Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... her smile again. “So, let’s get this straight. If I can find someone who’d be willing to let you make love to them, knowing it’s your first time and everything, you promise to keep your mouth shut about me being a lap-dancer?” “Yeah, that’s right,” I said with confidence. “How long are you in Blackpool for?” she asked “Err, we go home tomorrow.” “Oh crikey. I have someone in mind Ricky, but I’m not sure whether they’ll be available at such short notice. I could try Poppy or Daisy but that’s going to cost me a whole lot more rent, your mates will be pissed off with you and start asking more questions. Do you like either of those?” “Yeah, but they’re a bit skinny for me. You’re right about Dave and Ringo. It looks like they’re having too much fun. Can you try the other person? Does she live in your house too?” “You could say that. Just leave it with me. We’re here now. I’ll see if she’s around.” She pulled through some big iron gates and onto a long drive which led to a huge detached stone built house. As she parked at the side of the gravel path leading to her front door, she operated the dividing screen and it slowly started its decent. I couldn’t help but look behind me to see what was going on and was a little disappointed to see the two girls pulling their coats back around their scantily clad bodies. I got out of the car first and walked round to open Aunt Wanda’s door. “Nice pad,” I commented as she stepped out. “Part of the divorce settlement too?” “It helped, but ...

... I’ve only been here for four years, the rest of it was down to hard work. I’m good at my job you know,” she said with a mischievous grin on her face. Dave helped Poppy out of one side of the car and Ringo aided Daisy at the other. I’d never seen either of my friends look so happy. Not even when we won the Casio keyboard at Bingo. “I must say Wanda,” said Daisy linking arms with Ringo and walking over, “these are some fine young men you found us. You can do this more often. Drummer boy here not only looks and feels divine but he has the touch of a god.” “I have to agree,” chipped in Poppy, “look at my handsome devil.” She rubbed the palm of her hand slowly up Dave’s chest and gently squeezed his bum with her other hand. I don’t think Ringo and Dave could have been any happier at that moment if I’d told them they’d just won a million on the lottery. We hurried inside, out of the rain and I was hoping the two girls were going to hang their coats up. No such luck. We walked through the hallway into a big lounge which housed two huge sofas, a very expensive looking coffee table and a massive widescreen TV. “Whoaaaa,” said Dave, “nice place Wanda.” Ringo and I nodded our heads in joint approval. Aunt Wanda smiled at us. “Thanks boys. Would you like a drink while us ladies go freshen up?” “G and T for me please,” I said. “Got any mataxa?” asked Ringo “Yes I have. Nice to see a young man with taste. What about you?” asked Aunt Wanda to Dave. “Vodka martini, shaken, not stirred,” he ...