Bit of a revenge fuck

A few years back, a female colleague tore into me for no reason, completely unprovoked. We were alone in a room at the time so nobody witnessed the verbal abuse she gave me. Clearly she was having a bad day and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe there had been some build up to it, but I was unaware why she was so nasty to me. I walked out and avoided her for weeks afterwards. She did come and try to apologise a couple of minutes later, however I firmly told her to "fuck off".


Our relationship at work after that day was simply professional and matter of fact. There was never any banter or joking, no other added conversation apart from our jobs, and work was work, nothing else.


Strangely, for about six months I really started to notice her shape and the way she carried herself. In short, I thought she was hot, and developed a crush for her, much to my annoyance. I wanted in her panties. I wanted to ride her. I wanted to fuck her.


A week ago at a small gathering after work, a couple of other guys and a few female colleagues shared a meal together at a local bistro. Drink featured throughout our meal, and we were all in a happy place after having a few. We had paid our bill and getting our coats ready to leave when I had to visit the bathroom for a quick pee. When I came back everyone had left... all except Yvonne, the female colleague I did not see eye to eye with.


I felt a little awkward, and foolishly said "never mind them... let's get some shots". First up was Tequila, which immediately loosened things up between us. Yvonne asked "are you okay being here with me?" My mouth spilled out, "yes, good to have you all to myself". Adding, "it gives us a chance to play", just as another round of shots were placed on the table. We both downed them, and Yvonne looked flushed. She paid the bill, grabbed my hand, and we left the bistro into the cold night air.


Seconds later in the back of a taxi, she snuggled up to me and whispered, "now you've got me to yourself... what are you going to do?" We kissed, our lips warm and wet, tongues searching, flicking into each others mouths. We arrived at her place, paid the taxi, and she pulled me upstairs to her apartment. Her keys fumbled in the lock and her door swung open. As Yvonne closed the door I pushed her back up against the door. My mouth biting at her breasts through her clothes. My hand searching between her legs, rubbing and squeezing. Yvonne responded to me, her hand found my swollen cock as she clutched and stoked me.


Yvonne quickly lead us to the bedroom, pulling off our clothes as we went. Both naked we bounced onto the bed and I quickly grabbed her hips pulling her towards my cock. Our eyes and mouths met again, as my rock solid cock slid effortlessly into her glistening wet pussy. She was soaking wet and ready for me, and I slid all the way deep inside her warm welcoming pussy. It was Great knowing Yvonne wanted me as much as I wanted her. We fucked hard and deep, grinding, slamming, pounding, it was delicious ploughing balls deep in to her greedy little wet cunt. She was moaning and groaning loud, letting all the neighbours know that she was being satisfied that night.


I pulled out and took my mouth kissing all the way to her pussy. Yvonne squirmed with pleasure as my mouth and tongue met her dripping wet cunt. I tickled her clit until she began to tremble and shake. Then I inserted two fingers deep inside and began rolling them around and around, getting faster and faster. Occasionally I would curl and flick my fingers deep inside her cunt driving her wild. Yvonne shook violently, shuddering and shaking uncontrollably. My fingers worked frantically with a 'come here' motion inside her... then I pulled them out quickly, followed by Yvonne squirting over me. Again, I worked her cunt with my fingers, withdrawing fast, again Yvonne squirted all over me. Then one last intense deep fingering, pushing into her dripping wet soaking cunt, working her hard, frenetic, a blur my fingers rolled and flicked and searched her cunt. She exploded, a massive quivering squirt, and another gushing out as my fingers withdrew.


I flipped her over onto her front, as she shook and trembled under me. I positioned my thick hard cock between her pussy lips and plunged deep. I deliberately and repeatedly plunged deep into Yvonne's soaking wet cunt. She was delirious. My pace began to build, growing faster, pushing deeper, Yvonne moaning at every stroke. I took a firm grip of her hips and focused everything I had into hammering fuck out of Yvonne. Fast and hard, over and over I pounded her pussy, slamming harder than I  had ever fucked any woman in my life before. Yvonne was screaming and growling to the rhythm of my cock sliding into her.


I took a grip of her shoulders, as she knelt in front of me, and I began drilling her hard. She was whimpering as I rammed every inch of my cock into her gorgeous open cunt, She was loving how hard and rough my cock was trashing her pussy. Yvonne began to arch her back in front of me, shaking and trembling. My cock began to swell up to it's hardest, it's thickest, it's longest. Yvonne responded, she knew I was about to cum. With four or five deep digging deliberate strokes my cock twitched and jerked as I squirted over and over, filling her soft, warm wet pussy with my thick creamy cum. My body shook as I growled delivering my juice into Yvonne. It was delicious. Her thighs quivering and shaking as the last of my cum dripped onto her gaping little pussy. I took hold of my cock, and spanked that greedy little cunt with my swollen  manhood. Satisfied. I had fucked her good and hard... and enjoyed thumping that little kitty all night. Yvonne loved me banging her hard and venting my past anger in her swollen tender pussy. Such a sweet fuck. I used to hate that bitch.

Not had a scribble in a long while...

We would meet somewhere neutral, not far from a provincial train station,
just off a bustling high street, near a cute little town centre. There would be
a slight awkwardness between us at first. An understandable apprehension.
This tension would result in bubbly giggling with silly jokes as we shared a
light brunch together. We wouldn't eat much, just nibble and pick, enjoying
a coffee as we try to steady our heartbeats.

Exchanging background stories would paint and colour in some character.
The detail building some personality of the individuals who created an easy
flow of erotic emails. This effortless sensual sharing had gone on for many
months, and had developed into lengthy sexy telephone calls. An electric
bond which we both wanted to discover and investigate physically together.

We both check-in to a small family run hotel not far from the train station.
The static crackles as we climb the stairs to our room on the second floor.
An old bare wood door swings open to reveal a large bed, net curtains over
a sash and case window, an en suite bathroom and a dresser with mirror.
The big wooden door clicks shut behind us as we enter and survey the room.

Our overnight bags left by our sides, I take the opportunity to embrace you
from behind. My arms curl around your front as my mouth meets your slender
delicate neck. My teeth toy with you, as if I were Count Dracula about to suck
your blood. I inhale your intoxicating scent, which when mixed with the close
warmth of your body, stirs a swelling in my boxers. My breathing becomes
deep and deliberate, the pulsing in my chest pressed against your back throbs,
and I push my swollen cock against you. My hands searching your body, stroking,
squeezing, searching, firm and delicate at the same time. My lips tracing kisses
up and down your neck, one side to the other, each breath melting your inhibitions.

Friday always got me excited, as it was the beginning of the weekend. The only time in the week that I could truly be myself. Every other Friday evening I would find myself on a bus or train travelling to a neighbouring town or city, no more than an hour away, on a new adventure. I would trawl the internet for a couple of weeks checking out bars and clubs online to see what was going on and where was best to visit. My train or bus journey would usually involve some flirting to get me in the mood, and I tried to make sure that I sat across from or near a cute looking man. One week I took the bus, which was quite empty and I sat opposite this dish of a man in his late thirties, blonde hair, clean shaven, smart well cut suit, smelling lovely. He had incredible blue eyes and a cheeky smile, sitting in the aisle seat leaving the window seat free. I sat across from him in the window seat and could feel his eyes all over me. My tight yoga pants and tight low slung top were complimenting my curves nicely and I knew he was admiring the view.

“Are you travelling far?” he said in his deep Scandinavian accent. “Only a few stops up the road” I replied staring into his gorgeous eyes. To my surprise he asked “where is your boyfriend or husband?”. “There is no boyfriend or husband”, I said. And with that said, he swung his legs into the aisle and patted his hand playfully on the seat next to him and said, “please, come, join me”. Without hesitation I got up and squeezed past him into the seat on his left next to the window. “My name is Sven, hello, thanks for joining me”, he said with a huge beaming smile, leaning in toward me. “Hi I’m Cathy, pleased to me you… where are you going tonight?” I asked. As he answered he stood up, took off his jacket and put it in the overhead luggage compartment, “wherever you want to take me”, he said as I checked his taut well defined torso and tight ass. I giggled playfully suggesting that was both cheeky and a little creepy as we had only just met. “Moments are for taking”, he said as leaned over and kissed me full on the lips, soft, warm and firm. That kick started the sweet little feeling between my legs as my pussy began to tingle. He turned side on as he pulled me closer to meet him, then gently brushed my long hair from my cheek, as his hand curled behind my neck he kissed me again.

My pussy was beginning to throb and I knew that I was moist because kissing always got me wet. He softly took my hand and placed it on his cock which was solid and clearly visible through his trousers and he whispered, “do you like it?”. I said nothing and presented with such an opportunity from such a sexy man, my hand began to stroke his cock through his trousers. This was a little more than I usually get on a Friday night journey, and I was enjoying his tongue delicately licking my lips in-between his kisses as his hands found my tits and he gently squeezed and circled his thumbs around my nipples. My pussy was fully charged and throbbing as I love a man playing with my nipples. He undid his trouser button and unzipped his fly to allow me to explore further, and I was met by a huge thick hard cock as he was not wearing underwear. My hand circled his girth and I gave a tight squeeze and he gasped.

By now we were almost the only people on the bus except for a few people down the front, and where we were seemed quite safe near the back of the bus. “Turn around for me”, he asked as he helped me turn toward the window. He grabbed the waist of my yoga pants and slid them across my ass down to the top of my thighs. My heart was thumping and I knew my pussy was wet and ready as I felt the tip of his cock nudge its way between my lips. With one thrust he was right up inside of me, and his thick rigid cock stretched my tight aching pussy wide open. He was big… bigger than most cocks as I felt his rhythm build, so I brought my knees up onto the seat and pushed my ass out towards him. He took a firm grip of my waist and started to pump deep, and oh fuck was this man big. He worked my pussy with his cock sliding in and out steady and forceful, slamming himself against me, with his balls slapping my clit every now and then, it was delicious. “I want to suck you” I said, and in a second he withdrew and had twirled me around to meet his massive cock covered in my pussy juice. I loved sucking cock, and I gave him my best, squeezing and wanking the base of his thick manhood while my mouth took what it could. His hand was on my head pushing down to my rhythm and he was uncontrollably groaning, which probably could not be heard at the front of the bus. His cock was thick, long and smooth in my mouth and his foreskin had been pulled back from being in my pussy. I was loving it.

I knew I wanted him in my cunt right there and then, I wanted to feel his juice between my legs, so I stood up for a few seconds turned away from him, and sat myself down on his big cock. His huge cock slid right up inside my pussy as I sat my whole weight on him. He began to grind into my pussy which drove me wild past the point of any inhibition and I started fucking him cowgirl style. I couldn’t get enough of this big cock as I bounced up and down working him nearer to his orgasm. My pussy was on fire, tingling and throbbing as I worked him hard, making sure I was taking every inch. That’s when he took a hold of me, grabbing me roughly by my hips and dictating the rhythm, thrusting up into my eager cunt… he pulled me tight onto his lap and pushed up as I felt his thick cock twitch inside me, again and again he kept twitching and throbbing inside my soaking wet cunt. I could feel that he had flooded me full of his warm sticky juice, and he flopped back into his seat, his cock still fully inside my pussy, with my lips stretched wide.

I could feel his cum trickle down my thigh as I pulled up my yoga pants and recompose myself, as his lips met mine again, and his strong arms pulled me closer. “Let’s find a hotel” he said. “Okay” I replied, as I did not want to pass the opportunity of having his massive big cock up side me again. A few miles later the bus pulled into the station, it wasn't where I planned to get off, however we were in a taxi and off to the nearest hotel for a fantastic night of sex. The best sex I’ve had to date so far.

I woke up wet with a tingle in my pussy, coming out of a dream where I just been fucked deep and hard by a fit smoldering handsome man in his forties. I was a little bleary and soft focused as the warm morning sun shone on my face through the bedroom window. A tad disappointed to be leaving my dream I threw back my duvet and made my way to the shower. Standing in the hot shower I wiped my creamy pussy clean and smiled as I recalled my dream lovers cock pounding into my pussy until I came. As I dried myself off and made some coffee I was very aware that I was still feeling very horny and that my pussy was moist again. I was startled by the door bell and spilled some coffee by its interruption, I went to the door in my robe to find a cute buff young guy with a parcel. My imagination stripped him naked as he spoke, as my eyes focused on his cock. "Can you take a parcel for number 24?" he said, snapping me back to reality. I played suggestively with my hair and swiveled my hips, "sure, no problem" I replied. He thrust a small digital box in front of me, paying no attention to my feminine charm or half naked body concealed by my robe and said, "sign here". A quick smile and he was off. My dream bubble burst in a second, as I was already sucking on his cock and ready to be fucked. I dropped the parcel behind the door, I knew I had to get out into the sun and snap out of this horny mood or I would be back in bed stroking my clit and rubbing my pussy for hours. I poured away my coffee, pulled out a thigh high skimpy little summer dress, pulled on a tiny pair of knickers, my strappy sandals, brushed my long black hair, grabbed my keys and was off out in a matter of minutes.

As I drove into town I could feel that little familiar throb and tingle return to my pussy. I have to do something about this I thought to myself... 'bang!' The car took a wobble and I knew the back tyre had gone. My heart was pounding from the fright I got, and by now my pussy was very moist. I went into automatic pilot, as this had happened a couple of months back, so I had phoned and arranged a pick-up or tyre change and was sitting listening to the radio enjoying the sun when the truck arrived. The guy that came was not wearing overalls and was dressed in tight jeans and an open check shirt, he explained that it was his day off but he had taken the call because it was just a couple of miles from him. He was cute, with a sexy smile, short dark hair and broad shoulders obviously from working out. He got to work right away and changed my tyre in no time at all quite expertly. "You're good with you hands", I said to him. "It was an easy job, no problem" he replied, as he swung open the back door of his truck to return his tools.

I noticed a big old black leather sofa in the back of his truck, and he caught my eye saying, "oh, I'm just taking that to the dump, I just bought a new one". My mood was still horny and before I knew it the words were out of my mouth..."that looks comfy, I bet your sofa has seen some action", I could feel my pussy tingle and with the light warm summer breeze making my skimpy dress flap at my thighs I knew my knickers were damp. He leaned into me an asked "why don't you give it a try, its yours if you want it, I'm throwing it out anyway".

We were on the sofa in seconds and my little dress was up around my waist, my ass facing him he whipped down my damp knickers and thrust his cock into my swollen wet cunt. He was thick and hard, so I let out a gasp as he pushed deep into my pussy. "Fuck me", came out of my lips and he went into top gear, his hands grabbing my waist tight he started slamming into my aching little cunt so hard that I came all over his cock. He continued grinding and pumping his big thick cock at a steady rhythm sliding in and out, grunting and swearing. "Such a tight wet little cunt, I'm gonna empty my fucking balls deep into your gorgeous little pussy" he growled. I came all over his cock again, quivering and trembling as he thrust himself relentlessly up inside me. "Fuck me deep and hard", I said, which flipped him over the edge... he found another gear and started hammering fuck out my little wet pussy, like a jack-hammer he drilled my cunt hard and fast making the whole truck shake as we fucked on his old sofa. He shouted "fuck I'm gonna cum!" and I pushed myself back onto him. His body went rigid as I felt his cock twitch and jerk inside my pussy, squirting me full of his thick warm creamy juice. He came inside me for ages, more than most men, and I felt his cum starting to drip down my thighs as his rhythm stopped and he stood behind me withdrawing his big swollen cock. I turned around and slumped on the sofa admiring the big cock that had just satisfied my pussy. "Told you it was comfy", he said, as I pulled his lovely big cock into my mouth tasting my pussy all over him.

Later we drove back to mine, and I took the old black leather sofa which sat well in my bedroom... and we fucked all day, all over that sofa.

Julie had a lovely great wide open smile and loved to laugh. She was all natural curves, so cute and sexy, a woman who knew how to catch a man's eye. I was lucky to have her as a girlfriend and made sure that I enjoyed every second of her company and her delicious body. Her dark brown shoulder length hair, stunning green eyes, beautiful classic hour glass figure at a size twelve was complimented by a bouncing handful of busty beauties. Her natural tits were just gloriously firm and pert, gorgeous pointed dark nipples which I just had to suck every time we got naked or played together. I adored how feminine she was, always wearing a skirt or dress, sometimes free from her knickers and occasionally wearing stockings she knew how to tease and attract all kinds of men. When she was drunk on a walk home some nights she was not shy to give her plush hairy bush a cheeky flash to a stranger passing by to give them an eyeful. That’s what I loved about her, the care free and measured approach to sex and teasing, she always knew when the time was right and who to play in front of anywhere she wanted.

After a long hot sweaty night clubbing and quite a few drinks later we were making our way back to my place. I took my chance in a quiet lane not far from the club and grabbed her from behind, I wanted a squeeze on her perfect tits and needed to taste her mouth against mine. She surprised me by spinning around and dropping to her knees while unzipping my jeans, expertly freeing my cock and swallowing it deep into her open mouth, so warm and wet her excellent technique had me throbbing rock hard against her tongue in seconds. As she grabbed at the base of my cock working her magic with her mouth, I became aware that I could smell cigarette smoke nearby, and quickly noticed that there was a shadowy figure just a few feet away standing in a doorway, I was a little startled but it turned me on to know someone was watching. I took a handful of her hair brushing it free of her face so the person could get a better look at her working on my cock. I whispered gently to Julie to make her aware that we were being watched by someone close to us. She looked up withdrawing my cock from her mouth looking in the direction of the stranger and gestured with her pointing finger to our shadowy friend to come closer. A guy emerged and took a few steps towards us and Julie quickly gave him a flat palm to signal that he should stop. He stopped dead in his tracks and flicked his cigarette away. It was difficult to tell in the dark lane however he looked roughly in his late thirties, fairly smartly dressed, quite short,slim and by now we could smell his musky male spray-on fragrance.

Julie got straight back to sucking on my thick hard cock, although this time she added her porn sound effects for our voyeur friend. She slurped, moaned and groaned putting on a little sex show as she sucked my cock deep. I had to join in groaning as this was just too good to be true, letting Julie know how good she was and how great her mouth felt all over my solid cock, and adding effect for our strange viewer. To my surprise Julie got up and stood opposite me, flipped her dress up over her hips tucking it in at the waist, she spread her legs and positioned her hands carefully on the wall in front of us presenting her delicious hairy pussy to me. I did not waste any time and firmly grabbed a hold of her hips, positioned my cock at her dripping wet pussy and slid my rampant thick hard cock the whole way up inside her red hot soaking wet cunt. She gasped and I immediately went into top gear pumping and slamming my cock deep right up to my balls into her eager pussy with our shadowy friend standing close by watching. For about five furious minutes I hammered every inch of my swollen throbbing cock up into Julie's dripping wet greedy little cunt and by the gasping and yelping sounds she was making she loved every inch of my dick pumping into her pussy. Soon we became aware of our new acquaintance moaning and his frantic movement, he was clearly enjoying our little sex show and had his cock in his hand giving it everything he had, wanking, groaning and gasping as he watched.

Julie began to tremble and was making such a noise by this stage as I hung onto to her slamming everything I had right up inside of her cunt, she gave out a screaming yelp and a loud sigh clearly cumming all over my thick cock, which was very quickly followed by some uncontrollable grunts from our shadowy friend as he obviously came judging by his shaking and trembling. This tipped me right over the edge so I let myself go, that gorgeous throbbing tingly feeling when my cock gets to its biggest just before it twitches and jerks... I flooded her adorable wet hairy cunt full of my cum. The thrill of squirting all of my thick creamy sticky juice inside of Julie right in front of this man was a huge turn on and had me really horny. I squirted what felt like every last drop I had into her tight wet pussy. Our shadowy friend had squirted everything for her too.

I tucked my swollen cock away and Julie pulled down her dress and adjusted herself to look decent with my cum dripping from her, as we rushed off past our dark voyeur heading for my place to enjoy fucking each other for the rest of the night.

Tania and I were out for a walk on a beautiful sunny day during the height of summer. We had dressed for the weather, I was wearing loose shorts and 't'- shirt, she was wearing a light and revealing wide knee high A line summer dress. We had been flirting with the occasional grab and a squeeze as we walked along the river on our way to the park.

Once we got to the park it was great to see lots of other couples embraced and displaying their affection sprawled out on the grass making the most of the hot summer sun.

We found a spot after getting some ice cream and sat down together. Tania sat on my knee and then on my lap as we giggled and chatted. Her dress covered most of our legs as we sat together kissing in between licking our ice creams suggestively, laughing together.

Then Tania took me by surprise straddling me in front of everyone who could see us. Well they could see that she was sat on top of me, but what they couldn’t see was that she had cheekily pulled the front of my shorts down revealing my manhood, and that she was not wearing any underwear exposing her femininity, and that her smooth pussy and my shaved cock and balls were pressed naked together.

It felt electric, I could feel her damp pussy against my cock… which wasn’t hard yet because I just was not expecting her to do this in such a public space. I soon began to feel that familiar swelling and that delicious throb between my legs. My cock did not take very long to get thumping rock hard, stretching its full length along her now very wet and juicy pussy lips.

I was flustered, and I was feeling very horny because Tania had never done anything like this before. We were giggling and kissing together, then I whispered gently in her ear and asked just how far she was going to go with this. With one very delicate and incredibly quick move she swiftly rose up, took her hand grabbing my cock to position it at the lips of her pussy and sunk down her full weight onto my pulsing rock solid cock swallowing it deep right up inside of her.

I could have flipped right there and then. Tania's dress was hiding everything, and to any on-lookers and all the people around us we were just kissing and sitting together… with Tania on top. She could not slide up and down on me because that would give the game away. Instead she just rocked back and forth every time she kissed me, grinding her pussy down hard on my full length. I squeezed my thighs to her rhythm as our delicious public fuck unfolded in front of everyone in the park. Occasionally she would hug me pulling my close with her arms wrapped around me as she adjusted a few subtle up and down movements, and sometimes she would make out like she was play dancing on my lap, bouncing around teasing my cock... fucking me in front of all to see.

It was so deliciously hot and I could feel my cock swelling up to the point of no return, as Tania rocked herself back and forth on me I squeezed my cock further up into her pussy until I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I exploded inside her and completely emptied my balls in about four or five massive jolts between my legs. I felt Tania go tight and quiver on top of me as my cock twitched and jerked inside of her delicate pussy, squirting all my creamy juice deep inside her deliciously tight and welcoming hot little cunt.

We sat there gasping for a few minutes but knew we had to get up and leave. In a commando style move we were up clothes sorted and on the move again. However as we walked from the park, it was plain to see that all my creamy cum was running down Tania’s legs and she was dripping with my juice. She laughed as we ran back home, hoping that no-one would see her wet legs covered with my come. What a fantastic day in the park. I often think of sweet smiling Tania, and the way she sat on my cock that day, and all of my creamy cum dripping down her sexy thighs.

Okay last of 2017... Ladies, women please rate my pictures out of ten...
I'm not sure if this is the place for me. It's fine being a voyeur and I guess and exhibitionist, however the connection is just not happening. I read and I write... I post, but the interactive fun just does not seem to happen for me. Perhaps I need a few suggestions. Perhaps I just need to trawl the meat market sites, which seem awful, because there is no truth. Where as here... there is honesty. But for me... no hits, no comments, perhaps I need to be here more often.
So, if you have half a minute, have a look, post a rate on a photo, boost some confidence... bring me back to life. Some power for 2018. Thanks for reading

It was a beautiful bright balmy summer evening as my train wound its way slowly through the Scottish countryside to its final destination. A rich heavy sensuous musk from wild blooming honeysuckle and jasmine caught the back of my throat, and filled the stuffy old grey carriage. A journey accompanied only by a few weary looking local passengers dotting the seats in front of me. I recall wondering if any of these people had arranged a rendezvous that made their hearts race and beat as fast as mine that lovely sultry evening. I took a deep breath filling my lungs and slowly exhaled gently closing my eyes letting my imagination project what might happen over the next few hours. Smiling, my shoulders dropped as I softly sank back into my seat.
It had been several months since I split up with my last girlfriend Alison. My thoughts had been turning to her more and more recently. Her soft warm flesh, her deep hazel eyes, and her succulent ruby lips. This woman was dynamic and generous in bed, really great fun. In fact, I think I may have had some of the best sex of my life with her. I wasn’t sad that we were not together any longer. It had been an amicable parting… things had just run their course, and it had come time to say goodbye. Those were a tempestuously passionate and erotic few weeks we had shared together. It was fun to let my memories drift in and out of being vivid, then vague. Exploring my mini sexual fantasies gave me a slight pleasure as I travelled on my journey.

I also enjoyed watching the trees and cottages appear then disappear, punctuated by rivers and streams. A brilliant flash of sunshine reveals wide open yellow fields of seed, only to be swallowed by the darkness of a small pine forest, sparkling with irregular darts of light somehow adding a magical touch to the old carriage. My thoughts melted to an intimate moment with Alison when we were on our way home one dark night. Gazing from my carriage window my vision blurred as I began to feel my sex swell in my jeans. We had decided to walk instead of taking a taxi, so we wandered aimlessly home sharing life stories and personal history. Alison surprised me and dragged me into a darkened doorway, fumbling and grabbing all the time as we kissed passionately.
She dropped to her knees pulling at my belt and zip with a couple of expert movements and my trousers slipped down to my knees. I will never forget her warm mouth and her tight lips as she pleased me with her mouth. Plunging into a tunnel my ears pop, I swallowed deeply. The train clattered a loud pulsing rhythm, I was nervous my mouth was dry, my throat again swallowed and my hearing returned with a squeak. Only a few miles to go, how will I greet my weekend hosts when I arrive at my destination? This should be an incredibly sexy weekend for all three of us, I thought to myself.

I had known Joanna and George for only a year or so. However we had become very close in such a short space of time. They were relaxed people, smart and naturally intuitive. Both were intelligent and well educated in a quiet and subtle way, slightly reserved and understated. George had contacted me via a free classifieds website looking for someone to teach him more about using his computer and surfing the internet. We were almost the same age and became friends easily, laughing at the same jokes and sharing similar interests. I had met his wife Joanna for the first time during one of our computer teaching sessions at their house. We had stopped for a chat and she had brushed into the room unannounced.
“Tea and home made cake for the gents” she proudly offered us both. She caught my eye instantly. There was a confidence that I really enjoyed, and of course her shape spoke volumes to me. She smelt delicious, and our eyes only made contact once, accompanied with a polite smile.

Their collective hospitality was very warm and honest. He was the kind of person that was comfortable to be around, and in an odd sort of way we looked very similar and dressed alike, which Joanna liked teasing us about every time we were all in company. She and I developed our friendship focusing on our love of food. This led to us cooking for each other sharing evenings eating indulging in our pet passion of swapping recipes and ingredients sipping on our current favourite wine. We all had shared the odd barbeque, lunch and dinner party in the company of close friends. Joanna was a few years younger than both George and I. Her dark short hair suited the way she looked and complimented stunning sparkling green eyes. She was quite small and very fit, voluptuous with an adorable feminine well proportioned figure full of curves. Fresh faced she looked naturally pretty without make-up, liked to laugh and was not afraid to encourage wine fuelled conversations toward the risqué and taboo.
In fact it was one such drunken chat regarding a titillating subject which had led me on this very journey. It was a keen interest in photography, and a healthy interest in coffee table erotica. We all added to this with an animated conversation about our voyeuristic society. They both liked to flirt enjoying the art of the tease and the challenge of slightly disguised lewd communication with complete strangers… and with friends. I was excited and looking forward to seeing them both on the platform at the station.

Joanne had taken great care in making all the arrangements for our meeting this evening, with an attention for detail which impressed both George and I. She wanted to make sure that we all felt very comfortable with our very special evening planned together, preparing light and delicate food, buying fine wine and even organising a collaborative musical playlist of all our favourite tunes. Music was another delight which we all shared, the emotion, the mood, the year… a perfect tone to set any evening or party in the swing would be what was playing on the CD player. Tonight we would all be moving to the same rhythm if all goes according to plan.
The train pulled into the station in slow motion, my heart pounding, my breath slow and steady. The door slid open and as I stepped out onto the platform I heard a familiar soft cheeky giggling, “hey you”, turning around to be greeted by warm delicate arms offering a tight embrace and a welcome kiss on the cheek. Joanna was beaming a broad smile looking radiant as George added, “hey hello Robert” and grabbed around my shoulder patting my back in the way only a man can. Our frames were very similar, wide and thick muscles on top with an overall average medium build, both with well polished shaven heads. There was no doubting, we looked very alike. We could have been mistaken as being brothers. I stole a cheeky little glance at Joanna’s pert bouncing breasts as I tossed my weekend bag into the open boot of their car, slid onto the back seat and with a few slams clicks and clunks we were off to their house. It was so easy to quickly relax, exchanging little stories of how our respective days were going, with the occasional laugh and a joke. I took in glimpses of cute little cottages and rolling hills along the way as we chatted. There were ponds with ducks, fields of sheep and the pungent aroma of deep green pine forest filled my nostrils. We all sniggered and chuckled like excited children as we made our way back to the house.

Pouting her soft full red lips as she leaned over into the back seat of the car, squeezing her full breasts together exposing a plunging cleavage, Joanna asked me in a loud and mockingly posh comedy accent, “so did you bring your little camera darling?” To which I smiled and replied (trying to maintain the humour) “I most certainly did sweetie”. George nervously just blurted out, “I can’t wait… this is going to be absolutely bloody great tonight”. We all laughed and snorted hard, a very gutsy laugh. If we all kept to our original plan, then things would be extremely sexy and sensual.

Arriving at the house the sky turned a deep pink with streaks of burnt orange on light plumes of whippy cloud. Joanne quickly ushered me upstairs presenting my room for the weekend, as George hurriedly prepared us all some refreshing gin and tonics. She gave my backside a cheeky little firm spank which tingled, “don’t be long sexy” she winked, before leaving me to un-pack. Their house was just stunning, very tasteful, so subtle, Victorian, sympathetic décor and dazzling polished floors. They had a lovely well tended garden in full bloom with apple and pear trees, flower beds and an area for growing onions, potatoes and other vegetables. This was a perfect little place for chilling out and relaxing hidden away deep in the quiet countryside. My sex began throbbing pulsing deep, as I felt myself stirring, beginning to swell, aroused. I slipped out of my t-shirt and took off my jeans.
The house was warm, and my room had obviously been baking in the evening sun. My hand automatically reached down toward my groin and gave a light squeeze. I felt myself thick, becoming hard, perhaps in need of my attention to become fully erect. I could see George and Joanna from above, looking down from my window. Both kissing squeezing and fumbling with each other, unaware I was watching them grab and grope. This was making me feel very hot indeed… I had better compose myself, I thought. After a quick freshen up I bounded down the stair to re-join my hosts. Standing in the back garden absorbing the late evening sunshine, admiring the tranquil setting George gestured in the air “cheers!” with his glass. We all sipped as we smiled, “cheers, and here is to a very special evening” I said. Tonight had been in planning for several weeks so the tension and worries had began to show a little just in the last week. Were we doing the right thing? Was this what we all wanted? What would happen after tonight? And perhaps much more importantly… would we still remain friends?

Well all these answers were about to become reality and there was no turning back. Here I was with this fantastic young couple who were deeply in love… about to make their dreams and fantasies come true. Joanna quietly slipped away from our company tip toeing upstairs to her bedroom. George looked at me straight in the eye and in a quietly whispered tone said “look, whatever Joanna says you do it, right?” adding “tonight she is the boss okay Robert?” I nodded in agreement saying, “absolutely, Joanna’s the boss tonight”.
He motioned me toward the dining room so I followed him. I was surprised when the door opened as the room had totally changed and was dressed and decorated for tonight.
“I’m going to join Joanna and help her get ready. I’ll leave you in here to get set up”, whispered George softly into my ear as if telling me a deep dark secret. He left me there surveying the transformed room. Some of the shapes looked familiar like the sofa and the chair however they had been covered by printed throws. South American perhaps Aztec or Mayan prints, deep purple and reds which jarred with both Joanna and George’s taste. Normally this furniture was in the living room at the front of the house. There were unusual masks on the wall which looked African. Dark wooden brown and blue angry warrior type masks which looked completely out of place in their contemporary old house. The French doors to the patio had been hidden behind the large folds of a muslin d obscuring the view into the back garden. This was either a massive breakdown of personal taste perhaps a new statement in fashion, or it was a stroke of genius to disguise our location. How clever, this is genius I thought to myself. Nobody would be able to recognize this place in a million years. I caught my reflection in a large mirror which appeared to be strategically placed next to the chair. I looked at myself and said out loud, “it’s show time folks”. Drawing my ten mega pixel camera from its leather case, I heard light footsteps coming down the stair. I pressed play on the CD player and familiar deep rhythmic funky beats filled the room. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the footsteps come closer to our decorated theatre set.
The door swung open and Joanna strode straight into the middle of the room commanding my attention. She looked fantastic and incredibly unfamiliar as she held her sexy stance. Wearing a black shoulder length bob shaped wig, sporting a delicate lace eye mask, long fake eyelashes accented by dark eye make up. Here was a completely new Joanna. This was the private porn star, exotic burlesque dancer Joanna. Her eyes sparkled like I had never seen them before and her vivid red glossy lips looked so inviting. Her outfit looked heavenly, a tight laced black corset accenting her gorgeous waist and pushing up her voluptuous breasts. Sheer black silk stockings held up by a lightly frilled suspender belt. A pair of extremely tight black satin knickers with delicate red piping covered her stunning ass. Shiny leather strapped sling back shoes with a three or four inch heel. All set off by a pair of elbow high black satin gloves.
This was a totally traditional and clichéd erotic look for a woman but I loved it. More importantly, I thought that it suited Joanna down to the ground she looked incredible, just magnificent. She oozed sex as she stood there striking her pose looking directly at me, then looking away from me but demanding that I look at her and enjoy her beauty, her sensuality. “You look delicious you kinky little minx, just edible” I said, lifting my digital camera, I began to shoot. The three and a half inch LCD screen on my camera gave me vivid erotic stills of Joanna at her sensuous and seductive best. I kept aiming and clicking, spinning around her capturing her every subtle move and pose, bending over the sofa, stretching out against the wall, throwing her legs into the air sat on the edge of the chair. She spread her legs wide and began to rub between her legs ever so gently. Her index finger motioned little slow and tender circles. “That’s it, you look great… more, more… go for it Joanna” I tried to encourage her. She seemed like an accomplished professional. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. There was no shyness or inhibition to exhibit, display and positively rejoice in her feminine curves. This was a woman who was a comfortable size twelve and content with it. My camera continued to click as I absorbed her beauty, every shape she made almost sexier than the previous pose. My heart was racing, I was beginning to sweat. This woman had me throbbing with excitement being so tantalizingly close to me. I could smell her sweet perfume slightly spicy with a touch of fruit… it was driving me absolutely crazy with desire. “I want intimate close-ups” she hissed at me fluttering her fake eyelashes. “Come closer darling” I felt the warmth of her soft body approach me… just inches away from my neck. I felt her warm breath on my cheek as she stared straight into my soul teasing me, cocking one eyebrow with a wry smile. “You like me like this Robert?” she asked. I nodded, beads of sweat running from my forehead down onto my cheek.
“All hot and bothered are we darling?” Joanna whispered sexily in my ear. She slowly slipped her hand into her black satin knickers searching for her tender spot. I could see her fingers working beneath the sheer black shiny material. She lingered there long enough to know that I would be fully erect, just admiring her, no camera clicking, just looking at her. I stood there and adored her every move… exquisite.
At this point I felt like jumping on her, grabbing her flesh, kissing those inviting lips, ripping at her lingerie, licking her body, kissing her breasts… having my wicked way with her. I saw myself mounting her there and then, satisfying my lust, indulging my passion. I wanted her, I needed her, I had to have her… but no, this was my dear friend. I couldn’t, what was I thinking? I imagined myself on top of her, behind her, fully immersed in her beautiful body. I lost myself in thought, kissing her from top to toe, behind her ears, down her neck, along those soft and delicate shoulders. Tracing a line with my lips down along her spine, I’d continue over her full round ass. I’d stop to nibble and bite ever so softly. Onward down her thighs, licking slightly, stopping just behind her knees. A sensuous place for my attention, kissing and stroking all the while, as my fingers searched and traced lines over her warm body. In my head Joanna loved my every touch and attention of her flesh, allowing my tongue to delve deep into her sex, tasting her, teasing her. My fingers tweaking and pinching her erect nipples, she would buckle and arch her back in pleasure. I had to stop myself. This was driving me crazy. This was my lovely friend. I had to control myself, snap out of it. This was so unfair, she and George were very happy together. What was I thinking? You have to behave yourself right now, I thought.
As my breathing slowly calmed and the throbbing subsided, I noticed that cheeky smile had returned to Joanna’s face. Suddenly the sexy porn star persona had disappeared and she seemed slightly vulnerable and uncomfortable. The Joanna that I knew had returned almost in the blink of an eye, as if she knew we had taken things as far as they should go. “That was wonderful” I said, “you are a star and the camera loves you”. She blushed as her arms instinctively covered her pert large breasts. Joanna’s face was flushed like I had never seen it before. She was spent. There was a little tremble in her thighs as she stood there before me. I knew that radiant look of satisfaction on a woman’s face. It felt so special to share such an intimate and tender moment with her. “I should get a hold of George and get these uploaded to the computer” I offered in an almost matter of fact business like way. “Thank you babe… you’ve been brilliant… George will be thrilled” Joanna said as she was leaving the room. “He’s a very luck man” I said. Joanna replied, “best birthday present he could ever get from me… I know he’ll love it”.
There was hint in her voice that these photographs were not only for personal consumption. Maybe some of them would be featuring on their favourite amateur erotic website, who knows. As the deep blue darkness fell outside, and as I fumbled around for my USB cable to upload the photos, I could hear both Joanna and George giggle upstairs. I imagined her displaying her burlesque outfit in a more pornographic way for George.
Those cheery giggles soon developed into sighs and gasps from both male and female. There was a muted yelp from Joanna and what sounded like a few stumbled steps, before the tell tale sounds of the springs on their bed squeaking and groaning. At last, I thought, now they can indulge in the very passionate and personal satisfaction which had been building all day, the gratifying release of sensual pleasure washing over their eager taut bodies. I could hear a gentle unmistakable rhythm develop on their bed. I heard a soft… “that’s it baby, oh, that’s it” coming from Joanna’s lips. The tension must have been unbearable for them both, and now their sexual thirst would be quenched. I imagined them both in the heat of passion glued together embracing, biting, kissing, stroking and teasing one another indulging their love. I saw each of them sharing in deep penetration, fulfilling their rampant lust completely, over and over again. Both beautiful sexy young lovers wrestling into every position that they could manage to offer themselves to each other. How fortunate they were to be together, I thought to myself. And what a very lucky man George was to have an adorable, stunningly sexy vixen like Joanna.
Sitting on the sofa I found myself in a familiar situation… alone, feeling very frustrated. I took another sip from my drink as my right hand slipped into my trousers to be greeted by my fully erect shaft. I squeezed tightly and my body responded with a satisfying little wriggle of pleasure. Images flooded into my head from our erotic photographic session. Softly stroking, I saw the back of Joanna’s knees, her sexy thighs, and flashes of that delicious exposed flesh between the top of her stockings and the edge of her knickers. I could see her in the doggy position ready for sex. There she was on her back with her legs wide open, gesturing for me to come closer. She cupped her breasts as she pouted her lips as if she wanted me. This made me squeeze just a little tighter and my hand gained speed as I rubbed myself more, savouring the sublime ripples coursing throughout my body. I decided to save myself, withdrawing my hand I gave a heavy sigh of relief.
As promised and arranged earlier, I uploaded all of their sexy photographs for them to the laptop computer, and filed them neatly in folders waiting for their personal editing the next morning. I was quite thorough in my editing as I labelled the photos. I wanted to impress them both with my amateur ability in my new found hobby of photography. Anything blurred or badly framed got sent straight into the trash. Once I was finished I just had to indulge in some of the delightful food which had been prepared. It seemed such a waste, so I began to munch my way through salmon and pate with crackers. There were succulent dips of spicy salsa and garlic laced avocado which really were so delicious. Even simple homemade garlic breads tasted divine. There was a sumptuous platter of cold meats neatly presented, which I unceremoniously disfigured and devoured. I hadn’t realized that I was so hungry. I scoffed an entire mini loaf of herb bread and enough food for two people. The cheese board was wonderful, and I don’t think I have ever seen so many cheeses presented at the one time. All washed down with a couple of small glasses of a fine rich Chilean merlot.
It was such a tasty and ravishing feast which was as sexy as the woman who had prepared it for us all this evening. It’s an evening which I will never ever forget. One which has helped our friendship and relationships grow. There is a trust which will never be broken, and has encouraged mutual respect between us all as individuals. We never refer to our special night of photo erotica in any other company. It’s personal. There are times when we all smile in acknowledgement with a cheeky wink. Something only we can share as friends, a very special shared summer of love, Joanna, George and me, our secret.

Written by
Fran Dessop©

I was out on my own one Saturday night simply going from bar to bar and getting drunk, it had started to become a habit.
My drink of choice was beer and I would usually get myself to the stage where my vision would start to get a bit blurred.
That’s usually when I knew that it was time to head back home before I got messy and started falling around. My other
option was usually to find a woman just as drunk as me and end up in bed with her, either at my place or hers.

It was still fairly early in the evening and I had gone outside to have a smoke, that’s when I met the gorgeous Shelly.
Beautiful smile, jet black shoulder length hair, green eyes, stunning pert little ass and great firm and full bouncing tits,
she was bubbly, very talkative and I found her incredibly striking, amazing body and maybe around 5 foot 4 tall. The
kind of woman a man does not need to think twice about… very fuckable, just oozing sex.

We chatted and observed how everyone was scantily clad and wearing next to nothing due to the unusually hot summer.
My eyes kept getting drawn to her tits as they bounced in her white vest top when she laughed. She was cutting and
direct passing comment on the passing night life, joking about how long they might last in bed, or how you might not want
to find someone on top of you at midnight. She was funny and full of quick little observations and jokes. I gave her body
a good look when she was facing away from me or when she was looking down the street. She was delicious.

When we returned to the bar she invited me over to where she was sitting and introduced me to her boyfriend Jack.
He was around the same age as me, slightly bigger build than me, and a damn sight more hairy than me, as I’m bald.
We shared some drinks and laughed together, played songs on the jukebox, and chatted about the things we had in
common. We had all lived in the city for quite a few years but had never crossed paths, because I would have recalled
a woman as sexy as Shelly.

It didn’t take long for Shelly to start joking about sex, and Jack wasn’t shy adding to the conversation about the size of
a woman’s tits, the best position for sex, if we preferred hairy or shaven, the size and girth of cock… in fact we got into
quite revealing facts about what we liked and didn’t like in bed. I wasn’t shocked at all and Jack and Shelly seemed so
comfortable getting down to the hard truth and sharing with me, a complete stranger who had only met them an hour ago.
We talked about shuddering orgasms, women who squirt, the amount of cum a man gives a woman, fingering, licking
and sucking… in fact we covered a lot of sexy topics.

The conversation inevitably seemed to be steered towards chatting about threesomes. At that point my beer goggles were
on and any inhibition was long gone. I wasn’t drunk yet however I could not take my eyes off Shelly, sizing up her cute
little ass when she went to the bar, or staring at her tits as she leaned over the jukebox. Shelly was very candid about
what she wanted and what she would like. Ass in the air doggy style with Jack pumping into her, with a good big hard
cock in her mouth to suck on. Jack was fairly similar with Shelly’s legs up over his shoulders slamming deep into her
and watching her suck on a long hard cock. I agreed with them both as I told them that both positions sounded great
and added that the trill of watching a woman being fucked was just so hot, especially when that woman was sucking on
your cock at the same time. Equally thrilling would be watching the woman I was fucking work her mouth on another cock.

Our chat began to blur as the bar closed, once outside Jack and Shelly invited me back to their place which I agreed to
in a second. I had a huge smile on my face and convinced that I was going to get my cock sucked by Shelly that night.
We all stumbled into their apartment and within seconds I had a rum and coke in my hand, the music was on and we
were all sat around the table. Jack suggested a truth or dare game which as I recall was about sex, however my head
took a spin and I had to make my apologies and leave before I embarrassed myself. I felt an idiot, a missed chance all
lined up and the booze got the better of me. I left very red faced… and staggering, I made my way home.

To my complete surprise I was woken the next day by a text from Jack. I must have passed on my telephone number
at some point the night before. He was kind enough to ask if I had made it home okay and if I was feeling alright. He
then invited me out to brunch with Shelly. I accepted, then I got another text from Shelly telling me not to come with a
hangover and to smarten myself up. She was being cheeky however I recalled where we had left the night before and
I started to get horny at the possibility that she might suck me.

We met at a café in town and my cock was immediately hard when I saw Shelly. She was wearing a very tight sport’s
bra and incredibly tight lycra shorts, which were very short, revealing a tiny perfect bubble-butt ass. To see her flesh
just cranked me into top gear horny. Fantastic slim legs, divine bare torso and naked back revealed for all to see. She
looked amazing and I wanted to pounce on her there and then. Jack was equally dressed making the most of the hot
weather, in shorts and a t-shirt. There was a little nervous laughter to begin as we recalled the night before, however
as we ate our food with a glass or two of wine we all relaxed to where we had left off the night before.


Sitting outside the café where we could smoke and enjoy the warm hot summer, we were alone with no-one around.
Our conversation focused on what should or could have happened the night before. Jack was straight in telling me that
he wanted to see Shelly getting fucked by another man while she sucked him dry. Shelly added that they had been
watching me at the bar and had picked me out, and she thought I’d be a good fuck which drew a huge smile to my face.
We chatted again about fingering, licking and sucking, sharing pussy, and every position that turned us on together.
Which words were okay… pussy, cunt, cock, dick, tits… we all agreed we enjoyed dirty talk during sex.

Jack left to go to the toilet and Shelly made her move, she slipped her hand onto my crotch under the table and asked
if I was ready for her pussy. My cock was hard as her hand stroked me gently and squeezed its length up and down.
I wanted to mount her on the table right there and then for everyone to see, my heart was pounding, cock rock hard.
Jack re-joined us and asked if we were ready to go, and Shelly replied as if they had prearranged everything, he’s hard,
and ready to fuck. We paid our bill and left the café walking briskly to their place, which to my surprise was only a block away. I followed Shelly up the stairs staring at her perfect ass, Jack opened the door and we were in the apartment.

Jack took the lead and ordered, everything off! We all stripped in the hall, and followed him into their bedroom. He made
a quick move to grab Shelly and get behind her, he was obviously horny and knew exactly what he wanted as he got her
into the doggy position and thrust his cock right up into her. She gasped and motioned me to come in front of her, as she
grabbed my hard cock and took it to her mouth. Fuck this was hot, my first threesome with experienced swingers. Wow.
Shelly sucked my cock deep with her warm wet mouth as Jack took a firm grip of her hips thrusting himself deep into a
very willing Shelly. She moaned and groaned at every thrust of his cock as he slammed against her. She looked up at me
as she sucked me deep, occasionally taking my cock out of her mouth to tease the tip with her tongue, asking me if I
liked it.

Jack’s rhythm got faster and more intense, pounding her pussy harder, slamming himself and everything he had right up
Into her dripping wet pussy. Shelly responded, taking my cock from her mouth demanding that Jack fuck her hard and
ordering him to cum inside her. His body went tense and began to shake, and he let out uncontrollable gunts and groans.
He looked a very happy man as he emptied his balls into Shelly, filling her greedy little cunt full of his cum over and over.

As Jack slumped onto the bed Shelly wiggled her ass, looked at me and said your turn big boy. I didn’t hesitate with such
an offer, and I was behind her lining up my cock into her tight little hairy cunt, stroking the head of my cock over her lips.
Get it in she ordered. I slid the full length of my cock right up inside Shelly. Her pussy was so tight and so wet full of Jack’s
cum I slid right in effortlessly. I took a grip of her waist and got straight down to business, I fucked her hard and fast, like
an animal in heat, out of control, hammering, slamming and pounding every inch I had right into her cunt, and Shelly was
loving every inch of me inside her, moaning loud, growling that I should fuck her hard and deep, that she wanted all of my
cock right up inside her cunt. I looked at Jack who had stroked himself hard again as he positioned himself right in front of
Shelly’s open mouth, he dipped his cock in and out, which looked like a regular routine they were both very familiar with.

I made the most of my luck and good fortune with Shelly and fucked her pussy with everything I had, enjoying her tight
wet gorgeous little pussy. I started to get that tingle deep in my balls as I thrust harder and deeper, and she responded as
she felt my cock swell up to its thickest… she turned and looked me in the eye and growled in a deep breathless voice…
I want you to satisfy my cunt and empty your big balls in me now… fuck me hard! Do it!
I exploded inside her cunt, my cock twitched and jerked uncontrollably, flooding her dripping wet greedy little cunt full of
my cum. I could feel it squirting along the length of my cock deep up inside her delicious pussy. She began to quiver and
shake, shouting and groaning as her pussy began to squirt all over me, soaking my balls and thighs. Her ass rippled as
she let herself go under me, with my swollen cock stuck firmly between her pussy lips.

Jack said well done, she came really hard for you. Now its my turn. I pulled my cock out of Shelly’s soaking wet pussy
and sat on the bed as Jack positioned himself for his second ride. Shelly gasped as he dipped deep into her again, and I took myself to the top of the bed in front of her again, my cock still swollen thick. Hello you, she said as she grabbed at my cock and began sucking on me again. She had a way of squeezing my cock deep at the base that had me hard and fully
erect in no time at all. Enjoying watching Shelly suck on my cock, and looking at Jack pounding his way into her pussy
again was just the hottest sexual situation I had ever been in, in my life. Shelly’s ass rippled at every bounce of Jack’s
hard cock, and her tits jiggled and wobbled at every thump and slam that hit her body. She was fantastic. Delicious.

Jack came again, and fucked Shelly again. I fucked her a couple of more times. I licked her pussy, Jack licked her.
We fingered, we fucked, we stroked, we sucked, it was glorious, my best ever threesome at that age. We met a few times
more, frolicked and laughed, got drunk together. They moved out of the city a few years later, and never saw Jack or the
delicious Shelly ever again.

James my old boyfriend was uncut and had a decent sized cock, maybe around six and a half inches, it was quite thick and usually ticked all my boxes. He always kept himself very clean shaven, very soft and smooth for me, never prickly or rough. I liked him that way as it meant I’d never have to stop sucking to get rid of a hair from somewhere in my mouth.

It also meant that I was introduced to and absolutely loved licking, especially his balls when they were tight and ready to burst. I adored just how soft a man could be… just like me actually. His silky long cock and fleshy delicate balls were almost near to perfect to lick and stroke with my tongue.

He also introduced me to the stranger and perhaps weirder things that a man can get up to with his cock. He loved to stroke my body all over with his shaft and heavy balls while he was semi erect, and always before sex so I could enjoy the sheer delicate warm feel of his manhood all over me. I would never have had let any man rub his cock in my face, but James had a special way of gently tracing the contour of my body with his fantastic hard cock. Up and down my spine, over my ass, along my thighs, even drawing my face ever so gently, my lips, my chin, my eyes, it was so sensual I loved it. It was such a delicate and detailed art to literally draw out my sexuality in such a magnetic way.

It was of course lovely to masturbate that wonderful cock and not get tangled or knotted in hair. I could use the palm of my hand or my fingers, or just take a good old fashioned grip of him… with both hands. He was dreamy when I oiled him up because my hands could just slip and slide anywhere they liked, up or around his almost glass like finish. I could feel every contour, every ripple, every detailed little vein.

Oh boy, when he got inside he was a master with his sex, rock hard and very deliberate about his motions and where he was pushing that lovely thick cock. All the way in and up, or just teasing part way in up behind my pubic bone, that cock was delicious inside of me. He would always make sure he had worked on me nice and gentle until I was creamy and wet before he stepped up his tempo. James was a generous man who loved to see me quiver and shake, enjoying the visible ripples of trembling pleasure almost us much as I did, that’s before he brought his big guns out.

Oh hell, could he fuck me hard! He loved to get me into his favourite chair and get me comfy, placing my legs up over his shoulders and balancing himself on the arms of the chair. He almost had a yoga stand that made his muscles look tight and pert, just as though he was working out on me. And good lord, did he work on me hard, slamming and pumping hard, grinding deep, a loud vocal man once he got going. He loved telling me how I looked and how he felt, and enjoyed indulging terribly filthy crude language when he was in full flow. Telling me that he was going to hammer his cock right up my greedy little cunt all night, and that he was going to squirt his sticky wet cum all over me. I loved when he showed me the animal inside, it was a fantastic contrast to his gentle and delicate foreplay. And he was true to his word. He would fuck me in all sorts of positions, grappling and manhandling in a rough way without ever hurting me at all. He would cum in all sorts of ways; right up deep inside me, all over my pussy or my ass, pulling out to decorate my tits… and when I was in the mood I’d let him squirt all over my face, licking my lips tasting his yummy creamy juice, he loved that. A lovely man.