The List
(Part of the Aunt Isobel Series)

by
Rellik(c)
2004
rellik@uymail.com

I couldn't believe all the ladies on this list of Roberts would perform the way he had explained. I thought he said they were all mature, yet there were two ladies I wouldn't class as mature, two were in their late twenties early thirties and both married to elderly wealthy influential men. Also at the other end was a very old lady I had seen only this morning in my shop, who I thought would be well past engaging in sexual activities.

There were fifteen names on his list, how do I start, random, or from the top, or the bottom. What do I do, knock at the door and say, 'How about a fuck, you're on the list the reverent gave me. He asked me to take care of you?' No, there had to be a better way. Then I realised that these ladies all play cards, at the Whist or Bridge evenings in the village hall every Tuesday evenings. Mary wanted me to go out; this was just what I wanted. The signs I read says admission for members only, how does one become a member, if you have to be one before one gets in. Who would know – Doris.

I rang Doris and she was very helpful and excited when I said I wanted to join.

“Go and see Tegan Morrison, she is Secretary and Treasurer and holds the membership forms.”

“What is it a secret society or something that I have to go through all this procedure?”

“No, just fill in the form and pay the fee. It goes towards the week-end outing we have twice a year. We have to put a deposit down, that is where the money goes.”

“I'll go up and see her and fill in the form Doris.”

I think she had company for I heard a few voices talking in the background as she replaced the receiver.

Tegan was the old lady on Roberts’s list, so I was going to get to meet at least one on his list I thought, as I travelled up to her home in my car.

At this time of the year, the sun didn't set until well after nine. When I got there Tegan was working in her garden and all I saw was her large back-side sticking up in the air. Then a gust of wind caught her dress and blew it over her head, revealing for all the world to see, her cream coloured scanty clad posterior with her very pronounced labial lips of her vulva tightly encased in the material. She automatically stood and pushed her dress down, but turned and saw me standing in the pathway which led to her front door.

“Did I give you a good show Duncan?” she said with a smile on her face.

Why should I deny it? “You certainly did Tegan, pity I wasn't a bit closer though.”

“What would you have done then? No, I shouldn't ask, I may have got the right answer. What can I do for you anyway?”

“I came up to join the Whist and Bridge Club; I believe you have the forms.”

“Lovely, you want to join; it will make our numbers up again now the minister has left us.”

“It was he, who advised me to join, Tegan,” I emphasised her name to let her know he had mentioned her.

“That's indeed interesting,” she said as she moved to the path and turned towards her front door. I just followed her without being asked.

Tegan was a very sprightly lady well past retiring age. Usually very well turned out in what I consider the mature ladies outfit, a loose floral dress usually with half sleeves, open necked, but showing no cleavage, rather loose but balloonous and falls to just below the knee, usually made of a silky material and gathered in at the waist. Her hair was grey and obviously permed, she wore light make up and lots of perfume. Today she was in a cotton dress, again loose and half buttoned to the waist, showing ample cleavage. Weight about average and between five feet three and four inches tall, medium body fat, not fat or thin, just the way I like to see a woman and of course wide hips, which I had already seen. I watched the cheeks of her arse sway from side to side as I followed her into the house.

“Please, take a seat I shan't be minutes,” she said indicating her lounge, as she went upstairs. I heard her shower running and twenty minutes later she walked in all dressed and smelling nice as she usually did.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Only if you will have one with me.”

“I don't usually have a drink, maybe a little port, but I haven't any at present. Please pour yourself one and you pour me something that isn't too strong, then I will join you. The bottles are in the cabinet.”

I opened the doors and she had every conceivable drink there. I saw my Drambuie so I poured a nice measure for myself. Now what can I pour for her I thought. There was a vodka bottle three-quarters full so I tipped a good measure in a glass and topped the glass up with Fanta, then carried it over to her.

“I see you have taken a Drambuie, isn't that very strong?”

“This is really my preferred drink, I like my things sweet and strong,” I said looking at her.

She just drank half the glass of her drink and I could see she liked it. ”This is nice and not very strong at all.

If you don't drink and you drink it the way you are, you'll be under the table in no time, I thought as she just lifted the class and downed some more. I expected her to sip it.

“I'll get the form and you can pay me the fee and then you are a member,” she said rising and going to a desk in the corner. She returned with the form and sat down beside me, as I filled it in. She reached across the coffee table and brought her glass over to this side and drank what was in the glass. I watched all this as I filled the form. I took the money from my wallet and put it on the form.

“Well Tegan there you are, the total annual fee.”

When I looked at her, her head was moving from side to side, surely she isn't drunk, Vodka doesn't work that fast surely, but her voice was slightly slurred when she answered me.

“Thank you, we hope to see you then to-morrow evening at seven-thirty.”

As she said this she fell forward and her head landed on my lap with her mouth on my penis, which jumped to attention.

“Oh I seem to have aroused something,” she said, turning her head and looking up at me.

“You certainly have, surely you can do something about it?”

“You don't mind Duncan,” she said unzipping my trousers with her left hand then plunging her hand into my flies and actually dragging my penis out, she opened her mouth and the head disappeared with her lips tight around the shaft, looking like I had a pink band around it. Her tongue was rolling round and round the head as I reached down and pulled her dress up and slid down the crack on her bottom until I reached her plump lips of her vulva. I was quite content to just stay outside of her covered fanny, caressing her through the material while she worked on my penis.

She removed her mouth and still looking into my eyes, ”Can I take off my panties and you fuck me proper?”

“Sure Tegan, please do.”

She got up and took off her panties and knelt on the carpet with her head on the seat of the settee. It was obvious she wanted it doggy fashion, so I undid the clasp on my trousers and dropped them and my underpants, then got behind her. She was wonderfully wet and I parted those lovely plump labial lips and slowly sank in, I love just sliding in, I think this is the best part of a fuck, the initial penetration, for this is the triumph of being accepted by the woman, the first entry, and it the most crucial too.

I could tell by the way she let out a gentle sigh that she was thoroughly enjoying this penetration. I just kept the pressure on and I was sunk into her as far as I could go, even gripping her hips and gently pulling her into me.

“Oh Duncan, you are so much bigger than Robert and so gentle too, he used to hurt me, but I just had to have him, but this is so much better and I love your big cock. Please be gentle, I always wanted to be treated gently, but very seldom did I get what I wanted.”

I continued to move in and out of this lady who used to be the headmistress of the Secondary School in the nearby town. I bet through the years there were a lot of pupils who would have liked to be doing what I am doing now. She was very receptive and was showing her satisfaction by gently rolling her hips and moving them in time with me. I love the slow easy feel of slowly sliding in and out of a well lubricated cunt and Tegan's was certainly that just now.

I reached under her and squeezed her bra encased breasts and she loved this also, by placing her hand over nine and pressing it in and helping me massage her breast.

In, slap, out, squelch, it sounded as I withdrew and entered her body, I felt the slow climax coming on and timed it that I was as deep as I could and then let go, drenching her innermost depths. God, it felt great, shooting my load into her.

I held her tight as my heart slowed down, then I pulled out and let her up. I was sitting back on my heels as she turned and took my hands in hers.

“That was wonderful Duncan, for a big man you are very gentle and I thank you for that, I feel wonderful, not sore and annoyed at myself. You are just what I needed. Did you know that the vicar 'Took care' of some of us ladies, I hope you will do also, but you are so much more gentle and a true gentleman?”

A gentleman! I was a randy bastard looking to fuck these ladies, I wasn't doing it for a service to them, it was self gratification and the feeling that the grass must be better in the other paddock. I wanted for some reason to sink my cock into every female in the area. I will never accomplish that, but I'm out to give it a try. This was number three and there were plenty more from what the list said.

Mary loved being pregnant and when I showed her the receipt for the Whist and Bridge Club she was pleased that I was getting out. Out of the way, so she wouldn't be tempted to break her vow, of no sex until after our baby was born. She was on the outer boundaries of child bearing and she wanted to take no chances in case she couldn't have another child.

Oh we kissed and petted, but that was as far as it went, I loved her very much, but I loved getting my leg over even more.

Tuesday evening I was there at seven fifteen as Tegan arrived with three other women in a car. Two of them I had played with at Doris's home and the third I had only seen occasionally in the shop. I tried to think of her name, then it came in a flash Lauren Brown the columnist, she was the one who thought that the modern morality had sunk to the gutter and all teenagers should be segregated, or worse. She was a real hater of teenagers and her writings showed that.

The other two were Tarnisha Findlay and Belinda Harrison, both married, their husbands were retired and spent nearly all of their time at the golf club which was seven miles from the village. I knew Bill Harrison who had only recently retired, but had married Belinda who was 20 years his junior. Tarnisha was of Indian descent and was very much younger than Mr J Findlay the retired judge. These two women were nearly always together. Belinda was a small and thin, Tarnisha was one of coffee and two of cream complexion with jet black hair, slim and about two inches taller. What made her look even taller was that she always wore very high heeled shoes, also she had a very upper class voice, which was usually associated with a upper echelon private girls school, also she rode a lot as did Belinda. Oh, I knew quite a lot about these two in the notes left by Robert.

There was nothing on Lauren Brown, so she wasn't one of Roberts conquest or ladies who needed help.

I was paired with Lauren who seemed real pleased over that.

“Lovely, we get few men playing, or are members, they think this is too tame for them. We will get on champion.”

“I wouldn't count your chickens Lauren, I am just a beginner at this.”

“Darling, we all have to start sometime, just get in there.” She thrust her hips forward as she said this. This made me take note of her, she was average height about 54 years of age, divorced, I knew that. Dressed in a trouser suit with a plain knitted jumper, stockings, I would think the short knee length type, but I may be wrong, high heeled shoes. Thick dark red lipstick, her brown hair must be long for she had it in a tuck like bundle at the back held with a large comb, she also carried a shoulder bag.

“I would love to,” I said with a smile.

“You would, would you? A lot have tried,” she replied as she took me by the arm and we went to the table allocated. “Let's see how the evening progresses.”

Now it could have meant the cards or how we got on together, I would have to wait and see. We done extremely well, but it was mainly due to her skills and not mine, but I was beginning to pick it up. At half-time, she sat with me as we had tea and cakes which some of the ladies brought with them. There were eight tables of four each plus the two who were looking after the tea cakes, so of the 34 there were only 6 men, me included. 23 ladies on their own, but I knew ten who were married, but some of them were on my list as well as some of the others present.

The only one not here which was on Roberts list was Lady Barbara, she was the wife of the Lord of the shire, she was in her late fifties. I had to find out if she ever came here, for I honestly think this was where Robert scored from and not the church.

So I was right in becoming a member, now all I had to do was pick and choose during our playing nights, and work on that lady for a week, if that failed pick another the following game night. Yes this was getting very interesting, but what about Lauren, I was almost certain that she would be a willing participant in bedroom Olympics if I only tried.

During the evening I had been praising her and giving her the credit. It was when we were having our mid game tea and a chat she whispered. “If you're trying to get into my knickers, you are going the right way about it, I loved to be praised.” She then pulled back and gave me a smile.

I couldn't really reply to that for there was always someone near and unfortunately my voice carries when I try to whisper. I had to wait until we were out of earshot before I could answer, but I did nod my head and she laughed and nodded hers. I wasn't sure if it was a nod of consent or she was moving her head as she laughed. 

I noticed though that as we moved between tables after each rubber that she allowed me into her space without pulling back and allowed me to place my hand on the small of her back. Women don't like strangers touching them except on the elbow, any other place they feel invaded, that is except by the ones they feel safe with. That is why most women when they talk to men stay at least a pace away, stating by body language, 'This is my space, keep away' it's all sub-conscious. Holding a woman's elbow when you are asking her anything is more likely to get a positive answer, than touching her hand or upper arm, for that is her space, but the elbow is classed as out of her space. Human body language is very enlightening once you are able to read all the signs. A man will let another touch his upper arm, but don't touch anything else, or aggression takes over, he feels challenged.

So I knew that Lauren was comfortable with me, also she was square on leaning forward and her face only 12 inches from me when we were sitting at the table waiting on the next pair to arrive. Now I had to make the next move, or she will, knowing she had my trust.

“Can I run you home Lauren,” I asked as we were moving.

“Oh, that's very kind of you, I came with Belinda and that will save her coming all the way to my house. Poor dear that husband of hers leaves her alone too long. On club match days, he is never home to well after midnight, if it was me I would definitely have something to say. I won't be a minute I'll let Belinda know she doesn't need to drive me home.”

I am in, I knew it deep down. I looked over as she and Belinda were talking, when she turned to make her way back, Belinda winked at me. Women, they can read the signs as well as anyone. Now when she got back and sat down at the table I saw that she had her legs crossed and her foot was tracing circles as she spoke to me, also her leg was swinging. This woman is hot I knew it, but by her newspaper articles you would have thought she had had her vagina stitched up tight.

I was told your body language never lies, no matter what your mouth is saying. This lady was shouting her sexuality without saying a word.

How true it was, for we had hardly got inside her door when she had her arms around me and our lips crushed together, her upper body pressed close to mine. When eventually we pulled apart I asked the question, “Well am I getting inside your knickers?”

“Have you any doubts, I'll be fighting to keep you inside them, God I feel real hot.”

I was still holding her tight while we talked. “Lauren, why don't we go to bed, then we will be a lot more comfortable?”

“I never thought you would ask, but I want to be carried like a virgin bride.”

“Are you?”

“Don't be silly, but I can dream again, lover mine.”

So I picked her up as she squealed with delight kicking her feet sending her shoes flying. “Just like in the movies, I love this, I never even had this on my marriage night, better now anyway, I appreciate it more.” She was nibbling at my ear.

I placed her on the bed, but she jumped up and started undressing, giving me a strip show, so I done the same, now the house reverberated with our laughter as we slowly disrobed. Now she stood like my Venus a little plump but a lovely body non-the-less. She was gazing at my rigid penis.

“I will feel like a virgin, until I have that monster inside of me, WOW!” she said jumping on the bed.

I was on the bed in a flash and once again we were locked in an embrace, but this time there was nothing between us. Her body felt lovely and soft and she was pushing me down towards her breasts, which I eagerly devoured, taking one in one hand and the nipple of the other in my mouth, this sent her moving her shoulders from side to side first thrusting her breast into my face the next taking it away.

Even after the session the night before I was eager to get my end buried so I just pushed her legs open, which took no effort at all for Lauren was apparently as eager as I to taste my flesh. I lowered my hand and took my penis in my hand and guided it to her womanhood. She just seemed to suck me in, giving a long Ah as I sank deeper and deeper into her body, stretching her to accommodate my whole cock, She was rather tight but that soon went, I think it was only the fear that I was going to hurt her that she was tense, but once she realised that there was no pain she relaxed and we both settled into a rhythmic movement of love.

Our bodies seemed to blend as we came together in a slow pace, there was no slam, bang, and it’s over coupling, but a slow and lovely coming together of two people. I loved the feel of her body holding on to my cock deep inside of her vagina and the way her pelvis was working as if I was a cow being milked. At least she wasn't a loud lover, and only made low moans of pleasure. Then it was over and I spent the whole lot into her body. It was then I hoped she was on the Pill, for if she was mensurating still, there was no doubt that this would have rang the bell.

“Oh God Duncan, that was the most fantastic love making I have ever had, I have never, ever felt like this afterwards, I could love you for ever, you wonderful man and so gentle too. We must do this again I doubt if I could ever find another man who could satisfy me as you have just done. You are still single, what is my sex coming to leaving a man like you free, but then it you were married I wouldn't have had so wonderful an experience.”

After a while I went to her bathroom and showered, for I didn't want to go back to Mary smelling of another woman. I got dressed and left her still lying on her bed, but at least with the covers over her.

Out of curiosity I rang the Golf club and asked when the next club tournament was being held and was told there was a Stableford competition for club members only, on Friday. Now I knew what evening Tarnisha Findlay would be in on her own, or will she have Belinda in with her, that was a chance I would have to take.

I was glad it was Friday for Saturday was our paper-work day and if everything didn't work out correct sometimes I had to work late into Saturday evening. In the Post Office I had Declaration Statement forms which required the signature of a court official as a witness, so I armed myself with one of these. This was the excuse I was to use to call on the judges house.

Lauren Brown called into the shop on the Thursday and invited me to dinner in her house on Saturday, I informed her about our paper-work.

“Come round whenever you are finished then, I'll be waiting.” She couldn't say much more for people were coming and going all the time she was there.

Now that I knew the euphoria had had time to wear off and she still wanted me round I was determined to make every effort to be there.

Friday evening about seven, I drove around to the judge’s house and Tarnisha answered the door dressed in just a tight top and shorts with nothing on her feet. This was the first time I had ever seen her without her high heeled shoes. Her hair was in a pony-tail like style coming out of a bun. When she saw me standing there she smiled.

“I wondered when you would call round, Robert told me he was going to speak to you about my special needs. Did you know that my husband won't be home until late? It doesn't matter, for he doesn't even sleep in the same bed as me.”

She had really caught me by surprise, here was me thinking up an excuse to call round to see her and she had been waiting for me.

“I won't lie I came round with an excuse to see the judge, but I knew he was playing golf on the hope of seeing you?”

“Come in Duncan, let's talk, would you like a coffee?”

“Thank you, yes.” I said following her into a room which was obviously a study for it contained books, desk, lounge, and numerous papers strewn on the floor. Also there was a table with a coffee maker, cups and milk.

“I spend most of my time in here, I write romance stories. Peter isn't allowed in here; he has a tidy mind and would be upset by the way things are strewn about. Please sit.”

I sat on the settee and she sat opposite in a matching easy chair with a narrow high coffee table separating us. The table was of a height to be comfortable writing on and even this was covered with notes, which she pushed to one side to make room for the cups.

“Did you enjoy your time with Lauren on Tuesday evening, you two left together.”

“Yes I drove her home.”

“I bet there was more to it than that, I could tell it in the way she was looking at you that she was more than interested in you, and when a woman of her age looks at a man it is not to just hold hands,” she now was leaning forward with her arms wide palms up with the arms resting on the table, looking me straight in the eye.

Some how I was drawn towards her and I felt I just had to touch her, so I too leant forward and our fingers touched so lightly. It was me who was meant to be here seducing her, but I had the distinct feeling that she was going to seduce me. Yet we had said nothing that would indicate any sexual attraction.

By her leaning forward I was being afforded a full frontal view of her open top and the curvature of her breasts. Her shorts were that short that all I saw was a bikini sized piece of material and because her thighs were opened slightly my gaze went to the soft smooth skin of her inner thighs. In fact I was caressing them with my eyes.

“You like my legs Duncan, I can almost feel you touching them?”

“Sorry,” I said pulling my eyes away and back looking into her face which had a little smile on it, her eyes were now scanning my face, I saw the slight side to side eye movement as she done this. Now she had moved her hands and she had one resting on each of my wrists. I wanted to take a sip of the coffee, but also I didn't want to move my hands to break the contact we had.

In this short period I had traversed through the initial rites of courtship at least to the stage of acceptance and the only contact was her resting her hands on mine. All transmitted by body language. No other words were said, as she rose and came around the table and sat by my side but inclined to face me. Again her arms came out and now rested on my forearms.

“Duncan, I have always been attracted to you, but you never paid much attention to us ladies whilst Isobel was alive. I even came into the shop to buy the most trivial items, just so that I could see you. Didn't you notice me a little?”

“Yes, I did, but I didn't know how to approach you.”

“If you had I wouldn't have had to endure the cruel behaviour of Robert, for it was only a year ago, I could wait no longer for someone to release my frustration. Robert had no feeling for the woman, only his own gratification. I know you are so different from him, I know you seek the same as him, but you would not be cruel or unkind and wish to humiliate a woman.”

“How did Robert do that to you Tarnisha?

“He knew I was vulnerable and so frustrated that I would do anything to attain sexual gratification, that he made me perform lewd things, before he would give me relief. He only called on me three times and each time I was so ashamed afterwards, but once I knew I could get some satisfaction from him and there were no others, I done as he asked.”

“What was that?”

“Please don't ask me to tell you. Would you hold me in your arms, I want to be hugged and made to feel wanted, please,” she said looking up at my face.

I held out my arms and she came into them, pressing her lovely breasts against my chest and her head on my shoulder. I had my arms around her and she had her arms around my waist. I gently rocked her like one does a baby and she was making similar noises, like a soft cooing. I looked down into her dark brown eyes and gently lowered my head; she moved her head slightly to allow our mouths to meet so gently. I felt her whole body relax as our mouths were glued together.

“Oh Duncan, That was so nice, that is the way I want to be held and kissed,” she said as we parted.

I kissed her nose and then her forehead as she buried her head into my shoulder and hugged me even tighter. Here I had a lady who I knew had reached a stage where I'm sure Robert saw that would do anything to get some affection, her whole person screamed out for it. I moved my hand and placed it under her halter and up, cupping her breast; she made no moves at all to prevent me touching her there, even when I pushed her bra off her breast and hold her naked breast running my thumb over her tender nipple, which was becoming hard under this attention.

She lifted her head and I kissed her, she moved her hand and placed it behind my neck and pulled me harder onto her lips. Then she removed her lips from mine. “I want to remove my clothing Duncan, I want you to have full access to my body, treat me gentle please.”

As she was stripping off her clothing I got rid of mine. I noticed that her love patch was as dark as her hair, she had also let her hair down and it came down to her bottom and was cut square at the end, so maybe at one time she had been able to sit on her hair. I have never been with a woman who had so long hair and when I again held her, her hair was caressing my bare arms.

We just fell down onto her settee and lay there, as my hand dropped, caressing her back and then onto her bottom gently squeezing her soft derrière, she raised her fingers to my mouth and I kissed her fingertips as she ran them back and forth on my lips. I now was moving my hand up and down her thighs first at the back, and then I started moving round to the front. As I reached her inner thighs, she placed her lips against mine and I heard her intake of air as I reached her tender soft skin at the top of her thighs, gently touching her vulva with my finger as I caressed her thighs.

Now she had her hand on my penis and she held it so softly that it sent tingles up my spine. Her hand was slowly moving up and down my shaft.

I had moved up and parted her labial lips and entered her inner soft and moist vagina, inserting two fingers and rotated them, just rubbing the inner surface. She pulled me over so that she was now lying under me, with her legs now wide open and me lying between them. She had released my penis, but I took it in my hand and just placed it between her moist vaginal lips and sank in to her very willing body.

“Oh Duncan, that is so nice, the way you slowly entered me,” she moaned in my ear as she held me to her. Our whole body front was in contact and in this position was the ideal for a slow steady fucking, I loved this slow way to pleasure a woman and it was paying off a lot better than the thrash, bang approach and gave a longer contact with the lady, and so far I have had no bad experiences. I wanted to be able to come back again with these ladies and there was no better way for that than treating them gently.

Her orgasms were very strong as the contractions in her vagina were gripping my penis like a soft vice, her head was thrown back during these contractions, when they were over, she kissed my face all over. I have never felt a woman so intensive in her contractions, as she was having them almost every half minute until I unloaded into her, saturating her eager vagina. When I did she let out a low moan that sent a smile to her face, and a long sigh.

“How you have satisfied me Duncan, I have reached heights I only write about in my stories, but have never felt before. Oh we have to meet again, oh I won't feel ashamed this time, and this is far too good to feel anything but warmth and happiness.”

I slowly deflated and slipped out of her warm moist vagina and flopped onto her thigh as I rose and started getting dressed. She just lay there looking up at me, with a smile on her face. “You know Belinda is also waiting on you to call upon her? I don't want to share you with her, I want you all to myself, I am being selfish aren't I? I will hate her for getting this treatment, but she is as desperate as I am. She too was humiliated by Robert, but I know she won't be by you.”

“You look so contented lying there; don't you feel the need of modesty with me standing looking at you in so a provocative posture?”

“No Duncan, I don't feel ashamed showing you my body, for you can do with me as you wish, I am your slave for ever. I love you so much, darling.” she said still lying there.

I bent down and kissed her forehead then nose and finally her mouth, just touching her lips. “Tarnisha I must go, I think you are a lovely lady and would do nothing to undo our tender relationship.” I then left, letting myself out and returning home.

That was two ladies I really loved sinking my cock into and I knew without a doubt that I would always be welcomed back. In fact if I can get my books straight to-morrow I will be back between Laurens legs. Also there was Belinda and all the others on the list.