Chapter 2

Lilian

Mr. Wilson died. He was older than his wife, overweight, red-faced, drank too much and got angry at the drop of a hat; the perfect walking advert for a heart attack. It happened one day at work. Apparently he got furious over missing some target and keeled over ten minutes later. They rushed him to hospital, but he only lasted two more days in a coma.

I did ask Ogushege if he’d had a hand in it. He denied doing anything, and I believed him. John Wilson had been living his unhealthy lifestyle long before I found Ogushege at Great Aunt Millie’s.

Truthfully I wasn’t too sad. I didn’t like him much, though his regular habits were a definite advantage for me and his wife. After it happened I kept things strictly non-sexual with Mrs. Wilson. I helped her where I could and waited until she was ready to restart things.

We all attended the funeral and said the expected things. I was surprised to see that he had an OBE for ‘Services to Industry’ displayed by his coffin. Whatever I thought of him personally, he’d obviously been good at his work.

Friday night and no date. Oh well, it wasn’t as if my sex life was on hold; just no date tonight. I was in the living room watching the rugby with dad while mum was doing something upstairs. England were losing, so I was happy.

The front door banged and Arwen stormed in, “All men are bastards!”

Dad and I looked at each other and shrugged. “Dean dumped you then?” I asked her. Whoops! She glared at me. That was not the right thing to say.

“All men are bastards, especially brothers who make snarky comments!”

Yup, Dean had dumped her. She stormed upstairs where we both heard her room door slam. Dad and I turned back to the match. England were still losing and Arwen would have calmed down by the morning.

That night Ogushege asked me, ‘Do you want Arwen?’ At least he had the decency to ask me first before throwing her at me. I thought about it for a short time and told him no. Shagging my sister would add too many complications to our lives. She was attractive enough that she’d easily be able to find another guy. Much simpler for everyone if I passed on his offer. I did ask him to help her find a new boyfriend, and he agreed.

She apologised over breakfast, and I assured her that she’d soon find another bloke. I even slipped in a bit of honest praise for her looks, which she liked. Later that day she came into my room, after knocking of course. These days it wasn’t so important for her to knock since I spent a lot less time wanking; I needed to save my energy for the real thing.

Arwen sat on the bed and looked at me. “I want to get my revenge on Dean. Will you help?”

“Depends. I’m not going on a date with him, if that’s what you mean.”

She laughed at that. “Close. You won’t have to date him, but he does have a younger sister...”

“You want me to date Dean’s sister?” I interrupted.

“And get into her panties,” Arwen added.

I didn’t like the sound of that. “Did she make him break up with you?”

“No, it was that slut Sheila.”

“So, it wasn’t his sister’s fault then, was it?” I pointed out.

“No, not really.”

“How about if I dated Sheila instead?”

“No way! If you date her I’ll cut your balls off!” Arwen shouted angrily. “Slowly ... With a rusty knife.” Oh well, that wasn’t such a good idea. “You’re right though,” she continued after she’d calmed down a bit. “It wasn’t Paula’s fault.”

“How about you find some new hunk and go out with him? That would be a better revenge on Dean.”

“Yeah, it would. I’ll think about it.”

About six weeks later mum asked me to go over to Mrs. Wilson’s to fix something. When I arrived she was wearing that same blue and yellow floral dress she’d had on when I’d first screwed her at the kitchen sink.

She led me through to the kitchen and told me, “I’ve got a pipe that needs unblocking,” and stood at the sink with her back to me.

I may not be the world’s greatest brain, but I certainly got the message. I moved to hold her hips and rub my groin against her bum. She stayed quiet, which meant she wanted me to carry on. I moved to fondle her arse, first through her skirt and then under it. I found bare skin! Before now, she’d always had panties on. Not today. Lifting her skirt showed only a pair of thigh-high stockings. She spread her legs slightly as soon as I raised it. My finger told me she was ready. A quick unzip, and I was into her. Not very subtle, but I’d missed having her. From the noises she was making she’d missed me as well.

We were soon back in our regular routine; I would go over to her house and we’d fuck. Ogushege made sure that nobody thought anything of me visiting her so regularly. Mum even thanked me for helping her so much after her bereavement.

She did have one peculiarity, she wouldn’t use her bedroom for sex. We could use any other room in the house, but not the master bedroom. When I asked, she explained, “It just wouldn’t be right, you’re not my husband.” Oh well, I could live with that. The guest bed was perfectly comfortable, as was the big couch. The kitchen table was hard, but she was always the one lying on it, or bent over it, while I pounded her.

One thing I did enjoy was that she always appeared so respectable. Always properly dressed and well-behaved; in public anyway. Once we were alone in the house she was up for anything. John had never buggered her—typical of the man—but after a little hesitation she tried it, once. She didn’t really like it much, so I held off after that. Her pussy was pleasant enough that I didn’t need anal. I asked Ogushege to help with her veneer of respectability; if anyone noticed something, they wouldn’t think anything of it. Her public image seemed important to her, so I wanted to help.

One day we were relaxing in the guest room after a leisurely session when she surprised me. “Gavin, would you like to move in here as my lodger? Things would be easier for us that way.”

What! That woke me up pretty sharply. “Ummm...” I played for time. This room was bigger than my current place. It was close enough that getting to work wouldn’t be any more difficult. There was a problem though, “I won’t be able to afford a lot of rent, Lilian. My job pays peanuts.” By now we were on first name terms, just as well if she was going to be my landlady.

“That doesn’t matter, I’ll just charge you the same as you’re paying your parents. I’m not short of money, John was good with that side of things.”

“Well ... If you’re sure, Lilian?”

“Yes, I want a man round the house. It’s too big for just me.”

I could see that, and if she fancied a quickie I’d be easily available.

I moved what little stuff I had, assuring mum that I’d visit regularly. I took the statuette with me of course, no way was I going to leave Ogushege behind!

Once I moved to Lilian’s we didn’t actually fuck that much more than we had before. My work took up the same amount of time, Lilian didn’t want a lot more than she was already getting, and I didn’t want to push things. It wasn’t as if I was going without.

Bethan

One Saturday afternoon Lilian asked me, “Can you take a book back to Bethan? I borrowed it off her, and she wants it back.”

Bethan was one of her friends; late forties or fifty, big tits, big arse and chunky. Not fat, things didn’t wobble like fat; well, except for her large tits and to some extent her arse. She was obviously reasonably solid under her clothes. She was tall as well, an inch or so shorter than me, so about five-eight. A lot heavier though, those tits and her arse had to weigh something.

“Sure, I can take it back. She lives on Victoria Street doesn’t she?”

“Yes, number forty-three.”

Judging by the cover the book was some romantic novel, not the sort of thing I would be interested in. As I walked I wondered if this was just returning a book or if Ogushege was behind it. I’d have to be careful not to jump on Bethan as soon as she opened the door, that could be a big mistake. In this town word would get round very quickly. I needed to wait to see if she gave me the word. She was married, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything, Lilian was married when we started.

I knocked on number 43. “Hello Gavin. Lilian said you’d be round.”

“Hi, Bethan.” I handed over the book, and she invited me in for tea. Was there an extra wiggle to her hips—her tweed skirt showed off their shape nicely—as she led me through to the lounge? Possibly. I still played things quietly, I need an obvious signal first.

Bethan was no shrinking violet. She was the sort of woman who would arrive at the Flower Arranging Circle under full sail and have everyone organised to her satisfaction within fifteen minutes. If she was going to give a signal then I was sure it would be obvious.

She came back from the kitchen with the tea things on a tray. Had she undone one extra button on her blouse? I tried to remember, but I wasn’t sure. She sat next to me and poured two cups. I sipped my tea, very nice too, and waited.

“Gavin, Lilian tells me you can be discreet.”

“Yes, I’m not one to gossip.”

“Well, I’m going to ask you something, but I want your promise that it won’t go any further, even if you say no.”

“Sure, Bethan. It won’t go beyond us two.” I began to feel a stirring; this was probably Ogushege setting things up.

She paused, thinking, looking down into her tea. I took the chance to ogle her tits. Big tits. Very big tits. Bigger than any of my other women and bulging behind her light orange blouse. She took a breath, ready to speak. I don’t think I got my eyes back onto her face fast enough as there was a trace of a smile on her lips as she started talking. She liked that I’d been staring at her breasts.

“I’m married, and my husband loves me. He loves his work as well, and his golf, but he has plenty enough love for me. Love is not a problem. However, George is getting older and as he gets older he’s slowing down. What I don’t have enough of is lust.”

“Lust?” I asked, giving her a cue.

“Yes, lust. I want some randy young stud to pound me into next week.”

“And you’re looking at me?”

She put a hand on my thigh and slid it up to meet my cock as it extended down my trouser leg.

“I talked to Lilian, and she recommended you. She told me you didn’t have a steady girlfriend and that you could keep your mouth shut.”

By now her hand had reached my cock and was stroking it through my jeans.

“So, Gavin, are you game?” she asked with a smile as she took a big breath, pushing out her huge tits.

“Yes, I’m game,” I smiled. As if I wouldn’t be!

“Good.” She unzipped me, got my dick out and started stroking. “Ahhh ... that will do nicely.”

In return for her stroking I started fondling those big tits I’d had my eye on. Very nice they felt too, even through her blouse and bra.

She laughed. “You boys can’t keep you eyes off my boobs, and you grab then the first chance you get.”

“Well they are very grabbable, and they feel as good as they look.”

“They’ll feel even better if you take my blouse off.”

She was right about that. She had to stop stroking my dick for a moment to undo her bra. With her big tits she needed a bra to match, it definitely wasn’t some wispy lacy thing that was hardly there. It probably edged into ‘industrial strength’ to tell the truth.

She dropped her bra and started stroking me again. She wasn’t some slim teenage beauty, but she did have experience in stroking a cock. “Tell me if you’re getting too close. I don’t want a mess in here.”

She smiled as she stroked me. Not a beautiful face, though her naked tits made up for it somewhat. Yes they sagged, at their size they couldn’t do anything else, but they suited her. She was big all over: hips, arse, tits, personality, smile.

“Soon...” I warned her.

Immediately she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. Enough of her tits spilled over to the side that I could still keep my hands on them. She didn’t deep-throat me immediately, taking a couple of bobs to get my shaft wet. Then she took me right in. Wow! She was good, better than any other of my girlfriends. Only Noor came close, and Bethan had a much better personality.

“Ungggghhhh...” I came in her mouth.

She swallowed, smiled and said, “My turn.”

She lifted her skirt and spread her thighs. “Dive in, Gavin.”

“No knickers? What a naughty girl,” I said. She had obviously prepared.

“They’d only get in the way.” She was right about that.

I dived in, as she’d asked. First I stroked her thighs: meaty and soft. Then I moved towards her pussy—trimmed, but not shaved—before blowing on it. A quick lick from bottom to top got me an, “Ahhh...” She was already wet. More licking to get her even juicier and two fingers in her really got her moving her hips. It didn’t take long for her to reach her peak with a long, “Ohhhh...”

I let her recover for a bit, gently stroking her tits. Very soft and strokable.

“Let’s go into the kitchen,” she said once she’d recovered.

“The kitchen? Wouldn’t the bedroom be more comfortable?”

“Yes, but George would notice the smell there.”

“Air freshener?” I suggested, assuming that George was her husband.

“He’d notice a different smell and put two and two together. I’ll be cooking a curry for him tonight...”

“Very sensible, Bethan. Lead on then.” Following her gave me a nice view of her arse.

She left her skirt on a chair and lay down on the kitchen table. I got between her thighs and plugged in.

“You can do me hard. I’ve got plenty of padding,” she advised me.

“Your wish is my command.”

Mrs. Jones

“You should marry her, Gavin.” Mum didn’t beat around the bush. I was visiting the parents, and we were talking at the kitchen table.

“Marry?” Not actually a bad idea. Lilian and I were effectively married already. OK, cohabiting technically, though the only thing missing was that bit of official paper.

“Don’t try to hide it, Gavin. She has that contented look on her face most days. She isn’t seeing anyone at the moment, and you don’t have a girlfriend.”

Mum isn’t stupid. Obviously Ogushege hadn’t hidden things as well as he could have.