the exorbitant prices to park. She did enjoy the bus ride because she could read a novel or look at the passing landscape that had changed so much since Hurricane Katrina. The bus stopped at the corner of Bourbon and St. Ann's Streets that was only a half block from the club. Rose dressed simply but elegantly in three-inch heels, a light beige mid calf skirt, and a lightweight blouse to remain as fresh as possible in the heat and humidity of the city. The blouse was conservative with a high scooped neckline that did nothing to hide her voluptuousness. Her shoulder length brown hair framed a beautiful oval-shaped face with brown eyes and full lips. With her slender figure, few would suspect she was a thirty-five year only mother of four. Her only accessories were a pair of dark green earrings and a circular pendant that matched her earrings. She got to the Jazz Palace early. Khristian greeted Rose with a smile, who led her to the reserved table and took her drink order. When she returned with a glass of Moscato, she sat in the empty chair and began to chat. In fifteen minutes, she talked about work, her family, and a great deal of trivia. Rose listened attentively. The two women chit-chatted a few more minutes because the band was on a break, and there weren't many customers. It was still early for a Friday night. After a few more minutes, Khriastian leaned forward and whispered, "We have a new drummer, handsome as hell, but a player. I'm sure he'll hit on you before the evening is over." "I don't believe to a thirty-five-year-old mother of four will be attracted to a much younger male." "Rosemary, you're exactly what these guys are looking for, a MILF. Do you know what that means?" "No, I don't. What is a MILF?" "Mother I'd like to fuck." "What, you've got to be kidding me." "No, I'm not. You don't look your age, and you're beautiful and built for pleasure." "You mean I have large breasts." "That's only part of it. Your face, your hair and your shape make you a perfect target for these guys. You'll see. I'll be back," she said leaving. The Jazz band came on to the stage, one following the other. The fifth and last one was a tall black and handsome. He was empty handed which meant he was the drummer. They played TUNE after the each band member was introduced. They were splendid, but their beat and flare of the music was the drummer. He handled the sticks as though he was born with them in his hands, and he played with style and confidence. Rose relaxed. Enjoying the music, sipped on two glasses of wine, people watched, her eyes almost always returned to the drummer. They played non-stop until nine. Khristian brought her a third glass of wine and set down. "Did you like the band?" "Yes, they're superb. They play the kind of jazz I grew up with." She answered Khristian's question just as they were interrupted. * * * "I'm glad to hear that ma'am. I'm Donavon Reynolds, the drummer, May I join the two of you?" Rose looked at Khristian. She crossed her eyes as a signal. "I'm sorry; I'm about to leave, and Khristand and I have some important business to finish," Rose said smiling up at him. He stepped back and returned her smile. "Could I at least have your name?" He handed her his card. "I'm sorry no. I don't give my name to total strangers, but thanks for asking." "Khristan, would you please introduce us?" He asked looking from Rose to the server. Mary shook her head negatively. "I'm sorry. Donavon, but you're too forward. You're rude asking for such information and putting me in an embarrassing position. Would you please leave so we can finish our business?" He nodded, smiled at Rose. "I'm sorry if you think I'm rude. That was not my intent. I only wanted to introduce myself to the most beautiful women in the club tonight. I hope to have the chance of being accurately presented the next time you come." "Thank you, Mr. Reynolds, for apologizing and for the compliant. Good-by," She smiled and turned to Khristian. As he walked away, she observed the pants hugging his narrow hips and well-shaped ass. Riding the bus home, she thought about the handsome Donavon and decided not to go back for at least a month. * * * During the next three weeks, Rosemary took advantage of her not going downtown on Friday nights to make love to her husband. Ray was deaf, but he could tell when Rose was moaning and groaning during foreplay, and when she had vaginal orgasms. He was a great lover, who was patient during sex, and he used his hands and mouth to keep Rose stimulated for over an hour. Rose's life was busy with four children with the oldest being thirteen and the youngest seven. Roy took them to school on his way to the University. She had a housemaid, but Rose did all the cooking. Food for six hungry people includes a lot of labor and helping with homework takes a considerable of time, but fun because all of her children were intelligent. The fourth Friday after her last visit to the Jazz Palace, Rose was preparing to leave so she would be there before the crowds gathered. She decided on a brown khaki skirt with a hemline at mid-calf, and a green blouse she could button to her throat. Brown, four-inch heels, completed her ensemble. She was more anxious this Friday than four weeks ago because she wasn't going to be able to avoid Donavon Reynolds The New Orleans weekly news magazine published an article about him, because of his unusual ability and style. The publicity added to the Palace's reputation and attracted larger and larger crowds. Rose got off the bus at the usual intersection. Walking into the Palace, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse that revealed a hint of cleavage. A little bit of show wouldn't hurt, she thought as she reached the entrance. She had called Khristian that she was coming, and her usual table hand a "Reserved Card" on it. Khristian brought her a glass of Sherry as soon as she laid her clutch purse on the table. "Thank you, Khristian. I wasn't sure there would be a place to sit after seeing the article in the weekly magazine about Donavon." "It's a good thing you got here early because the tourist might have ignored the reserved sign. All this week we've been at or above capacity. The owner is worried about the Fire Marshall paying us a visit. How have you been doing? I haven't seen you here for several weeks." "I've been busy with the kids, doing homework and assorted charity work. "Glad to hear your busy and enjoying yourself. Would you like a menu just in case?" "That would be nice." Rose smiled. Khristain hurried through the growing crowd. Rose examined the room, saw some familiar faces but lots of new customers. Rose sipped her Sherry, surveyed the menu, and wondered why she had butterflies in her stomach. Sitting in the middle of the room, she could see almost everyone in the Palace except for those directly behind her. The five-piece band filed to the small stage to polite applause. She noted her anxiety, her upset stomach, and she held her body rigid as she waited to see Donavon. His light chocolate skin was glowing in the spotlight. Short black hair and a full beard and mustache covered his face This was a change from a month ago. He wore a white mock turtleneck shirt, black trousers, and black loafers. He searched the crowd before sitting down at his drums and taking the sticks in his hand ready to begin. The leader of the band introduced each member of the group, and then each of them played a short piece. When Donavon started with a drum roll, the crowd stood to applaud. He played a long number showing not only his ability with the sticks but also with an unusual jazz rhythm. The applause was deafening when he finished. He smiled, rose, bowed, and waved to the crowd. The band had played six numbers before the leader asked for requests. They had played song after song until nine before they took a break. Rose was worried what might happen during the break. She finished her third Sherry, which was one over her usual limit. She looked up and saw the manager of the Jazz Palace come to the table followed by Donavon. "Mrs. Wolfe, I'd like to introduce you to our new drummer who has brought additional fame to our little club and the band. Mr. Donavon Reynolds, I would like you to meet one of our most loyal customers Mrs. Rosemary Wolfe." "Thank you, Juan. I'm more than pleased to get finally to meet you formally. May I join you?" Rose grinned from ear to ear and indicated the empty chair. He sat. "Mrs. Wolfe, I apologize for being both rude and forward when you were here last. I hope you accept my apology?" Rose was impressed with the introduction, by his words, and his sincerity. "It's a pleasure for me to meet you Mr. Reynolds, and am pleased you'd like to join me," she said gracefully. Up close, in his outfit, and the sheen of perspiration on his face and head was sexy. She felt like a teenager with a great deal of fear talking with a handsome younger man. The first black man, with whom, she'd ever had a meaningful conversation. "Did Khristian give you my name, before the well done and unexpected introduction.?" "No, she didn't break her confidence with you. I found out from the members of the group. They told me you had been coming fairly regularly for about a year and a half, always on Friday. The also mentioned how beautiful and how well dressed you are." "I'm shocked they knew me and noticed the details of my clothing. After all, I've never spoken to any of them. Please thank them for me," She blushed. "I can tell from your beautiful accent that you're a native. I'm from New York City" He stared into her smoldering brown eyes. She returned his stare. "I knew you weren't from here because of your accent and your vocabulary. You also have excellent manners, even though sometimes belatedly." She smiled at him differently than she did four weeks ago. "Thank you. Since, we are trading compliments. I was instantly attracted to you the first time I saw you sitting in that very chair." "I find you attractive too, but I'm a married woman with four children. She looked at his hands." "I assumed you were married because of the ring, but I'm surprised that someone with your shape has given birth to four children." "It's true, they're thirteen, eleven, nine, and seven: boy, girl, boy, girl. During my fifteen years of marriage I've been a baby factory and housewife." "Are you disturbed or distracted by me?" He asked. "No, why do you ask?" "You never look directly art me, and I don't believe your shy." "I'm sorry, but I've never had a conversation with a handsome black man before." She looked him directly into his eyes and smiled "I've changed the subject. You and your husband must have planned the spacing of your children." Yes, we did, We wanted them close together, so when Sally goes to the first grade next year I can go to work. You're probably going to work to have the money when they all start college." Donavon continued to study Rose's face and the hint of cleavage. "Your very perspective for a man your age." "How old do you think I am?" "My guess would in your middle twenties." She finished her drink. "Your right on the money. My break is almost over are you going to stay for we finish out next set?" "I'm about to leave. I have a weekend of soccer." "I'm sorry to hear that, but I look forward to speaking with you again. Will you be here next Friday?" "I'm not sure, but I'll probably be here." She waved to Khriasian. Donavon picked up Rose's hand and kissed it. "It's been a perfect pleasure for me to get to speak with you. He turned and hurried to the stage Rose watched his tall, athletic figure move gracefully through the crowd. His kissing her hand startled her. It was like an electric shock. She felt deep in her core. I wet my panties, and my nipples became rock hard. I haven't had that kind of feeling since I first kissed Roy. * * * Rose had a good time with her family over the weekend. She was busy during the week playing with her children and helping them with their homework. She had lunch with three lady friends on Wednesday at a local Panaras. They drank coffee and gossiped. When she heard the rumors of who was running around on who, she was shocked by how much she was out of the loop. She wasn't aware of all the things that were happening in her neighborhood. The gossip, however, reminded her of Donavon. The tall, dark, and handsome drummer. He was an excellent musician with a friendly personality and good manners. The rest of the week, she spent more and more time thinking about him. She scolded herself for having carnal thoughts about a younger black male, but that didn't stop her from having unexpected feelings about him. By Friday, she was a tinderbox or anxiety and lust. She knew all her thoughts were fantasy because he played until two-thirty in the morning. There would never be time to see him outside the Jazz Palace. Friday night, she wore a simple black cocktail dress, with a modest neckline, and the bottom of the dress was a knee high. She waited impatiently for the bus. Once on the bus, she thought it was moving too slow. When she got off the bus, she walked faster than normal to the Palace even though she was early. Khriatian saw her walk in the door and had her a glass of Moscato on her table before she sat down. "I'm glad you got here early; there are several conventions in town. I believe we'll be maxed out before seven-thirty. I brought you a menu just in case you get hungry." As she left, Donavon came to her table carrying two glasses of wine. "Good evening Rose, may I join you?" He asked with his charming New York accent and smile. "Please do." She returned his smile. "It's nice to see you again especially in that beautiful cocktail dress." "Thank you. You're not wearing your usual outfit." She looked at him in a quandary. He drank some wine. "I'm only playing one set tonight, and I was hoping you'd allow me to spend some time with you." Rose gulped. He wants to spend time with me or try to seduce me. What should I say? He's a handsome, intelligent and courteous, but he's a horny black male. "That would be nice, but I have to catch the eleven o'clock bus." "I understand, and I'll have you there on time." He finished his wine, sat the glass down, took one of her hands in his and gave it a slight squeeze. "I'll see you a little after nine" He flashed her a white toothed smile. Rose watched his broad shoulders, narrow waist slender hips, and a beautiful ass. She flushed, her nipples hardened, and her stomach was full of butterflies. What if he hits on me? What should I say? I don't know. He makes me feel like a teenager, I feel like a young, vulnerable woman deciding if I should give him my innocence. I've only seen him three times. He's almost a stranger. I don't know anything about him or his background. He could be a serial killer or rapist for all I know. It's alright, he won't hit on me. The five-piece band filed onto the stage. Donavon was at the end of the line as usual. At six foot two inches tall, he was dressed in black slacks, polo shirt, and black loafers, he was an impressive specimen. The band leader told the audience they were in for a special treat. Then he introduced each band member who played a short piece. Donavon's solo lasted thirty minutes and had the audience applauding and loudly shouting. When he pulled off a complicated RIFT of complex notes along with his impressive method of twirling the sticks. He received a standing ovation for his solo. For the next hour, the band played some set pieces and with a piece where Donovan was the soloist accompanied by the other four players. The crowd stood to applaud and shout as the band filed out with Donovan last. Smiling and waving he followed his mates. The band leader then took requests for the next set. Several individuals stopped Donovan on the way to her table. He walked smiling to Rose about fifteen minutes later. Finally, he arrived. "Let's get out of here, I'm tired of Jazz, and I know a place where we can dance." Rose was surprised by his request but decided it was okay since she had less than two hours to catch her bus. They talked about his playing, and Rose kept complimenting him and telling his how talented he was. " I started beating on my hand, the furniture, and anything that make a sound since I was three or four." He told her he was first trained by his grandfather and played in bands all through high school. He went to COLLEGE where he majored in bass instruments. "After that I got a scholarship A UNIVERSITY where I got an MFA." Luck was with me, and I went to work playing for NAME. When the snow got to me, and I decided to move south. How about you?" He asked. "I'm a Louisianan by breeding, birth, and growing up here. I met my husband Ray while in college. He was a veteran who lost his hearing while in the military. He was working on his Ph.D. We were married right after college, and I became pregnant a little over a year later. I've been a housewife and a mother of four. "It's amazing that you've had four children and look like you're less than thirty. Here we are at The Dance Club," he said. They entered, and the bartender said, "Donavon, what are you doing here so early. You usually don't show up until about three." "I only played one set and decided to bring this beautiful lady her to dance. Give us a bottle of your best Moscato and a menu." "Donavon, I already have had my limit." "I insist you have at least one more, to celebrate my short night and our first chance to dance together." "Okay, but just one." He poured the drinks and held up his glass as a toast. "To the most beautiful woman in The Dance Club." She took a sip and said, "Thank you for being a real gentleman." "Let's dance before it gets too crowded." He took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. He took her in his arms but kept a modest distance between them. He was a good dancer and showed her off with some dips and spins as they danced to three songs. "You're an excellent dancer. I haven't been dancing in a long time." The both downed their wine and poured them another glass. The dancing has made me thirsty. Where did you learn to dance like that?" "I grew up with music and dance. My parents danced, and I had three sisters who helped me along the way. My parents told me that a trained dancer would have no trouble getting dates." He stared at her. Rose was embarrassed because of the way he was looking at her. They talked for a few minutes and sipped their wine. "Okay, break time is over." He led her back to the floor, which now had more dancers, and Donavon held her closer. Rose liked his deodorant, his strong, graceful body, and his erection against her stomach. He pulled her closer, putting her arms around his neck, and took her ass in his hands squeezing in time with the music. "Donavon, this isn't proper." "Do you like it?" "Yes, but..." He kissed her lightly on the lips. She blushed but didn't say anything. Rosemary: Her Part In My Downfall This tale is set back when I was a teenager many, many years ago and details my first experience of anal sex with a female person. "Hi pops" "Hi mate". I replied as my mate Chopper approached. "Just saw your Rosemary, you still shagging her?” Chopper asked. My dick twitched, not half hour earlier I'd been talking about my wild part time lover Rose with mum. Well mum had been doing the talking, I had been doing the thinking and the wishing. Wishing to see my rampant cousin again. Cousin Rosemary is two years older than me, back then in 1965 I'd just turned legal age, Rose of course had been legal for two years. Not that it made much difference; Rose lost her virginity long before she was legally allowed to do so. Rose decided we should become lovers one evening at a family get together, she was bored and I was the only other teenager there, well the only one she could get along with socially anyway so she took me outside and fucked me. Mum had been telling me Rose was in trouble with her mum and dad yet again for her wild behaviour. She'd stayed out all night without telling them first or some such crime. Rose was my first real lover, real as in full-unprotected sex without the need for silly chat or complex foreplay, and without the need to cover your cock with an uncomfortable rubber item. She was on the birth pill so no pregnancy to worry about, AIDS hadn't been invented in those days and you could cure all the other dick dribbling ailments with a course of tablets. It was also the sexual revolution, you no longer had to be married and over 30 to feel comfortable about having sex. All of my friends knew about Rose and me and about our close family ties, well OK they knew I was porking my cousin. "Oh really, is she in town then?” I asked trying not to sound as excited as I was. "Yea mate she's hanging by the shops with her sister". Chopper replied. Damn, Rose was with Sue her younger sister, Sue was still at school and far too young to know of our lust affair. That's what it was lust, we didn't meet often as we associated with different people being different ages. When we met we fucked, when we were apart we fucked someone else, or tried to more than succeeding in my case. I steered Chopper in the general direction of the shops without either of us realising I think. The block of shops came into view, no Rose or Sue just a couple of old folks chatting as they stood waiting for a bus. 'Damn it'. I thought, no Rosemary no sexual relief today or even this week, maybe next as well with my record of pulling a willing female. A sudden sound behind Chopper and I made us both jump. "Hello cous, hello Chop's, wot'ya doing?” Rose, my cock twitched violently as I turned to greet her. She was alone, no Sue, she looked different much different with her short boyish hairstyle, mum had told me Rose had re-styled her hair shorter. Even cheekier looking prettier than before, and that wicked sparkle in her eye told me she was happy to see me, that hadn't changed thank God. "Hello Rose, long time no see". I replied, putting on my best hello smile. "Hi Rose haven't seen you for a while". Chopper said trying to make polite conversation, Chopper was quite nervous of Rose and felt the need to be submissive and grovel in her presence. "Bollocks Chopper, you saw me earlier on". Rose snapped, she had a way with words did Rose, Bollocks was one of her favourites, this did nothing for Chopper's nerves of course. Chopper was in fact nervous of all girls, he had yet to lose his virginity, 17 and never been laid. I was still studying my cousin with her new look, not just the hair she was dressed differently. Tighter jeans that showed her lovely perfectly shaped hips and legs to the full. A bright yellow flimsy blouse attached in the middle showing her perfect big tits to the full. In the month or so since I last saw her she seemed to have changed a lot, much more attractive all round. I felt quite proud that she was mine, well OK I was hers nobody controlled Rose. "Where you guys taking me then?” Rose blurted out with a wicked grin. "Where do you want to go?” I replied. "Anywhere you like darling". Rose said with a wink as she flung her arm round my shoulder and hugged me tightly. Rose was feeling horny I could always tell, well let's be honest Rose always felt horny. Chopper immediately went into defensive mode. "Umm, Oh, I have to go home now". He stammered. Chopper always avoided being led on by females specially Rose, he knew of her reputation for shall we say enjoying the company of more than one guy at a time during her sex sessions sometimes. Rose loved a nice hot threesome; she loved a nice big gang bang occasionally, horny trollop. Chopper desperately wanted to dip his dick for the first time, but the idea of being watched doing it horrified him. Not that he thought group sex dirty or anything but being a virgin he'd prefer his first clumsy attempts to be more private. Chopper made his escape without a further word. "Just you and me then big boy". Rose whispered in her sensual voice. She always called me big boy God knows why, maybe because I was so much taller than her and quite muscular in those days, I never considered my one eyed trouser snake to be anything but average in size. Not something I thought of or studied much to be honest, I wasn't into staring at other guy’s pricks and I'd never had any complaints about mine. "Where do you want to go"? I repeated. "Mmm, anywhere you wanna take me big boy". "Well we could go for a walk and find somewhere quiet". I said. "Do for me darling come on". Rose replied grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the edge of town, which wasn't far away. Within 10 minutes we reached our regular love nest, an old hay barn in the corner of a field, we always seemed to head for the barn whenever we met in the street. Everyone’s love nest actually you had to book it some days it got so busy, or share it with other young couples. "Hmm, come on big boy shag my brains out", Rose whispered as she collapsed onto a pile of hay, that was about as sensual and long winded as foreplay got with Rose. I knelt in front of her and began to lift off my T-shirt as rose unhooked her blouse clasp; she was a pioneer of crop tops. As I said Rose had taken to wearing her blouse hooked by just one or maybe two metal clasps in the middle her belly and a large amount of cleavage showing. Rose had plenty of cleavage to display 36inchs of firm upright tits worth of cleavage. As her blouse popped open when the pressure of the exquisite pair of lobes was released I couldn't help a little gasp. She really did look so much more attractive with her shorter hair. Rose's cheeky filthy smile gracing that pretty yet boyish looking face, her firm upright boobs with the nipples already rock hard and sticking out proud made my junior member shoot up so fast it almost split my jeans apart. "My God Rose you're beautiful", I whimpered love welling up in my heart, lust welling up in my loins. "Wow big boy you're fucking randy today. Aint you had a shag for a while?” She chirped, Rose wriggled a little my sudden loving outburst pleased her, aroused her more. Within another couple of minutes we were both naked and rolling about in the hay kissing passionately. I could feel Rose's tongue thrashing in and out of my mouth as she set about trying to suck my face off. Rose seemed hotter than usual maybe she hadn't been fucked lately, no not possible Rose could seduce a Monk without breaking sweat, she never went without. Rose pushed me back and studied my raging hard cock, I had a bone on you could prise a door open with, like a rod of steel. "Ohh, big boy you are fucking big today", She whispered as she leaned forward and took my shaft in her hand. Without a further word she lunged forward and took almost the entire length of my cock into her mouth and began to try to suck the helmet off of it. Rose had gone down on me before many times but never with this degree of enthusiasm, this was not going to last very long at all if she carried on like it. Rose was always a noisy lover, loads of grunts and moans, endless strings of filth and obscenity from her pretty lips, this day she was noisier than I'd ever heard her. Gurgles grunts and moans as she fucked my cock with her mouth, she was trying to utter words with her mouth full of prick. Rose was out of it with arousal, high as a kite on sexual feeling. Suddenly the tempo dropped Rose was a very suddenly person, one minute wild the next calm and loving, she'd always been like it. I felt my hard organ sliding gently out of her mouth, just a little tease with her teeth on my tingling helmet as she released the rod from her mouth. "Shag my fucking guts out big boy". Rose whispered as she lay back slowly her lips and chin shining wet with saliva from her excited cock sucking session. I slowly slid between her wide-open legs as sensually as I knew how; I was in truth still a clumsy teen but I liked to try to put it on a bit with the gentle lover thing. Rose lifted her legs slightly bending them at the knees to open her fantastic love chamber wider for my approaching member. As I aimed my organ into her wide-open wet cunt lips with one hand Rose lurched forward to receive the weapon with a loud grunt as it slid into her without restriction. By heck she was wet and ready her juices began to flood out squelching around my cock as I fucked in and out of her like a steam hammer. Gentle lover had gone randy ram was at work. Rose felt beautiful so loose and wet as I fucked her like a demon, both of us muttering filth to each other. Both of us moaning and grunting as we elevated ourselves higher into heaven with ever thrust of my organ into her lovely wet hole. Rose flung her legs up and around my back she pulled me deep into her with a vice like grip as her ankles crossed and locked behind me. I felt her belly thrusting against me hard and fast she was trying to get every available millimetre of my cock inside her huge chamber. She felt bigger than ever before, deeper, looser, wetter juice pouring out of her as though she were pissing herself. Rose was experiencing her first real orgasm with me, OK she'd made herself twitch and cum mildly in the past with my cock up her, but this was the real thing. She'd obviously cum like this with other more mature lovers, but never before with her baby cousin, that was the other stupid name she gave me sometimes because of our age difference of two years. Rose screamed out loudly, then relaxed I knew what had happened but I'd had no experience of bringing a woman to real orgasm before that event. The effect was instant without realising I was on vinegar stroke I felt my balls tighten and my cock pulsing and tingling as I fired the biggest load ever into Rose, it seemed to be pumping for ages. My head was spinning I was weak at the knees, my toes felt as though they were curling up with the intense feeling of release and sexual pleasure combined. Rose's legs dropped away from my back, I felt my rapidly softening soaking wet member sliding out of her beautiful cunt lips of it's own accord. We rolled apart then instantly hugged each other tightly, both covered with sweat and panting like a pair of knackered dogs in a dessert. Both of us were covered with strands of hay sticking to our sweat soaked bodies, itching uncomfortably. "Jesus H Christ darling that was some fuck, I love you". Rose whispered. My brain went into overdrive, the first time ever Rose had uttered those three magic words, 'I love you'. Often I'd had to control myself to stop me blurting those three words to her as I fired a load of cream into her. Now Rose had said it, did she mean it, I began to panic. Strange how in such a situation when love and lust should be the only things in your brain you panic and begin to think of the downside. Up until this time Rose had just used me, used me for a fuck when she didn't have a boyfriend available or just for the hell of it. I had at times desperately wanted Rose to love me I wanted to hear those three magic words. Now she'd said it. Oh fuck, what happens if she means it, Rose appearing on my doorstep regularly asking to see me. Mum would soon know what was going on. Uncle Bill and aunt Hilda, (Rose's dad and mum), Jesus Bill would kill me if he knew I was screwing my cousin, his daughter. Visions of Rose being forced to move far away to get her away from me, this was what happened to girls who screwed a family member or got pregnant in those days. I'd been gently kissing Rose's neck and face as I thought of my fate with a family true lover. She had been gently moaning and whispering things to me, I'd heard none of them; well I'd heard but not registered them. The fact that Rose only being a cousin and sex with her being totally legal and acceptable to the authorities hadn't entered my head. I knew families frowned on it that was good enough for me, or should I say bad enough. I felt Rose's hand stroking my soft cock, it had been about 15 minutes since we climaxed like a double-barrelled cannon shot. I was typical of all teenage guys then, 15 minutes was plenty long enough to recover I felt Percy begin to stiffen. My strange and confused thoughts began to vanish rapidly. Rose kissed me gently on the lips. "Well have you". She whispered, I was confused Rose had whispered something I should have taken in but hadn't. "What's that darling, what?" I whispered trying to sound as if I hadn't heard her last comment not all the previous ones. "Have you ever shagged a girl up the bum?” She whispered. "You know stuck your prick right up there". She continued a few seconds later. "Umm, well no, not up the arse". I replied wondering what else I'd failed to hear. My cock was rapidly becoming rock hard again at the thought of what may be coming next from Rose. "I love it up the bum, Ralph does me up there all the time". She whispered. Ralph was Rosemary's supposed regular man friend, a 27 yr old married man he'd been screwing her for a long while. Rumour had it that Ralph's wife liked to join in with him and Rose but I never asked her if this was true and she never volunteered the information. I always suspected from comments she made and outside whispers that Rose was bi-sexual but I didn't find out for sure until years after our affairs ended that it was true. "Here wipe some of this on your prick, plenty of it mind". Rose said handing me a pot of Vaseline she'd retrieved from her belt bag. Then without further comment from me she rolled onto her side and spread her top leg right forward exposing her lovely pink crinkled arse ring in the process. "Fucking hell Rose you serious?” I stammered. "Bloody serious big boy, get it up my bum". She replied. I began smearing a huge blob of Vaseline up and down my shaft as I did so I studied Rose's arse, beautiful rounded cheeks nice and stable yet soft to the touch. I inspected her arse ring closely; I'd never really looked up a woman’s arse before, anyone’s arse for that matter. "Finger some grease up me darling, gently though", Rose whispered. I took another blob of Vaseline and offered my finger to her rear entry, I hesitated for a second or two with mild disgust at the thought of sticking my finger up someone’s arse, all that smelly stuff up there. "Come on it's alright, I like it a lot, no ones going to know". Rose reassured. It felt fucking fantastic as her ring relaxed and allowed my finger to slide into her hole so tight yet at the same time very receptive. Rose moaned and grunted a little as I fingered the slippery grease in and out of her and spread it round her arse cheeks and ring. "Go on do it then, fuck my arse". Rose whispered in a gruff aroused voice. "Go on, gently though and not too far in at first", She continued in a more open tone. I guided my hard member to the goal not really knowing what to expect, I had visions of difficult entry struggling to force it into her. I mean it had felt tight around my finger how was it going to take my organ three times the girth or more. As I began to ease my prick harder against the small opening it suddenly popped loose as Rose relaxed her muscles to take it in and my dick slid in much easier than I anticipated. "Ohhh yes, nice". Rose whispered as my cock began sliding deeper inside her arse hole. Rose cried out a little as my cock hit a restriction inside her; I stopped pushing I knew without asking this was as far as I could go to start with. I gently eased it back out and then in again to the limit, then repeated the operation again and again. "Nice, go in a bit deeper I can take it". Rose whispered in her gruff voice. I did as instructed and began to slowly fuck her up the arse for real, in out, in out, deeper and deeper each time. I was leaning back watching my cock fuck in and out of her arse hole, it was the most disgusting filthy sensation I'd ever known and it turned me on like nothing I'd ever done before. There was I in an abandoned barn fucking my cousin up the dung funnel. My cock was so hard again and it still tingled around the helmet from the previous ejaculation. Rosemary's arse hole felt so lovely and tight yet again so receptive. By this time my organ was going almost the entire length into her each time before it hit something, the only thing that spoiled the sensation was the extra care needed with each thrust so as not to injure her. I soon developed the knack of judging the depth however and all seemed nicer. Rose was grunting more than moaning this was hurting a bit I could tell, I slowed to almost a stop. "Am I hurting you darling, I don't want to hurt you, I love you". I whispered. There I'd said it at last, the three words, I felt elated. "Don't be soppy you daft fucker, of course it hurts but I like it". Rose said, bang went my love affair. By this time Percy was on the verge of another firing anyway and lust took over from love. This tight and vile sexually arousing sensation was far too horny to last very long. I fired my second load of cream deep inside Rose's arse, she twitched and cried out loudly as she felt the warm fluid pump into her. She then let out another deafening squeal and jerked quite violently as she had her second full blown orgasm. A string of sexually abusive filth pouring from her lips. As I gently eased Percy out of her arse hole Rose gave a sigh of relief, I was amazed to watch as her arse ring remained open for many seconds before slowly tightening back to a more normal size. A dribble of brown and white mixed liquid oozed out of her arse hole as it closed. This I must admit turned my stomach a little as I was reminded what this hole was really for. I immediately examined my softening member expecting to see it covered with shit; it wasn't to my surprise, just very shiny with Vaseline and spunk residue. What did alarm me was a small trace of blood near the base of my cock nothing much but visible as blood. I also at that point noticed her arse cheeks around the ring were smeared with a little blood. "God Rose you're bleeding a bit, you all right". I said in panic, weird thoughts in my head again, visions of trying to explain all this in the hospital and again later at home if Rose was injured badly. "It's OK darling, I always said you were a big boy, you're a bit bigger than Ralph and I've got a small split in my ring I expect". She said so unconcerned. "Fucking hell Rose that was lovely, you sure I didn't hurt you though". I whispered. Rosemary: Her Part In My Downfall "I'm alright honest, of course it hurt and it'll be as sore as hell later but I love it, it reminds me I've been shagged". Rose said with a reassuring smile. We hugged and kissed gently for a while then dressed to leave, as we were about to exit the barn Rose spoke in her serious voice again. "You're only the second ever to fuck my arse big boy, Ralph and you, he's done me up there loads, you can now can't you". The love sensation hit again, my darling Rose had allowed me such a privilege in my eyes, second man up her shit locker. Anyone else would have wanted to be first. That wasn't the first new sexual experience Rosemary introduced me to during our long part time lust affair, the love word was used again by us both many times but only in the throws of orgasm. The next Rosemary tale may well be in group sex category. Cousin Rose, her part in my downfall (1: By pop_54/2002. Copying and reproduction of this story for non-commercial entertainment is permitted providing the relevant acknowledgments are included. Rosemary He led her through a complicated number of dance steps, which ended with her leaning back and his leg between hers. She blushed again, as he led here back to the table When she sat down, she was flushed, hot, and horny. She finished her third glass of wine. "It seems you're enjoying yourself." He placed his hand on top of hers. "I am, but you're a little over the line with your hands and the kiss. "You didn't enjoy the kiss? He asked "I did you have kissable lips, and your deodorant is perfect for you. It's about time we started toward the bus stop." "Are you sure you want to go?" "Yes, I always get home around eleven." She stood. * * * He allowed her to precede him to the entrance. They stepped into a foyer where he paid for the wine to a young land behind the desk. He stepped into an area used, in the winter for hanging coats. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lightly on the lips. She didn't resist. He kissed her passionately and slipped his tongue into her mouth, and dry humped her. She turned her head away. "We can't do this. I'm a married woman, and I have to go home." "Does that mean you didn't like the kiss?" "I didn't like the French kiss, or you're rubbing yourself against me the way you did. It's not proper behavior. I want you to take me to the bus stop." She was obviously upset. He guided her out of The Dance Club with his hand around her waist. He turned left away from the bus stop. "Donavon, this isn't the way, that will give us a few more minutes together." He pulled her closer. "There is another one two blocks this way," he said keep his arm around her waist. They walked about three-quarters of a block. She tried to remove his arm. He stepped into a ground level apartment, carrying Rose inside and closing the door. "I'm going to give you what you want." He pulled her into his arms kissing her passionately and pulled her into his groin with his hands on her ass. She resisted at first but responded to his kisses and his cock rubbing against her pussy. The wine, the dancing, and his kisses overcame her normal conservative behavior. He picked her up and carried her into a small bedroom furnished with a bed, a chest of drawers, and two tables with lamps at the head of the bed. He turned on the lights; they were pink. He sat her down and smothered her with a long French kiss. While kissing her, he unzipped her dress and unfasten her bra. Rose moaned under his kiss and allowed her dress and bra fall to her waist. She enjoyed the feeling flowing through her, but she still wasn't sure. He stooped and took a nipple into his mouth. "Ooah." she went limp. As he sucked her nipple, one of his hands went under her dress to the crotch of her wet panties. She moaned, "Oooah!" His hand rubbed up and down her slit before he pushed her panties aside and slipped a finger into her pussy. She automatically spread her legs and moaned again, "Oooah, when he found her G-spot. "Oh, oh, don't stop, don't stop." He moved his finger to her clit and circled it with gentle enthusiasm. She swooned. When she woke a few seconds later, she was naked lying on a bed. He was nude and poised between her legs with his cock in hand. "Protection." She screamed. It was too late. Donavon's crown pushed her pussy lips apart. He stopped. "I can't wait Rose. I've wanted to be inside you since the first time I saw you." He slowly pushed forward separating her vagina walls with his engorged cock. "I'm not on the pill," she whispered into his ear. "I've got the morning after pill," he whispered back. "Now relax and enjoy yourself." He lifted himself to his hands to look at the beautiful redhead, with large tits, before he rhythmically stroked her pussy. Her smile widened as he slowly pumped in and out. After a minute, she started to moan, "Oooah," each time he bottomed out. He dropped to his forearms and said, "Give me a breast." Rose lifted one to his eager mouth. He took her nipple rolled it between his lips, and then rolled his tongue over and around it for what seemed like an hour. He closed his lips sucking her nipple before pulling his mouth from it. "That was wonderful. Do the other," she said pushing the other tit to him. He worshiped her nipple as he had the first. He consistently licked her nub in circles and then back and forth. He closed his mouth around her areola and nipple and sucked with her nub between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Rose moaned as he sucked and groaned when he pulled off her teat. He smiled, looking down at her. "Are you ready?" "I've never been so ready." Donavon withdrew until the crown of his cock was just inside her pussy, then he pushed slowly as far into her as he could. Rose allowed herself to enjoy having a long, large cock pushing in and pulling out of her pussy. All thoughts of her real world disappeared from her mind as she concentrated on the plowing of his shaft. After a long while, she got in sync with his regular rhythm and grunted with each of his forward thrusts. Mini orgasms began early during his humping and gradually grew until the convulsions of her sex organs overwhelmed her with pleasure, and she climaxed and writhed under him. Her mind went blank as she reveled in the intense orgasms that surged through her body every minute or so. The friction between them elevated her to paradise where ecstasy was like a narcotic. The more he plundered her treasure, the more she wanted. Her grunting, moaning, and groaning was continuous as she witnessed fireworks, in her mind and explosions in her pussy. Unexpectedly she felt him swell, harden a microsecond before she had the most intense orgasm of her life as she felt his sperm blast into her waiting and willing pussy. Slowly, ever so slowly she returned to normal. Opening her eye, she saw Donavon with his head raised high, his eyes closed, and his erection dwindling. She cried because of the end of the most fantastic fuck she'd ever had. When his spasm eased, he relaxed laying on her body and kissing her. "You Mrs. Wolfe are an incredible fuck. You responded to me as my drums do. Are you ready for seconds?" "Donavon, I would, but I'm already late getting home. The buses don't run as often in the evening as during the day." He groaned, "Damn, I forgot about the time. He rolled off her. I have a friend who'll be glad to take you home. Take a shower and dress while I call him." Rose quickly followed his directions. In fifteen minutes, she was standing at the front door of the apartment. "Thank you for a fantastic evening," she said softly. He took her by the hand and kissed her, "When will I see you again?" "I...I don't know. I shouldn't see you again even though I had more enjoyable orgasms than in my entire life. "I'm married and have committed adultery. He took her by the ass and kissed her. "When will I see you again?" "I'll see you when I see you." She didn't look him in the eye. Donavon looked disappointed. He took her in his arms and kissed her before leading her outside. Rosemary's Awakening She lay waiting, back arched, nipples hard within the confines of her bra. Her arms crossed above her head and legs slightly parted. She heard the key turn in the lock and shivered in anticipation. He had promised to take her in hand tonight – and had been teasing her all evening with promises of what he would do to her. All her life she had felt constrained sexually, but tonight she was willing to let herself go under his control. He entered the bedroom, bare foot and tanned in white t-shirt and worn jeans, and looked directly at her smiling. "Turn over" he said to her. She did slowly. The first touch was as light as a feather across the cheeks of her bottom, encased in her finest silk knickers. He slid his fingers lightly down into the crease between her legs and felt her excitement through the warm dampness in her crotch. He eased his fingers further forward and brushed her clitoris through her knickers. She moaned softly and pushed down with her hips trapping his hand against the bed. With his other had he brushed a strand of hair off her face, then reached up to grasp her wrists – leaning forwards to kiss her gently on the side of her face. "I'm going to tie your wrists" he whispered in her ear. She said nothing but separated her wrists to allow him to tie each with one of her silk scarves to the bars on the headboard. Taking his time he placed light feathered kisses from the sensitive skin in the nape of her neck, down her back, to the top of her knickers. With his two hands he gently, but firmly spread her legs, noticing she was holding her arse up off the bed slightly – as if inviting his next action. Smack. The first blow was a shock when it came, stinging her left buttock and followed by three more before she could even start to think. He then repeated this on her right cheek, before smoothing his fingers lightly across her bottom again. Her bottom stung, but the initial pain was softening now into a warm heat that spread across her bottom and between her legs. While his fingers teased her between her legs, he leant forward to nuzzle her neck and whisper in her ear. "Did you like that?" She found herself breathing the word "Yes". He sat back, but continued to lightly tease the lips of her fanny through her silk panties. She was starting to breathe more heavily. Suddenly his weight left the bed and she saw him reach to unbuckle the thick leather belt that was looped through his jeans. She had not expected this, but was too excited to object when he started to lightly trail the end of the belt down her back, over her buttocks and then up and down her legs. She closed her legs involuntarily as the end of the belt teased her cunt, only to receive a growl of displeasure from him and a sharp slap on the bottom from the belt as he reached to spread her legs again. He continued to trail the belt across her body until she relaxed again – then he withdrew it and waited. The first strike with the belt really hurt and she cried out, but he ignored her and continued to strike across both cheeks of her bottom until she was writhing on the bed, her bottom starting to glow. A tear appeared in the corner of her eye, but as his fingers smoothed her behind and reached between her legs to caress her clitoris she felt her body respond strongly. He pulled her knickers to one side and teased the glistening lips of her cunt with first his fingers and then the tip of the belt. She was on fire, her bottom was glowing, her cunt was dripping and she raised her bottom to invite his fingers to enter her. He teased her for a while, sliding his fingers along each side of her cunt and circling her clitoris. "Please" she moaned, "please make me come". He withdrew his fingers to give her four more strong smacks with the belt across her already smarting behind – and then swiftly plunged two fingers into her waiting hole, using his ring finger to tease her clitoris. She gasped and quivered – her orgasm starting to build. He slid his fingers deep inside her, whilst his thumb came to rest on her brown anus and caressed it lightly. She was starting to come now and bit hard on the pillow to stop herself screaming. He continued to piston his fingers into her cunt, bringing a third finger to join the first two as her orgasm continued. After what seemed to be a wave of 3 to 4 orgasms her hips collapsed onto the bed. He withdrew his fingers slowly, then offered one up to her lips to suck on. She would not have normally done it, but it seemed natural to open her mouth and accept his finger in, tasting her juices for the first time. She continued to lick and suck his finger as the last tremors of her orgasm died down across her body. He gazed down at her, her bottom cheeks glowing an angry red under the cream silk of her expensive knickers. He caressed her arse lightly as he leaned forward to whisper again in her ear. "Next time, I'll double the number of strokes" She shivered, partly in fear and partly in anticipation. Her eyes closed as she savoured the most complete orgasm of her life. Rosemary's Letter to Hilda Hi Hilda; I was just so thrilled when I ran into Floyd Bowser at the High School reunion last month and he passed your address along to me. Goodness gracious me. It seems an eternity since I left the warm, loving embrace of our little town in the mid-west to make my fortune in the promised land of New York. So many interesting things happened to me in the decades that followed. About 30 years ago, I was at an exclusive social function and I suppose it must have been one of those nights when fate chose to smile upon me. I remember it as clearly as if it happened yesterday. That was the night I met my husband, the man who made all of my dreams come true. He was the most perfect, handsome, intelligent man I had ever encountered. As I mentioned, fate was working for me that night as I almost missed him. A thick cloud of cigarette smoke hung over the bar, making it difficult to see other people until you were just a few feet away from them. I was able to make out his form through the blue haze and was quite impressed with his physical attributes. The moment our eyes met, it was as if a bolt of lightning flashed across the sea of heads between us. He was a performer and his name was "Jack Hammer". He was still sweating from the exertion of his last performance and the beads of perspiration sparkled like tiny diamonds as they ran down his shaved chest and were quickly absorbed by the purple cummerbund that ran about the waist band of his abbreviated green g-string. He smiled as he saw me thirstily drinking in his exceptionally masculine attributes. I was temporarily blinded as the light from the disco ball rotating behind me was reflected back into my eyes from the surface of his ultra-white teeth. He gently pushed aside the throng of matronly women who were flocked about him. Their nicotine stained fingers were tenaciously gripping thick wads of one dollar bills that they intended to stuff into his already burgeoning g-string during his next performance. He began to make his way around the bar, his gaze never leaving mine. I quickly quaffed what remained of my boilermaker, slammed down the empty mug, ground out my cigarette, and motioned to the bartender to fetch me a refill. All the while, my eyes were consuming the beauty of this majestic male beast. His muscular shoulders and chest flexed and relaxed in an extremely innervating manner as he approached me. His taught abdominal muscles formed a perfect 8 pack that would have allowed a dozen people to play tic tac toe simultaneously. His lean narrow hips swayed hypnotically from side to side, supported by two muscular legs of sculpted granite, that tensed and relaxed with each erotic step he took. "Hi gorgeous!" he said with a wide smile, a provocative Barry White tone in his sensual voice, "I'm Jack Hammer." "Well hi Mr. Hammer," I blurted out demurely. "I'm Rosemary Whole, but you can call me Rosy." "Well then Rosy Whole it is baby!" he replied in a sensually charged half whisper. "Jack Hammer is just my stage name. My real name is Richard Stiff, but you can call me Dick." "Well then Dick Stiff it is sir?" I said in a shy half whisper. "What sign are you Dick?" "Sign? Why I'm your sign Baby!" he replied with a provocative smile. "What's a knock down gorgeous doll like you doing in a dump like this? I feel like a stray dog who's just stumbled onto a wagon full of fresh entrails behind the local slaughter house." "Oh," I said, giggling nervously, "I bet you sweet talk all of the girls like that." I looked down nervously in an attempt to avoid his overly stimulating gaze, but had to move my eyes back up immediately as I found myself staring at his billowing green g-string and it's overflowing cargo of one dollar bills. "Nah!" he replied indifferently, "Most of the babes around here are romantic retreads with nothing on their mind but a night of sexual gymnastics. They take you home with them, talk you into giving them a top drawer shagging that would turn a nun into a sex addict. Then, when it's over, you feel empty and dirty; that salacious kind of dirty that soap just won't wash off." "Oh really?" I replied, wondering exactly what salacious meant. "Why do you say that?" He chuckled at my apparent naivety. "So, you want to get together after my last show baby?" he asked intoxicatingly. "Oh, I don't know," I replied. "I'm not really the type of gal who just hooks up with a guy on the same night as I meet him." "Well, suit yourself sugar," he replied as he turned to leave. "I was hoping I might get the chance to rock your world, but I ain't a pushy kind of guy." Believe me Hilda, that was all I needed to convince me that this was the man with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life. How could I ignore that kind of eloquence? I grabbed the back of his sweaty g-string as he began to walk away. "Hold it!" I said, and as 30 or 40 perspiration soaked one dollar bills fell to the floor, I said in the most sultry voice imaginable, "I'd love to get together with you after your last show Mr. Stiff." We went back to his place at about three o'clock in the morning and I was simply putty in his hands. Dick Stiff introduced me to the physical side of love. Sure, I'd let a few of the guys back home, like Fester Nobb and Lance Boyle, get to second base a couple of times, but I had no idea what I was missing until that night with Dick. I could hardly get my legs back together for at least a week after surrendering my chastity to that unstoppable love machine. He was just so eager Hilda! When he mounted me, I realized how a piece of cloth must feel when it's being mended by a Singer sewing machine. You'll find it hard to believe Hilda, but that unbelievably romantic encounter with the man who was to become my husband took place over 30 years ago. The love we've shared ever since is the sort that poets write about. I never left him after that one fantastic night of love. The next morning, he took me out for breakfast and then we went to the local Goodyear Store to buy a new set of tires. I can still remember the way that he looked at me over the tires, as I helped him mount them on his house. His eyes were glowing with true love as he asked me to stay by his side forever and be his wife. I just couldn't say yes fast enough. I best leave off my story here Hilda. Just about now, Dick will be finishing up a show at the Ladies chapter of the Happy Hills Assisted Living complex on the other side of town. He always needs a back massage when he gets home from a hard night at the office. At his age, you can only do so many pelvic thrusts without developing back problems. Needless to say, we're both real happy that the government hasn't gone ahead with the often proposed replacement of the one dollar bill with a one dollar coin. A g-string full of coins would not only be heavy but could also be very dangerous, for both the dancers and the audience. Bye for now and please say hello to all of our old friends Hilda. Your old friend, Rosy Whole