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Phew! Its so hot. I cant really stand this weather, moaned Shoran, pouring the tea and giving him eyefuls down the front of her dress.
Now then musnt complain, Col chided her pleasantly.
Shoran smiled as he watched her tits swing about and he saw the flesh of her belly between them, confirming his doubts about her upper undies. He wouldnt get a chance to check her lower portion he reckoned, although he would like to. Col liked huge women. Fat and with big bosoms were his thing. His current girlfriend Megan was thirty nine years old, fourteen years older than him and she was the magazine marketing manager. She tipped the scales at 250 pounds sporting a fortytwo D cup pair of bazongers. Shoran would be bigger than that and her extra maturity attracted Col. She wasnt ugly far from it and her infectious smile was a sure winner. He always wanted to shag a much older woman and Shoran would be ideal, but he dreamed as she broke his thoughts.
Look at her. Isnt she awful? chuckled Shoran, pointing at Lana.
No shes cute. Nice coloured bra, he added. Not hers of course.
Shoran giggled and shook her head.
Its one of Mariannes old ones for the charity shop. Not sure they will accept it though - undies you know. I was ironing the stuff off the line when you came.. No - I mean her walking round half naked, she added, nodding at the child realising his misunderstanding.
Ah! I see. Well shes entitled to in her own house. I do it all the time in my pad and my girlfriend does, he told her. She will stop soon enough though.
Oh Im not sure. Marianne hardly wears anything herself and especially in the summer. Lana just copies her, said Shoran. I wish I could, but its not a pretty sight.
Oh I dont know, Col smiled.
Shoran glanced at him coyly but didnt respond with a reaction. She changed the subject.
My house is too exposed anyway.
Where is that? Col asked.
Youre not going to peep on me are you? she screeched with mirth. Oo! That would be naughty.
Weeelll! Col drawled winking at her and kidding her, raising one eyebrow. No - just interested.
Oh pity, Shoran murmured very quietly, then louder. Its over the other side of Hamble, not far.
Views of the river? Col asked.
Yes, beautiful, but those sailors with their binoculars you know, she chuckled throatily.
Col nodded and sipped the tea. A car halted outside, Shoran peered behind her through the lace curtains as did Col and he could see a woman climb out.
Here she is now. Not too bad, Shoran glanced at her watch.
Ive got all afternoon now. Last appointment, said Col.
Good, she murmured as they heard the front door open.
Lana flew out of the room and loud welcomes and greetings took place out of sight. A red haired young woman entered the room, grinning vivaciously. Wild frizzy styled locks cascaded lower than her shoulders. A green and black shirt hung loose outside a long flowing black skirt which reached down to brightly painted toenails peeping from open toed sandals.
Hi Im Marianne, said the new arrival. Mum made you welcome?
Hello I am Col. Yes very much so. Got the tea and the chat, Col answered as he stood and shook her warm, strong hand.
Plenty of chat where Shoran is around, chuckled Marianne. Lovely mum to have dont you think?
Ill say so, Col agreed eyeing up Mariannes full flowing breast sway behind the shirt. Hot enough for you?
Phew! Yeah. I love it the heat and the freedom. Everyones that much happier yeah? asked Marianne, sitting next to him on the sofa.
Lana played happily at her feet.
Look at her with my old bra, Marianne laughed. Forty four F cup that is.
Wow! exclaimed Col. Looks a magnificent garment whatever the size.
Cost a packet. Its satin. My skin you see. Thats all I can bear against it apart from fresh air that is, Marianne chuckled cheekily. The material and the size. Not your average off the shelf item.
Yes I know, my girlfriend is a large girl, he told them.
Oh of course - Megan Parlour from the magazine yes? said Marianne. She called me the other day.
Col nodded.
Im here for the pictures she asked for, he added.
Why not a female by the way? asked Shoran.
Oh mum. It doesnt matter. He is their staff photographer. Seen it all before Ill bet. I dont mind, said Marianne pleasantly answering for him.
This is my Daddy, announced Lana brandishing a snapshot at Col.
Where did you? spluttered Marianne until she was interrupted by her mother.
Been rummaging in my bag round there, Shoran said nodding round the side of the sofa. Give it to me darling.
Marianne by then had taken the snapshot and grimaced as Col peered over her shoulder at the family photo.
Nice shot. Lovely looking family, he told her.
Not any more now hes gone, she muttered. Why have you got this in your bag Mum?
Dont know, must have forgotten it, glad Lana found it said Shoran obliquely. Ill dump it and get another of you two. Give it me.
Marianne grimaced again and handed the snap to Shoran who rumbled up and grabbed her handbag, giving Col more tempting views down her front. She certainly was a big lady. She took the tray of cups and stuff outside, calling Lana to help her. Marianne waited until they left the room and spoke.
Shes great is Mum. Helps a lot round here of course with Lana and allows me to get on with my job.
Youre in the car finance business arent you? he asked.
Yeah! But part time. Look what shots do you want? Im only asking as the boss has asked me to go in and do some data entry when Im available and I could do with the cash, she explained. Thought I would go back in this afternoon while Mum is here.
Oh! The usual. Bit of a pose in your best street or office gear, your house wear and maybe a swimsuit or undiesbut thats not essential, Col added quickly.
Hmm! I see. Well for a start I havent got a swimsuit yet. Got loads of undies of course. Really enjoyed buying new stuff after those horrors, Marianne giggled picking up the pink bra that Lana had left behind. OK lets get on with it. Let me slip into my best gear as you call it and Ill give you a shout upstairs. That OK?
He nodded and sat back as she got up and left the room. Col heard her calling to Shoran and Lana. Shoran came back in a minute later without the child.
Cocked that up the photo, she said quietly with a doubtful grimace. Shes still upset with Andy and hes been gone five months now. Sends her money for Lana, no problem there but he hasnt been near the place since then. Should have had a different photo but I like that one of them all.
Col listened and watched as the older womans mind seemed to drift into some distant reverie with a big sigh.
What happeneder! Between them?
Another woman, whispered Shoran. She doesnt know that though - so shushhh!
Her fingers went to her lips in the time honoured gesture for conspiracy.
If you dont mind me saying so. Must be one hell of a woman to tease him away from her. Shes pretty and strong to have done what she did, said Col quietly.
Shoran seemed to preen for a second, sitting slightly straighter in her chair until she spoke.
Oh you mean the weight loss. Yes. Isnt she brilliant?
From 295 pounds to 156. Thats a lot one hell of a lot. Megan told me. Thats why shes won the prize and I am here, Col told Shoran, who nodded and then leaned towards him.
Her dress hung open, her tits rested on her knees and her cleavage cut right up into her neck.
Thats one of the problems. Andys problems. He loves, no absolutely adores big girls. Like she was. He thought she was his Venus. His absolute goddess and now she isnt. He married her when she was about 200 pounds. Can you see? He likes them big and hes got one to replace her Shoran suddenly stopped and grimaced. Sorry I shouldnt be telling you all this. Marianne doesnt know anything about that OK?
Col nodded gravely and promised silence, wondering how Shoran knew, as a voice filtered through. It was Marianne calling him. Shoran joined him when he got to the bottom of the stairs and shouted.
Do you want me to come up too?
No its OK Mum thanks. Ill be alright. Ive got clothes on you know, the last words accompanied by a chuckle.
Well knowing you in this house, that surprises me, giggled Shoran loudly, nudging Col with her elbow as he indicated with his eyes for permission to go upstairs.
Lana suddenly dashed past then and stood on the stairs. Now naked, the child turned and climbed up, disappearing on the landing as Col followed her immediately, having got a nod from Shoran to carry on up followed by a despairing shake of her head. As he climbed the carpeted stairs, Col recalled the firm cheeky bum of Lana as it wiggled upwards, displaying all of her little pussy slit and cute arsehole. Megan was away at a marketing seminar and he wondered how long he could last without a sight of her big fat pussy and muscular arsehole.
In the bedroom, Marianne stood waiting in a smart navy blue tailored suit, bare tanned legs and high heels. Col whistled with surprise and approval as he set his camera bags down. She chuckled and struck some poses as he sorted his gear and got ready for the photo session, setting up his tripod. Lana dashed freely in and out, ignoring Mariannes words about putting some knickers on and leaving them in peace. Col told her it didnt bother him as he finally got Marianne to pose the way he wanted. He rattled off a few shots and then she took her jacket off.
Her cream tight fitting blouse stretched over her full bounteous breasts, the clear outline of her brassiere showing through. Noting how well stacked she was, he got more shots, including some in profile until Lana turned up again. This time, although still naked- she was wearing the pink bra on her head again.
Isnt she something else? Col laughed.
Yeah! Mum come and get her will you, shouted Marianne, grabbing the underwear much to the childs annoyance.
Shoran arrived, puffing and panting to take the protesting kid away. Marianne fingered the bra.
Outsize mail order. 58 inch boobs in those days, she mused loudly.
What are you now.sorry, didnt mean.. stuttered Col.
Its OK Col. 44 inch, 38 D cup. Better eh? Marianne laughed, breathing in and sticking her magnificent chest out. The fellas like them I can tell you. I always liked them too and glad the weight didnt fall off them too much.
I can see why, Col breathed changing a film. Some normal house wear now maybe? Ill go outside.
He left the bedroom and closed the door behind him and waited on the landing. Silence reigned downstairs but he could hear voices behind a door at the end of the landing and he guessed Shoran was inside with Lana. Some washing was draped over the banister rail and he glanced at the outsize panties and brassieres hung there. Large, white, plain, womens pants and two huge bras mystified him. They were not Mariannes garments surely, he pondered. She would have more taste and delicacy and the size he glanced swiftly at the labels, not Mariannes size at all.
Ready Col thanks, shouted Marianne.
He re-entered her room and gasped. Marianne stood in a skimpy tee-shirt and bikini bottom panty. The jut of her breasts through the shirt, emphasised by simply enormous nipples stunned him and he gazed open mouthed for a second until she giggled.
Dont tell me you havent taken these kind of shots Col, she murmured.
No its justwell I dont know. Right lets get you posed right Marianne, he spluttered angling some mini spot lights.
Marianne preened and posed and did just that little bit more than he wanted. Not for his sake were the poses too revealing, he loved them, but the magazine couldnt have used them, with her nipples peeping out, the top of her arse crack above the panty and the way the panty gusset had gathered up in what was evidently a large pussy crack at the front. That, he could airbrush out although he wouldnt for his own collection. He did take several reels of her, which Marianne loved. The attention and her pride overshadowed Cols surreptitious shots, which the magazine would not see.
This your normal housewear Marianne? he asked as he told her that was all.
No, usually less, she trilled. Want some undie shots? Like I said I havent got a swimsuit.
Thats fine thanks, he told her, beginning to pack his gear away.
Your mag doesnt do nudey ones do they. Wouldnt mind some of those myself, she whispered to him as if people were listening. Now Im going to be public in your magazine, I bet Ill get other people, like the tabloids wanting me to do them. Nice money I expect.
Probably, but not my style, Col told her zipping his cases.
Sfunny but I would trust you to take them you know. At least I know you and Megan of course - sort of, Marianne added as an afterthought, her fingers inside the top of the panties.
Surely she wasnt going to pull them down? Col thought.
Col could see she was offering to go topless and whatever else, just for him. His professional mind wrestled with his male instincts. He had the time, but her mum and the kid were in and didnt she say she was going back to work. Logic and his obvious reticence entered Mariannes mind at the same time and she announced she would dress and go back to work, if that was alright with him. Col left her agreeing, and went downstairs to be greeted by a slyly grinning Shoran who ushered him back into the front room.
I have put Lana down for her afternoon sleep, she told him. You not rushing off are you? Tea?
That would be nice thanks, answered Col.
Shoran visibly fluttered with pleasure at his acceptance and left him as Marianne arrived downstairs. He got her to sign some forms and left some papers with her. Marianne left the house minutes later telling Col that Shoran would be in charge until she got back from the office.
Shoran came back into the front room and placed the tray on the table and then shut the door behind her. She plonked herself heavily down beside Col who budged along the sofa to make more room for her. As she poured the drinks, she slyly glanced at him and smiled.
Youre a naughty boy Col, she murmured with a smile.
What do you mean Shoran?
I saw you upstairs..
Hey, it was only photographs as authorised you know th.
Im not talking about photos.
Anyway you werent in the room.
No but I was in Lanas room and was coming out and I saw you on the landing yeah?
Cols face fell and he clapped his hand over his mouth in despair.
Oh my god! he spluttered.
Yes, the underwear, my underwear Col. I saw you taking a peep, she giggled. Naughty boy.
I am sorry Shoran. It was just that although it was nice stuff, they seemed wrong
You imagined they would be Mariannes.
At first yes, then I saw the labels.
Im rather pleased you didnt pick them up and sniff them Col. Now that would be nasty. But at least they were clean.
Oh no Shoran. Please dont think of me that way.
My hubby did all over the place. Wherever we or he stayed he had to raid the wash baskets for dirty underwear. Relatives, friends - all of them he sniffed she told him. Even after I kept catching him at it over the years he still had to do it. Mind you he was a randy little bastard.
Er! Where is he? At home?
Yes home for pervs. Six feet under. God rest his soul. Buried him ten years ago. Never knew Lana, she added wistfully.
Sorry, Col mumbled.
Its OK. Anyway, I get the impression you like us large ladies, Shoran preened.
Could say that. Got to really to photo them and do them justice. Have you met Megan, my girlfriend? he asked.
No but Marianne told me about her. Big girl eh?
Yeah. Love her to bits all of her, he chuckled, pleased to be off the underwear subject.
Job in a million then yours? said Shoran.
Its not bad, he replied sheepishly.
Snapping all those big models and people like Marianne. You did her before she lost the weight didnt you?
I photographed her yes, if thats what you mean, Col answered guardedly.
Well of course you didnt do her, shrieked Shoran, her wobbling upsetting Cols nearly empty cup and saucer. But I bet you would like to.
Col gasped and placed his tremblingly held drink down. He peered at the mature womans grinning face. She kept up the smile as he shook his head in puzzlement.
But thats your daughter Shoran, said Col.
Would you then? she challenged. Like to do her?
He spluttered, coughed and swallowed and lowered his head. Shoran bent her head down to gaze up at him demanding an answer. Her dress front fell away and he saw acres of tit flesh creased across her chest and swallowed again. That was nice.
If you mean - would I like to make love to her.. then I suppose the answer is yes. Yes I would, but its not even in the frame and totally out of the question, Col said as dignified as he could. I have a lovely girlfriend thankyou.
Andy had a lovely wife in Marianne but he strayed from the nest, Shoran told him, moving the coffee table away. And you know why.
Yes you told me because of her weight loss. But she is still very attractive Shoran.
But he likes really big women Col - mature. Thats the point, just like you.
Hmm! Yes I do.
Like me?
Well, I wouldnt saywell. Its sort of different isnt it?
Why, because Im a lot older than you or Andy? Shoran giggled.
Cant speak for Andy, but age doesnt matter to me, Col said positively.
I am fifty two my age that is. The bra is fifty G cup.. but you know that already, chuckled Shoran as her eyes went upwards. On the landing.. you know. Big girl.
Col nodded sheepishly.
How old are you Col? she answered gently, placing a chubby be-ringed hand on his arm.
Twenty five, he squeaked.
Age doesnt matter to you does it? Even if I am over twice your age, Shoran murmured softly, taking his hand and placing it on her knee. Im a big woman Col. A very big woman.
Oh my god Shoran. Dont please, he squawked.
Squeeze that lovely fat knee Col. See how giving it is and imagine all those other places you could squeeze. Youd never get round them all in one day would you? she breathed, her face close to his ear. You could do me I mean photograph me if you like today.
She drew his hand up her thigh and he felt the heat through the flimsy dress.
Out of film Im afraid, he rasped, his throat parched.
Give me an audition for next time couldnt you? Weigh me up, if you see what I mean, she said, pressing his hand on her thigh.
Shoran please. This is not right Oh my God! Col gasped.
In a flick of a second, she had undone the top button of her dress and dropped her dress front and unearthed a mammoth left tit, that hung over the tightly stretched material. Shoran cupped it and offered it to him. The pale, pearlescent mammary was blue veined and bulbous with a low slung pale pink nipple that hardly projected from the glistening white surface. Her teat was surrounded by many little, almost identical versions of her nipple set in a pale four inch wide oval shaped areola. The upper slopes of her breast looked like a ski piste map with the criss-crossing lines of stretch marks.
Try that for size Col, she whispered taking his damp hand and replacing her cupping hand with his. What do they say? You dont get many of these to the pound.
He gulped and felt the soft wobble of her enormous bust, its heat burning his palm, its weight heavy and full in his hand which started to stroke the acres of tit flesh she offered him. Seconds later, with more deft movements, Shoran had unleashed her right tit and it too spilled happily out, clashing together unfettered by the stitches and seams of her open dress. With a shrug, Shoran made the material fall away to her waist as Col, brought his other hand into play. The rolls of her fat terraced down her belly into a huge overhang that nearly covered her thighs to her knees.
Col was in paradise as he gazed at the mountainous flesh of this forward mature woman. Stretch marks across her lower belly created a sort of road map effect that all seemed the lead to a fold down the middle of her belly that led to the joint of her flabby legs.
Am I a good subject for your camera Colthats if you had film in it? she chuckled as his hands roamed over her laid back body.
Oh yes Shoran, you are beautiful, he squeaked.
Want to see how I would look totally nude, just for an idea of a pose? Hypothetically speaking of course, she grinned, with a cute wink.
He nodded and let her lever her great frame up and stand in front of him. The light from the front window was shut out as her bulk towered over Col and he looked up at her mammoth bazongers quivering above him as she endeavoured to roll her dress down. Her tits slammed together and were squeezed into unfathomable shapes as she wrestled with it, but the cotton could not stretch itself over her hips. In desperation, Shoran tugged hard and there was a sharp splitting noise and the persistent but overloaded seam gave way and her dress tore down one side.
With nothing more than a slightly annoyed grimace, Shoran rolled the tortured garment down and kicked it off her feet as her whole body rolled and wobbled to Cols delight. Gloriously naked, Shoran posed before him, adopting the sort of glamour girl positions she thought he would recognise. He did but was not interested in the poses. Col was aware of his rising erection and what sort of fuck she would be.
Big women were his speciality and desire and he had had his fair share of them over the years, but none as old and upfront as Shoran. With a little yelp he leaned forward and grabbed her thighs, pulling her to him as he buried his head in the lardy folds of her belly. He drank in her body odours, licking the dimpled, ample flesh, finding new sweaty creases of barely seen skin as she shuffled forward in triumph, patting his head as she would a good little boy.
Cols hands groped her huge buttocks, the back of her thighs, her hips and the vastly padded rolls of her stomach. Shoran reached down and hoisted his logo embroidered polo shirt over his head. Skin to skin he crumpled his sturdy rugby playing, muscular body into her lower torso, loving the contact, the heat generated and her willingness to let him indulge in pure contact. His squeaks and gasps of pleasure were softened by the volume of opulent flesh that stifled them and Shoran revelled in the adoring nature in which he saw her. She loosened his grasp to his annoyance until she managed to bend down and slap her big knockers around his head. Col thrust his face into them as Shoran manipulated them round his slavering face, licking the sweaty area of bosom which had been long hidden under their massive droop. Her breasts fell and slid over his face like two softening balloons as Cols tongue sought out her nipples.
Shorans back was killing her and she slid down to lay heavily alongside him.
Your pants Col. Take your pants off darling, she urged him.
In a flash, Col was naked, even his socks which was a habit from Megans influence. As the black socks were kicked off, the image of his gorgeous girlfriend shot through him and he stalled for a split second. The image was swept from his mind by Shoran pouncing joyfully on his cock which stuck rigidly up his belly. She swallowed him, all seven inches of fat dick disappeared into her waiting mouth as she lay across his lap. Col fondled and stroked the mountainous range of her body, laid alongside of him as she gobbled sumptuously on his stiffy. He couldnt reach round her buttocks or belly to find her cunt. Not could he find his way into her arse crack such was the distance round the immense bulk of his mature seductress.
His head lay back as he blissfully gave in to her searching mouth, while he stroked her soft pliant body.
I want to fuck you Shoran, he gasped.
Me too Col, let me lay down on the floor, she replied.
No please, lay back on the sofa, he told her.
With the utmost difficulty, she did so and he was faced with her arms beckoning him as he surveyed the verdant landscape of her fifty two year old lusting body. While she mewed in a wanton cat like way, he feasted on the slack splay of her enormous boobs which had slunk to her sides and were half tucked under the folding hang of her upper arms. Her rippling belly had evened out in the slightly stretched lay and he saw the deep pit of her navel amidst its own crease. His gaze lowered to her crotch at the same time Shoran who decided she wanted him a bit quicker than he was contemplating, dropped her hands to the pouch of stomach which remained obstinately concealing her cunt.
Her hands probed into the squashy pouch and soon Col saw the meaty mouth of her sex opened amongst the sparse but widely spread mat of her greying pubic hairs. The size of her gash excited him as it seemed smaller than expected and was framed by two thin, almost sliced strips of florid coloured labia which were forced back by her fingers.
Col please darling. Fuck me, she pleaded.
He need no second request, noticing that her juices were assembling in a bubble at the base of her snatch. With a cry of delight in discovering such a hot, mature, wet woman with so bounteous a body, Col levered down over Shoran, her arms pulling him into her fat as he thrust his cock into the pudding like vee of her groin. His dick missed her small hole initially and he paused while he used his hand and helped it aim. With another cry, he sank onto Shoran as he felt his prick slice into the heat of her open twat.
She was surprisingly tight and he wondered if it was some time before she had been fucked, but she certainly was lubricated as Col found he could slide in and out at will.
Nothing like a big mature cock inside me. Oh how Ive waited for this Col, she murmured in his ears.
More like a big mature woman Shoran, Im only a kid compared to you, he gasped as he rammed hard at her wobbling frame. Youre perfect. I adore big women and youre the best.
I like the young ones though Col. Oo! Do that again, she urged.
He altered the angle again and rubbed his pubic mound over hers, which had obviously inflamed her clitoris. Shoran shuddered with delight as their hairs rasped together. He wallowed in the mounds of her boobs as they flopped about him like buoys tossed on a sea of blubber. She pushed them up under him, letting Col feel the fullness of the huge hangers like a pair of ball bearings he could slide on.
Happily they fucked each other, Shoran giving as good as she got with urges, squeals and slaps on Cols ramming arse as he shafted her full length with each stroke, loving the way his ballocks slapped on her butt. Suddenly his cum bubbled and rose. He let it erupt into Shorans sloppy minge with violent shudders and cries of pleasure. She hugged him tight, squeezing his dick in her snatch, draining every drop from his engorged knob.
Col dropped onto her flab, exhausted but happy as he panted heavily. She soothed his wracked body with coos in his ear and strokes on his back. She grasped his buttocks and pulled at them, opening them wide and shunting his body up her. Her fingers found his arsehole and she played on it accompanied by his giggles and muted protests.
That was so good Col, Shoran breathed as his face finally rose and grinned down at her. Thanks.
Not too quick I hope? he queried.
Perfect. I love it hard and fast and vigorous. Typical young fuck. Love it - adore it, Shoran enthused happily.
In consideration he slid off, but there was hardly room on the sofa for him too, so Col ended up sitting on the floor beside her as she sat up and spread her legs. Her belly rolls cascaded down and shielded her crotch. Col happily fondled the stretch marked folds as Shoran lay back and revelled in his afterplay. They dripped with sweat.
You prefer young men then? he asked.
Oh yes, the younger the better, Shoran chuckled. Ive had a few since
Your husband..?
Bert died ten years ago from cancer. Too young, forty eight - the poor man, to go like that. But he smoked heavily and got heart disease and that was that.
Sorry.
Its OK. I missed his sex although he was pervy. I told you about him sniffing knickers. He was immensely strong, but small. I mean not big like me average like you. Normal you know? But he loved big girls and made sure I was well happy with his fucking.
Youre very candid about it Shoran.
Well youve got to be honest. I just crave fucking. Had my share since then Ill tell you, Bert would understand.
They chuckled heartily together, Col watching her immense body wobble like a jelly with each throaty cackle.
The young men. Is that what you go for all the time? he prompted, getting up and sitting beside Shoran. His arm snaked round her shoulders as his spare hand cupped her tits.
Yes. Its simple, she responded, snuggling into his embrace. I wait for them to come on to me. Its amazing how many are like you and love the bigger mature woman. Its great I dont go short for much time.
Whats the youngest youve had?
Oo! That would be giving the game away.
What do you mean?
Ive been a bit naughty really. What would you say if I said sixteen?
Wow! Someone as young as that? I cant imagine they would have the same taste as me.
Well it grew in you Col didnt it?
Yeah! But only when Id gone through the field - you know? and got to about eighteen.
What if I said younger?
Fuck! Go on.
Fifteen?
Jesus! Thats illegal for a start. Was he any good?
You wont shop me will you?
Of course not you silly woman, Col comforted her, lifting her left breast and kissing it.
Even younger. Its ever so naughty.
Fucking hell Shoran. What have you done? he shrieked. Tell me.
Its when I was a teacher. Two boys came on strong and I was hot and well it just happened.
How old were they?
Youll still like me Col?
He nodded and kissed her mouth gently. Shoran sighed and frowned, thinking about his sincerity.
It was a long time ago. Well eight years. I was in Kenya. It was a local school.
Ah! Black kids.
She nodded and grinned sheepishly.
Thats why there is no problem in comeback you see. They cant trace me really and they wouldnt complain like the kids do over here. I treated them very well too.
Go on. Im stunned.
They were twelve. Isnt that awful?
He shook his head in wonderment as a grin spread over his face.
Incredible, Col gushed. Could they satisfy you Shoran?
Oh yes. No problem there. But it was me who knew how to bring me on. They just supplied the tools so to speak, she trilled, her whole body shaking with mirth.
I mean what were their cocks like at twelve? Col asked.
Big enough. They had the vigour too, once I had taught them a bit of pacing themselves. I had them several times and they got very good at it.
Fucking hell. You evil bitch, Col chuckled pleasantly. Hey! look at your nipples. Youre getting turned on.
They both fondled Shorans bazongers, finding that indeed her teats had grown into firm buds and surrounding them were wrinkled darker areolae, that made her breast flesh look like parchment.
I had a fifteen year old girl once, declared Col suddenly. I was twenty and she was a big girl. Big hips, legs and waist but small tits. She came to my office on work experience. She came on to me, so I fucked her although I did think she was sixteen. She was OK but very nave although she is a bit of a slag now. Works for the group in one of the motor magazines. Goes round the shows and gets laid. Well known for it, but I was one of her first.
Well there you go, weve both been a bit naughty in our time, Shoran chuckled.
Can you kneel up for me Shoran? asked Col. Like doggy style.
For my young man anything, she declared pleasantly.
I want my big momma up on her hand and knees so I can suck her pussy and lick her bum, Col laughed as she shuffled heavily round.
Shoran laughed with him between pants of effort until finally she was kneeling along the suffering sofa. Her belly hung down, nearly brushing the pink rose patterned upholstery. Shorans thighs were like trunks of old gnarled trees and her tits slapped and wobbled until she stilled. Col watched with satisfaction as the huge bulk of womanhood waited for his attention. He moved round behind her and saw how her cunt seemed to be stretched extra long below the crease of her arse crack. This was puddinged together and he couldnt see her anus.
Gently he stroked the lardy mass of her buttocks, ignoring the two large pimples that marred the flabby pillows until he started to spread her cheeks. The flesh between seemed to take ages to part. It was pink and seemed to be slightly inflamed and was very sticky. Eventually her arsehole was revealed and Col murmured approval at its neatness. Just a gathered collection of puckered wrinkles leading to the dot of a centre except for one larger fold which created a sort of ridge all the way to her juicy labia. There wasnt much hair round her anus Col noticed, as he leaned forward to lick at Shorans fundament.
Sloppy noises started to emanate from her rear and she sighed with pleasure as Col lapped on her musky tasting bum. Shoran lowered her elbows and rested her head on her forearms in an attempt to raise her butt. She moved a soft cushion to one side to lower her head further. Her breasts billowed out with her upper torso weight squashing them. As Col started to finger the leaking pit of her cunt, his ears virtually muffled by Shorans buttocks, they didnt hear the door open.
Grandma! cried Rob in anguish, as he stood in the doorway.
Col and Shoran looked up in amazement as they saw two boys about twelve or thirteen with eyes bogglingly open, staring open mouthed at the sex scene. Col in his shock and sudden movement to stand and grab his clothes round his cock erected crotch, did however glimpse that the lad behind the one who called out was rubbing the front of his jeans.
Rob. What are you doing here? spluttered Shoran, trying to get into an upright position, while unsuccessfully shielding her big knockers from the two boys.
Who is that? gasped Rob menacingly.
A friend of mine thats all. Why didnt you knock? Shoran countered.
Got a key havent I? Auntie Marianne asked if I could come round and sort out her computer anytime, Rob answered defiantly. Didnt see your car anyway. Wheres Lana?
The car is in for a MOT. They will bring it back at five. Shes in bed, replied Shoran calmly, fiddling with her torn dress held in front of her. Who is this?
Byron, my mate, said Rob.
Seen enough Byron? she said glaring at the fidgeting youth.
The young, very tall black lad gulped and tried to look away, having difficulty with dragging his eyes away from the huge sexy woman.
Id better go Shoran, said Col, who had quietly got dressed.
No. No need. I am allowed to have friends in this world, she responded, putting her hand on his arm. Its OK really.
Grandma! whined Rob, nodding at her.
She saw that her dress had fallen aside and her huge belly and her right tit was again exposed.
Oh! Hes seen me naked hundreds of times Col. Have bathed him since he was a baby. Got in the bath with him. It was easier - he was such a naughty wriggler, Shoran, said brightly.
Byron sniggered until Rob glared at him.
But Byron shouldnt see you naked Grandma, said Rob thoughtfully.
Its alright Rob, grunted Byron - smiling. Its OK.
Its not OK. First you see her getting her fu.well doing things with him and then she shows you her tits, Rob argued forcefully, grimacing at Col.
I dont think your Grandma meant to, said Col quietly. It was an accident.
Youre too young for her anyway, challenged Rob in a gabbling, changing the subject way.
Thats for me to decide and he isnt too young. Hes a grown man, argued Shoran pleasantly. Look Rob. Im not going to be interrogated by you. There is nothing wrong with me having a young lover. I am a single person remember. Anyway your friend seems to be rather excited by the whole thing.
Devilishly, she nodded at Byrons crotch. His erection jutted sharply up against his baggy combat shorts. Rob whirled round as Byron tried to fumble his cock out of sight. Shoran laughed loudly as Col tried to muffle chuckles.
Hes only human Robbie darling, Shoran chuckled. Bit of tit never did anyone any harm.Wohoooh!
With that she held out the painfully inadequate dress and posed model like making her boobs wobble frantically.
Fucking hell, mumbled Byron.
Grandma bleated Rob, hopping from one foot to the other.
Col noticed her showpiece was making Rob very uncomfortable and then noticed the inevitable surge of erect penile tissue straining at his black denim baggies.
Shes lovely, murmured Byron, rubbing his crotch.
Shut it Byron, mumbled Rob. Its my Grandma youre ogling.
And why not? said Col quietly. Youre right Byron, she is lovely and I should know.
The black lad grinned.
Rob seems to like the view also Shoran, prompted Col as she stood - blatantly naked, after putting the dress down.
With a squeak, the lad tried to hide his tent pole looking structure as Shoran stepped towards him. She reached out as he tried to back off, but his exit was foiled by Byron who was up for as much sighting of her massive body as possible. As she grabbed her grandsons crotch, Rob yelped, almost simultaneously echoed by Byron when she grabbed his crotch too. The black lad grinned as Rob almost swooned.
Rob has always liked the view, havent you darling? she asked him gently, nudging him with her left breast. Shall we tell Col about it?
No - you cant Grandma, Rob squawked as she fondled his hidden but very evident erection.
Col noticed that he didnt exactly fight her off, although he wriggled with discomfort.
Youre like my Auntie Letitia, sighed Byron, happily jutting his crotch forward to let her stroke him as long as she wanted. She is a big woman too. I like her lots.
And does she do that to you Byron? Col inquired pointedly. Ill bet she doesnt.
Well Byron paused.
Shut it Byron, shouted Rob loudly.
The black lad gulped and looked fearfully at his pal, who glared at him.
Oh do tell us Byron, murmured Shoran, transferring all of her attentions to Byron.
Rob menaced his friend with all the violent stares he could muster, but Byron was lost in soft tits being pushed against him, two hands searching his crotch as Col looked on in astonishment. Robs eyes swivelled from Shoran to Col, almost as if asking for Cols intervention, but Col detected a slight sign of jealousy too in his Grandmas antics with Byron.
My my Byron. What a big boy, whispered Shoran in appreciative tones.
The four people were suddenly hushed as the sight of Byrons gleaming dark brown cock loomed up through her fist. He was certainly big for his age and Cols gaze slipped to the youths feet, seeing the outsize Reebok trainers. Big feet, big dick was the way Col saw these things. Col was stunned yet intrigued at the old womans actions and what she revealed in her fist, but also what she had mentioned earlier. He recalled her earlier comments about liking youngsters, but he didnt think it was this young these days.
You said Rob liked the view Shoran. Of you do you mean? Why? How? asked Col.
Lets put it this way Col. He seems to be around when I take a bath. I stay here lots and he visits lots and when he comes and stays with me particularly. The odd door creaking slightly, some doors left just a bit open, heavy breathing you know, suggested Shoran, wanking Byrons cock slowly. I know he peeps on me.
You peep on your Grandma Rob? squeaked Byron. Cool!
Cool Its disgraceful, spouted Col.
Aaarrghhhh! exclaimed Rob, who almost burst into tears as he walked to a chair and slumped ashamedly into it, head in hands and groaning.
Rob darling. Dont worry. I dont mind you youngsters learning about bodies that way, said Shoran quietly as she left Byron with his dick quivering upright and joined her Grandson at the chair.
Byrons eyes swivelled in bewilderment from his now unattended, but very turned on crotch, to Col who shrugged his shoulders, to the family couple across the room. Byron finally rested his eyes on her enormous pale butt which billowed upwards at him as Shoran bent to comfort the guilt stricken youth. He could just about see between her fat thighs - the underhang of her belly and beyond that the sway of her mammaries as she stroked Robs head.
I learned that way, muttered Byron daringly, walking further into the room his dick quivering with each step.
What - peeping? asked Col, sitting down.
Yeah on my Auntie and then she told me she would teach me things and she did, Byron giggled and then after a huge smile and obviously unable to contain himself, he grabbed his dick and wanked it forcefully, as the words came tumbling out. It was like a release, but full of mirth and delight, as if he recognised a safe situation.
And she taught Rob too hehehe, he shrieked.
What? exploded Shoran. Is this true?
She stood, suddenly immense in injured presence as well as bulk, her jowls quivering as much as her tits and buttocks as she silently demanded Rob explain. The lad shook his head and slowly raised his tormented face and peered at Byron with disbelief.
You stupid fucker
Hey! Language Robert, admonished Shoran. Tell me now.
Look Ill leave you to it Shoran. Its getting a bit personal and the family you know suggested Col.
She strode to him and sat heavily next to him. The furniture creaked as she settled and folded her arms squashing her vast bosoms. Her face spoke a thousand words as she glared at Rob and then Byron, who stood sheepishly watching his erection fade.
You stay put Col if you dont mind, she said pleasantly, if a little firmly. Come on Rob, tell me or Ill get Byron to spill the beans.
Again Rob looked at his pal, who looked out of the window trying to be unconcerned as he stuffed his flaccid dick away. There was a huge sigh from Rob, who wrung his hands, stared at his bitten down nails, ran his hand through his gelled spiky hair and seemingly got up the courage to speak.
His Auntie Letitia taught us about sex, thats all, he told them.
What about sex? asked Shoran.
All about it.. you know doing it and things..
What things?
Thinggggsss
Youve seen her naked then?
Yes.
You touched her?
Yes.
Where?
In her bedroom.
You know what I mean.
All over. She showed us how.
She touched you?
Yeah!
All over?
Yeah!
You liked it?
There was a pause and a glance between Byron and Rob before Rob continued.
Suppose so.
And Byron did it too?
Yes course he did.
The black boy grinned and nodded enthusiastically.
Obviously, murmured Shoran with a grin at Col.
Do you know what Col was doing to me?
Yeah!
What?
Licking you Grandma licking you for fu.sake.
Told you once, she threatened, then altered her tone. You lick Byrons auntie and she licks you?
Yessss!
The exasperation and shame were evident in Robs tortured confession as silence reigned in the quiet front room.
How old are you Rob? asked Col.
Nearly thirteen - why? came a snarling response.
Dont be rude to Col Hes only asking.
Its just to mention that I learned things from a friend of my mums when I was fifteen, announced Col.
Cool! murmured Byron, leaning on the window cill.
Its often the best way. Saves all that groping round with girls you dont know and dont care about and vice versa, added Col.
Yeah man! said Byron.
An approving glance flashed from Shoran to Col.
Yeah youre probably right, she told him. So what do we do now?
Dunno, muttered Rob.
We fucked my Auntie too, exploded Byron, unable to contain himself.
Fuck you Byron. Were finished, retorted Rob in disgust.
Swearing like that Rob. I wont allow it, admonished Shoran sternly.
Well he said it, moaned Rob, obviously suffering under his Grandmas status.
Fucking someone is an expression of sex, not a swear word. Am I right Col?
Col nodded and grinned at her indignant righteousness. She winked at him and nudged his arm. He watched her tits roll and spotted that her nipples were on the rise. Whether her line of conversation was intentional to stimulate her sexuality once more, Col didnt know, but it was certainly having that effect. Suddenly a loud trilling tune disturbed the almost cosy confessional atmosphere in the room. Byron answered his mobile.
Ooh! Muuuum! he moaned. Not now.
Rob glanced at his pal as Col and Shoran sat patiently quiet.
No its not. Im busy, Byron blurted. Busy, just busy Never mind.
Shoran nodded at her nipples and Col chuckled as they both reached full button stand.
Im wet again, she whispered. Arent I naughty?
Byron slammed his mobile shut and swore gently.
Gotta go. What a minging bummer, he muttered. See you Rob?
His tentative and hopeful farewell got a brusque grunt and dismissive wave and he left, slouching across the room and taking one last long lingering glance at the mountain of naked flesh that was Shoran. With a grin, she opened her legs slightly, giving him hope but there was no way he would see into the fleshy crevasse she indicated.
Got to pee, said Rob, getting up and leaving the room as Shoran told him to come back afterwards.
She grabbed Cols hand and thrust it into her crotch and after fumbling past several rolls of belly - assisted by her splayed legs and levering her butt upwards, he finally found her sloppy cunt. He fingered her happily, Shoran laying back luxuriously until he heard footsteps on the stairs and Rob obediently came back. They scrambled just to sit up.
Lana is asleep, he grunted as he sat and watched Shoran reposition her legs, unaware of the older couples play in his absence.
Good. I knew she would be out cold, she played hard this morning. Now Rob. What are we going to do with you? said Shoran.
For one thing, I wish you would put some clothes on Grandma, he told her firmly.
I like being naked Rob. Col likes me naked dont you? she asked, getting a nod and a smile from the young photographer. I thought you liked me naked Rob. You like to watch me with no clothes on.
Buuut! Rob whined. Thats different. Youre not like this, with people.
Doesnt matter. You like to look at my tits dont you?
Silence, until she giggled watching Col sniff and lick his fingers. She returned to quizzing Rob.
You do, I know you do. Like to look at these, Shoran prompted hoisting her boobs and cupping them like two over ripe water melons.
Col wasnt sure where all this was going and why she continued tormenting Rob, but while he was in doubt of her motives if he had indeed read her the wrong way - he liked her daring and the lingering views of her vast bulk, longer than he expected on this surprising work day. He was thankful he had finished his assignments and could relax.
Big arent they? she giggled rolling them so they clashed together.
Yeah! Rob murmured, crossing and uncrossing his legs.
Biggest you have ever seen Rob?
Col glanced at Shoran - unsure. She nudged him and nodded with narrowed eyes. He looked at Rob who was half watching, his head angled to the floor but his eyes riveted on his Grandma.
Maybe we shouldnt go this way Shoran, Col, whispered. I mean.. you know
I just wondered how they compared with Byrons Auntie Letitia, thats all, she interrupted, weighing her tits. What do you think Rob?
Much bigger, the lad blurted. Yours are much bigger Grandma.
And you fucked her too?
Rob twisted and writhed in absolute embarrassment while Shoran waited patiently for an answer to the sudden unexpected question. Col nudged Shoran and grimaced that she shouldnt continue, but she shook her head and smiled slightly as if to say it will be alright. In the ensuing silence, Rob looked over at the mature naked woman confronting him. His eyes slid to Col, then back to Shoran who sat back with her arms folded, her nipples pointing over the top of her flabby arms and an expectant expression on her face.
You did didnt you Rob? she prompted gently and sympathetically, leaning forward so that her arms fell away and her mammaries fell onto her knees. How old is she?
Not sure Grandma, but I know she has seven children, two not long ago murmured Rob, biting his lip.
Well you fucked a woman that has seven children. She would teach you a thing or two eh? trilled Shoran lightly. I only have two and one is your mother - Mariannes sister, she added for Cols benefit.
Youre not mad at me for doing it? Rob asked incredulously. For fucking her?
Of course not darling, Shoran answered. You liked it?
Rob breathed a huge sigh, nodded and grinned.
Yeah it was cool. I thought youd be mad. Weve done it loads of times, he added.
Have you now. Both together - I mean while Byron was in the room too? she asked, glancing triumphantly at Col, who sat shaking his head in amused mystification.
Yeah! Sometimes and sometimes on my own. I dont mind, but I did prefer it on my own. Its cool, he added.
So you shouldnt be so upset when you see your old Granny doing it should you?
No spose not, Rob chuntered quietly.
Because were going to do it again arent we Col? she chuckled.
What now? Rob and Col squeaked simultaneously.
Shoran laughed merrily.
Worn you out have I Col? There you are Rob - surprising what an old woman can do eh?
Rob looked on obliquely as Col responded.
Not saying that Shoran. Its just that I meant you know he nodded towards the youngster.
Yes I know. Not in front of him. I didnt mean that. But we are arent we?
Oh yes. You know me and big lovely women, Col chuckled with enthusiasm, to Robs obvious distaste.
Oh dont turn your nose up like that, Shoran admonished Rob. He says I am lovely you see? I am happy with that whatever my age. And when you get older and more street wise youll understand, that that big thing you have poking out at me will want to try all sorts of girls, thin and fat and in between.
Rob hurriedly shut his legs and winced as he realised his relaxed state had allowed him to settle more comfortably, with his legs open and laying back in his chair. He had to adjust his trousers to release his cock which had been compressed and nearly bent in half in his attempt to hide his erection. Shoran and Col looked on in amused silence at Robs embarrassed discomfort.
Col excused himself and finally left the house with definite promises to visit Shoran again and give her another good seeing to - as she put it. Rob got on with the computer problem in Mariannes office. Shoran dressed and got on with housework. No more was said in the McRory household about the afternoon situation, but many thoughts buzzed in both the young and the old heads.
Chapter Two
Some days later
Oh fuck! exclaimed Shoran as her huge hooters slammed together. Jesus! Keep it up lover.
In doggy style, she knelt on the bed, her feet over the edge, wrapped close to her fuck partners legs as he rammed hard and fast into her sluicing cunt. He grasped handfuls of her buttocks, levering himself into the fat rear of the 52 year old Grandmother, always amazed at her appetite and her stamina keeping up with one so much younger than her.
The usual secret approach to her house, over the wall where he had made some crude steps, after passing across wooded waste ground soon to be developed, through the rear garden shrubbery and finally in through the patio doors. It was much better when she visited his place, that was several miles away and she could drive there uninhibited for their hours of pleasure based on big woman sex. He hated the secrecy, but was bound to continue with it, due to the sensitive if indeed volatile nature of their relationship.
The way that he had found Shoran was so convenient and daringly exciting, that it stimulated his lust, which grew and grew for her massively overweight body. The fact that she had passed her menopause so easily and so early, made their sex safe and had no need for condoms, jellies or pills. Her inherent experience made their sex life even more fascinating, with her lurid stories of lovers and her deceased husband.
Im cumming Shoran, he gasped, his speed into her now a blur of slapping flesh.
Give it me hard. Make me wee with desire all over you darling, she grunted, her head on her forearms, supporting herself from the youthful onslaught from behind.
The finger in her arsehole poked in time to his cock as the climax wracked through him, pumping gallons of young fertile jism into her dormant cunt. As he staggered against her, exhausted and stooping over her bulk, grasping at the huge bags of her hanging tits, he heard her sigh and felt the hot shower spraying his groin and legs.
It always makes me piss, Shoran giggled. Doggy style.
He knew the bitch would say that. She always did.
Shoran let her piss flow freely, not bothering about the sheets. The laminated timber floor was easily wiped and she didnt care as the waves of her urinary relief dribbled over his feet and seeped into a puddle around him. He pulled out sharply and bent to let the yellow piss hit his face as it fountained horizontally from the sagging flaps of her open snatch. He drank it hungrily, the bitter metallic taste exciting him as he watched her cunt and anal muscles work to try and exit as much of her bladder capacity as possible. He parted the soaking folds from where the waste water exited and unearthed the florid pinkness of Shorans inner membranes, spotting her urethra. The spring deteriorated into a dribble and he watched drops of piss trickle down over her cunt aperture and onto her wobbling thighs until it ceased.
Finally Shoran sank onto the bed and he laid alongside her to rest. Two happy satiated bodies at one with each other. With a final glance out of the picture window that gave a magnificent panoramic view in the gathering dusk, over Shorans extensive and neatly manicured lawns and flower beds to the popular sailing resort, where yachts and cruisers of all shapes passed silently by, he laid his head to sleep.
Chapter Three That same evening.
.in fact, just at the moment when Shoran was starting to relax, a statuesque black woman was kneeling on a bed, introducing a twelve year old boy to the pleasures of anal sex, in a large, brightly decorated detached house near the centre of the city,
Why must I put it in there Lettie? Rob asked with a grimace and fiddling with his hard five inch cock.
Dont you want to try something different baby? she answered pleasantly, pulling her arse cheeks wide.
Rob gazed at the puckered pink dot of her greasy brown arsehole surrounded by even darker pigmented skin dotted with tiny pimples.
Dunno why? he persisted, staring at her bounteous chocolate brown buttocks, her glistening, purple/black, cunt lips, her enormous hanging tits topped with glossy black bulbs of nipples and the stark contrast of the white string that dangled from the flange like outer layers of her gash.
Well I cant take your lovely pecker in pussy today Robbie sweetie, but just take it from me that you will still have the same feelings and you can put all of that lovely cream deep inside this lovely little hole Lettie is preparing for you, she told him, smearing a liberal portion of KY jelly over her anus. Lets just say its all a bit messy otherwise.
What is that anyway? he asked, plucking gently at the string until she reprimanded him sharply.
Dont do that Rob. Its to stop things happening, thats all, just for a week, in fact another three days, so it wont be long, she told him.
She finished with the lubrication, regretting as always the heavy painful curse of her periods and her need to lay off vaginal sex for the full term. She smiled at the steady ready figure of her young white lover and his sturdy erection which had been standing patiently upright since they had removed their clothes. Letties clothes were basically an immense tee-shirt, while Rob had to discard his full street-wise gear. No sooner had her mammoth, ready with milk knockers zoomed into view, his dick had surged upwards and quivered. The fact that her twin one year old babies gurgled happily in their cot in the corner of the room, did not disturb the immediate sexual chemistry between the strangely matched pair.
Where is Byron tonight baby? Lettie murmured. He would tell you its OK. He has already tried this a few times, its just that youve never been here before, on the red flag days.
Rob ignored her. The words meaning nothing to him apart from the mention of his pal who had done something he hadnt tried yet. The hole she referred to - certainly looked interesting, especially when she inserted three fingers into it and he saw the flash of pink similar to that that so excited him when her cunt was prised open.
He moved close and Letitia purred as he levered down his stiffy. She sensed the warmth of his young body on her rear end and then felt his knob searching for ingress as Robs hands rested on her butt. She pulled hard on her cheeks, opening them wide to allow him to find the exact point of entry to her greased up anus and found that Rob needed no real help. His helmet glided in easily and he felt the ridge of it gripped tightly as she tensed her sphincter lovingly round it, welcoming Rob to a new adventure.
His youthful urgency soon signalled his need to fuck as he started to push, so Letitia relaxed and let him surge into her fundament, gasping with pleasure as he reached full penetration. Again she gripped him tightly and it was Robs turn to gasp at the strength of her ring piece squeezing his shaft and preventing it from further movement. This was very different to the normal sloppy slide in and out of her capacious cunt, ravaged by seven births of exceedingly large offspring.
Rob started to shag energetically, loving the tight hot silky feel of this new orifice. His eyes flickered round the room, getting unlimited surges of sexual inspiration from the large erotic oil paintings that covered most of the wall space. Letitia Lara-Worth, currently the curator of the city art gallery, husband of Nathaniel Lara-Worth the eminent local art lecturer at the college, was displayed in full sexual glory at various stages of their ten years of marriage. As a nude model for the life class, she had been able to offer private sittings for handsome young students (the younger the better), that had developed from sittings into layings once the painting session had been completed or in some horny cases, never even started.
Nathaniel, the charming, urbane, witty and carefree establishment figure now about to celebrate his seventieth birthday had been disinterested in sex from child one, but wanted a large family and so they produced. He was wealthy, she was a social climber, but looking for a secure home life. He saw her old fashioned family values as a great asset, regardless of her colour and immigrant middle class background and had turned a blind eye to both his colleagues negative thoughts about Letitia. When he found out about her philandering, as long as she mothered the offspring to his satisfaction and provided a warm, loving and stable home life for them all, he was happy. She saw the possibilities of mixing with vibrant young university men to satisfy her sex needs. Letitia had met all of Nathaniels criteria and more, self educating to the point of entry to a university course where she had graduated with honours in art history. Her discretion and care with her birth control methods with the young bloods that had deposited their jism in her welcoming snatch had been exemplary and had not disturbed the happy buzz of the Lara-Worth household, all of whom boasted an attractive light chocolate colouring to their skin.
Chocolate related thoughts were partly in Robs innocent young mind as his white dick plundered the depths of her arsehole. She must shit of course, he mused. What if she did it now? Urrghhh! He pounded at her, responsive butt and felt his cum start.
Im cumming Letty, he cried, his voice rising to a shriek as the climax shot through him, forcing his seed to splash the very bottom of her bum.
Good boy, good good boy, she urged him as if he was her pet dog doing his business.
Robs climaxes were a short sharp affair she knew, but he was ready to rise again within minutes, so Letty allowed him to pump empty then fall upon her with great wracking breaths. A nice tit fuck could follow - she reasoned, giving her a chance to suck on his beautifully formed knob end, while she squirted a little of the twins evening feed onto it.
Chapter Four
About a week later
You know Marianne is going to find out one day, breathed Andy, waking dreamily in Shorans fat arms.
Immediately she thrust her left tit into his mouth, verbally hushing him as he suckled hungrily on her empty jugs.
I dont think so sweetie, she replied. I think our Marianne might be occupied with someone else, judging by the signs I saw the other day.
Who is it then? he asked.
Young guy from the magazine, Shoran told him. Youngster into large ladies, just like you my darling. Hes not my type though, so dont worry. Im yours all yours.
Im glad you dont put those photos we have of us two up round the place. That would be a real giveaway, Andy chuckled.
Give me some marks Andy. That would be foolish to say the least, Shoran chided him pleasantly. You know Lana found that one I keep of you You, Lana and Marianne on the beach - in my purse the other day.
Hmm! Innocent I suppose in its way, he grinned, flicking her nipples to make them stand up.
The most horrible thing is what the press would make of it. Sexy grandmother runs off with son-in-law half her age You can see the tabloids, Shoran mused, squeezing her breast viciously - making the resultant bleb of nipped tit red and swollen and offering it to Andy.
He suckled happily and murmured.
Shit yes! We must be careful, anyway what signs? mumbled Andy, running his hands through her sloppy minge, slipping the sex cocktail ono her teat and sucking it. Those signs Marianne was putting out?
Lets just say, I know the signs in my daughter Andy.
As long as you dont go hot on him too Shor, Andy whined. I know you and young fellas.
No contest with you pet, youre all I want.. came the comment, until her voice was muffled as Andy straddled Shorans face and he presented his arsehole, splayed open with his fingers.
Her tongue eagerly sought his puckered anus and she lapped eagerly. Andy rocked gently as he pulled his pecker which gradually hardened as the mature woman gobbled on his arsehole.
I dont need any other lovers than you my little one, she cooed, as she came up for air.
Chapter Five
Two weeks later
Er! Is Rob here Mrs Carman? trembled Byrons voice.
No as a matter of fact. I havent seen him for nearly a week now. Do you know if hes gone away somewhere? she replied, sensing the young lads scarcely hidden excitement. He usually pops in at least two evenings a week to see if I need anything strange.
Nah! Hes around, Byron commented, trying not stare at the acres of tit flesh almost tumbling over the gaudy bath towel carelessly clutched round her ample figure. Oh well
His eyes lusted blatantly before he half turned away from the front door. She spotted the spark and considered her options. She could get on with the ironing and then do her hair as she planned. Of course she had to shower first, planned just before the door bell chimed. She could chat to young Byron on the doorstep and tease him, or she could tempt him inside and seduce him. She was thankful he had arrived in the middle of the week that Marianne had taken Lana and two of her school friends for a little seaside holiday, the same week Shoran was having her house redecorated from top to bottom.
Byrons pink lips drooled as her towel drooped slightly. His tall slender frame seemed to tremble as Shoran tightened the towel round her bosom, making her tit flesh ooze even more dangerously over the top. He stepped from the porch and gave her a last glance.
Did you come on your bike? she asked, peering round the front of the house.
Nah! Got a puncture. Walked, he replied.
Thought you looked hot. Come in and have a drink of Pepsi or something. Cool you down, Shoran offered.
The calm early evening air was seriously disturbed as the young black boy swished past her and stood waiting inside the hallway. With a knowing smile, Shoran glanced once more round the front garden and closed the door firmly. She turned triumphantly and beckoned with a crooked finger for Byron to follow her to the kitchen. His lips curled into a wide sunny smile as he slouched behind her undulating bulk, trying his Gangsta Rap gait, which she didnt notice.
She served him a can and watched him sip it carefully as they stood at opposite sides of the kitchen. His eyes swooped nervously from her voluptuous pose to the window and back again. He belched slightly and expressed an apologetic glance at Shoran who simply smiled. Byron put the can down.
Remember these Byron? she asked softly as her towel dropped to the floor.
She cupped her huge bosoms and rolled them as he squeaked a yes and several nods.
Come here you naughty boy, she ordered.
He slunk across the floor trying to look cool, his eyes boggling as she nipped her teats, pulling them excessively outwards and letting them plop back ever bigger. She made him stand as close as he could and Shoran sensed his hot panting on her chest.
Im going to smack this naughty boy, she murmured grasping both tits at their side.
Before he could respond, Shoran hefted her boobs in quick succession, slapping his flushed face, making him jolt but noticing he didnt recoil. His face turned upwards, eyes closed as if he was showering under a hot spray as she kept up the mammarial assault. His jaw dropped wide and his tongue lapped over the fleshy pinkness, giving Shoran an idea. She stopped the breast beating and grabbed her left boob brutally and stuffed it into Byrons gaping mouth.
The young black boy gulped with surprise then delight and started to suckle, his hands curling round the mass of her tit to help his oral examination of her milkers. Shoran reached below - leaving him to his noisy licks and sucks and found the baggy crotch of his trousers. She found his hardness through the denim material and grasped it. Byron squawked with surprise and pleasure as she delved inside the garment and took hold of his growing erection. It throbbed in her grip.
Take your pants off Byron, she rasped, pulling his face away from his breast devotion.
The black denim was on the floor in nano seconds and it was Shorans turn to gasp in wonderment. She had seen his dick out and erect before, but in the company of Col and young Rob her grandson. It had impressed her then, but now she had the twelve year old to herself she could only admire its rigidity as it poled upwards tight against the loose hem of his tee-shirt.
Get up on the worktop, she told him.
Eagerly - he leapt up and sat as she moved between his lithe black legs. She splayed them wider to accommodate her body width and then placed her enormous boobs on his thighs and pinched his upright cock between them. The lad gasped as Shoran manipulated the fleshy mass around his cock until his pink knob end rose from between them. She ducked her head and licked the cheesy helmet. Byron thrust upwards as she commenced a tit wank, dipping and sucking as she lowered.
Havent washed this recently have you? Naughty Byron, she murmured, getting a guilty shake of his head.
She stooped again, but soon her back started to complain at the awkward position, her top-heaviness inducing stresses on her lower limbs and torso, so eventually she stood upright to him, letting his hands roam over her tits.
You fuck your Auntie Letitia you say? she breathed, fondling his tight balls.
Yes, he replied.
You want to fuck me? she whispered, her face inches away from his sweating excited face.
Byron nodded quickly and licked his lips. She stepped away and beckoned him to follow, turning swiftly and moving through Mariannes house upstairs, until she lay on the bed. Byron was seconds behind her and had feasted on the sight of her roly-poly buttocks, clashing and swaying and the gentle swishing sound of her flabby thighs mashing together as he followed her stately passage upwards. Shoran blatantly opened her legs and pulled her cunt lips apart. She knew she was wet as wonderment swept through her.
What was she doing? Why was she doing this? What effect would her outright sexy behaviour have on the juvenile? The questions were swept aside by the record time strip which left Byron standing close to the bed, his gleaming young shaft quivering, his eyes glued to her gaping cunt. He was like a greyhound in the traps. Tall elegant, black, sinewy and seemingly eager to get the starting pistol.
Come on then Byron, Shoran lisped. Fuck me.
His dive was athletic, careful, but joyful - crying out with pleasure, contrasting with Shorans grunt of surprise at his athleticism as he settled between her welcoming arms, pulling him into her bosoms as she felt his cock nudging at her cunt. Either with luck or good management, the lad found her gash straight away and she felt his knob slice into her hot juicy snatch. They sighed simultaneously as they felt heat, moisture, hardness, yielding, depth and length.
Byron started to rut at Shorans fat mott, making her thank his aunt for all the tuition, saving time in teaching him the rudiments of fucking when that was what Shoran desired most. As her head turned blissfully to one side, she realised she hadnt drawn the curtains together. She didnt really care if any of the neighbours would see the taboo relationship being sealed but knew she should. She cared about the seeing-to her cunt was receiving from this virile young boy, who was positively rutting with all the energy of a grown man. Their bodies slapped noisily and Shoran marvelled at his knowledge and consideration as Byron slowed and manoeuvred into various changes of angle then sped up again, with sudden bursts of joyful enthusiasm expounded with exultant shouts.
He was certainly a noisy lover, but to Shoran this was manna from the heavens. She was free to indulge her whims, pay for her pleasure and make sure her partners showed their appreciation. Byron was showing all manner of appreciation with his sunny smiles, his urgent grunts and whoops of delight as his rigid cock rammed into her sloppy snatch.
Suddenly he flopped onto her, his upper body quivering as his lower torso went into overdrive. His arms thrashed wildly on the bed alongside Shoran and mumbles and spats of saliver sprayed her arms. Worried that he had taken some kind of fit, she thought about moving him aside, but his groin was pumping furiously. With a wild shout he shunted once more - hard into her and stopped dead, his wiry body heaving with exhaustion as she felt the heat of his jism seep through her mature vagina. He had cum and mightily so she understood. What a difference it was to the hundreds of other climaxes she had shared and accommodated.
Cooing and soothing, she stroked his woolly head, down his soaking, gleaming back, over his tense buttocks and back up his body. Whispering nothings to the boy, she revelled in her mothering instincts as he slowly recovered from the efforts he had taken.
I came - sorry, he finally grunted, raising his grinning head.
No problem baby, Shoran chuckled. It was lovely, really lovely. Your Auntie Letitia is a good teacher.
Yeah cool! he grinned.
Chapter Six
About eight months later
The perfect triangular shape formed on the cushions on Cols studio floor, complicated the love triangle between the three people locked together in a sexual embrace. Col lay flat on his back, his cock stuffed up into Megans lush cunt, his face buried inside the dangling flaps of Mariannes pussy, while the two women embraced and kissed passionately. Occasionally, his arm would extend and feel for the pod on the end of a cable. His hand would press the pod and several cameras would flash and click simultaneously.
Marianne arched her back inwards and crushed her mammoth tits against Megans equally bounteous boobs. Their hands explored each others bodies as they moved sensuously, the prick and tongue exciting them at the same time as they allowed Col space to be able to lazily thrust upwards and move his face around the fleshy minge of the young mum who had become a star model for the slimming magazine.
Later - as they rested, sipping drinks and chatting, they recapped on the way they had been drawn together, through the slimming success of Marianne and Megan granting Col a huge, long awaited, bonus birthday treat of the threesome for making the photoshoots the talk of the slim world. Revenue had flooded in for the publishers of Shape Up, Marianne was becoming a media chick, although making her home life difficult to manage without help. Megan had found it quite easy to persuade her to take part, by finding adequate baby minders, paid initially by the magazine.
Where did you say Lana is today? asked Col, innocently.
At home with Beth and Michelle, those sitters you put me in touch with. Theyre great she loves them, enthused Marianne, toying with his sloppy cock.
A pleasant satisfied smile rolled over Cols face as he watched the downsized mum smooth his foreskin. Megan rolled and stretched and moved Mariannes legs so she could get her face into her crotch. Cols girlfriend lazily lapped at Mariannes cunt, letting Col idly play with her own hairy pussy as he revelled in the sweet dreams of success and the way his plans were developing and extending his bank balance.
In several ways and locations.
At work with his legitimate employment; at a brightly decorated Caribbean influenced house with the willing assistance of an eager young black boy; covertly in a large riverside property and particularly today in another certain domestic situation.
His mobile trilled a couple of times, annoying his girls, but he was glad he took the calls. He made one call and resumed his happy threesome. He dreamed of the good life ahead as he was pampered sexually. The chance meeting with what seemed a shady character, who needed some dodgy photos developed for a huge sum of money had led Col into a twilight world, which had proved so lucrative - the more he was sucked into it, that it now occupied much of his time and generated the bulk of his income. Now that he could control some of it, was even better and he thanked his lucky stars for the meeting with Mike Samways, who wanted some other and more personal photos taken for legal and medical reasons.
After the girls wanked and fucked him to his third climax that evening, they showered and made supper as Col reclined in the bath and reflected on his growing business empire. He had persuaded Shoran to invest in intruder alarms at her riverside pad. The many visits he made to shag her, convinced him that she was seeing other guys. Now via the hidden cameras he had placed in the rooms covered by the alarms, he had evidence of his own exploits there, Mariannes ex-husband Andy was a frequent visitor for sex and so was young Byron, the coloured, twelve year old pal of her Grandson Rob, plus Rob himself. The recordings made of the other males, sold well on the foreign porn markets especially Shoran with the boys.
Recognising Byrons enthusiasm for something new and on researching a little of his background, he had inveigled an introduction to Aunt Letitia and again the alarm system. To save her money, Col and Byron had installed it themselves allowing hidden cameras to be installed there also. Byron, however was not aware of the miniature units inside the actual alarm camera boxes and Col had breathtaking coverage of the black womans taste for both her nephew Byron and his pal Rob. Cols own visits to Letitia never allowed him to get to fuck her. He felt the chemistry wasnt quite right between them and was in any case happy with the amount of sex and revenue he was making.
His biggest earner was at another local household.
Chapter Seven
The same day and time
In a bohemian styled detached house, Lana, Beth and Michelle played camping games in the makeshift tent built in the front bedroom. The white sheet draped over a broom, perched on the bed end and a nearby chair made a perfect concealment of the room features. Bright sunlight flooded the room as Beth and Michelle quietly allowed the little girl to play, joining in with her pretend games of cooking food and eating. All the time the two eighteen year olds plied her with sweets and chocolate.
No need for lighting today, we have been lucky, chuckled Beth.
Michelle nodded and watched Lana smiling at the two baby sitters.
Col wants some serious stuff today, the previous two sessions have been good, but he wants me to get my gear off too, Michelle told her colleague.
Beth nodded and responded.
Shouldnt be difficult. She obviously likes being naked and she was OK with me the other couple of times. We could try the shower scene first if you like. Its very bright in there too.
Now before we go to bed in our campsite, what do we do Lana? asked Michelle, Beth giggling at her sudden urgency.
We go peepee, the kiddie said brightly. Oh! And yes we have a shower. I like showers. You making me a film star again Beth?
The crop headed, bleached blonde girl with the nose rings, flat chest and short stocky legs nodded and brandished the cam corder to whoops of delight from Lana. She rushed to the bathroom closely followed by brunette Michelle, who wore a tight crop top over pedal pusher denims. By the time Beth had got to the bathroom, Lana was naked and Michelle was stripping off her top. Lana perched up on the toilet and knowingly opened her legs wide and leaned back against the cistern. Beth moved close and zoomed in from a long lingering body shot to the dribble of piss seeping from Lanas pussy. The little girl giggled as Michelle climbed into the bath and turned the shower on.
Youve still got your trousers on silly, screamed Lana.
I know, but they want a wash too, just like my boobies, laughed Michelle soaping her perfectly globular hard tits.
Michelle has a surprise for you Lana. A specially big piece of chocolate afterwards too, murmured Beth as Lana fidgeted on ceasing her pee.
Lana squeaked her joy as Beth moved aside and then settled on the toilet seat, Lana having vacated it and been lifted into the bath by Michelle. The brunette soaped the kid carefully and slowly, taking time and expressing delight as did the child being pampered.
The camera followed every motion, including close-ups of Michelles searching digits as they opened Lanas crotch and smoothed the mild soap gently over her tiny cunt hole. She was made to bend over, almost double as her bottom was carefully washed and rinsed.
Lanas cleansing finished Michelle told her to watch as she removed her jeans. Beth panned back to catch the childs expressions as the difficult task of lowering soaking tight denims began. As Michelle dipped to struggle the garment over her feet, obscuring her crotch from Lana, Beth focussed on Lanas excited face, her expressions prompted by offers of chocolates and big surprises.
Finally Michelle stood towering over the seated child and Beth captured the intent, serious, puzzled, confused, quizzical, smiling, grinning and then open delighted laughing as Lana watched her bathing partner waggle her soft long cock at her.
Youve got a tassle, screamed an amazed Lana . My dads got a tassle.
When did you see it Lana? asked Michelle carefully kneeling face on to her.
She lifted her dick and stroked it, knowing how quickly it would rise to such handling. Beth worked the recording from the mature to the immature body, never the mature face, capturing details, nuances and expressions as the erection commenced.
In the bath of course, announced Lana sensibly. We always bathed together, mummy too.
All of you in here?
No of course not, but we did.
Did daddys tassle get big like this?
No er! Well sometimes cos mummy sometimes touched it like you.
Did you touch it for him?
No. Can I touch yours Michelle?
The babysitters grinned at each other in triumph and Michelle offered her five inch, skinny todger to Lana. Without questioning, the child grasped it as she had seen Michelle handle it and stroked it. Michelle nearly swooned with pleasure as Beth cocked her ear.
Damn! Thats my mobile. Better get it she moaned.
She placed the camera carefully, leaving it to record the bath time frolics and left the room. She returned soon, looking slightly worried, to see Lana sucking Michelles knob end enthusiastically.
Col. He has had this fantastic offer, from a reliable source. Wants to know if you could shag her today. Its a lot earlier he knows, but the money for us too is really cool. Like five hundred each, cooed Beth, professionally checking the cam corder screen.
Fuck! Weve only got her used to having a finger in over the last few weeks. Its a bit early, whined Michelle. Shes over five isnt she?
Yes a couple of months I think, but so what? You did it with that kid in Chester, the first time you met her, responded Beth.
She was six and had been groomed by her dad anyway, said Michelle dreamily as Lana continued to suckle on her dick head. I mean this ones keen, just look at her, this is fantastic, make sure you get her doing thisbut I dont know whether
Think of the dosh Mikesorry Michelle. Five hundred in your pocket, towards the operation. Yes Im getting her, said Beth, zooming the lens to catch Lanas lovingly applied liposuction on her pals cock. I mean, youve said it yourself. Youre not that big, it might be easy. Weve opened her up quite nicely.
Yeah! - but its me thats doing her Beth, moaned Michelle. Its fucking risky.
You know your face wont show and Cols a master at masking give away dcor and background. Youll be alright. What you say?
How long we got?
Another couple of hours and we get fucking paid handsomely for that too. Cool eh? enthused Beth.
Michelle nodded and they all left the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.
You like the new lollipop Lana? asked Michelle sweetly.
MMmmm!, gulped the child as Michelle applied some fruit flavoured jelly to her knob.
I like sucking your little peepee too, gurgled Beth from between Lanas legs.
The child giggled happily and for a moment watched Beth smear the jelly over her peachy smooth little pussy. She dipped her face and sucked hard, inserting her tongue into Lanas slit as far as her mouth would allow. She followed with her finger and then added a second. Lana didnt wince, used to two finger penetration. Beth glanced at Michells erection, its thin five inches no wider than her fingers already fully inserted.
Lanas hymen had broken some weeks ago, without pain or blood apart from the slightest seepage, easily staunched.
With soothing words between them, they manoeuvred Lana to sit over Michelles thighs, to munch on her dick, which was treated with more jelly as the transsexual lay flat on her back. Lana allowed Beth to put some Smarties and M&Ms into her virgin pussy, saying that Michelle wanted to get them out later. It was an old ploy, with Lana used to it. The child was moved up Michelles body and rocked happily on the wadge of cock meat under her groin as Beth plied her with some M&Ms. Greedily Lana asked for more and she received them after she was told that Michelles tassle had to go into her peepee to make sure the sweeties were properly pushed inside, like to hide them for a game. Lana looked a trifle puzzled as she munched, her lips a mess of chocolate. Beth left her to think about it, under Michelles attentive nursing by stroking, giggling and intimate touches. The camera was checked. The tripod was set up and Beth adjusted the focus and exposure.
Soon Lana was held dangling by Beth over Michelles erection, which had been liberally smeared with KY and the jelly. Beth lowered Lana, her little legs spread wide as told, onto the distinctly pointed knob of her partner in crime. At first Lana chuckled as she was raised and lowered in time to little bursts of song and rhymes, as her cunt got used to the unorthodox insertion. Each time she was lowered, her face became more intent and she peered below to see what was happening. Michelle and Beth kept up a constant stream of encouragement and inducements as gradually three, then four inches disappeared.
She started to wince and Michelle took over, getting Beth to lift the kid clear and placing her on her back. Michelle dipped her face and fingers into Lanas crotch as she was fed more sweets. The sucking was a distraction purely as a means to extract the few chocolate drops previously inserted, as Beth played gently with her partners stiffy. Soon Michelle rose over a serious faced Lana as the adult frame massed over her. Beth grabbed Lanas legs and hoisted them high allowing Michelle to aim her cock. It gained entrance and went in two inches. Lana smiled and nodded to the question of comfort.
The puffy mound round her slit bulged as slowly Michelle lowered, fractions at a time, feeling the resistance, letting the childs vagina adapt to the new form of invasion. Four inches in, Lana didnt seem worried as Beth cleverly soothed her and distracted her further.
Bingo! Thats it job done, breathed Michelle triumphantly, nodding to where the two unlikely sex partners were joined.
Fuck! Thats fantastic Mish, responded Beth, glancing back and forth at the fully inserted cock and to Lanas face.
Michelle stayed still for quite some time, flexing her dick which throbbed all five inches, gently inside the five year olds pussy. On getting a nod of approval from Beth, Michelle slowly rose and dropped in again, getting Lana used to the idea of motion.
Are the sweeties in OK? asked Lana with a trembling tone.
Michelles just making sure her tassle puts them in properly darling, soothed Beth, watching as the pace quickened slightly. Her fingers arent long enough to do it properly.
Michelle was now fucking steadily, without strain and speed, but certainly getting the whole of her puny penis in and out of the recumbent childs cunt. Beth occasionally smeared lube jelly onto the plunging shaft that gradually reamed a clear, unopposed deep channel. She often tickled Lanas puckered and stretched arsehole, making the kid giggle. Beth wondered on how long it would be for the ultimate violation of anal abuse to take place in the little victims life, but didnt give it too much thought - as the pay cheque was just too good to miss.
As long as she got her five hundred smackers and her face didnt show up on the recording, Beth was happy and Michelle would be too.
I think Ill cum now Beth, muttered Michelle. Get the close up ready.
The camera was attended as the fuck stick worked its wonders. Trained to the Nth degree in cumming to order, it responded to Michelles inner urgings and soon spouted gollops of sticky white jism into Lanas defoliated flower. The last few spoutings were outside and onto Lanas belly as Michelles cock pumped independently of any movement.
Classic Mike, sorry Michelle, breathed Beth as the adult on the bed rolled sideways. The lens were trained on Lana and her cum clicked belly, who lay quietly, puzzled at the panting and grimacing face of her lover.
That was funny, chuckled Lana. But it felt nice. Can we eat the sweeties now?
Yes of course darling, said Beth. Heres some more for you.
The child greedily took the half packet of jelly babies and munched through them. Beth manhandled the camera and got Michelle to lick the jism off Lanas tummy and took closeups of the tongue and Lanas happy face watching. The two were old hands at the game and knew even if their faces strayed into the frame, Col would cut them or blur them.
The camera played on Lanas body much longer as the two erstwhile babysitters played with her and comforted her, gradually building up to the final episode of seriously explaining that Lana must not mention what happened or any of the words used to absolutely anyone. The repercussions were spelt out with mild threats, what would happen to them all, how long they would be away with the nasty police and how there would never be any more sweeties. Lana took it all in with great gulps of astonishment, nods of an earnest little head and gasps of belief. Satisfied they had got the message implanted in her tiny mind, Beth and Michelle put her to bed and carefully checked everything in every room they had operated in. Old hands at the game.
How many have we done here now? asked Michelle as Beth made some coffee in the interim wait for Mariannes return.
Shes the fourth, responded the blonde, gesturing upstairs as she poured hot water into two mugs.
That babysitting scam is working wonders, especially when we can move them around and bring them here. Each one helps the next to relax into it dont they? murmured Michelle.
Yeah! As long as we are ultra careful, its easy money, uttered Beth following the transsexual into the lounge. Cant keep it going forever. Col wants to pack in next year he says and move abroad. What do we do then?
Ill have had the op hopefully and put some cash by to set me up, but Ive got loads of modelling anyway, giggled Michelle, perching her bum on the windowsill. You?
Might become a teacher. Always wanted to, said Beth, lounging on the sofa.
Teach what! exploded Michelle. Sexual preferences, habits and taboos? A new curriculum.
Nah! Physical education, sports and stuff, replied Beth with a good natured smile.
Need to build yourself up a bit darling. Youre looking too thin for my liking.
Well not as much as Mariannes downsizing, argued Beth.
They nodded thoughtfully and sipped their drinks.
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Its not a hat, its a bra, lisped the little girl.
Who is it Lana? came the voice from inside.
Its a man Grandma, shouted Lana.
Thats a hat. You wear hats on your head, persisted Col with a gentle smile. Its on your header! Oh now I see.
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Mrs McRory, its me Col Brownside from the magazine Shape Up.
A large blonde mature woman moved through the hallway of the semi detached house, blocking the light from the open kitchen at the back. Bleached blonde hair just reaching to her shoulders framed a happy smiling face, set off by gentle eyes which in turn tended to distract from a large hooked nose. She blinked in the fierce sunlight behind him as her eyes registered on Col.
Oh hello, Im Shoran, Mariannes Mum. She is late back but phoned minutes ago to tell you to wait sorry, said the fat woman. Come in - mind Lana, let the gentleman get in.
Col flashed his ID card and was allowed in to the front room, which was Bohemian in design and spirit. He put his bags down at the side and sat on a throw covered sofa opposite the window. Lana leaned against his knee, still wearing the huge brassiere as Shoran went to the kitchen and made the cup of tea she offered and he accepted. He placed his hand on Lanas head and felt the smooth material of the hammock like underwear. Lana gazed at him with dark brooding eyes. He imagined the boobs that would be stored in the bra and thought about them being the size of the childs head. He stared at the little girls naked chest, her tiny nipples pointed but hardly coloured, high on her frame. His gaze dipped to her lower torso which was encased in white panties, which hung creased and low below her little buttoned navel.
And how old are you Lana? he asked.
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Very old, he grinned.
The two smiled at each other but didnt speak anymore. Col although professionally slightly embarrassed at the kids part nakedness, could not drag his eyes away from the little girls torso. He shook his head in a weary way and tried to think of the job ahead and wondered how his pal Michael or Michelle as she prefers to be known would react. He dismissed the lurid thoughts and quietly waited with the child. She was just friendly without being precocious.
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Its not a hat, its a bra, lisped the little girl.
Who is it Lana? came the voice from inside.
Its a man Grandma, shouted Lana.
Thats a hat. You wear hats on your head, persisted Col with a gentle smile. Its on your header! Oh now I see.
The young photographer grinned as he recognised the stitching, the straps and the peculiar shape of what he thought was a pink satin hat, the rest of which was hanging down the side of the cute little girls shoulder. It certainly fitted over her brown curls very well and with some spare. He heard noises inside and called out.
Mrs McRory, its me Col Brownside from the magazine Shape Up.
A large blonde mature woman moved through the hallway of the semi detached house, blocking the light from the open kitchen at the back. Bleached blonde hair just reaching to her shoulders framed a happy smiling face, set off by gentle eyes which in turn tended to distract from a large hooked nose. She blinked in the fierce sunlight behind him as her eyes registered on Col.
Oh hello, Im Shoran, Mariannes Mum. She is late back but phoned minutes ago to tell you to wait sorry, said the fat woman. Come in - mind Lana, let the gentleman get in.
Col flashed his ID card and was allowed in to the front room, which was Bohemian in design and spirit. He put his bags down at the side and sat on a throw covered sofa opposite the window. Lana leaned against his knee, still wearing the huge brassiere as Shoran went to the kitchen and made the cup of tea she offered and he accepted. He placed his hand on Lanas head and felt the smooth material of the hammock like underwear. Lana gazed at him with dark brooding eyes. He imagined the boobs that would be stored in the bra and thought about them being the size of the childs head. He stared at the little girls naked chest, her tiny nipples pointed but hardly coloured, high on her frame. His gaze dipped to her lower torso which was encased in white panties, which hung creased and low below her little buttoned navel.
And how old are you Lana? he asked.
Four and a half, came the reply as she remained close to him. How old are you?
Very old, he grinned.
The two smiled at each other but didnt speak anymore. Col although professionally slightly embarrassed at the kids part nakedness, could not drag his eyes away from the little girls torso. He shook his head in a weary way and tried to think of the job ahead and wondered how his pal Michael or Michelle as she prefers to be known would react. He dismissed the lurid thoughts and quietly waited with the child. She was just friendly without being precocious.
Shoran waddled back in with a tray and stood in front of the big bay window as he placed a table where she asked him to. Before Shoran placed the tray down he saw her silhouette through the thin material of her loose, flowing, dress. Huge fat thighs merged together, ripples of midriff flowed into one and her tits sagged over her X $ C "D P P %R 'R S S 8 < + 6
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