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Monday, 29 April 2019

Hot Summer Days

A marvellous coming-of-age story from Blushes Supplement 11, another one with R.T. Mason’s fingerprints on it, I think.
‘Forty-nine, Susan! You tell her, Adrian; there’s forty-nine.’
Adrian looked a bit hesitant. He had made several mental counts of this morning’s crop of Morning Glory flowers on the trellis and come up with numbers ranging from 46 to 50. He smiled. ‘Actually I think there’s forty-eight and a half!’
At this both girls, his cousin Susan and her friend Georgina, set upon him, giggling and grabbing his arms. He fought back but in only a token manner because they were both girls and also the contact with their firm but soft female bodies in their thin summer dresses was not at all unpleasant. In fact it was decidedly stimulating — though not too much, he hoped, that a certain part of his body would betray him.
Both girls were 17, a year older than Adrian and he rather thought himself in love with blonde and willowy Susan. Except on those two or three occasions when he’d been alone with brown-eyed, black-curly haired Georgina — when he thought he quite probably was in love with her. The problem was they were both awfully attractive, especially to Adrian who had no sisters nor any close girl friends at home.
He had been here four days now, staying with Susan and his Aunt Penny and Uncle Roger down here in the depths of Hampshire. It had been really hot all that time, even for August, and that was why there were so many Morning Glory flowers, Aunt Penny said, although by the same token they did not last very long.
The giggling struggle continued for a few moments, then he abruptly ceased his efforts, to see what they would do. Susan immediately grabbed his wrists and forced them behind his back. In a mock German accent she said. ‘Ve haff ways of making you make ze decision.
Her front was firmly against his front; rounded thighs and breasts pressing up against him through that thin yellow cotton dress. He suddenly realised it was too stimulating: he was unmistakably getting an erection. With pangs of embarrassment Adrian felt his stiffening penis thrust up against Susan’s rounded abdomen. And he could see in the blue eyes that were only inches from his that she felt it too!
He was abruptly saved from further mortification, though — because knowing Susan she would probably have immediately informed Georgina of the state he was in — by a call from the house.
It was Susan’s mother, his Aunt Penny, a very attractive lady herself in spite of being of course older — early thirties, presumably. Just how attractive she was Adrian had been fortunate enough to see on his very second day here, two days ago. Susan had been out, with Georgina, and he had gone looking for Aunt Penny. He found her, in her bedroom. Through the partially open door he saw her sitting at her dressing table with hardly anything on.
As he silently watched, trembling with excitement, she stood up. She had on only a white lace suspender belt and nylons, and a pair of high-heeled shoes. Her body was voluptuously rounded, with full but firm breasts carrying large dark-red nipples, and there was a thick swatch of black hair on her thing. It had really taken his breath away. He had got an erection, naturally, and right afterwards had to go to the bathroom and, well, do something about it. After that he was obviously quite a bit in love with Aunt Penny as well.
Adrian hadn’t seen the two girls nude yet, though you never knew your luck! Their breasts would not be as big as Aunt Penny’s, but they both definitely had something up front — Georgina especially. And smaller ones could be quite as nice as big ones. Susan’s had been very pleasant pressed up against his chest when she had hold of him — well, they had given him that erection, or at least contributed.
The call from the house was sufficient distraction for him to break away from Susan, and from Georgina who was also holding on to his arms at the back. He turned quickly to closely study some of the bright blue Morning Glory blooms, while willing his errant organ to resume its resting state. The flowers would not last long. It was now about nine and already hot; they would be drooping by eleven.
‘What will she want?’ he asked.
Probably wants me to go down to the shop. Can’t you go Adrian?’
‘Oh, I’m a guest here,’ he answered, now thankfully more or less back to normal. The three of them started walking back up the garden. He wouldn’t mind going down to the village shop on the bike they’d borrowed for him, but on the other hand he quite liked the idea of being in the house alone with Aunt Penny. He thought once more of those big firm breasts with their equally big nipples. And that other, down below. Cripes! He wondered what it would be like doing it to Aunt Penny. Fucking her. He savoured the word. Undoubtedly out of this world, fantastic.
It was all right to think of fucking Aunt Penny of course she wasn’t his real aunt; Uncle Roger had remarried. The same went for Susan who wasn’t his real cousin.
Thinking of fucking Aunt Penny naturally brought on thoughts of Uncle Roger, who obviously could fuck Aunt Penny every single night if he wanted to. If you did want to do it all the time at 35 years old, which was Uncle Roger’s age. Maybe you didn’t. He quite liked Uncle Roger although naturally he was a bit jealous of him on account of he, Adrian, was in love with Aunt Penny and Uncle Roger was in bed with her every night doing whatever he wanted with her.
Adrian also wondered what it would be like doing it to the two girls, Susan and Georgina. Had they done it yet? Susan might have, she was quite friendly with this boy in the village, Stan, who was older, maybe 19. And if he was 19 and Susan 17 he might just make her do it as a condition of being friendly with her. That thought made Adrian feel a bit sick. He himself hadn’t done it yet of course; well, have a heart, he was only 16. Some of the boys at school claimed to have done it but you know that 90% of them at least were simply idle boasters.
He thought how really super it would be to start with Aunt Penny, maybe even better than Bo Derek, or at least just as good. Bo Derek was his screen idol and he had taken her knickers off on innumerable occasions. Unfortunately only in his mind, though. But Aunt Penny… and especially with Uncle Roger being out at work all day!
Susan went off to the shop, Georgina going with her, and in fact they were out most of the morning. Probably chatting to boys, thought Adrian with a slight pang when eventually Susan did return. They might even have been doing it with boys.
His own morning alone with Aunt Penny had not produced any momentous developments. She had not for instance asked him to help her get her clothes off for her bath; or come into his room nude with those big tits swaying and invite him to examine any part of her he wanted to, so that he could be more familiar with the human female form. ‘Of course you can see where babies come from, Adrian: it’s a perfectly natural thing for a boy to want. What position would you like me in: shall I lie on the table?’
He didn’t really expect her to do these things, but he did like to fantasise about them. And either because of the presence of the two girls and the mother or due to the hot sultry weather, his fantasies seemed hotter than ever.
‘Where is Georgina and what’re we doing after lunch?’ he inquired of his cousin when she did return. He had found her sprawled in an armchair in the drawing room, her skirt carelessly high so that a glimpse of the crotch of her knickers (pale blue) could be seen.
‘A: gone home; B: don’t know; and C, will you get me a drink, youth. Gin-and-tonic would be heavenly but I will settle for lemonade.’
After persuading her to address him as ‘Kind sir’ rather than ‘Youth’ he went out and came back with two glasses of lemonade. He sat down in a chair opposite — where he could keep an eye on those rounded thighs and the pale blue knickers.
Adrian repeated. ‘What shall we do this afternoon. I’m your guest remember. There must be something exciting to do in this old dump.’
He didn’t really think it was a dump: in fact the house, a Georgian rectory, and its acre of gardens — which included those Morning Glories — were really beautiful. And the village and indeed this whole part of Hampshire — all very attractive and really a super contrast to his own home in Bristol. In other circumstances he would have found it all tremendous, the problem was these three females — Aunt Penny and Georgina and this Susan now sitting opposite him.
He was just not used to it, that was the trouble. At home there was only his mother and although she was obviously very beautiful, for a 35-year-old woman anyway, he had no wish to go to bed with his mother, have a heart. Though Simon Harrison at school claimed he went to bed with his mother. His father was away in the army and Simon said he did it all the time with her, said it was his duty as his father was away. He said his mother was really good at doing it and he wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else. Well, Adrian didn’t know whether to believe him or not. It wasn’t natural but on the other hand animals, cats for instance, were quite happy fucking their mothers. But we weren’t animals, were we?
Anyway, the fact was that for Adrian there was no sexual interest at home and then suddenly here he was with these three females and their extremely desirable female bodies. And with all this hot weather he was anyway more horny than usual, so that everything else was driven right out of his mind.
Susan looked at him over-the top of her glass. ‘There are rather exciting things which happen. You would be surprised. But I don’t think it would be suitable for an immature young stripling of 16 to know about them.’
He said, ‘Ahah! That’s the oldest trick in the world. You say you have a secret but it’s so secret that you can’t reveal it. We could all have secrets like that!’
Susan gave him a long look, then got up and came to sit on the arm of his chair. She leant over him.
‘All right, sweet boy. If you’ll promise never to tell a soul I will reveal the secret to you. This afternoon!’
He opened his eyes wide. ‘Promise?’ she asked.
He said yes. She bent over and quickly kissed him on the mouth. Then ran out of the room calling out to her mother to ask if the lunch was ready.
They were in a stretch of overgrown woods full of young growth with branches which if you weren’t careful, as you pushed through, whipped back in your face. Did they have to go through here? he had asked Susan who was now a couple of yards ahead. Yes, they did; because they must not be seen!
It was the rear of this Major Barker’s grounds apparently, which was on the other side of the village from Susan’s house, a 10 minute bike ride. He and Susan had ridden over right after lunch, hidden their bikes in the hedge, then had to get over this wall, about six foot, and then they were in these woods.
He had to give Susan a bunk up over the wall and in the process had got a good view of her knickers. Pale blue and nice and tight over her round buttocks and also, when she had to put one leg up to get over the wall, the tight round bulge between her legs. That had been pretty good, getting a look at that, but struggling through the trees was something else. Adrian just hoped the great surprise was going to be worth it because Susan would give no indication as to what it was. Just repeatedly making him promise and swear that he would never tell a soul.
After some 50 yards of struggling through the trees and undergrowth Susan stopped and waited for him to catch up. ‘We’re almost there. Keep your head down and try not to move any branches.’
And a little further on he could see they were at the edge of the wood. Just outside there was a kind of summer-house with, beyond, flower borders and lawns. The summer-house was right on the edge of the garden proper. Susan had a plastic mac with her and they sat down on it where they could see out. She said they might have a bit of a wait. ‘What for?’ he asked. Susan just smiled mysteriously.
It would be a good opportunity to start something but he wasn’t really sure how to go about it. He recalled that kiss she had given him before lunch: probably just a tease. That youth in the village, Stan, if he had had her like this and they had to wait he would probably just start fucking her. He really hated that character.
Susan lay on her back looking up at the trees. She raised one leg, revealing softly rounded thighs. She said, ‘You were getting rather excited this morning, Adrian.’
‘What d’you mean?’ he asked, though obviously he had a pretty good idea.
‘You know. When I had hold of you by the Morning Glories. As Miss Fairley our Biology Mistress would say, you started to get sexually aroused. Your thing was getting big. Does that happen all the time to a boy?’
Adrian had time to think that (a) this query seemed to imply less familiarity on Susan’s part with the human male than he had supposed, and (b) if Susan was going to talk about it he would probably get another erection. And he wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of that or not. But then Susan suddenly said ‘Hey!’
Coming down the lawn towards the summer-house were two figures. One was a man, fiftyish, a military moustache, presumably this Major Barker. And the other was a girl whom he recognised. Susan had briefly introduced him to her in the village. Clare something-or-other, 16 or 17, quite pretty with shoulder-length curly brown hair. The two of them were obviously going in the summer-house and though he had no idea what was to happen, Adrian experienced a wave of excitement.
Susan made a hissing sound indicating silence, then tiptoed forward out of the wood and up against the back of the summer-house which was only about a foot away. Silently she indicated some small gaps in the wood planking, and Adrian saw that with your eye to one of these you had a clear view inside.
There were seats round the walls with cushions on them, plus a couple of other chairs and a table. The Major was sitting on an upright chair and Clare was standing in front of him. She had on just a green and white check dress and sandals, with a green ribbon tying back her hair.
You couldn’t only see, Adrian realised, you could hear pretty well also. As he adjusted his position he heard Clare say, ‘I can’t stay long though, Major; my mum’s expecting me back.’
The Major’s voice was sort of military, like you might expect in an ex-army officer. What he said, though, was perhaps not so expected. ‘All right, we won’t take long. What knickers have you got on?’
Clare, apparently not at all disconcerted by this, answered, ‘The pink ones you bought me.’
‘Let me see.’
And Clare, standing close in front of the Major, simply lifted the skirt of the green and white dress up round her waist. The knickers were pink — semi-transparent pink in fact because you could see the dark of her bush through the brief tight pants. Adrian felt his heart picking up speed.
Moments later it was going like an express train, as Major Barker simply reached out and skimmed Clare’s knickers down, to her knees. The bush was now bare, like Aunt Penny’s had been. Not as big as Aunt Penny’s of course but, well, quite a lot of hair for a young-looking girl like Clare.
Goggle-eyed, he gazed through the crack — as the Major proceeded to place Clare over his lap. At this point Adrian naturally had a stiff erection and at this point also he suddenly felt Susan’s hand on his arm, and her breath hot in his ear.
Is it exciting?’ she hissed. And at the same time her hand came down and around. and took hold of the bulge in the front of his trousers.
It was simply mind-blowing. In the summer-house Major Barker had Clare over his lap and was proceeding to spank her bare bottom, his hand coming crisply down on the soft round cheeks; while behind the summer-house Susan… well, she hissed ‘Keep still!’ and simply unzipped his pants. And reached in his underpants and pulled it out: his erection, quivering and seemingly bigger than it had ever been before.
She started stroking it… while inside the Major was smacking away at Clare’s bottom. It was the most incredible experience Adrian had and in no time at all his stuff was spurting out. Splattering onto the weather-beaten planks which formed the rear of Major Barker’s summer-house.
Without quite knowing how they’d got there Adrian realised they were back at the other side of the woods next to the wall. He must have been walking in a dream, his thoughts riveted on that fantastic dual happening: and he didn’t know which was more fantastic, Major Barker spanking Clare’s bottom or Susan bringing him off like that. He vaguely realised Susan was putting her mac down again, next to the wall, and saying, ‘Let’s sit down for a bit.’
They sat down. Susan smiled and said, ‘Your stuff went all over the Major’s summer-house. I wonder if it’ll leave a stain?’
His head was at last clearing somewhat. The events seemed more fantastic than ever. Susan said, ‘Your thing’s pretty big, isn’t it — I mean for 16. How long does it take before you can do it again? Our biology Mistress said it takes a certain time.’
Adrian wasn’t sure he liked himself being discussed in this manner. Anyway what a question: for one thing it could easily lead into the matter of his playing with it himself — those really great sessions with Bo Derek for instance — and he wasn’t prepared to discuss that.
‘You were pretty cool, doing that to me,’ he said. ‘Do you do that to every boy you’re with?’
Susan coloured slightly. ‘Of course not. It was just, well, I was really excited too. And I really wanted to see it. It’s natural to be curious, you know.’
He decided to bite the bullet. ‘Haven’t you seen Stan’s then?’
She flushed. ‘Of course not!’
‘I thought he was you’re boyfriend.’
‘No, not really. We just lark about. Sometimes he smooches me a bit, and gives me a feel. But that’s all.’
Even this was enough to produce a pang in Adrian. What did ‘giving her a feel’ mean anyway? But he decided to leave that alone for the moment. There was as yet undiscussed that other fantastic business. Clare and Major Barker. For one thing how had Susan known about it?
She again coloured slightly. ‘Oh I know she goes there. The Major pays her. And she happened to say she was going this afternoon. So I thought… you might be interested.’
Did Major Barker do it a lot then? To other girls? Susan off handedly said she thought there was another girl. There was something about the way she said it…
‘Does he do it to you? And Georgina?’
Susan went a bright red. ‘Of course not!
Adrian didn’t really know whether to believe Susan or not. He wanted to believe her — because the thought of either Susan or Georgina letting the Major spank and fondle their bare bottoms as he had done to Clare… well, it was a really sick-making thought, the way Adrian felt about them. But there were bound to be doubts in his mind, with Susan knowing all about Clare and the Major and also the way she had blushed when he asked her.
They had stayed a bit longer there by the wall, sitting or sort of lying on Susan’s mac. She had wanted to have another look at his thing, but when he said, ‘OK, if you’ll take your knickers off,’ she said, ‘Oh no, I’m not doing that.’ Why not? Oh it was different for a girl; but Adrian didn’t see that it was different at all. She kissed him though, which made him feel all woozy and she also let him feel her tits which was pretty good as well. What with all this he naturally was more in love with Susan than ever and the thought that she just might go in that summer-house with Major Barker… it was like a sharp knife stuck in him.
Those doubts were naturally not going to go away immediately and they were still there next morning at breakfast, lurking below the surface. The reason they were under the surface and not at the more conscious level of his mind was that at breakfast his thoughts were mostly on Aunt Penny. Aunt Penny did not get dressed for breakfast but came down in her dressing-gown — a super pink quilted affair, knee-length and buttoning all down the front.
What was so good about this was the thought that underneath it Aunt Penny was probably bare — and certainly would have no knickers on. Adrian was pretty sure she didn’t wear a nightgown: well it was very hot, and also he could never see any sign of one below the hem of the pink gown. And he had one morning dropped his spoon on the floor so that he had to get down under the table and was able to get a better look. There were her super knees on show, and also a bit of thigh, but nothing else to be seen.
So sitting at the breakfast table was pretty exciting. The thought of nothing under the gown and the further thought that you could just possibly slip your hand under the table and up under the gown… and encounter nothing but warm bare flesh, and ultimately that spectacular bush of black hair…
Those were Adrian’s thoughts this breakfast time but then… Aunt Penny was going to take him into Southbourne (the nearest town) that morning to get him some new plimsolls. She casually inquired if Susan wanted to come and Susan replied, seemingly over-casually, ‘No thanks…’
Adrian’s ears pricked up. For some reason those lurking thoughts rose to the surface. ‘What are you going to do?’ he asked.
Susan answered, ‘Oh nothing much.’ But she seemed to flush, and his mind went immediately back to yesterday when she had similarly flushed in saying ‘Certainly not!’ to his question about the Major. All seductive thoughts of what was under Aunt Penny’s gown abruptly disappeared.
After breakfast he made the routine visit to the Morning Glories with Susan who was keeping a record in her diary. She counted and said 37, Adrian agreed without really counting himself. Then Susan suddenly pulled him into the corner by the greenhouse.
‘Hello, sexy Adrian!’ she said. Then kissed him, putting her tongue in his mouth. His penis automatically responded and Susan immediately slid her hand down and started stroking it through his trousers. But all this just made Adrian feel more sick than ever because for some reason he was certain Susan was going to Major Barker’s.
He broke away from her, saying he didn’t feel like that sort of thing, then asked her if she was going out. ‘Yes, I’ve got to see Georgina.’ What were they going to do?
She lightly punched his arm. ‘You’re very nosy, young Adrian.’
He went off by himself, mooching about the garden. He wasn’t due to go to town until 10. At half past nine he saw Susan go out, on her bike.
He looked desperately around, then made up his mind. The very worst thing was not knowing. He went in the house, to find Aunt Penny. Her voice answered him from upstairs. ‘I’m up here, Adrian. In my room.’
He went up. ‘Come in,’ she called, ‘I’m just about decent.’ She had on a full blue skirt but above the waist there was only a white bra. She was holding up a white blouse which she was evidently about to put on, raised arms also raising the full heavy-looking breasts.
Adrian gulped. Aunt Penny smiled. ‘I’m almost ready. It’s going to be very hot again, I’m afraid.’
Trying not to stare at the brassiered breasts, he stammered, I…I just remembered. This boy in the village… I really promised I’d see him…’
Twenty minutes later, sweating a bit, he was back behind Major Barker’s summer-house. His heart had been pounding as he struggled through the trees but there was no one in sight: no one to be seen in the garden or the summer-house. And now he felt he was just being stupid: the girls weren’t here, it had simply been his over-vivid imagination. And he could have been driving into Southbourne, just him and Aunt Penny. With Aunt Penny’s super big tits next to him, and her super nyloned knees that if he felt really bold he could just reach out and put a hand on.
And she might just decide to stop somewhere on the way, for a picnic perhaps. And she would lie out on a blanket and pull her skirt up as she wanted to get some sun. And ask him if he would take her nylons off for her, adding, ‘I didn’t put any knickers on this morning as it seemed so hot…’
He stayed there, in the wood behind the summer-house, for about half an hour. Then finally convinced how really stupid he was, he got up to go. As he did so he saw them coming across the lawn. Three figures today, not two. Yes, Major Barker and Susan and Georgina.
He felt he was going to be sick, that he couldn’t bear to stay and watch what was going to happen; but on the other hand he couldn’t leave, he felt rooted to the spot.
The three of them went in the summer-house. The Major, with his arm round Susan, said he hadn’t seen them for a while.
Susan said. ‘Well, we’ve been rather busy. For one thing I’ve got my cousin staying…’
‘Well, well. But now you are here let’s have a look at you.’
He sat down on his chair. ‘Up with your skirts then. Let’s see your knickers.’
Both girls, standing in front of the Major, lifted their skirts up round their waists. Their knickers were like the ones Clare had had on: semi-transparent that is, Georgina’s white, Susan’s pink. Major Barker gazed… Through the crack in the wall Adrian also gazed… and cringed.
Major Barker said, ‘let’s see; shall it be sweet Susan first?’
And there then followed a double session of what had taken place the day before. First Susan and then Georgina: knickers slipped down by the Major, then taken over his lap, skirt pulled up round her waist and the Major’s hand then coming crisply down: smack!… smack!… smack!… on the soft but firm buttocks.
Georgina stood watching, skirt held high, while Susan got it, then she went over his lap. Susan, a bit red In the face but seeming not too bothered, pulled up her knickers and then went to sit on one of the cushioned seats. While Major Barker’s hand continued rising and falling…
And behind the summer-house? Poor Adrian couldn’t help watching. It was a sickening sight, those two girls he was in love with letting Major Barker bare their bottoms like this and then with obvious lecherous pleasure spank them. How could they let this Dirty Old Man do this? But at the same time the scene had an awful fascination and it was also sickeningly exciting. More so than any of those steamy sessions he’d had with Bo Derek. His trouser front was open and his penis was quiveringly stiff in his hand. And before Georgina’s spanking was over, the rear of Major Barker’s summer-house had received another splattering.
Directly after he had obtained this relief Adrian retreated back into the wood. Susan believed him to be in Southbourne but there was always the chance of her wandering out.
Numb, he rode back to the house. There would be no one in. Aunt Penny in Southbourne, so at least he wouldn’t have to talk to anyone in the really awful state he was in. When he arrived, though, there was a car in the driveway, a Humber, that he hadn’t seen before. He parked the bike round the back, and went in the open kitchen door.
Inside he could hear the murmur of voices coming from the drawing room. Could it be burglars? He silently approached. No, the door was slightly ajar and he could hear Aunt Penny’s voice plus that of a man he didn’t recognise. Aunt Penny’s voice said. ‘The children should be out until lunchtime… but they could always come back early.’
The man’s voice, persuasive. ‘Penny darling, there’s plenty of time. We’ll go upstairs, in your room. Then if one of them does come back we’d hear.’
Aunt Penny’s voice was not enthusiastic. ‘I don’t know… I suppose if you must. But Charles, if you want to use that cane, please not so hard. Last time I was marked for two days. And if Roger saw it… well, it’s not the sort of thing you can easily explain to your husband.’
On tip-toe, his heart in his mouth Adrian crept back outside. If what he had heard meant anything at all it was so mind-boggling that it left all that had happened in Major Barker’s summer-house standing at the gate.
At any rate he would soon see: because outside the house on the side of Aunt Penny’s and Uncle Roger’s bedroom was a large conker tree. He had climbed it one afternoon and knew that, hidden in its branches. you could get a good view right into the bedroom. With all thought of Susan and Georgina forgotten he shinned up the tree.
Things were even better than they might have been because the window was wide open. A clear view! The room was empty: then Aunt Penny and a man came in.
He was not someone Adrian had seen before, tall and dark, maybe a bit older than Aunt Penny and Uncle Roger. He was in ordinary trousers and shirt and in his hand he had a cane. A cane like the Head had at school for laying into the more backsliding elements.
Could Adrian really believe this? It was like a dream, unreal, but it was happening all right as he peered out from his leafy green hideout. It was happening all right and if he wasn’t careful he would fall out of the tree in excitement…
Aunt Penny, in white blouse and that full blue skirt, undid whatever fastened the skirt and stepped out of it. Underneath she had brief tight white knickers plus a white suspender belt for her nylons. The brief knickers barely covered the ripe cheeks of her bottom. When she had the skirt off the man took her arm and pushed her down over the foot of the bed, then yanked the knickers down, taking them tight off. Aunt Penny’s bottom was bare, two full round globes with some of that black hair showing where her thighs started.
The man fiddled around with her for a bit, adjusting her position, then he stood back a step with the cane in his hand, and brought it whipping down squarely across the full bare bum.
Aunt Penny gave a gasping yelp which was not surprising because it must have really stung. Her bottom jerked and wriggled and Adrian could see that the cane had left a distinct red stripe.
The man, with an intent look on his face, gave Aunt Penny six altogether. Then he dropped the cane on the floor and unfastened his trousers. Adrian saw his thing, really big, jutting stiffly out, and then he was down on Aunt Penny with her still lying on her front over the bed. And he just started doing it — fucking her — in that position. Like Adrian had seen dogs do, or cats. It didn’t look like Aunt Penny was objecting at all either.
Adrian had seen enough. With his limbs all trembling he climbed down out of the tree, and feeling rather faint wandered off away from the house down the garden. He found himself in that corner behind the greenhouse where the Morning Glories were. He sat down. It was all just unbelievable. First Susan and Georgina and now Aunt Penny. How could they do these things! He felt quite shattered. In tune with this mood he saw that this morning’s crop of Morning Glories which two hours earlier were blooming so brilliantly, were now all withered.
At the same time. though, the plants had hundreds more buds coming on, all sizes, some large and fat ready to bloom tomorrow. Was there a moral here? Because if he didn’t have those foolish love feelings towards the girls and Aunt Penny his life would be blooming afresh too. Because he could clearly use what he had seen to his advantage. Uncle Roger would obviously go raving mad if he knew what Aunt Penny was up to; and the girls — would they want everyone to know what went on in Major Barker’s summer-house?
No, if he could only toughen up, with the knowledge that he now had, he could… well, blackmail was not a nice word, but just say he could persuade them to do what he wanted. All his fantasies could become reality. He thought of Aunt Penny’s ripe body, and the slimmer but eminently nubile forms of the two girls. He might even try a bit of spanking and caning himself — as a prelude of course to what the man in Aunt Penny’s room had finished up doing.
Yes, if he could toughen up, his life rather than withering on the vine would be blooming as never before.


  1. The artwork at the top of this story is wonderful. I wonder if it's a one off, as I don't remember seeing other line art that realistic in the magazine. If you look closely you can see the girl is crying. Has she already been dealt with, or does she know she's got it coming? The references in the story to Bo Derek date it nicely. I'm pleased for the Major that he has a good thing going with young Clare and the others.

  2. An unusual story for Blushes being, as it is, mainly about a young man's sexual awakening. Very well written though and I enjoyed it. Had a nice dreamy quality about it.