7 More Naughty Stories

By David W. G. Pope

There are seven stories in this book, and none of which are connected. The characters are fictitious and bear no resemblance to anyone, past or present.

The stories are written in a lighthearted vein and have adult content and are, therefore, not suitable for children.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Jul 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796004571

David W. G. Pope

DAVID POPE was born, educated and grew up in the historic City of Bath. He is married with four children, and lives in Cairns, Australia.

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Copyright © 2019 by David W. G. Pope.

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CONTENTS

STORIES

Bed & Breakfast

Opportunities

Reunion II

The Batman II

The Blackmailers

Book of Secrets

The Mobile Library II

PREFACE

All stories in this book are fictional and bear no resemblance to anyone, present or past.

All have been written in a lighthearted manner and with tongue in cheek. The stories have adult content, and therefore NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN.

BED & BREAKFAST

CHAPTER 1

Robert Wilson was taking a short cut through a park in his home town, when he noticed what looked like a clear pane of glass appear in front of him, although it was not really glass, more like a clear liquid as it gave a rippling effect, and appeared to be drawing him towards it, and found that he was unable to resist the pulling sensation.

He felt nothing as he passed through onto the other side of the clear rippling liquid.

Robert looked back, but saw nothing out of the ordinary, and whatever it was had disappeared into thin air, it seemed to Robert.

Robert sat down on a nearby seat, to contemplate what had just occurred, and as he did so, he noticed that his clothes had changed. He was now in, what he would call ‘period clothes’.

Robert was finding it difficult to know what had happened and stood checking himself out.

Robert saw a couple of people coming along the path towards him, a man and a woman, walking arm in arm, and by their clothes, both were in ‘period’ attire.

The man was smartly dressed with a top hat and cane, and the woman wore a dress that reached the ground and wore a bonnet on her head.

The man gave a nod as he passed, and Robert did the same. The woman gave him a smile.

Robert or Bob as he preferred to be called, was 22 years of age, five foot nine inches tall. Light brown, almost fair hair, and well built, for he had a liking for sports, and kept himself fit, often using the local gym.

Bob was the eldest child of three children, the other two being girls.

He had left home and rented an apartment in his home town, wanting more freedom, and worked in the local council offices as a clerk in the supply department.

As he walked, he began to see other people, all dressed in Victorian style clothes, and it began to dawn on Bob that he had been time-warped.

Bob, again sat down on a bench in the park, to consider what had occurred, and what he could do about it.

He soon realized that there was nothing that he could do about his new situation, and also realized that he no longer had accommodation, and that he would have to find some, and quickly.

Bob checked what he had in his pocket, thankful that he had just received his month’s pay chit, and hoped that his bank account had time-warped with him. He had about 25 pounds in his wallet, and checked that it was still there. It was, though in the form of five, old style five pound notes, and the few pounds and shillings that he had in his pocket that had changed into the coinage of the day. He checked the dates on the coins, which varied, but were all in the 1800’s. He turned them over, and saw that every coin had Queen Victoria’s head on them.

Bob realized that what he had would last him a little while, but would soon be gone, if he was not careful.

Bob made his way to where his bank should be situated, and found that it was where he had hoped it would be, and after making enquiries, discovered that his bank account had time-warped with him, and he gave a sigh of relief.

Bob hoped that for temporary accommodation, that a pub would service his needs for a couple of nights while he contemplated his future, and decided to visit his local pub in the 21st Century.

CHAPTER 2

Bob checked out his local, the ‘White Lion, though in those days, it was known as the ‘Lively Duck’, the pub he had frequented in the 21st Century, and was happy to discover that it was there, though was frequented by a much rougher type of clientele, and the décor was different too, and in the old style of a Victorian pub, but nevertheless, a friendly type of place. That part had not changed in the 21st century.

Bob ordered a beer, and was delighted to find that it cost so little, though he found it was much stronger and rougher than he had been used to. He knew he would have to get used to it or chose something else to drink.

It was not long before he was approached by a doxy (prostitute), and although she was pleasant enough to look at, and had a prominent pair of tits, he turned her down, having remembered that many doxies were diseased. Anyway, he had yet to secure a place to stay.

With his beer nearly empty, a serving wench asked if he wanted another, and Bob decided he would try a mug of cider.

The wench brought him his drink, and while paying for it, said ‘I am new here. Does this inn have rooms for the night?’

‘Yes’ the wench replied ‘best see the landlady, she is the one to see. I will ask her if you like’ she added.

‘Thank you’ Bob said, and gave her a penny tip, and received a smile.

When the pub quietened down, Bob saw the landlady, and rent. She was happy to let it to someone who obviously had money to pay for a room.

Bob asked to see the room, and finding it reasonably clean, booked and paid for the room for a week, hoping to get his new life sorted out during that time.

When all the customers had departed, Bob and the Landlady, Clara, sat down with a drink, and he told her a story he had concocted about his life, and that he would be looking for a job.

Clara was in her forties, Bob guessed, and also guessed that she had been around a bit from her rough talk that was often littered with sexual type words, and spoken as if it was her normal speech. She was a little overweight, and her large tits almost escaped from the top of her dress when she bent over. She was dark haired, and her smile appeared friendly and genuine, and Bob noted that she had not minded the jokes that were bandied about by the customers, probably locals, and joined in the laughter at a particularly witty or crude one.

Clara had no husband. She had kicked him out, she told him, after finding him fucking one of the serving wench’s in the cellar, and made it clear that the serving wench, went as well.

‘I can see that you are a big lad and if you want a job, you can help throw out the trouble makers on Friday and Saturday nights when it gets a bit rowdy, and often quite rough on those nights, and I am sure the men I hire for that job, would welcome an extra helping hand she grinned.

It should be noted that in the mid-19th century, the average man was five feet four or five inches tall and females five feet two inches, many even shorter, so Bob at five foot nine inches tall was well above the average.

‘I assume that there are some muscles under that shirt?’ she asked.

It was obvious that she wanted to make sure that Bob was capable of doing what she asked.

‘You want to see if I am capable of doing what you want?’ Bob replied and smiled.

‘Yes’ she replied and stood back watching as Bob removed his coat, tie and shirt, revealing a well-muscled upper body and biceps.

‘Wow’ Carla exclaimed as she took in Bob’s muscular frame.

After Carla’s eyes had devoured Bob’s body, she asked ‘Any more muscles to be viewed’ she asked saucily, her eyes gleaming and her mouth with a wide grin.

‘Yes of course’ Bob replied, returning her grin.

‘Then let me see them’ Clara asked, though it sounded more like an order to Bob.

‘I would be happy to, if you do the same’ Bob said, chancing his arm.

Clara looked at Bob their eyes meeting, with neither one backing down.

Clara’s face broke into a grin ‘Alright, but not here, come on up to my bedroom, and bring your coat and shirt. No need to put them on, they won’t be needed’ she said.

Bob, carrying his coat, tie and shirt followed Clara up the narrow wooden, creaky staircase to her bedroom.

Bob closed the door behind him, and quickly surveyed Clara’s bedroom.

The bedroom was small, there was an unmade double bed that looked as if someone had just vacated it. The dressing table was scattered with combs and brushes, and nick-knacks that females like to have. The wardrobe door was open showing a variety of dresses, and a window with flimsy curtains that were open wide.

The floor had an old carpet that was well worn and needed to be brushed of the crumbs and litter that was all over it.

‘Come on Bob, let’s see what you’ve got’ Clara said.

‘You too, Clara’ Bob responded.

Both Bob and Clara removed their clothes and eyed one another’s assets as they were revealed.

‘Oh wow’ Clara said, her eyes gleaming ‘you DO have muscles down there as well’.

Clara looked better naked than dressed. Her time behind the bar had kept her quite fit, and her legs showed it. It was her floppy tits and fleshy waist that spoiled it, although her pussy looked like it needed some attention.

‘What position do you want, Carla’ Bob asked.

‘You mean I have a choice?’

‘Yes’ Bob replied.

‘I have never been given a choice before’ Carla said ‘but that being the case, I have always wondered what it would be like on top.’

‘Then go for it’ Bob said lying on his back, his cock looking at the ceiling.

Clara climbed on the bed and threw her leg over Bob, and with her legs astride, and pussy frothing, she eyed Bob’s cock.

Clara liked the slight upward curve of Bob’s cock, and it was not long before she had her quim wrapped around it, and had it sliding eagerly up and down with much enthusiasm.

In her eagerness, Clara soon reached her orgasm, but Bob had not climaxed.

‘Can you keep going for a bit longer, Clara, I have not cum yet?’

Clara continued and it was not long before Bob asked her to ‘Give it all you’ve got’.

Clara did not hesitate, and gave a big effort, her large tits flying every which way. ‘I’m cuming too ‘she gasped as Bob sent spurts of his cream into her already juicy quim.

Carla flopped onto Bob’s body, her large tits thumping down onto his chest, making him gasp.

With a big heave, Bob rolled Clara off and onto the bed beside him.

Not a word was uttered by Clara for several minutes, while she got her breath back.

When she was able to speak, she said ‘God, Bob that were the best fuck I have had since me wedding night, and maybe even better. You can stay here for free, if you give me fuck me like that every night.’

‘But I have already paid you for the week’ Bob said.

‘You can have all your meals free and ale too’ she said.

Bob liked the sound of that, and for the next few days shared Carla’s bed, well Carla took up most of it.

During the day, Bob would look around to see if there was a better place to stay, rather than the ‘Lively Duck’, and was prepared to lose the money he had paid for the week.

CHAPTER 3

Towards the end of the week, Bob found a street of terraced houses, many of which had notices advising that they were ‘Bed & Breakfast’ guest houses, and wondered if that might be better than his present place of residence, for he had yet to decide how he wanted his future to proceed.

Bob tried a couple, and found that they were much of a muchness, in condition as well as price, and thought he might try one that looked nicely painted.

Bob knocked on the door which was answered by a rather serious looking female in her mid to late forties with dark hair that had a few strands of grey, and tied back in a bun at the back of her head, she wore a long black dress that buttoned to her neck, and sleeves that ended around her wrists.

‘I am in need of a place to stay’ Bob said.

‘The price is 2 pence a day, or a shilling for a full week’ she replied in a no nonsense tone.

‘Could I see the room?’ Bob asked.

‘Come on in then’ she replied, though it sounded more like an order.

Bob stepped into the narrow dark hallway, and closed the door behind him, and she led him up the narrow wooden stairs to the room.

The room was a bedsitter, small with a leather look, arm chair, single bed that was placed against the wall, in order to make the room look larger, and a wooden wardrobe for clothes. There was a cheap looking dark brown carpet on the floor, and red curtains at the single window that had seen better days, a small table and a chair, but everything was clean, and in a better state than Clara’s bedroom.

‘I would like to take the room for a week’ Bob said, handing over a shilling piece.

‘If you want an evening meal as well, that will be an extra sixpence a week.

‘That sounds too good to miss!’ Bob said, hoping to see a smile appear on the woman’s face, but he was disappointed.

The woman’s face, had informed him that her name was Miss Baggley, and the expression changed not one iota, as she held out her hand for the money for the meals

Bob found a sixpence amongst his change and gave it to the woman, who nodded a ‘thank you’.

Bob went back to the Lively Duck to collect his clothes, and left a note for Clara that he could not keep going night after night, and needed a rest.

Bob made his way to Miss Baggley’s Bed & Breakfast, and he went up to his room to put his few things away.

Bob lay on the bed, wondering about Miss Baggley. She was definitely single, for there was no ring on her finger, and wondered what she would look like naked, and whether she looked at herself in the mirror when she was, though he could not imagine that she would go such a thing.

While he was thinking about Miss Baggley, Bob wondered if it was possible to seduce her, and, although she was probably in her forties, he would like to find out what was under those clothes. He could see from her shape, that she had a decent pair of tits, and a nice bottom. But what of her legs, and did she have a hairy quim. It probably was he decided. Her dark eyes had been quite piercing, and guessed that trying to seduce her would be a miracle.

The best way to go about it, he thought, was to use flattery and offer help around the place. Bob decided that however long it would take, he would have his cock in her quim, and also, with her permission. It would be something to aim for, he thought.

There was another thing, he would have to find a job at some point, and with his bank account following him into this era, gave him a little time, and perhaps his knowledge of the future might come in handy at some point.

Bob had obviously missed out on breakfast that day, and wondered what dinner would be like, though knowing he would find out later that day.

Dinner was served in the dining room, which was a room on the ground floor between the lounge and the kitchen, and comprised of a medium sized table and six wooden chairs, two on each side and one at each end. They were hard when sat upon. There was a sideboard and little else. The floor was of wood and highly polished, and a clean white tablecloth, and the cutlery was spotlessly clean.

As it turned out, the dinner of fish and vegetables was delicious, and Bob commented ‘Thank you Miss Baggley, that was delicious, my compliments to the cook.

Miss Baggley looked at Bob in surprise, as she took his empty dish, and gave a slight nod. Her expression did not change, but he detected a softening of her eyes.

Bob got up and held the door to the kitchen open, as she carried the empty dishes out of the dining room, and a quiet thank you passed her lips.

‘May I help with the washing and wiping up?’ Bob offered.

‘B…but you are a guest. It is not done’ Miss Baggley said looking aghast.

‘No one will know, and I won’t tell anyone. I like to help out when possible, and it would give you a little extra leisure time.

‘Thank you, Mr. Wilson’ she replied in not much more than a whisper.

Miss Baggley washed and Bob wiped ‘shall I place the plates and cutlery on the table. I have yet to learn where they go’ Bob said.

Miss Baggley nodded her head.

When all was finished, including the pots and pans, Bob said ‘There, that took only half the time with both of us.’

‘Yes, thank you, Mr. Wilson’ she replied in a quiet voice, not really believing that she had received help with the washing and wiping up.

Bob retired to the lounge, which consisted of a three piece suite, a dresser that displayed some quality dinnerware and some trinkets, and a book case with glass doors, and inside, shelves of books, and Bob sat in one of the comfortable looking armchairs.

Miss Baggley had followed him in and sat in the other armchair, next to a small table with a ball of wool and two needles sticking out, resting on it.

‘May I see what books you have in the bookcase?’ Bob asked.

Miss Baggley nodded.

Bob stood up and strolled over to the bookcase and browsed what was there.

Bob selected a classical book, although he saw a number of books with suggestive titles.

‘Do you read, Miss Baggley?’ Bob asked.

Miss Baggley looked up from her knitting and shook her head, and Bob guessed that she, like many females of the poorer classes in the Victorian era, did not go to school, only the males.

Bob began to read, and occasionally looked up to see Miss Baggley knitting away, but at other times, caught her looking in his direction, and wondered what she was thinking, and she quickly looked back down and continued with her knitting.

The next day, after breakfast, which was served in silence, though with frequent glances at Bob from Miss Baggley, she ventured ‘Are you going out today, Mr. Wilson?’

‘Yes, I need to find work of some sort, otherwise my savings will dry up, and I will be thrown out on the streets’ Bob said.

‘I understand, Mr. Wilson’ Miss Baggley replied, her face still with a serious look, but he felt that her eyes had lost their sternness.

Bob went out and bought a newspaper that he intended to read when he returned to the Bed & Breakfast.

Bob, as he made his way around the town, checked out several notices in the windows of shops, and although there were one or two vacancies, none of which he decided was suitable, feeling that he had a little time to be picky.

Bob had lunch in a small restaurant, having decided to give a pub meal a miss, and also not wanting to return to Miss Baggley’s Bed & Breakfast smelling of alcohol.

After lunch, Bob made his way back to Miss Baggley’s and let himself in with the key he had been given.

Bob smelt an aroma wafting through the open kitchen door. Bob poked his head around the door ‘Smells good Miss Baggley’ Bob said.

Miss Baggley looked up and gave a half smile, then turned her head away.

‘I will be in the lounge when dinner is ready’ Bob said, taking his newspaper with him.

Upon taking in the date and day, Bob realized that he was in the early half of the 19th century. He scanned the local, national and international news, so as not to be caught out, and soon got the hang of speaking in the way of the period.

Miss Baggley had looked up on hearing Bob’s voice, and nodded and carried on with preparing the meal on the large stove.

Again the evening meal was delicious, and Bob told Miss Baggley so, and received a thank you and a smile that lasted only for a couple of seconds. Bob again helped with the washing and wiping up of the dishes.

That evening when he retired, Bob decided to hurry things along, and the next day would suggest that they call each other by their first names, and perhaps that might start a little conversation, anyway, he would give it a try. The worst that could happen would be a good telling off, or even kicked out. If that did happen, there were more Bed & Breakfasts along the street.

Bob, as he helped Miss Baggley with the washing up, asked ‘Miss Baggley, may I ask you something?’

Miss Baggley looked up from the sink where her hands were covered in hot water and cleaning a dish with a little brush, and nodded her head.

‘It would be nice and friendly if we could speak to each other using our Christian names. My name is Robert’ said, and held his breath waiting for a reply.

Miss Baggley’s hands dropped the plate into the hot water, turned her head and looked at him with a surprised expression ‘It is not usual, I do not know you that well, but’ and she paused for a second ‘I will think about it, Mr. Wilson’ she replied.

Well, so far so good, Bob thought, let’s see what she decides.

Bob thought that Miss Baggley would take several days before she made her decision, but no, when they retired to the lounge after the washing up was finished, and sat in their usual chairs, she said ‘I think I would like to use Christian names, Robert. My name is Edna, but I would like this to be only when we are alone, and not when anyone else is here’

‘I agree, Edna’ Robert replied and gave her a smile.

‘Thank you, Robert’ Edna said and returned his smile.

Both sat back in their armchairs, Edna with her knitting and Bob reading the newspaper.

After half an hour, Bob who had finished reading, asked Edna if she would like to read the newspaper.

‘No thank you, Robert, I don’t, well really, I have never learned’ Edna admitted.

‘Would you like to be able to read and write? Bob asked.

‘Yes, but I am much too old to go to school’ Edna replied.

‘I could teach you. It would change your life’ Bob told her.

‘Really! How?’

‘Well, when you go to the shops, you would be able to read the price of various things, read the newspaper and find out what is going on locally, in the country and the world, and you could read some of these books, if not all of them, and give you a rest from knitting’ Bob said indicating the bookcase with books on several shelves.

‘Why would you want to teach me, Robert?’

‘Because you are a lovely lady, and a wonderful cook who makes me delicious evening meals’ Bob replied smiling.

‘Do you mean that?’ Edna asked.

‘Yes, every word, Edna.’

‘I would like to learn, Robert. Not many, if any of the females around here can read or write. Schooling was only for boys, but it would be nice’ Edna said.

‘Then I will purchase the necessary equipment tomorrow, and we can begin the following day’ Bob said.

‘How long do you think it will take?’ Edna asked.

‘I am not sure, I have never taught anyone before, but two or three weeks, I would guess’ Bob replied.

‘This is the most we have spoken since you have been here’ Edna remarked.

‘Yes, you are right, and I am pleased that we have had this little conversation, and also that we have agreed to call each other by our Christian names.’

Edna smiled, lighting up her face, and nodded and went on with her knitting, and Bob selected a book to read.

Nothing more was said that evening, except ‘good night’ both with each other’s name added, and went to their separate bedrooms.

Bob spent a couple of hours each morning teaching Edna to read and write, before he went job hunting, and again for an hour or so after dinner.

Edna was keen, and it was her keenness to learn, that enabled her to read in two and a half weeks, and another week to learn to write legibly.

After Edna had been learning for a couple of weeks, she ventured into town, to purchase the weekly goods, and a few shopkeepers tried to get one over on her, trying to fob her off with goods of a lower value at a higher price. They got a shock, when Edna, now reading reasonably well, caught them out, and threatened to inform the authorities.

Edna wanted to know how she could thank Bob for teaching her to read, Bob knew what he wanted, but thought it too early to tell her that he wanted to shove his cock up into her quim, and elected to suggest that a kiss would be nice.

Edna looked at Bob surprised ‘I….I don’t know how, I have only been kissed by my parents, and that was a long time ago’ she said.

‘You must try, it is most enjoyable’ Bob said.

‘Will you show me, please, Robert?’ Edna asked.

Bob showed Edna how to purse her lips. This done and with her eyes closed, Bob pressed his lips to hers, not hard, or softly, but firmly, and kissed her lips, a hand on each of her shoulders.

‘Well, what did you think of that?’ Bob asked.

‘It was nice, I liked it’ Edna smiled.

‘Would you like to try it again?’ Bob asked.

‘Yes please’ Edna beamed.

Bob and Edna did it again and again, each time Bob added a bit more passion, and placed his arms around her, pulling her body gently to his.

‘What have I been missing all these years, Robert’ Edna exclaimed as they parted.

‘Perhaps we could give each other a kiss each morning, and again when we retire to bed’ Bob suggested.

‘Yes, that is a nice idea, I would like that, Robert’ then as an afterthought, added ‘and perhaps at other times when we might feel like doing so’ Edna said with a big smile.

‘I like that idea too, Edna’ Bob thought, and thinking that things were proceeding quicker than he expected.

CHAPTER 4

It was mid-summer, and it had been really hot for several days, and Bob getting no closer to finding a job that suited him.

As he walked back to the Bed & Breakfast, he noticed that the clouds were getting darker, and looked like there would be a storm, and decided to hurry on to Edna’s before it did.

Edna decided that she would make an early dinner, in case a storm broke.

The storm held off until after they had retired to bed. First there was a flash of lightning, then a loud clap of thunder almost immediately following,

Bob heard a scream and assumed it came from Edna ‘Are you alright Edna’ he yelled.

The next thing Bob knew, Edna was flying through the door, dressed only in her nightgown, and with her face as white as a sheet.

‘Help me Robert, please help me, I am so frightened of the lightning and thunder.

‘Better get in here with me, Edna, and between me and the wall. You will feel safer there’ Bob said, concerned.

Edna did not hesitate, and quickly climbed over Bob and slid down under the bedcovers.

No sooner was Edna under the bed covers, when the room was lit again, this time by forked lightning, and a huge clap of thunder followed.

‘Aaaaagh’ screamed Edna, and grabbed hold of Bob, who was naked, as he always slept that way.

Bob held her close, and he could feel her naked legs where her nightgown had pushed up when sliding under the bedclothes, against his naked legs.

Another flash of lightning and clap of thunder, and a naked leg, (Edna’s of course) wrapped around Bob’s, as she tightened her hold on him, and gave a muffled cry from beneath the bed clothes.

Gradually the lightning made its way from their area with a series of lightning strikes and claps of thunder, which gradually faded in the distance.

Bob could see that Edna was visibly shaken, and held her to him.

As Edna’s head surfaced above the bedclothes, Bob kissed her lips, and she kissed him back.

‘Thank you Robert, thank you. I was so scared. I have never felt so scared in all my life. It has always been the same since I was a little girl, but then, I had my parents to cuddle into’ Edna said, still looking shaken.

Edna could feel Robert’s naked legs against hers, and her arms felt his naked body, and although a thrill went through her body, she did not know how to proceed, knowing his cock was not far from her quim. Edna had never been in a situation like this, and there was no way she was going to leave, in case the thunder and lightning were to return.

‘You had better stay here with me, in case we get more thunder and lightning’ Robert said, his arm around Edna’s waist holding her to him, his stiff cock resting against her thigh, and not far from her quim. It was that close that her pubic hair was tickling the head.

‘Thank you, Robert’ Edna said closing her eyes.

Now whether Edna was asleep, Bob was not sure, but she must have known that Bob was naked, for she still had an arm and leg clinging to him, and must have known that he was not wearing a nightgown.

Bob lightly kissed Edna’s lips, and let his hand stray down onto Edna’s bottom, where he left it, with no objection from Edna.

Edna liked having Bob’s hand on her bottom, and would have let it wander elsewhere, though Bob was unaware of this.

The next morning, Bob awoke with his arm around Edna’s bare waist, and gave her a light kiss on the lips, that awakened her.

The storm had passed and the heavy rain that followed had ceased, and the sun was shining through the window, making the room light and bright.

Edna opened her eyes, and a look of surprise, then an aghast look crossed her face ‘Oh my, you won’t tell anyone I spent the night in your bed, will you Robert?’ Edna asked.

‘Not if you give me a big kiss’ Bob replied.

Edna leaned across and gave Bob a kiss on the lips.

‘Do you know, Edna, I liked having you in bed with me, and cuddling into me’ Bob said giving Edna a smile.

Edna’s face flushed a light red, on hearing that, though she too liked being in Bob’s bed with Bob, but did not say so.

Bob thought that this would be a good time for Edna to see his cock, particularly as he had a good stiff ‘morning glory’, and see what reaction he got from her.

‘Can’t stay in bed all day’ Bob said, leaning over and giving Edna another kiss on the lips, and at the same time, slipping his legs out of the bed and standing up

‘Oh, oh’ Enda uttered, as she saw Bob’s stiff cock, and quickly ducked her head under the bedclothes.

‘Come on, Edna. I know you are curious to see my dick, and I am happy for you to see it’ Bob said.

Slowly the top a head and eyes poked over the bedclothes, and Bob heard a muffled gasp as her eyes latched onto Bob’s ‘morning glory’.

‘Is this the first time you have seen one’ Bob asked, and he saw Edna’s head nod, although still half under the bedclothes.

‘Edna, as this is the first time you have seen one, I think you should have a closer view of it’ and walked up to the head of the bed, and a curious Edna moved her head partially over, although still only half visible, along to the edge of the bed where Bob’s cock was waiting.

Edna’s eyes were almost popping out of her head, as she gazed at Bob’s large stiff cock.

‘Give me your hand’ Bob said, and a hand appeared from beneath the bedclothes.

Bob took Edna’s hand and wrapped it around his cock and held it there ‘Now you can examine it, and with both hands if you like’ another hand appeared and joined the other, and the whole of Edna’s head with it, and Bob could see her eyes were really excited as she examined Bob’s cock. Gone was that serious expression, and Bob hoped forever.

After giving Edna ample time to examine it, Bob said ‘My turn now, Edna’ pushed the bedclothes back, and took hold of her ankles and pulled her around so that her legs from the knees down hanging over the