[The story so far: I've recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I've met a woman (Angela) and we've been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. Then one night, the babysitter (Samantha) that normally looks after my son had stayed the night to give her father, a widow, the house to himself on his first date since his wife died. I'd gone out for a drink, and come back home forgetting that Samantha was staying. Angela turned up, and we'd ended up with me coming all over her face in a good old "money shot" - and I saw movement in the dark hallway that must have been Samantha watching from the shadows. Angela and I went to bed, and wanked each other off while Angela talked to me about how Samantha might have joined us and begged me to take her virginity, ending the Angela rimming Samantha as she straddled me. We'd both had intense orgasms as a result fantasy, and then slept and had more anal sex in the morning.... ]
We were both in need of a shower, so we took one together. Obviously, we both got aroused, spending some time washing, stroking, and playing with each other. We both were getting turned on, but we didn't take it any further.
We then got dressed and headed downstairs for a much-needed breakfast. Mid-way through, Samantha arrived with Daniel from their morning out.
Shit, here goes, I thought, expecting something to be said about last night. But Samantha was discretion itself. We all chatted about the weather, the games that Samantha and Daniel had played in the park, our respective plans for the weekend, and so on. I did catch Samantha looking at me, at my groin, and Angela's breasts and neck a few times, as though she was re-imagining the night before when she'd seen me wank and come over Angela. But she looked away quickly each time, so I wasn't quite sure if that was actually what was going on. I couldn't even tell it she was disgusted, curious, or simply amazed that people of our age had such active sex lives.
I still couldn't work her out - she seemed very quiet, and somewhat demure. But she was a bit worldly-wise, as she demonstrated that she was quite sure a few nights ago when Angela and I had come back "for an early night" after our meal, and Samantha was quite sure that I wasn't being truthful. And yet, someone at 18, who I was reasonably sure had a nice body even though she kept it covered up, couldn't still be inexperienced, could she? She wasn't THAT bad looking, and was certainly confident enough for it once you broke through her initial quietness.
Anyway, Angela left to go do her weekend shopping, leaving Samantha and I downstairs while Daniel went out into the garden to play catch with the boy next door over our fence.
I waited to see what she would say. She didn't seem to be about to say anything, as she was avoiding my eyes, so I broke the ice.
"Have you heard from your Dad? How did his date go?"
Her eyes met mine at last. "Oh, yes! Apparently it went very well. They're even going out again later in the week, so it must have been good."
"That's good," I said, "I like your Dad. He deserves to have someone special in his life."
"Yeah ... I guess so."
"What's the matter? Are you not so keen on the idea?"
"Well... it's been just Dad and I for so long, with David living away from home." I'd forgotten about David, her elder brother, as she rarely mentioned him. "It's odd to think that there might be another woman around..."
I reached out to put my hand comfortably on her shoulder, speaking more softly. "Samantha, this probably sounds really harsh of me, but it's been a while since your Mum died. Don't you think it's time to let your Dad have someone else who loves him?"
"But I love him? Isn't that enough? Why ruin the routine we've got going. Nobody can replace Mum, nobody!" Tears were welling up in the corner of her eyes. Obviously, she'd not had a chance to talk about this to her Dad, her brother, or her friend, and it was all coming out now.
"Samantha, I'm sure your Dad is delighted that you and he are so close - any father would be glad to have you as a daughter - but he's obviously reached a point where he needs more than just a daughter in his life. He needs a woman who loves him for who he is, not just because he's her Dad. And he's not trying to replace your Mum. Lord knows, I've seen the look in his eyes when he speaks about her, and there's no way he's trying to forget or replace her. He's just ready for someone to love. Someone who can love him back."
She started to cry, so I pulled her in close for a hug, and she hugged me back strongly. The part of me that had recently been having a lot of fantastic sex (including the fantasy about Samantha that Angela had used to bring us both off the night before) started showing interest, feeling the warmth of her breath blowing through the gaps between my shirt buttons, and her surprisingly large breasts press against me (Why does she wear such baggy clothes instead of showing these pups off? I thought).
"Sssshhhh," I said, smoothing her hair, rocking her slightly side to side. "I'm sure this date is a lovely woman, but your Dad's still going to be pleased to see you back at home today, after being away all night."
She sobbed something vaguely affirmative, and reached up to dry her eyes. As she did so, her hand brushed against my groin. I don't think she noticed, but my prick did, and I could feel it start to respond even faster. Shit!. I tried to push Samantha away slightly, breaking the contact we had as a result of the hug, but she just hugged me back and said into my chest, "Just hold me a bit longer Andy." Oh fuck what am I going to do? I panicked, my cock swelling further despite me telling it to get down, as the little voice at the back of my head said "Maybe she wants the hug to continue so that she can feel me get hard against her."
Luckily, just then, Daniel came back in, saw us hugging, and asked what was wrong. Samantha pulled away quickly ... Did she press her body up against my prick as she pulled away there?...wiping her eyes, and crouched down to be at Daniel's height. "It's OK Danny, I'm just being silly. I hurt myself there and your dad was making it all better." Daniel reached for her hand, then mine, and lead us into the garden saying "OK. Come look what we've found, Dad!" all excited.
There at the bottom of the garden, was a bird's nest that had fallen out of the tree, an egg somehow miraculously still inside it and unscathed. I got a ladder and some rubber gloves, and gingerly climbed up it to place the nest back roughly where I thought it had been, using the gloves to avoid my scent getting on it. Samantha was holding the ladder whilst Daniel watched excitedly from the bottom, and his next-door friend called out for me to be careful. I came back down the ladder, which Samantha was holding steady. But I slipped a bit on some mud that that I'd left on the ladder on the way up, and as she reached quickly for me, her hand landed prime on my ass. I climbed down the last few steps, and she pulled her hand away at an appropriate point. But as I turned to put the ladder back, I could see her look down at her hand and pull it up to cup her cheek. My cock throbbed again...
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Samantha left shortly after that, with more assurances from me that everything would be back to normal between her and her Dad, and Daniel and I went swimming. I always love swimming, partly because Daniel loves it so much, and partly because for a man of my age, I'm in pretty good shape. Hell, I'm in a lot better shape that a lot of twenty year olds. I regularly catch women checking out my butt or my chest, and a few times, one of the local vamps has run her hand down my flat stomach whilst chatting to me, or rested her hand on my arse if I'm bending over to pick up Daniel, or made sure I got any eyeful of her surgery-enhanced cleavage as she leaned over in front of me, or leaned away from me to show her admittedly delightful ass and the camels' hoof of her mound. But that much wanton sexuality turns me off - as I mentioned earlier, I like the more subtle approach, where women leave enough on show to catch a man's attention, but no more. A little mystery is a wonderful thing, even if that mystery is wrapped up on something so sheer that it reveals everything underneath - it's still a delight to find that the real thing is actually as pleasant as it looks when covered up
Plus of course, swimming is a chance to eye up some of the local talent whilst Daniel's larking about, and a chance for me to work on my shoulders, chest, and legs through swimming lengths.
We spent the rest of the day in some prime father and son time, and then Daniel went to bed, and I settled down in front of the computer to do some work. I had a conference coming up soon, at which I was speaking, so things were kind of busy right now.
After a couple of hours of intense work, I remembered something... Angela's email details. I took the piece of paper out of my wallet, and looked at it, pondering whether to read her mail or not. It's quite an invasion of privacy, after all.
But I figured she deserved it after setting up her webcam to record me wanking, and after so much teasing about Samantha, so I set up my mail software to log into her account, remembering to check the box saying "leave mail on the server", so that the software would leave a copy in her account for her own software to read.
I was honest, ignoring what was obviously personal, and double-clicked the mail saying "Re: Another session with Andy" (thankfully, she'd not deleted it herself). Then I sat back and read it.
The first part was the last response from her friend (signed only J, I saw - Julie, Julia, June? I didn't recognise any of the names from when she'd spoken about her friends)...
Hey Ang, Oh my god, he sounds like a right dirty bastard. Good for you girl - you deserve it after being with that loser (BASTARD!!!) for so long. How long's it been - 18 months? Maybe a bit longer? I can't believe you went without sex for so long, you ice maiden. Andy must be special to thaw that cold spell, LOL.
But christ - anal??? I thought you said you'd never do that in your life. "Exit only" was the phrase you used, as I remember. I know you liked the finger and tongue over the last few weeks, but that's not the same now, is it? And you know I've been doing it for years now - you should have listened closer when I told you all about it.
And coming like that? PHEW. You're turning into a right little porn starlet. You'll have to get a new name: Anal Angel or something.
And for chrissake, how long did that take to write? Why are you writing 40 page emails or whatever, instead of fucking the hunk's brains out? Get a life!
Oh... and has he got a friend for me!!! My love life sucks at the moment. James, the muscle from the gym, finally got what he wanted - ME! Well, he must be on steroids. Big muscles, tiny weener. Jesus, I could hardly feel it in me, and no, that's not a comment about me and the size of my hole!
He was great up till the final act - it's great to have a big hard muscled hunk to pick you up like a feather and carry you up to bed. I felt like I weighed an ounce, and you know that ain't true, sister! That sort of manhandling always brings out the inner woman in me, and I always feel like some weak femme fatale from a 1920's film, ready for the man to tell her what to do as if she's got no will of her own and must submit to his manly demands..
But... what a let down. He lasted about a minute, if that, before pulling out and spurting (or I should say, dribbling) on my thigh. I wasn't even close to getting started, so I told him to get out and don't come back. He looked angry, and I shat myself when I thought about the steroid rage people talk about, but then he just threw on his jeans and left, slamming all the doors like a little boy. Prick - what did he expect?
What I wouldn't do for someone like Andy - someone who actually knows how to use his cock as well as his head.... You said I should meet him - can I rent him off you for a night instead? Just one. Go on, you know it'll be the decent thing to do for a poor frustrated old prune like me. I'll buy you lunch somewhere expensive afterwards to fill you in on how he filled me in, LOL.
Ah well. I'm getting frustrated just thinking about Jamie and His Magic Weenie, so I'm off for a wank.
Later, J. xxx
Well, it seemed Angela liked me enough to tell her friend all about me. But what had she said? I continued down the mail trail, reading Angela's next.
Jules babe, how's it hanging?
Fuck, you'll never guess what's happened now. I can hardly believe it myself. It's about Andy again... yes, I can hear you groan already, just shut up and listen will you, I'm talking.
I went round to see him the other night, he was cooking me a meal. You know how much I love a man who can cook!
I'd put my "fuck me" dress on - that tight little Chinese number. You know I look damn hot in that, and it always makes me feel deliciously wanton as I can't wear any underwear with it. Plus, I'd been feeling horny all day thinking about the last time we'd had sex, and looking forward to a good hard shag that night. I confess: I'd had a bit of a wank a few times through the day at the thought of it. I'd not made myself come, figuring that I'd tease myself to make it better when Andy did actually fuck me.
Once was at work, believe it or not. I'd locked the office door, telling the girls I was on a call with a client and didn't want disturbing. I'd just pulled up my skirt, slid my knickers off and stuffed them in my drawer, and started to play with myself, remembering what it was like when Andy had fucked me from behind with his thumb in my arse. (Good job I keep myself clean, eh?) I even slid a hand down to play with my arse while I did it, imagining that it was Andy's hand stroking me while I wanked myself.
That's what I'd intended for the night with Andy. I'd planned it all out... we'd have dinner. A little flirting. A bit of banter. Both of us knowing what was coming up for dessert so to speak. I'd take every chance to show off my tight little hiney in that dress - bending over to adjust the stereo, dancing a bit in front of it facing away from him, bending over to adjust my shoe straps, you know the sort of thing. Hell, you taught me most of those moves!!!
Then I'd nip out to go to the loo, and slip the dress off while I was there. I was going to wank a bit, just enough to get my juices flowing, and then come back in, naked apart from my high heels, and I'd walk up to him, stand between him and the dining room table, and slide back onto it. Then I'd lift my leg, resting one foot on his chair and the other on the floor, letting my thighs fall open. Letting him see the wetness starting between my legs.
I wasn't going to let him touch me, and would make it clear I was in charge. I'd start to wank in front of him, watching his cock... oh, fuck me, I'm getting turned on just thinking about this... watching his cock start to bulge as he looked into my cunt in front of him.
And then... well, that's where my fantasy stopped, as I realised the office was starting to smell of me, so I quickly stopped playing with myself, sprayed some perfume around, and whisked out of the office, shouting at the girls to drop what they were doing, and let me buy them dinner. We went to that new place, Concertinas or whatever it's called.
It was only a bit later, when I got back to the office and went into my drawer, that I remembered I'd not had my knickers on. And we'd been sat up on the mezzanine level. I'm sure every guy going to the loo must have been looking straight at my cunt when they walked back out. Maybe that explains the looks I was getting from the waiters (yes, including that dark dusky one you fancy - you'd better get a move on girl!). And there was me thinking it was my natural charm and the excitement of a woman who knew she was on a promise of getting a good stiff one later :-)
Anyway, back to the plot...
I was wearing that Chinese number, having freshly waxed, and my legs were looking tight after starting that new class at the gym. God I looked hot. Even I wanted me! He let me in, and his eyes lapped it up. I could almost feel them burning a hole in my dress as he watched me walk through to the living room. I didn't do my trademark arse-wiggle at all. Well, maybe a little bit, but you know I can't resist playing to a captive audience...
I felt like I was about to come already. Part of me wanted him to just push me onto all fours and ram his hard cock up me there and then... but that would have spoiled my plans.
He'd already started getting the ingredients ready, so I sat at his dining room table (nice piece, worth a mint, I think). Sideways on, legs crossed, my gorgeous firm thighs and slender calves exposed by the slit up the dress. (It was such a great idea of yours to get that slit extended - thanks sistah!).
We chatted a bit, but I could see he was distracted. He was wearing chinos, and they don't do a good job of hiding a stiffy, especially one like Andy's. That did it. Stuff the foreplay, I wanted a good hard fucking. I walked over to him, pretending I was going to the fridge for something, and then I turned and pressed myself against him from behind. I slid my hand down to his groin. God he's big. (Let's hope your new gym boy's as big!). He made some cheap crack about him having a few ideas of what to do with his cock, but he carried on cooking, cool as you like. Well, I wasn't having that, so I slid his zip down and my fingers in, and rubbed him harder, through his pants. The bastard still carried on chopping.
So I raised the game, and undid his belt etc. Then pulled his pants down a bit at the front, and pulled his cock out. Jesus, that was hard work - too much cock, too little space. But it came out, and I could feel it throbbing. Do you get the same buzz as I do at that point? Knowing that it's you that's made this cock chomp at the bit for a piece of you? That turns me on so much, that feeling of power.
I could feel my wetness already, as I started wanking him. Not all the length, just the foreskin. That got to him - as I could feel him respond, but he was still chopping those bloody vegetables...
That's another fantasy that's kept me going recently: one day, I'm going to bring myself off with a cucumber whilst he licks my ass..MMmmmmmmm.
Anyway, he was still chopping, but not as intently. Enough, I thought, so I pulled him away from the cabinets and plonked myself in front of him, pushing the cooking stuff out the way. I wanted his complete attention (a girl deserves it, I think, especially when I looked as good as I did), so I slid down and gave him a quick BJ. He grabbed my head to help out... I know you don't like that (Fuck, I still laugh when I remember how much of a balling out you gave Peter at school when he tried that. Poor boy, he must still be scarred by that night)... but I love it. I like the feeling of submitting yourself to someone's command and being used. It's gotta be someone decent mind, like Andy, not a tosser who'll just try to get his own end away and leave you high and dry. I reckon Andy'll be great to be tied up with for a night. Another one for the list.
So there I was, kneeling before My Master, LOL, giving him my best moves. I grabbed his bum cheeks. It was so tempting to slide my hand in-between his thighs to stroke his arsehole like he'd done mine, but I know a lot of guys would hate that. But the more I think about it, the more I want to do it - fair's fair after all, he's played with my ass enough. Who knows, maybe I'll rim him one day.... Mmmm. That's a good idea, rimming him while reaching around to wank that big cock of his, pretending it was my cock I was wanking. Hah. That'll surprise him!
What makes me think he might like it is this: I stopped BJing him (I needed fucking, desperately - I could feel my jizz running down my thigh as I knelt in front of him), and stood up to kiss him. He lapped it up! Honestly, he kissed me more ferociously then than he had ever before, and I swear I must have had some of his spunk on my lips and tongue as he was leaking a bit in my mouth. I could taste it, so I'm sure he could. Dirty bastard.
He pushed me against the cupboard. God, I could feel his cock throbbing against me, and all I could think of was that I'd have to dry clean that bloody dress again to get his spunk off, and I'd only had it on for about an hour, and that included the taxi ride over! (Surprise I made it actually, the taxi driver couldn't keep his eyes off the rear-view mirror, even reaching up to angle it to get a better view of me. I should have had a free trip, I reckon!)
Anyway, I forgot about the state of my dress when he pulled it up around my waist, lifted me bodily onto the worktop, and I slid forward to finally get some of that cock touching my cunt. Can you believe he called me a tart for wearing no knickers? This from the man who likes me kissing him with his juice still on my lips!
Unfortunately, I did a bad thing then and let him know how much I'd wanted him and been wanking during the day. I know, I know: bad girl, never let a guy know how much you want him - they'll just use it against you later, or talk about you down the pub. But I honestly think I'm safe with Andy. Can't explain it, you'll have to meet him to understand. God listen to me, gushing away like a little schoolgirl...
That's how it feels though. He's not the arrogant prick or loser that men normally are at our age. Heck, he fought for custody of his boy and won (had I told you that?), and there's not many guys will do that. Most would be too keen to get out there and think they're still a 20 year old hunk, trying to get off with schoolgirls and the hotties behind the bar. He makes me feel safe... nice arms, quietly confident, big chest to cuddle up to. Not too big though - I hate those Arnie types that you like. Way too obsessed with themselves and not obsessed enough about me, if you want my opinion!
Which you don't, so I'll continue...
He took his trousers and boxer shorts off as I slid off the counter and turned round. I know he likes my arse (let's face it, who doesn't, apart from you, obviously!!!), so I made sure my dress was up around my waist (yes, more creases!), and waggled my behind at him, stretching up on tippy toe to the most of my thighs and tighten my glutes. It had the desired effect - he just lined right up and pushed on in. Oh god that felt good. I can feel it now... nothing like a good hard cock splitting you open when you've been waiting for it all day. Good job he wasn't too much bigger, and that I was really wet, though - it would have hurt for real. As it was, it was an effort. I could feel him forcing me open as he moved into me, and I had to work a bit, pushing backwards, to take him all in. But in it went, all the way till my cheeks were touching flesh. I love that moment when his cock's stretching me out, making me adapt to him, making me his. And I already told you, it takes some stretching to fit him in. Yummy...
Fuck, I'm drifting again. What is it about this guy?
(I know... he made me come when he was on top. How many times have I faked that over the years, thinking it was a total myth, when up strolls Andy, and bob's your uncle, I'm coming like nothing before. I'll get him to write down what he did - I'm sure I'll make a million from frustrated housewives).
Onwards...
He then started to stroke my "Button of Joy" (LOL) (yes, he even knows where my clit is, unlike that sad fucker I married... sigh!!!), as he fucked me deep with that lovely cock of his. I'm going to make a cast of it and get a vibrator made to measure, I swear to god. Oh ... can you imagine... two of him, two cocks.... take me now lord, I think I've gone to heaven thinking about it...
Then he started. Hard. Fast. I could hear the slapping as we hit each other and he hit rock bottom. I don't think I've been filled as much before. You know me, I like a good quickie - this was the best. A nice big hard cock after teasing myself all day. Then he did the magic trick... I felt him feel around my lips. He was wetting his thumb as it turns out, and then he slid it right up my ass. It felt a bit sore at first, as I'd not been warmed up beforehand. But oh god did it turn me on. I felt SO full. Good job I'd been practicing with that dildo for a few days, eh, otherwise I would have screamed the place down?
Then he was fucking me ever harder, so hard he couldn't even play with my clit any more and he just grabbed onto my waist with his spare hand and started ramming me onto his prick. That did it; I came right away, his thumb still filling my ass.
Man, I've got to get him to tie me up and take me. That first night, he did trap my hands for a bit, so he might be into a bit of kink. But can you imagine what it'd be like to be spread out on the bed with handcuffs or ties or whatever, and have that Adonis fuck you senseless with that big prick of his?
Of course, you can't.... one day, my dear; you'll understand what I'm talking about. Hey, if I've broken the Cycle Of Losers, it must be your turn next. What about Gym Boy - I'll bet he'll give you a right seeing to. Hell, you could try that porn movie position - get him standing, wrap your legs around his waist, your bum resting in his big meaty hands, then sink onto his cock, and let him do all the grunting and groaning as he manually lifts you up and down his fleshy pole. Hmmm. Maybe I should try a Gym Boy next, get myself some of that??? Do you think Jim of the Gym has got a mate that'll let me try that for free? By the way, what are you hanging around for with him? Are you trying to beat my record of abstinence???
Again, dear reader, I digress, but you'll appreciate these little side trips from the main story...
... So there was I, coming with his cock up my cunt and his thumb in my ass, but he didn't stop. Oh god, he didn't stop. He just kept on stuffing me with his piece of lovely, lovely meat, and then he topped his magic trick - his other thumb worked its way inside my ass. I think I lost it at that point, as I vaguely remember turning the air blue. What made it worse was that not only was my arsehole full (but not as full as it was going to be, little did I know), but I could feel his cock swelling. You know that way that a nice-sized cock fills you up tight enough that you can actually feel the blood start to fill it out when it's about to come? Well, that's what I felt, and it made me even more excited. And I mean really excited. And then... oh god... and then another first.
Multiple O's.
Yep, I know, I sound like I'm gloating now. I'd only just come, and this quiet man, who at first I thought wouldn't say boo to a goose, has got me spread over his kitchen worktop, dress hooked round my waist, his thumbs in my rear, has already given me one come (and the first one in missionary the other day, and fingered my ass for the first time, and rimmed me for the first time), and now he's giving me a second come within a few moments of the first. And even better, he was about to come as well!
It can't get any better than this!
Then he did the dirty deed. Just as I was on the cusp of coming, he knocked the back of my knees with his, like we used to do at school, and my ass obviously dropped down a bit. Then he pulled his thumbs out (NOOOOOO! i think I shouted, as it spoiled the moment to suddenly feel so empty - weird, huh?), but then I was full again. Fuck was I full. The dirty bastard had pushed his cock head just inside my asshole. Just his cock head, fortunately. God knows what I said then, but I remember shouting a lot. Fuck, I've never felt so full in my life. It hurt and felt good at the same time. Part of me almost pissed myself at the thought of his big prick up my arse, but most of me was too busy with the best... and I mean, the best.... cum I've ever had.
[Well the best so far... I'll come back to this point in a minute]
And it was the weirdest feeling. I just collapsed - my knees folded, and my arms turned to jelly. I couldn't even hold myself up, and I just sank down onto the worktop. And onto his cock. I slid down another inch or two, feeling my rear spread to let him in further. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, but my cunt was going epileptic over what he'd just done to me, and what his cock was doing to me now. As I started to come round a bit, I couldn't work out why he'd gotten so easily into my arse. I know I'd been practicing, but not that much - it had only been a few days.
Then I realised. He'd come as well, right up my jacksy, and that helped him push in even further. In fact, I could still feel his cock throbbing, bouncing in my tunnel. Fuck me, that felt weird but in a GREAT way. That throbbing of his cock in my arse was so... comforting. Yes, yes, I know I said I was a bit freaked out when he'd played with me there before, but, well, being stuffed full of - sorry to have to gloat - STILL HARD cock.... Wow. It's like when you've had a great meal, and you're pleasantly stuffed. You know you've eaten too much, but fuck it, why not?
Well, I felt the same. I was about to try to lever myself up, when I felt him freeze. I think he was afraid he'd hurt me, as it was a bit sudden, and he's not small. Bless him, even with his cock up my arse he still thinks of me. (What was his ex thinking of, to leave this guy????). So I stayed where I was, like I'd passed out from pleasure (it wasn't too far from the truth!). I couldn't believe he was still hard. OK, maybe not as hard as he had been, but still hard enough to... well, he took the chance, and started pushing a bit. Jesus, I thought, don't tell me he wants to carry on without a rest? He did, and slid even further in.
Another inch, and then he reached round to play with my clit again. The bastard. I groaned involuntarily. Surely he must have reached bottom by now - I could feel his cock rubbing the inside of my throat! I couldn't help it - I reached back and felt the base of his cock.
Still another few inches to go, as I could get my whole hand round his cock. Fuck he felt big right then. I mean, I know I keep going on about how he's no slouch in that department (I now reckon about 8 or 9 inches), but it felt like a bloody police baton up my passage. I knew it was going to hurt real soon, so I told him about the lube in my handbag. I'm SO glad I started carrying that, just in case he wanted my ass. He spread some around, and I pushed back a bit more, desperate to see if I could get it all in, and I think I told him to fuck my arse. He gave another push... and that was it. His lower abs hit my cheeks. Thank fuck for that, it was starting to hurt a bit more, and not in a nice stretchy kind of way.
Thankfully, he pulled out a bit, then ran his hands round my dripping cunt to get some more juices up to my arsehole and his cock. His hands brushed my clit again, and my guts spasmed. So I reached down and started playing with myself as he pushed his meat up me again. Oh, god, I could feel my bowels part to let the monster in .... You know what it's like if you're fucking someone without too much foreplay, and it feels like he's twice as big as normal because there's not a lot of lubrication? Well it was like that.
He passed a tip - told me to push out as if taking a dump. "Nice thought", I thunk, but it worked. I still felt full, but there was room to maneuver for him. He reached up and undid the rest of my dress (I saw bits of vegetable all over it then, dammit!). Then started pulling me back onto his cock by my tits. The cheek of it! He'd not even licked them all night, and now he was using them as a handle! Bastard. I'll make him pay for that later.
I could feel my ass getting used to him, more like when having normal sex. Probably helped by the two fingers I had up my cunt. And rather than rest on his laurels, he reached up to grab my shoulders for a better grip. I bet he wished I'd had pony tails, the arrogant bugger. Bugger's right, I guess, LOL.. Jesus, Jules, I could get used to anal sex. I'd not realised we had so many sensitive bits up there... if I'd known, I'd have done it years ago.
And... I hate gloating even more.. I could feel myself coming again. It wasn't just my wanking, it was the whole thing. His hard cock up my ass, my fingers in my cunt (I could feel him with my fingers... bizarre!), the way he was just using me to get his way, pulling me back as he fucked me again. All that, coupled with the previous orgasms; the wanking I'd done all day; the thrill of realising men had been gazing at my fanny over lunch; how he'd gotten me to start wanking with a vibrator up my rear passage, and even more, how he didn't even know the effect he was having me... it all came together. Even the way he held me after sex (when we'd had time), and the look in his eyes when he met me at the door in my fuck-me-dress just a few minutes earlier.
I got a bit rude then, talking dirty, telling him to use me and fuck my ass with his big hard cock - you know the sort of thing, My cum was building. Fuck, I'd come twice already, and here was a third one. He leant over, whispering in my ear, calling me a slut, his personal anal slut, getting me to beg for his cock up my arse, making me tell him how much I loved being used like this. I could feel his cock swelling again, even more so than when he'd been in my cunt. Then it happened, he came again - I could actually feel his come shooting into my bowels, and his cock pulsing as it spurted. And that set me off....
Oh god, I've just remembered something else that I've not told you yet (are you still here, or have you had enough of my gushing over him?).
He gave me another first:
My first squirt.
Yep, you read that right. My first squirt. I know you've seen it in movies, we both have, but I thought it was faked.
It's not. It was like I'd pissed myself, but almost painfully-pleasurable at the same time.
He slipped out of my ass after that, and I felt so empty. Will you listen to me - yesterday I was an anal virgin aside from one finger, one tongue, and a bit of dildoing (with a small one at that) and now I felt empty because I didn't have a nine inch cock stuffed up me.
Plus, I was really embarrassed, so I sprinted (is that right? Sprinted? Shouldn't it be .. sprunt? or sprant?) upstairs to clean up. I was soaked.
The poor bugger had cleaned up downstairs when I came down wearing his bathrobe (smelled nice!). Then... get this... he wanted it again! What a fucking stud! I told him no, in no uncertain terms, and we got back to the plan... food. I was famished! You'd think having a salami forced into you would be enough, but after three comes in less than 20 minutes (was that all!!??), I could have eaten a horse.
Mind you, after all that sex, I was exhausted. We chatted while we ate. Real chat, you know, about us, rather than about the weather or TV or other dross. I kept finding myself gazing into his eyes as we talked. He's real sweet you know: good looking, fit, great at sex, helpful, and quite bright as well. And he's ... well... the only word that comes to mind is "wise". He sees through to the truth of things, ignoring the popular distractions and cutting to the chase. And he's not egotistical - from what he was saying, he seems to always try to do the "right" thing, even if it's not convenient for him... or even if it's downright inconvenient.
I think I might be falling for him....
Ang.xxx
I sat back. Oh my god. I knew she liked me, I didn't realise how much. Thoughts raced round my head: I definitely felt something for her, as I'd realised last night. Did I want her to fall for me? Did I want something serious already? She'd been wanking anally with the vibrator I'd used the other day to wank off with? Shit, if I'd know that then, I would have come a lot quicker. Who was Jules, and why was Angela sharing so much - I know women do share a lot, but in that much detail? Angela had not had anyone else for a year and a half? Why? (She was hot enough, so she must have been approached by guys when she was out and about).
The thought of her wanking at work had turned me on. Hmmm... I wonder if I could meet her one day, and give her a good hard shag while she leans over her desk? Also, the thought of her flashing to the men in the restaurant... that's not really been my scene in the past, but I was horny thinking about it now. Maybe we would do similar in future, making out with each other whilst she's baring her all, watching guys get jealous and turned on as a result - I'm sure that would REALLY turn her on as well, and she'd bang my brains out afterwards.
And rim her while she's wanking with a cucumber? Where do I sign up for that? I'd pay good money to do that with someone who's got as nice an ass as she has. Hey, then we could go on and I'd taker her ass while she wanked herself with the cucumber, or the rabbit. Aaah, man, how good would that feel, sliding my cock into her sweet ass, and feeling the vibrator buzzing through the wall to her cunt.
Then she wants to be tied up and dominated? I'd not done that before, but I think I could manage it. Hmmm, very nice idea. And she wants to rim me? Not sure about that - will need to think about it. And will definitely make sure I'm REALLY clean back there, just in case.
What about that whole "get a mate from the gym and do the porn star pose"? I'd seen that position before, but often it was two guys - the girl straddles the hips of one, and fucks him, then the other one comes up behind and fucks her ass. I'm not sure it can be comfortable enough to keep at it for long, but if she wants to do it with me, I'll give it a shot. Not too keen on another guy though.
I quickly checked for other mails from Jules (Must find out who that is), but there were none there, and none that looked otherwise about me, so I closed the email application.
We were both in need of a shower, so we took one together. Obviously, we both got aroused, spending some time washing, stroking, and playing with each other. We both were getting turned on, but we didn't take it any further.
We then got dressed and headed downstairs for a much-needed breakfast. Mid-way through, Samantha arrived with Daniel from their morning out.
Shit, here goes, I thought, expecting something to be said about last night. But Samantha was discretion itself. We all chatted about the weather, the games that Samantha and Daniel had played in the park, our respective plans for the weekend, and so on. I did catch Samantha looking at me, at my groin, and Angela's breasts and neck a few times, as though she was re-imagining the night before when she'd seen me wank and come over Angela. But she looked away quickly each time, so I wasn't quite sure if that was actually what was going on. I couldn't even tell it she was disgusted, curious, or simply amazed that people of our age had such active sex lives.
I still couldn't work her out - she seemed very quiet, and somewhat demure. But she was a bit worldly-wise, as she demonstrated that she was quite sure a few nights ago when Angela and I had come back "for an early night" after our meal, and Samantha was quite sure that I wasn't being truthful. And yet, someone at 18, who I was reasonably sure had a nice body even though she kept it covered up, couldn't still be inexperienced, could she? She wasn't THAT bad looking, and was certainly confident enough for it once you broke through her initial quietness.
Anyway, Angela left to go do her weekend shopping, leaving Samantha and I downstairs while Daniel went out into the garden to play catch with the boy next door over our fence.
I waited to see what she would say. She didn't seem to be about to say anything, as she was avoiding my eyes, so I broke the ice.
"Have you heard from your Dad? How did his date go?"
Her eyes met mine at last. "Oh, yes! Apparently it went very well. They're even going out again later in the week, so it must have been good."
"That's good," I said, "I like your Dad. He deserves to have someone special in his life."
"Yeah ... I guess so."
"What's the matter? Are you not so keen on the idea?"
"Well... it's been just Dad and I for so long, with David living away from home." I'd forgotten about David, her elder brother, as she rarely mentioned him. "It's odd to think that there might be another woman around..."
I reached out to put my hand comfortably on her shoulder, speaking more softly. "Samantha, this probably sounds really harsh of me, but it's been a while since your Mum died. Don't you think it's time to let your Dad have someone else who loves him?"
"But I love him? Isn't that enough? Why ruin the routine we've got going. Nobody can replace Mum, nobody!" Tears were welling up in the corner of her eyes. Obviously, she'd not had a chance to talk about this to her Dad, her brother, or her friend, and it was all coming out now.
"Samantha, I'm sure your Dad is delighted that you and he are so close - any father would be glad to have you as a daughter - but he's obviously reached a point where he needs more than just a daughter in his life. He needs a woman who loves him for who he is, not just because he's her Dad. And he's not trying to replace your Mum. Lord knows, I've seen the look in his eyes when he speaks about her, and there's no way he's trying to forget or replace her. He's just ready for someone to love. Someone who can love him back."
She started to cry, so I pulled her in close for a hug, and she hugged me back strongly. The part of me that had recently been having a lot of fantastic sex (including the fantasy about Samantha that Angela had used to bring us both off the night before) started showing interest, feeling the warmth of her breath blowing through the gaps between my shirt buttons, and her surprisingly large breasts press against me (Why does she wear such baggy clothes instead of showing these pups off? I thought).
"Sssshhhh," I said, smoothing her hair, rocking her slightly side to side. "I'm sure this date is a lovely woman, but your Dad's still going to be pleased to see you back at home today, after being away all night."
She sobbed something vaguely affirmative, and reached up to dry her eyes. As she did so, her hand brushed against my groin. I don't think she noticed, but my prick did, and I could feel it start to respond even faster. Shit!. I tried to push Samantha away slightly, breaking the contact we had as a result of the hug, but she just hugged me back and said into my chest, "Just hold me a bit longer Andy." Oh fuck what am I going to do? I panicked, my cock swelling further despite me telling it to get down, as the little voice at the back of my head said "Maybe she wants the hug to continue so that she can feel me get hard against her."
Luckily, just then, Daniel came back in, saw us hugging, and asked what was wrong. Samantha pulled away quickly ... Did she press her body up against my prick as she pulled away there?...wiping her eyes, and crouched down to be at Daniel's height. "It's OK Danny, I'm just being silly. I hurt myself there and your dad was making it all better." Daniel reached for her hand, then mine, and lead us into the garden saying "OK. Come look what we've found, Dad!" all excited.
There at the bottom of the garden, was a bird's nest that had fallen out of the tree, an egg somehow miraculously still inside it and unscathed. I got a ladder and some rubber gloves, and gingerly climbed up it to place the nest back roughly where I thought it had been, using the gloves to avoid my scent getting on it. Samantha was holding the ladder whilst Daniel watched excitedly from the bottom, and his next-door friend called out for me to be careful. I came back down the ladder, which Samantha was holding steady. But I slipped a bit on some mud that that I'd left on the ladder on the way up, and as she reached quickly for me, her hand landed prime on my ass. I climbed down the last few steps, and she pulled her hand away at an appropriate point. But as I turned to put the ladder back, I could see her look down at her hand and pull it up to cup her cheek. My cock throbbed again...
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Samantha left shortly after that, with more assurances from me that everything would be back to normal between her and her Dad, and Daniel and I went swimming. I always love swimming, partly because Daniel loves it so much, and partly because for a man of my age, I'm in pretty good shape. Hell, I'm in a lot better shape that a lot of twenty year olds. I regularly catch women checking out my butt or my chest, and a few times, one of the local vamps has run her hand down my flat stomach whilst chatting to me, or rested her hand on my arse if I'm bending over to pick up Daniel, or made sure I got any eyeful of her surgery-enhanced cleavage as she leaned over in front of me, or leaned away from me to show her admittedly delightful ass and the camels' hoof of her mound. But that much wanton sexuality turns me off - as I mentioned earlier, I like the more subtle approach, where women leave enough on show to catch a man's attention, but no more. A little mystery is a wonderful thing, even if that mystery is wrapped up on something so sheer that it reveals everything underneath - it's still a delight to find that the real thing is actually as pleasant as it looks when covered up
Plus of course, swimming is a chance to eye up some of the local talent whilst Daniel's larking about, and a chance for me to work on my shoulders, chest, and legs through swimming lengths.
We spent the rest of the day in some prime father and son time, and then Daniel went to bed, and I settled down in front of the computer to do some work. I had a conference coming up soon, at which I was speaking, so things were kind of busy right now.
After a couple of hours of intense work, I remembered something... Angela's email details. I took the piece of paper out of my wallet, and looked at it, pondering whether to read her mail or not. It's quite an invasion of privacy, after all.
But I figured she deserved it after setting up her webcam to record me wanking, and after so much teasing about Samantha, so I set up my mail software to log into her account, remembering to check the box saying "leave mail on the server", so that the software would leave a copy in her account for her own software to read.
I was honest, ignoring what was obviously personal, and double-clicked the mail saying "Re: Another session with Andy" (thankfully, she'd not deleted it herself). Then I sat back and read it.
The first part was the last response from her friend (signed only J, I saw - Julie, Julia, June? I didn't recognise any of the names from when she'd spoken about her friends)...
Hey Ang, Oh my god, he sounds like a right dirty bastard. Good for you girl - you deserve it after being with that loser (BASTARD!!!) for so long. How long's it been - 18 months? Maybe a bit longer? I can't believe you went without sex for so long, you ice maiden. Andy must be special to thaw that cold spell, LOL.
But christ - anal??? I thought you said you'd never do that in your life. "Exit only" was the phrase you used, as I remember. I know you liked the finger and tongue over the last few weeks, but that's not the same now, is it? And you know I've been doing it for years now - you should have listened closer when I told you all about it.
And coming like that? PHEW. You're turning into a right little porn starlet. You'll have to get a new name: Anal Angel or something.
And for chrissake, how long did that take to write? Why are you writing 40 page emails or whatever, instead of fucking the hunk's brains out? Get a life!
Oh... and has he got a friend for me!!! My love life sucks at the moment. James, the muscle from the gym, finally got what he wanted - ME! Well, he must be on steroids. Big muscles, tiny weener. Jesus, I could hardly feel it in me, and no, that's not a comment about me and the size of my hole!
He was great up till the final act - it's great to have a big hard muscled hunk to pick you up like a feather and carry you up to bed. I felt like I weighed an ounce, and you know that ain't true, sister! That sort of manhandling always brings out the inner woman in me, and I always feel like some weak femme fatale from a 1920's film, ready for the man to tell her what to do as if she's got no will of her own and must submit to his manly demands..
But... what a let down. He lasted about a minute, if that, before pulling out and spurting (or I should say, dribbling) on my thigh. I wasn't even close to getting started, so I told him to get out and don't come back. He looked angry, and I shat myself when I thought about the steroid rage people talk about, but then he just threw on his jeans and left, slamming all the doors like a little boy. Prick - what did he expect?
What I wouldn't do for someone like Andy - someone who actually knows how to use his cock as well as his head.... You said I should meet him - can I rent him off you for a night instead? Just one. Go on, you know it'll be the decent thing to do for a poor frustrated old prune like me. I'll buy you lunch somewhere expensive afterwards to fill you in on how he filled me in, LOL.
Ah well. I'm getting frustrated just thinking about Jamie and His Magic Weenie, so I'm off for a wank.
Later, J. xxx
Well, it seemed Angela liked me enough to tell her friend all about me. But what had she said? I continued down the mail trail, reading Angela's next.
Jules babe, how's it hanging?
Fuck, you'll never guess what's happened now. I can hardly believe it myself. It's about Andy again... yes, I can hear you groan already, just shut up and listen will you, I'm talking.
I went round to see him the other night, he was cooking me a meal. You know how much I love a man who can cook!
I'd put my "fuck me" dress on - that tight little Chinese number. You know I look damn hot in that, and it always makes me feel deliciously wanton as I can't wear any underwear with it. Plus, I'd been feeling horny all day thinking about the last time we'd had sex, and looking forward to a good hard shag that night. I confess: I'd had a bit of a wank a few times through the day at the thought of it. I'd not made myself come, figuring that I'd tease myself to make it better when Andy did actually fuck me.
Once was at work, believe it or not. I'd locked the office door, telling the girls I was on a call with a client and didn't want disturbing. I'd just pulled up my skirt, slid my knickers off and stuffed them in my drawer, and started to play with myself, remembering what it was like when Andy had fucked me from behind with his thumb in my arse. (Good job I keep myself clean, eh?) I even slid a hand down to play with my arse while I did it, imagining that it was Andy's hand stroking me while I wanked myself.
That's what I'd intended for the night with Andy. I'd planned it all out... we'd have dinner. A little flirting. A bit of banter. Both of us knowing what was coming up for dessert so to speak. I'd take every chance to show off my tight little hiney in that dress - bending over to adjust the stereo, dancing a bit in front of it facing away from him, bending over to adjust my shoe straps, you know the sort of thing. Hell, you taught me most of those moves!!!
Then I'd nip out to go to the loo, and slip the dress off while I was there. I was going to wank a bit, just enough to get my juices flowing, and then come back in, naked apart from my high heels, and I'd walk up to him, stand between him and the dining room table, and slide back onto it. Then I'd lift my leg, resting one foot on his chair and the other on the floor, letting my thighs fall open. Letting him see the wetness starting between my legs.
I wasn't going to let him touch me, and would make it clear I was in charge. I'd start to wank in front of him, watching his cock... oh, fuck me, I'm getting turned on just thinking about this... watching his cock start to bulge as he looked into my cunt in front of him.
And then... well, that's where my fantasy stopped, as I realised the office was starting to smell of me, so I quickly stopped playing with myself, sprayed some perfume around, and whisked out of the office, shouting at the girls to drop what they were doing, and let me buy them dinner. We went to that new place, Concertinas or whatever it's called.
It was only a bit later, when I got back to the office and went into my drawer, that I remembered I'd not had my knickers on. And we'd been sat up on the mezzanine level. I'm sure every guy going to the loo must have been looking straight at my cunt when they walked back out. Maybe that explains the looks I was getting from the waiters (yes, including that dark dusky one you fancy - you'd better get a move on girl!). And there was me thinking it was my natural charm and the excitement of a woman who knew she was on a promise of getting a good stiff one later :-)
Anyway, back to the plot...
I was wearing that Chinese number, having freshly waxed, and my legs were looking tight after starting that new class at the gym. God I looked hot. Even I wanted me! He let me in, and his eyes lapped it up. I could almost feel them burning a hole in my dress as he watched me walk through to the living room. I didn't do my trademark arse-wiggle at all. Well, maybe a little bit, but you know I can't resist playing to a captive audience...
I felt like I was about to come already. Part of me wanted him to just push me onto all fours and ram his hard cock up me there and then... but that would have spoiled my plans.
He'd already started getting the ingredients ready, so I sat at his dining room table (nice piece, worth a mint, I think). Sideways on, legs crossed, my gorgeous firm thighs and slender calves exposed by the slit up the dress. (It was such a great idea of yours to get that slit extended - thanks sistah!).
We chatted a bit, but I could see he was distracted. He was wearing chinos, and they don't do a good job of hiding a stiffy, especially one like Andy's. That did it. Stuff the foreplay, I wanted a good hard fucking. I walked over to him, pretending I was going to the fridge for something, and then I turned and pressed myself against him from behind. I slid my hand down to his groin. God he's big. (Let's hope your new gym boy's as big!). He made some cheap crack about him having a few ideas of what to do with his cock, but he carried on cooking, cool as you like. Well, I wasn't having that, so I slid his zip down and my fingers in, and rubbed him harder, through his pants. The bastard still carried on chopping.
So I raised the game, and undid his belt etc. Then pulled his pants down a bit at the front, and pulled his cock out. Jesus, that was hard work - too much cock, too little space. But it came out, and I could feel it throbbing. Do you get the same buzz as I do at that point? Knowing that it's you that's made this cock chomp at the bit for a piece of you? That turns me on so much, that feeling of power.
I could feel my wetness already, as I started wanking him. Not all the length, just the foreskin. That got to him - as I could feel him respond, but he was still chopping those bloody vegetables...
That's another fantasy that's kept me going recently: one day, I'm going to bring myself off with a cucumber whilst he licks my ass..MMmmmmmmm.
Anyway, he was still chopping, but not as intently. Enough, I thought, so I pulled him away from the cabinets and plonked myself in front of him, pushing the cooking stuff out the way. I wanted his complete attention (a girl deserves it, I think, especially when I looked as good as I did), so I slid down and gave him a quick BJ. He grabbed my head to help out... I know you don't like that (Fuck, I still laugh when I remember how much of a balling out you gave Peter at school when he tried that. Poor boy, he must still be scarred by that night)... but I love it. I like the feeling of submitting yourself to someone's command and being used. It's gotta be someone decent mind, like Andy, not a tosser who'll just try to get his own end away and leave you high and dry. I reckon Andy'll be great to be tied up with for a night. Another one for the list.
So there I was, kneeling before My Master, LOL, giving him my best moves. I grabbed his bum cheeks. It was so tempting to slide my hand in-between his thighs to stroke his arsehole like he'd done mine, but I know a lot of guys would hate that. But the more I think about it, the more I want to do it - fair's fair after all, he's played with my ass enough. Who knows, maybe I'll rim him one day.... Mmmm. That's a good idea, rimming him while reaching around to wank that big cock of his, pretending it was my cock I was wanking. Hah. That'll surprise him!
What makes me think he might like it is this: I stopped BJing him (I needed fucking, desperately - I could feel my jizz running down my thigh as I knelt in front of him), and stood up to kiss him. He lapped it up! Honestly, he kissed me more ferociously then than he had ever before, and I swear I must have had some of his spunk on my lips and tongue as he was leaking a bit in my mouth. I could taste it, so I'm sure he could. Dirty bastard.
He pushed me against the cupboard. God, I could feel his cock throbbing against me, and all I could think of was that I'd have to dry clean that bloody dress again to get his spunk off, and I'd only had it on for about an hour, and that included the taxi ride over! (Surprise I made it actually, the taxi driver couldn't keep his eyes off the rear-view mirror, even reaching up to angle it to get a better view of me. I should have had a free trip, I reckon!)
Anyway, I forgot about the state of my dress when he pulled it up around my waist, lifted me bodily onto the worktop, and I slid forward to finally get some of that cock touching my cunt. Can you believe he called me a tart for wearing no knickers? This from the man who likes me kissing him with his juice still on my lips!
Unfortunately, I did a bad thing then and let him know how much I'd wanted him and been wanking during the day. I know, I know: bad girl, never let a guy know how much you want him - they'll just use it against you later, or talk about you down the pub. But I honestly think I'm safe with Andy. Can't explain it, you'll have to meet him to understand. God listen to me, gushing away like a little schoolgirl...
That's how it feels though. He's not the arrogant prick or loser that men normally are at our age. Heck, he fought for custody of his boy and won (had I told you that?), and there's not many guys will do that. Most would be too keen to get out there and think they're still a 20 year old hunk, trying to get off with schoolgirls and the hotties behind the bar. He makes me feel safe... nice arms, quietly confident, big chest to cuddle up to. Not too big though - I hate those Arnie types that you like. Way too obsessed with themselves and not obsessed enough about me, if you want my opinion!
Which you don't, so I'll continue...
He took his trousers and boxer shorts off as I slid off the counter and turned round. I know he likes my arse (let's face it, who doesn't, apart from you, obviously!!!), so I made sure my dress was up around my waist (yes, more creases!), and waggled my behind at him, stretching up on tippy toe to the most of my thighs and tighten my glutes. It had the desired effect - he just lined right up and pushed on in. Oh god that felt good. I can feel it now... nothing like a good hard cock splitting you open when you've been waiting for it all day. Good job he wasn't too much bigger, and that I was really wet, though - it would have hurt for real. As it was, it was an effort. I could feel him forcing me open as he moved into me, and I had to work a bit, pushing backwards, to take him all in. But in it went, all the way till my cheeks were touching flesh. I love that moment when his cock's stretching me out, making me adapt to him, making me his. And I already told you, it takes some stretching to fit him in. Yummy...
Fuck, I'm drifting again. What is it about this guy?
(I know... he made me come when he was on top. How many times have I faked that over the years, thinking it was a total myth, when up strolls Andy, and bob's your uncle, I'm coming like nothing before. I'll get him to write down what he did - I'm sure I'll make a million from frustrated housewives).
Onwards...
He then started to stroke my "Button of Joy" (LOL) (yes, he even knows where my clit is, unlike that sad fucker I married... sigh!!!), as he fucked me deep with that lovely cock of his. I'm going to make a cast of it and get a vibrator made to measure, I swear to god. Oh ... can you imagine... two of him, two cocks.... take me now lord, I think I've gone to heaven thinking about it...
Then he started. Hard. Fast. I could hear the slapping as we hit each other and he hit rock bottom. I don't think I've been filled as much before. You know me, I like a good quickie - this was the best. A nice big hard cock after teasing myself all day. Then he did the magic trick... I felt him feel around my lips. He was wetting his thumb as it turns out, and then he slid it right up my ass. It felt a bit sore at first, as I'd not been warmed up beforehand. But oh god did it turn me on. I felt SO full. Good job I'd been practicing with that dildo for a few days, eh, otherwise I would have screamed the place down?
Then he was fucking me ever harder, so hard he couldn't even play with my clit any more and he just grabbed onto my waist with his spare hand and started ramming me onto his prick. That did it; I came right away, his thumb still filling my ass.
Man, I've got to get him to tie me up and take me. That first night, he did trap my hands for a bit, so he might be into a bit of kink. But can you imagine what it'd be like to be spread out on the bed with handcuffs or ties or whatever, and have that Adonis fuck you senseless with that big prick of his?
Of course, you can't.... one day, my dear; you'll understand what I'm talking about. Hey, if I've broken the Cycle Of Losers, it must be your turn next. What about Gym Boy - I'll bet he'll give you a right seeing to. Hell, you could try that porn movie position - get him standing, wrap your legs around his waist, your bum resting in his big meaty hands, then sink onto his cock, and let him do all the grunting and groaning as he manually lifts you up and down his fleshy pole. Hmmm. Maybe I should try a Gym Boy next, get myself some of that??? Do you think Jim of the Gym has got a mate that'll let me try that for free? By the way, what are you hanging around for with him? Are you trying to beat my record of abstinence???
Again, dear reader, I digress, but you'll appreciate these little side trips from the main story...
... So there was I, coming with his cock up my cunt and his thumb in my ass, but he didn't stop. Oh god, he didn't stop. He just kept on stuffing me with his piece of lovely, lovely meat, and then he topped his magic trick - his other thumb worked its way inside my ass. I think I lost it at that point, as I vaguely remember turning the air blue. What made it worse was that not only was my arsehole full (but not as full as it was going to be, little did I know), but I could feel his cock swelling. You know that way that a nice-sized cock fills you up tight enough that you can actually feel the blood start to fill it out when it's about to come? Well, that's what I felt, and it made me even more excited. And I mean really excited. And then... oh god... and then another first.
Multiple O's.
Yep, I know, I sound like I'm gloating now. I'd only just come, and this quiet man, who at first I thought wouldn't say boo to a goose, has got me spread over his kitchen worktop, dress hooked round my waist, his thumbs in my rear, has already given me one come (and the first one in missionary the other day, and fingered my ass for the first time, and rimmed me for the first time), and now he's giving me a second come within a few moments of the first. And even better, he was about to come as well!
It can't get any better than this!
Then he did the dirty deed. Just as I was on the cusp of coming, he knocked the back of my knees with his, like we used to do at school, and my ass obviously dropped down a bit. Then he pulled his thumbs out (NOOOOOO! i think I shouted, as it spoiled the moment to suddenly feel so empty - weird, huh?), but then I was full again. Fuck was I full. The dirty bastard had pushed his cock head just inside my asshole. Just his cock head, fortunately. God knows what I said then, but I remember shouting a lot. Fuck, I've never felt so full in my life. It hurt and felt good at the same time. Part of me almost pissed myself at the thought of his big prick up my arse, but most of me was too busy with the best... and I mean, the best.... cum I've ever had.
[Well the best so far... I'll come back to this point in a minute]
And it was the weirdest feeling. I just collapsed - my knees folded, and my arms turned to jelly. I couldn't even hold myself up, and I just sank down onto the worktop. And onto his cock. I slid down another inch or two, feeling my rear spread to let him in further. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, but my cunt was going epileptic over what he'd just done to me, and what his cock was doing to me now. As I started to come round a bit, I couldn't work out why he'd gotten so easily into my arse. I know I'd been practicing, but not that much - it had only been a few days.
Then I realised. He'd come as well, right up my jacksy, and that helped him push in even further. In fact, I could still feel his cock throbbing, bouncing in my tunnel. Fuck me, that felt weird but in a GREAT way. That throbbing of his cock in my arse was so... comforting. Yes, yes, I know I said I was a bit freaked out when he'd played with me there before, but, well, being stuffed full of - sorry to have to gloat - STILL HARD cock.... Wow. It's like when you've had a great meal, and you're pleasantly stuffed. You know you've eaten too much, but fuck it, why not?
Well, I felt the same. I was about to try to lever myself up, when I felt him freeze. I think he was afraid he'd hurt me, as it was a bit sudden, and he's not small. Bless him, even with his cock up my arse he still thinks of me. (What was his ex thinking of, to leave this guy????). So I stayed where I was, like I'd passed out from pleasure (it wasn't too far from the truth!). I couldn't believe he was still hard. OK, maybe not as hard as he had been, but still hard enough to... well, he took the chance, and started pushing a bit. Jesus, I thought, don't tell me he wants to carry on without a rest? He did, and slid even further in.
Another inch, and then he reached round to play with my clit again. The bastard. I groaned involuntarily. Surely he must have reached bottom by now - I could feel his cock rubbing the inside of my throat! I couldn't help it - I reached back and felt the base of his cock.
Still another few inches to go, as I could get my whole hand round his cock. Fuck he felt big right then. I mean, I know I keep going on about how he's no slouch in that department (I now reckon about 8 or 9 inches), but it felt like a bloody police baton up my passage. I knew it was going to hurt real soon, so I told him about the lube in my handbag. I'm SO glad I started carrying that, just in case he wanted my ass. He spread some around, and I pushed back a bit more, desperate to see if I could get it all in, and I think I told him to fuck my arse. He gave another push... and that was it. His lower abs hit my cheeks. Thank fuck for that, it was starting to hurt a bit more, and not in a nice stretchy kind of way.
Thankfully, he pulled out a bit, then ran his hands round my dripping cunt to get some more juices up to my arsehole and his cock. His hands brushed my clit again, and my guts spasmed. So I reached down and started playing with myself as he pushed his meat up me again. Oh, god, I could feel my bowels part to let the monster in .... You know what it's like if you're fucking someone without too much foreplay, and it feels like he's twice as big as normal because there's not a lot of lubrication? Well it was like that.
He passed a tip - told me to push out as if taking a dump. "Nice thought", I thunk, but it worked. I still felt full, but there was room to maneuver for him. He reached up and undid the rest of my dress (I saw bits of vegetable all over it then, dammit!). Then started pulling me back onto his cock by my tits. The cheek of it! He'd not even licked them all night, and now he was using them as a handle! Bastard. I'll make him pay for that later.
I could feel my ass getting used to him, more like when having normal sex. Probably helped by the two fingers I had up my cunt. And rather than rest on his laurels, he reached up to grab my shoulders for a better grip. I bet he wished I'd had pony tails, the arrogant bugger. Bugger's right, I guess, LOL.. Jesus, Jules, I could get used to anal sex. I'd not realised we had so many sensitive bits up there... if I'd known, I'd have done it years ago.
And... I hate gloating even more.. I could feel myself coming again. It wasn't just my wanking, it was the whole thing. His hard cock up my ass, my fingers in my cunt (I could feel him with my fingers... bizarre!), the way he was just using me to get his way, pulling me back as he fucked me again. All that, coupled with the previous orgasms; the wanking I'd done all day; the thrill of realising men had been gazing at my fanny over lunch; how he'd gotten me to start wanking with a vibrator up my rear passage, and even more, how he didn't even know the effect he was having me... it all came together. Even the way he held me after sex (when we'd had time), and the look in his eyes when he met me at the door in my fuck-me-dress just a few minutes earlier.
I got a bit rude then, talking dirty, telling him to use me and fuck my ass with his big hard cock - you know the sort of thing, My cum was building. Fuck, I'd come twice already, and here was a third one. He leant over, whispering in my ear, calling me a slut, his personal anal slut, getting me to beg for his cock up my arse, making me tell him how much I loved being used like this. I could feel his cock swelling again, even more so than when he'd been in my cunt. Then it happened, he came again - I could actually feel his come shooting into my bowels, and his cock pulsing as it spurted. And that set me off....
Oh god, I've just remembered something else that I've not told you yet (are you still here, or have you had enough of my gushing over him?).
He gave me another first:
My first squirt.
Yep, you read that right. My first squirt. I know you've seen it in movies, we both have, but I thought it was faked.
It's not. It was like I'd pissed myself, but almost painfully-pleasurable at the same time.
He slipped out of my ass after that, and I felt so empty. Will you listen to me - yesterday I was an anal virgin aside from one finger, one tongue, and a bit of dildoing (with a small one at that) and now I felt empty because I didn't have a nine inch cock stuffed up me.
Plus, I was really embarrassed, so I sprinted (is that right? Sprinted? Shouldn't it be .. sprunt? or sprant?) upstairs to clean up. I was soaked.
The poor bugger had cleaned up downstairs when I came down wearing his bathrobe (smelled nice!). Then... get this... he wanted it again! What a fucking stud! I told him no, in no uncertain terms, and we got back to the plan... food. I was famished! You'd think having a salami forced into you would be enough, but after three comes in less than 20 minutes (was that all!!??), I could have eaten a horse.
Mind you, after all that sex, I was exhausted. We chatted while we ate. Real chat, you know, about us, rather than about the weather or TV or other dross. I kept finding myself gazing into his eyes as we talked. He's real sweet you know: good looking, fit, great at sex, helpful, and quite bright as well. And he's ... well... the only word that comes to mind is "wise". He sees through to the truth of things, ignoring the popular distractions and cutting to the chase. And he's not egotistical - from what he was saying, he seems to always try to do the "right" thing, even if it's not convenient for him... or even if it's downright inconvenient.
I think I might be falling for him....
Ang.xxx
I sat back. Oh my god. I knew she liked me, I didn't realise how much. Thoughts raced round my head: I definitely felt something for her, as I'd realised last night. Did I want her to fall for me? Did I want something serious already? She'd been wanking anally with the vibrator I'd used the other day to wank off with? Shit, if I'd know that then, I would have come a lot quicker. Who was Jules, and why was Angela sharing so much - I know women do share a lot, but in that much detail? Angela had not had anyone else for a year and a half? Why? (She was hot enough, so she must have been approached by guys when she was out and about).
The thought of her wanking at work had turned me on. Hmmm... I wonder if I could meet her one day, and give her a good hard shag while she leans over her desk? Also, the thought of her flashing to the men in the restaurant... that's not really been my scene in the past, but I was horny thinking about it now. Maybe we would do similar in future, making out with each other whilst she's baring her all, watching guys get jealous and turned on as a result - I'm sure that would REALLY turn her on as well, and she'd bang my brains out afterwards.
And rim her while she's wanking with a cucumber? Where do I sign up for that? I'd pay good money to do that with someone who's got as nice an ass as she has. Hey, then we could go on and I'd taker her ass while she wanked herself with the cucumber, or the rabbit. Aaah, man, how good would that feel, sliding my cock into her sweet ass, and feeling the vibrator buzzing through the wall to her cunt.
Then she wants to be tied up and dominated? I'd not done that before, but I think I could manage it. Hmmm, very nice idea. And she wants to rim me? Not sure about that - will need to think about it. And will definitely make sure I'm REALLY clean back there, just in case.
What about that whole "get a mate from the gym and do the porn star pose"? I'd seen that position before, but often it was two guys - the girl straddles the hips of one, and fucks him, then the other one comes up behind and fucks her ass. I'm not sure it can be comfortable enough to keep at it for long, but if she wants to do it with me, I'll give it a shot. Not too keen on another guy though.
I quickly checked for other mails from Jules (Must find out who that is), but there were none there, and none that looked otherwise about me, so I closed the email application.