We awoke late, I was definitely addicted to my recently acquired toy-boy, James, and both of us understood this, albeit in different ways. Now it was time to bind him to me equally tightly. Which of us was truly conscious first I don't recall, but as we surfaced I was soaking with lust and he rigid with anticipation. Considering his state of arousal, his love making was slow, considerate and gentle - James scares me with his control - my orgasms were many and regular: surprising that I could manage this, as the previous evening I had actually passed out with bliss. But, once again, I was so horny and he was scratching my itch with absolute precision. He must have come, I don't remember it, but when I awoke for the second time I smelt the wetness emanating from my sex and its odour was a mixture of my sated desire and his ejaculate. When I opened my eyes he rolled atop of me and sent me straight back to heaven, this time; biting my breasts, pulling my hair, squeezing my nipples, fingering my anus. What a man, so understanding of my wants; so capable of transforming them into deep, dark, desperate desires.
He made breakfast, I indulged. Sunday morning, no kids, already well satisfied by a night of dissolute deviance followed by a dawn of tender satisfaction, I was on the top of the world. He carried our breakfast in on a single huge oval plate: fried eggs, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms, baked beans, black pudding, loads of toast; accompanied by giant mugs of tea: no knives, no forks, just fingers. Once the plate was empty, he first licked the breakfast platter clean, and then licked my platter clean: meantime, I gobbled a stray sausage that I found in the bed. Who came first is anyone's guess and I've never before, nor after, shared an orgasm which dissolved into a fit of the giggles. Heaven, Paradise, Elysium, Utopia, Zion, Nirvana, Valhalla, Cloud nine, I was on it, in it, unified with it: I had never contemplated the problem that was about to rear its ugly head, I had a rival.
James and I were now making love regularly, lusty days coalesced into sybaritic weeks, sybaritic weeks into hedonistic months; Annie Hall sex, usually two, sometimes as often as three times a week. Every other weekend the kids departed to their dad's and James and I went mad: though we did have to rewrite history a little. Aphrodite was no longer admired for her lissom form but for her child bearing hips and well proportioned tits: Diana, for her ease of capture. James made it simple to understand how dreamy Ragnhild had ended up the mother of the entire Viking nation; that one left me a little bit sore for a couple of days. Isolde's body, we established, was every bit as flexible as her morals, that one left me stiff. Juliet really died of pleasure; twice over. Little Red Riding Hood discovered what the woodsman did with his mighty chopper when he was not slaying wicked wolves; it had nothing to do with trees.
Best of all of these, James demonstrated how the seven dwarves kept Snow White occupied whilst she waited for her hansom prince. Sneezy was first and, every time she was about to come he had a sneezing fit, forcing her to wait. Happy came next, in seconds, further frustrating poor Snow White. Happy had made Happy happy so, of course, his enthusiasm was followed by Sleepy. Sleepy took some awakening but, once some lead had been sucked into his pencil, he was refreshingly vigorous. Bashful followed, at first - due to his intrinsic reticence - he too had to be tempted but he finally delivered the goods. Doc diagnosed the needs of his impatient, after a long, through and exceptionally intimate examination and then took good care of them, with professional and well disciplined attention to detail; Snow White should have married Doc. Grumpy came last, he protested about the slackness of each and every hole as he thrust into them and then 'accidentally' pumped into Snow White's arse: oh well, I was watching us in the mirror and dreaming of Doc.
In the morning Prince Charming awoke Snow White with a kiss, a kiss to each and every square inch of her dermis and then - and then - well the 'and then' is now my standard fantasy whenever I have to finger myself. Despite having to hire a costume for Snow White, I enjoyed it so much that I insisted upon a second performance and it will be our Christmas panto too.
My rival was unexpected, my daughter or, more exactly, her friend. I had no illusions; if my fifteen year old daughter was still a virgin, then so was I. Her friend, Carol, was a year older, intelligent, befreckled, red haired, green eyed, voluptuous - rather than fat - practically perfection; true, she did have a hint of a squint and the merest trace of a blond down upon her top lip, but no red blooded male would notice either of these. I was passing my daughter's room when I heard Carol comment, "Have you seen the bloke that's moved in from you, across your landing? Makes me wet every time I see him." My daughters reply was so mumbled that I concluded that, first, she concurred and, second, was attempting to hide this. But then I was shocked, as the little minx continued, more clearly, "you should see how my Mum looks at him, she practically eats him alive with her eyes, it's really embarrassing. And he looks away and pretends not to notice her; nor me," the latter spoken rather wistfully. 'Well thank God for that,' I thought.
Carol paid her no attention, she simply continued with her licentious comments leaving me consumed with jealousy, I had a rival; youth and beauty versus experience: I know men and I know what usually wins; rarely is it experience.
I could not restrain myself, I knew I ought, but the next time I saw James I had to ask him about the girls; had he noticed the various groups of children? I described my youngest.
"That's your daughter?" He replied, "the skinny girl, always with two lads?"
I swallowed my reaction to skinny, you can't tell with James, he can be undiplomatic to the core; daft or simply direct? I don't know. "They're my boys."
"Your sons must be a handful, they'll have the girls eyes out on stalks. Your daughter's very attractive too, if she fills out like you, she'll be irresistible!"
