Look, honestly, it was like this. My fiancee Emma knew that Richard fancied her. He fancied her with a nasty youth urgent glances desire. But Richard is my nephew right and he's a fresh faced kid of 22. Emma and i are in our late thirties and Richard is just a kid, that's all he is and all he can ever be. Richard is the sort of brash musical kid that totes an electric guitar and wishes women threw their panties up the stage. Richard is the sort of ego groove guy that thinks he's got a twelve inch tool between his legs, but knows deep down that all he really has is attitude!
We were travelling up to Edinburgh for the festival, next day, on the train. Somehow, Richard arranged to tag along. He told us he had binned this young bitch because her parents had a hang up about him fucking her around at their house. He said it was just fine. All the oldies should hang loose and let their daughter take a length whilst they pretended to listen to Radio 3 and acted cultured. He said it with bravado, and Emma smiled.
That night, before we travelled, my babe took hold of my cock, down beneath the sheets and she kissed me.
'I could use him,' she whispered, 'tease the hell out of him all week long in Edinburgh, enslave him to my body, drain him and then tell him he's just a pathetic brat!'
She stroked gently on my cock. i thought about her, in one of those leather hot pants that she wore. i thought of her looking at brat boy, crossing her legs in such a way that he would long to push his dick inside her. I thought of her taking his cock out of his skin tight jeans and then emptying it all over the carpet like a poppyseed dressing bottle.
'God, you bitch, that's just brilliant babe!' I groaned softly. Emma knows how to work a cock. She knows how to drag your mind down to that level. in the end, at base, we're all instinct right? We need to fuck because that's the gene directive. Get your leg over, open your cunny for a good shafting!
'I reckon he jerks, thinking about me Dave. i reckon he can't stop thinking about licking my clitty and then me riding his stiffy' she teased.
I grunted. That was almost too much. She almost milked me then!
'He's just a tosser kid Em babe. There are dozens like him' i assured her, through clenched teeth.
She kissed my ear, rubbing, always rubbing my cock.
'Do you mind if I take him then, just to destroy him? Do you mind if i drain his young prick and then yawn?'
Dear god, that was almost too much. I nearly spurted!
'Of course, ' she mused teasing her fingers around my heavy balls, and up and down my stiff shaft, 'if you went down on me afterwards and licked his mess, then he would have won...wouldn't he Dave?'
I fucked her then. i had to. She had driven me mad with those dirty, taunting ideas. I pushed her forward over the bed, so her tits swing, and i thumped my cock inside her with the most brutal thrusts. 'You teasing fucking bitch!' i growled as i jqgged inside her.
Next morning, she came down to breakfast in a little leather skirt that thought it was a slouch belt. Honest, there was nothing to it. When she walked towards the table you saw her hips move beneath the leather. On top of the black wee skirt, she wore a black boob tube and a leather cord boho pendant necklace. Her tits looked as though they were off on holiday because the top barely contained them.
'Neat pendant' i said pecking her on the cheek as she sat down beside me at the breakfast table. She glanced at brat boy.
'Richard gave it to me, for the festival. He said with my little leather jacket i would look like a rock chick.'
The dirty little fucker grinned. He looked as though he'd remembered our get together anniversary and had gifted Emma whilst i cast around for excuses. I grimaced.
'Still a nice pendant Emma babe, despite the source. You're an ingratiating little fuck wit ain't you?!' i sneered at him.
There i thought. Emma smiled, she loved it. She loved it setting me off about brat boy. Last night, as I'd banged into her I said she could take him if she wanted, but it would be a dire disappointment.
We finished breakfast and she kissed the little shit, a thank you for the pendant. His hands grabbed her arse and pulled her close to him like he was some black lothario. She didn't smack his hands away did she. She was working the minds.
Our carriage was near the front end of the train, and i was carrying most of the gear. I'd got the mandolin with me, and some music sheets i hoped to hawk around. Brat boy was travelling light, just a holdall and he walked ahead of me with Emma. I called him brat boy, of course i did, he was so young. But side by side with my girl, I had tio admit it, he was taller than her and broader chested than i recalled. Gymn weights i thought. The little bastard was a gym weasel. I stowed the gear in the over head locker and by the time i saty down, I saw them opposite me, the other side of the formica topped table. They were side by side, his hand beneath the surface. He was in by the window and she was snug in close.
I gave Emm my 'over here, to master' look and she glanced out of the window. No, that wouldn't work today would it? I'd been meant to explode in her hand last night and the cocky little madam resented it., She checked her watch, we were leaving on time.
'Need a coffee Dave, you fetching them darling?' she asked.
'We've only just had breakfast!' i reminded her.
'Still...' she said petulantly.
The brat boy smirked. I thought to myself, you're a fucking siren Emma babe. You're a right cock tease. i also liked it. I would have liked it more had the little bastard not smirked.
Half of London was queing for coffee in the dining car that morning. I made polite conversation. Yeah, going up for the festival. Taking my stupid nephew with me. You had to educate them somehow! The woman smiled. 'They think we're old at thirty!' she said. Well I didn't. Brat boy had ordered black coffee. The woman watched me as I spat into the liquid and popped the lid back on the cup. She pulled a 'that's not very nice face'.
I mused on the way back,. Emm, you're not going to fuck him, surely? His bloody ego would soar like a Zeppelin. He claim thst Unc Dave must surely be in terminal decline. Forward through two carriages, past a myriad passengers. i almost passed our reserved seats because when i gort there, they were damned well empty. Christ, they'd left the train i thought! No, that was impossible. There hadn't been a station, there hadn't even been a pause on the line. i glanced at the old woman across the aisle and gave her my 'where'd they go?' expression. She studied me for a moment, remembered that i had sat near her and said, 'he's taken his girlfriend for a leg stretch.'
'She's not his fucking girlfriend!' I snapped.
