my juicy cunney.' He needed no second bidding as she lay on her back, her legs slightly apart-in a trice he was on top of her, his hands roving over those lovely alabaster-white breasts, moving his hands over the large pink aureoles and raised red nipples. He gently squeezed these succulent little cherries up to perfection as Sarah's body arched like a sleek cat as my uncle kissed her knees, her calves and her inner thighs, his hands all the while massaging those divinely full breasts.
She now parted her legs further, exposing her luxuriant-crisp bush and for a moment I could see her protruding cunney lips before his head buried itself between her legs and I could hear (though not actually see) him licking and lapping around her open crack.
My own cunt cried out with unfulfilled desire as Uncle Gordon continued to suck and play with Sarah's slit and my mound was on fire as he now lifted himself over the trembling girl and mounted her, guiding his enormous ramrod inside her squelchy cunt. Directing every last inch of his shaft snugly inside her cunney, Sarah now closed her thighs so that his cock was well and truly trapped in her nookie. Uncle Gordon could hardly pump in and out because Sarah's strong cunney muscles were gripping him so tightly, but he had no complaint as she started to grind her hips round, which massaged his prick quite exquisitely. I could imagine his hard pulsating penis throbbing powerfully inside her love channel and when he clutched Sarah's plump bum cheeks and smack his lips over one of her engorged stalky nipples, my pussey became wetter and wetter as I wriggled my hand between my legs and rubbed my pussey as hard as possible.
Now Sarah shifted her thighs and as the pressure around his pole eased, he began to drive wildly in and out of her delicious slit, fucking at such speed that I marvelled at his athleticism. 'Oooh, Gordon, you fat-cocked fucker, you've made me spend already-Oooh! I'm going off again!-Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! AAAH! What a glorious spend! Come on, darling, fill my cunney with spunk!' she panted as she writhed in ecstasies of delight-for the lucky Sarah was being brought off time and again and she worked herself off to a huge orgasm as the fierce momentum of my uncle's fucking sent her cunt into new paroxysms of pleasure.
For the grand finale, she brought her legs up against the small of his back, humping the lower half of her body upwards to meet the violent strokes of his raging member which shafted in and out, in rhythm with the ever-quickening jerks of her hips. The contraction of her sopping pussey now sent Uncle Gordon to the brink and with one final thrust he melted into her as he reached his climax, spilling spasm after spasm of love juice into her vitals as she herself shuddered into an explosive spend and even my own now saturated pussey sent out delicious waves of pleasure crackling throughout my entire body.
Sarah and Uncle Gordon were equally happy with the result of their exertions. 'What a splendid old cock you have there, my lord,' said Sarah, her bosoms rising and falling as she lay gasping for breath. 'My God, you filled me up completely which is more than most young chaps can do, that's for sure, with that big old cock. It's as they say, the old fiddles play the best tunes.'
'Thank you very much, m'dear, but I always say that it's not the age of the ship that counts, it's the way the captain steers his ship,' he replied modestly, 'and let me add that you have an absolutely divine love channel, Sarah. It must be the prettiest little cunt I have ever fucked. I just love the way my cock slides against its wet, velvety walls. Truly it must have been a cunt such as yours that the Scots poet David Taylor had in mind when he wrote:
How oft I've sworn to my true love
The world no sight can show,
To match her locks, her lips divine,
Her bosoms hills of snow.
But yet I find myself forsworn,
Two lips I have beheld;
Still lovelier on this happy morn,
A mount that hose excelled!
Her bosom boasts no swell so fair
No tints that these eclipse;
Her head had no such jet black hair,
Nor such enchanting lips!
'Thank you, Gordon, that's really lovely. Would you write that down for me please?' said Sarah, snuggling up beside him. 'Now, I suppose that another little fuck is out of the question?'
''Fraid so, my love, my old soldier won't stand up again for another couple of hours at least, not even if you tried out your peculiar idea about shoving mustard up my arse, which in any case sounds jolly uncomfortable, if you don't mind my saying so. Look, you can stay here all night, can't you?'
'Yes, of course I can, only we won't be able to have a lie-in. I must be up early to begin my work. If I'm not downstairs by half past six, Mrs. Callaghan the housekeeper will come into my room and see that I've spent the night elsewhere,' she warned.
'Gad, that would never do. But don't worry, I'll set the alarm on my bedside clock for six a.m. I don't mind waking up so early, especially because my prick will be standing up nice and stiff again by the morning.'
'Then you had better set the alarm for half past five,' said Sarah, with an infectious giggle which set Uncle Gordon laughing and at this juncture I leaned back from the peephole. This erotic encounter had been most pleasurable to watch but I positively ached for a stiff prick of mine to slide into my cunney. Then suddenly I had a brainwave- whilst it would take too long for a letter to reach my boyfriend Jimmy Horobin in London, and in any case I would be terrified of my billet-doux being seen by someone else, I could always contact him first thing in the morning, for last year Papa had a telephone installed. Hurrah for Mr. Alexander Graham Bell! I rejoiced as I settled down in my bed to dream of what sensual joys Jimmy Horobin could offer me.
2. My First Fuck
I was too excited to sleep well and I was only in a doze when I was fully woken by the shrill sound of Uncle Gordon's alarm clock. I heaved myself up to look at my watch-for dawn had already broken-and saw that it was only just after half past five, far too early of course to telephone Jimmy! But were my uncle and Sarah already engaged in a further bout of copulation? I went over to the peephole and fastened my eyes upon the couple who were entwined together in what was to me a new fashion.
Sarah was standing naked on the floor but leaning over the bed with her elbows on the mattress. The rounded contours of her backside jutted out and waggled invitingly as Uncle Gordon, who was also quite nude, suavely smoothed his hands over the quivering springy globes of her lovely derriere. He then took hold of these delicious rondeurs and parted them as he carefully positioned the stiff shaft of his penis between her two lovely bottom cheeks until the tip of his knob was touching the crinkled little entrance of her bum-hole.
'H-a-r!' grunted Sarah. 'I think your pego is a bit too big for bottom-fucking, darling, unless you can grease it well with some pomade.' {This was a perfume oil used to make the hair smooth and shiny-Editor).
'No problem, my dear, I have a bottle to hand. You must forgive me, for I should not have to be reminded to oil my tool before buggering you,' he cried, as he rushed over to the dressing-table and proceeded to lubricate his shaft until it fairly glistened in the sunlight that now poured into the room.
He repositioned himself behind her and sure enough this time his cock slid freely inside her, quickly enveloping itself between the in-rolling cheeks of Sarah's mouth-watering arse. I noticed that Uncle Gordon pushed in slowly at first and he considerately asked Sarah is she could take more of his thick staff. 'Oh yes, yes, don't stop now!' she gasped and so he worked his shaft in and out of her uninhibitedly, pushing his whole body forwards and backwards, making her delicious buttocks smack loudly against his belly as he heaved away.
'My cock's right up your bottom, Sarah!' he cried out as he leaned over her to fondle and weigh her lush breasts and to diddle her juicy pussey. She turned her head round to meet his lips with her own and as they kissed I could see from the provocative wiggling of her posterior there was no doubt how much she was enjoying his thick prick pounding in and out of her gorgeous backside.
'This is too wonderful, oh, keep rotating your arse, Sarah and I'll shoot my spunk into you,' my uncle
