Raymond & Rose

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Raymond was a wealthy man
But even so he had a plan
His Uncle Trevor, eighty eight
Now suddenly had married late

That put a spanner in Ray's plot
To inherit the bloody lot!
But two weeks after getting wed
Poor Uncle Trevor dropped down dead!

Raymond, with much indecent glee
Thought now there's still a chance for me!
Had the old man changed his last plans
Making Raymond his chosen man?

Had he left the lot to his new wife
Chosen not long ago to share his life
Ray attended at the grave
The widow he condolence gave

Dressed in black from head to toe
With not an inch of flesh on show
Her friends said - oh she looks so pale
With her face covered by a veil

Once Trevor was placed into the ground
The widow turned and looked around
Her face on Raymond then alighted
And he found himself invited

Back to the house, for tea and scones
With the mourners - mostly clones
Of the widow all in black
Raymond said he would go back

Tall and dark and full of vigour
Late forties, an imposing figure
So back to the house of Trevor and Rose
All inside, the door did close

And Rose removed coat , hat and veil
Now Raymond was the one turned pale
No woman of his uncle's year
Stood before him - that was clear

Pale skin, and full lips, painted red
Auburn curls around her head
Raymond, he gasped - was such a shock
And horrified he felt his cock

It stiffened in his underpants
He felt it swelling like a lance
Embarrassed Raymond turned to leave
But felt a hand upon his sleeve

"Not leaving are you?", said his 'aunt'
Raymond said "Sorry, but, I can't
Stay to hear the will be read
So very sorry Trevor's dead."

"So am I," said Rose with sorrow
"Don't know what I will do tomorrow
Or even later come to that
Honest, Ray, I'll tell you flat!"

"My Trevor was a horny bloke
And really thought it quite a joke
That even at his age so great
He loved to fuck, just couldn't wait!

In the morning when he woke
He wanted me his cock to stroke
And after breakfast on the chair
He liked me sat astride him there

Sucking hard upon my tit
While his hand played with my clit
Around 11, a cup of tea
And again he'd want to play with me!

Over the table, or on the floor
Loved to treat me like a whore
Push my knickers to one side
And cock or fingers push inside!"

Loved to hear me plead and groan
As he reached my sexual home
After lunch he'd go to bed
Loved for me to give him head!

And again my tits he'd love to suck
As while my cunt he'd finger fuck
Often then he'd fall asleep
And out of the bed I would creep

For though so randy he was old
And I felt myself I had sold
I let him use me as a toy
For me there was no real joy!

Old he was he'd heave and grunt
With his cock up in my cunt
Lying there upon my back
While he laboured at my crack.

I would close my eyes and dream
Of a man who'd make me scream
With desire and passion lighted
Hard and throbbing and excited!!

Raymond when you saw my face
I saw your pulse begin to race
I saw the swelling of your cock
I bet it's standing like a rock!

Large and throbbing, such a size
Picture that between my thighs
Pressing into pussy tight
Til it's completely lost from sight

So don't leave now - these mates of Trevor
None of them are very clever
All of them are getting on
Pretty soon they'all all be gone

Then - if you like we could indulge
I could help you lose that bulge
You could help me too, you see
Take me there upon your knee

Every place that Trevor went
Fill me now till you are spent
Ray could not now believe his luck
Imagine being asked to fuck!!

The widow of Trevor - now deceased
Swollen cock was soon released
And in the old man's marriage bed
She licked and sucked the hard red head

He in turn was more than willing
Every hole of Rose was filling
Fucked and played right through the night
And on into the morning light

Left Rose later in elation
Looking back, in expectation
Showed him, did Rose, with naked breasts
At the window - not yet dressed

Then in his pocket, mobile phone
Was written - "I hate to be alone"
Rose said, "so come back very quick
Give me more of your wonderful prick!"

Back he went - continue the dance
Protecting his inheritance.............


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TeeTeeTeeTeeabout 18 years ago
Chuckles..

Cute write

thanks for sharing

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