Augusta Leigh 2

(To the editor: Please group this submission with "AUGUSTA LEIGH 1" as part of a series).

LEMONIA ===> THE MILF ==> BRIEF CHRONICLES
HILLSIDE
WINTER 2010

AUGUSTA LEIGH 2

What happened after that no hard to guess,
he sees her so determined to undress,
checking him all the while in the eyes,
he starts undressing also to be fair,
trying to avoid her penetrating stare,
maybe he's taken mildly by surprise.

They're almost naked when she teases, "George,
what would they say in the House of Lords,
if they knew you fuck your little sister?"
With lustful eyes she jumps into his arms,
he feels a million ringing love alarms,
she softly adds, "they would be jealous, mister!"

Her lips are sealed by deep and fervent kiss,
and then she says, "Baby, have your wish,
I am all yours to serve your every fancy",
his hands caress already both her tits,
her feel drives him out of his wits,
she warns, "don't finish in, you know is chancy".

He lays her on the floor, she spreads her thighs,
"Fuck me my brother, there are no more lies",
she whispers as she guides his cock inside her,
they gasp and momentarily they freeze,
but then he glides in and she's at ease,
Cupid and Venus seems they came to guide her.

In earnest they begin a crazy fuck,
their groans fusing with the fire crack,
Music creates itself in fuck and fire,
the flesh is lust but love prevails the hearts,
every pale abbey ghost duly departs,
love only haunts snowy Nottinghamshire.

He bites her nips, she grabs his bum, she pulls,
Eros, the mighty God, this moment rules,
and Harmony the rhythm is controlling,
his cock a holy madness in her cunt,
their love unfolds like a medieval chant,
and outside the snow keeps on falling.

They are both lost into each others mist,
by instinct apprehending the same gist,
their orgasm synchronized comes in waves,
she understands but she no longer cares,
he knows he should not but still he dares,
he floods with his hot sperm her deepest caves.

She feels his jets been merging with her flow,
her eyes take a primeval crazy glow,
she begs him, "baby give me all you got",
she holds him tight to feel his cock head throb,
he sighs, "Augusta, you do well this job,
I never had a fuck so sweet and hot!"

They keep on fucking still without a breath,
this act becomes their only worldly wealth,
their orgasm not yet over, they're still cuming,
in endless kissing glued become their lips,
he still goes in and out, she moves her hips,
whispering, "George, this fuck is most becoming!"

"I also think, Augusta, it is nice,
let's fuck some more since we have broke the ice,
The night is young, the cold is gone, we're burning!"
She giggles as she tries to disentangle,
she says, "perhaps you'd fancy this new angle",
her arse to her half-brother as she's turning.

He does not thing for long, his cock is wet,
her anus looks an empty space to let,
and so he goes inside with gently motion,
she screams and then she whispers, "Fuck me boy!"
He goes more in, he's tender but not coy,
their wetness serves as lubricating lotion.

She gives a backward thrust and takes him in,
she moans, "Come little brother, let us sin,
split me in two, impale me on your skewer".
He goes insane inside up to his balls,
like holy rhythm that rises and falls,
confusing the receiver and the doer.

One hand is teasing tits, the other clit,
his cock in her tight hole a perfect fit,
they have become an aggregate fuck engine,
he pulls her from her waste, his pounding hard,
in keen response she's losing all her guard,
her happy arse not anymore a virgin.

Her muscles go all stiff, her juices run,
his cock so squeezed appreciates this fun
and lets its own flood into her deepest,
they cum again together in a roar,
a demon fucking an immortal whore,
in elevating hill up to its steepest.

They stay motionless and no one speaks,
her brain is a parade of countless pricks,
her soul is just this prick that's still inside her,
this prick that feels so greedy and still drips,
that promises to take her to new trips,
to love, to satisfy, or to deride her.

How many times they fucked in that first night,
it's anybody's guess who has insight,
out in the snow was dancing the Aurora,
and the two lovers warm into their bed,
were doing what of them it has been said,
Thus was conceived Elizabeth Medora.

"She's not an ape, but even if she was,
that would have been entirely my fault,
my dear Melbourne, I can't tell you why,
but it was worth the while, so it was,
take what you hear with a pinch of salt,
(and send me your farewell, for Greece I'll die)".