I met David at one of Sal’s dinner parties. She and her husband, Don, were well known in our social set for their parties. They were always good fun, with excellent food and far too much alcohol. My husband and I always took a taxi to them, knowing that we would be unable to drive back home. On some occasions, we’d actually stayed overnight, along with others, sleeping on whatever piece of furniture was available.
David and his wife, Carol, seemed to be a nice couple. She was an attractive woman, blonde, blue-eyed, with beautiful, pale skin. She had a very good figure and had dressed to show it off.
She wore a short jacket over a low-cut bustier, together with fine, silky, flared trousers. Her abundant cleavage accentuated her large breasts, and her bare midriff showed off her flat stomach with its puckered navel. Needless to say, she had men buzzing around her all the time.
David, on the other hand, looked quite ordinary. He, too, was blonde and blue-eyed, with somewhat rugged features. He was relatively thin, with no hint of a paunch.
He was dressed in a formal shirt, open at the top, and a pair of slacks. A few curls of blonde hair spilt out of the top of his shirt.
As the evening wore on, the atmosphere became louder and less restrained. My husband was clearly enjoying himself, a glass in his hand, talking animatedly with several people.
I was also enjoying myself. Several men had paid me a lot of attention, touching my bare arms and shoulders as they talked with me. One or two even brushed their hands over my buttocks.
I was feeling quite warm and relaxed, and definitely tipsy, when Sal came over to me.
“Lots of fresh meat here,” she said.
“Sal,” I exclaimed, “you’re impossible. What would your husband say?”
“Oh, he’s too drunk to notice,” she replied, “rather like your Simon over there. I see the women have been hanging onto his very word.”
I looked over to see my husband leaning against the wall, surrounded by three women. For a moment, I considered going over to them to say he was taken, but I didn’t.
“You see what I mean,” Sal said.
“I’m pleased for him,” I retorted, “it’ll do his ego good.”
“And it’ll do your ego good if you do the same,” she said. “Go and have some fun.”
“You’re incorrigible,” I said, “I think I need the bathroom.”
“Use our one upstairs,” she said.
“Thanks,I will,” I replied and headed upstairs.
I arrived at the top landing and was heading to the master bedroom when I heard noises coming from one of the other bedrooms. There was a rhythmic banging sound, together with lots of grunting. Clearly, someone was having sex.
I crept silently to the door, which was slightly ajar. I pushed it open so that I could see inside. The lighting was quite dim, just a small table lamp next to the bed. On the bed was a woman on her knees, facing the wall, and a man with a very hairy bottom kneeling behind her, thrusting vigorously and rapidly, his testicles swinging wildly.
Every time he thrust, the woman bounced forward and grunted, and the headboard of the bed banged against the wall.
I couldn’t see who they were, but the woman had blonde hair and large breasts that bounced around. The man was balding and quite fat, with a lot of black body hair. It was all over his back, his shoulders, the backs of his arms.
I watched them for several minutes, fascinated. It was really quite erotic, and I found myself getting quite excited. I pushed my hand down inside the front of my slacks and felt for my clitoris, rubbing my fingers around the little shaft. It felt good.
As I watched, I suddenly noticed a pair of silky trousers on the floor. ‘My word,’ I thought, ‘it’s Carol. I wonder whether her husband knows.’
I couldn’t see who the man was.
I was starting to feel really aroused. My crotch was getting quite damp, and my clitoris was feeling hard.
The man had started to speed up his thrusts, battering in and out of the woman, who was now moaning continuously. I could see his hands holding her hips, pulling and pushing. He was clearly close to climaxing.
I moved my hand further down and slipped two of my fingers into my slimy vaginal entrance, pushing them in and feeling the walls of my canal. As I did so, I saw the man give a huge thrust and then hold still. The woman gasped.
The picture of the two of them, seemingly frozen, was unbelievably erotic. The man was clearly ejaculating, his cock jerking and pulsing, semen jetting out of it, yet outwardly they were still. My heart thumped.
After a while, the man pulled back and sat on his haunches. The woman crawled to the edge of the bed with her hand under her crotch. She scrabbled on the floor and found her panties and put them on.
As I watched her, I thought how sexy she looked with just her panties on. No wonder she had had so many men buzzing around her.
The man got off the bed, his penis in his hand. It wasn’t remarkable. Just a regular, rather small, penis. He, too, looked around on the floor until he found his boxers and put them on. I vaguely recognised him as one of the church wardens at our local church, but wasn’t entirely sure if I was right. Then they both got dressed, and I knew I had to go.
I pulled my hand out of my slacks and went through the main bedroom and into the en suite bathroom. It took me a long time, as I was still excited, and it’s difficult when I’m aroused. When I was finished, I washed my hands and opened the bathroom door to find David standing there.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, “I didn’t know anyone was waiting.”
“No problem,” he replied, “I was actually looking for Carol. Have you seen her?”
‘Have I, indeed,’ I thought. ‘I’ve seen more of her than you might imagine.’
“No,” I replied. “Have you looked around downstairs?”
“Yes, I’ve looked everywhere, but I can’t find her.”
“I’ll come down with you, and we can look together.”
We went downstairs and into the crowded living room. I saw the man who’d been with Carol. He was standing at the side with a woman who looked to be a similar age. Probably his wife. He was in his fifties, overweight, and quite florid. I wondered why Carol had yielded to him.
“Let’s look outside,” I said to David, “maybe she’s in the garden clearing her head.”
We headed towards the patio doors and went outside. As we stepped off the patio onto the lawn, I lost my footing. David was behind me and quickly grabbed me under my arms. In doing so, his right hand closed around my right breast.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, I am. Thank you for saving me.”
“That’s fine,” he said, “you could have taken a nasty tumble.”
His hand was still on my breast. I put my left hand over it and looked up at his face. He smiled back at me.
“Shall we look around the garden?” I asked.
“Good idea,” he replied.
We walked down the lawn towards the end of the garden. There were several large shrubs in front of a wooden fence. We walked behind them to find a small clearing with a bench at the side. It was quite private and not visible from the house. We stood next to the bench and turned to face each other.
“What now?” I asked.
He did not reply, but simply leaned forward and, pulling me towards him, kissed me. It was a passionate kiss, not a gentle one. His mouth devouring my lips, his tongue invading my mouth, searching for my tongue.
I sucked hard, drawing his tongue deeper and licking it. His hands were on my buttocks, pulling me into his groin. I could feel his cock, grinding against me. He was a good kisser, no doubt about that.
We kissed for several minutes, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. I discovered that he was actually quite muscular and solid beneath his clothes.
“Wow! You’re quite a kisser,” I said when we broke apart.
“You, too.”
“But we really shouldn’t be doing this,” I said. “We’re both married and, what’s more, our spouses are here.”
“Yes, but mine’s missing, and yours is drunk.”
“David, I hardly know you,” I tried again, somewhat lamely.
“Does that matter?”
I looked at him in the half-light outside, my body churning inside. I’d been very aroused by watching his wife get fucked, and now by his kiss.
I reached forward and unbuttoned his shirt, then pushed it off his shoulders. His chest was covered with a mass of fine black hair, long and straight. I ran my fingers through it, feeling the muscles underneath. They were rock-hard. I rubbed his nipples. They felt like small, hard pebbles.
I ran my hands over his upper arms, feeling the hardness of his muscles .
“My, you’re quite a specimen,” I said.
“I try to keep fit.”
There was a line of black hair running down the centre of his flat stomach before disappearing behind the waistband of his trousers. I ran my finger down it, enjoying the softness of the fine hairs.
I unbuckled his belt and loosened the clasp of his trousers before unzipping them. The two ends of his belt separated, and his trousers opened up to reveal his Y-fronts. There was a large bulge in them. ‘Very promising,’ I thought, as I pulled them down.
I was not disappointed. His cock sprang out. It was erect, standing at a 45-degree angle. He was a nice size, big, but not enormous. Thick enough to stretch and fill me without hurting. Or it would have been, if it were not for his cockhead. It was huge. It must have been larger than a golf ball.
I stared at his circumcised cock, thinking how majestic it looked. So clean and stylish. Lots of prominent veins on the shaft, and a bulging urethra.
His huge cockhead was like a sculpted helmet. His corona stood out from his more-than-adequate shaft. It simply begged to have a tongue run around it. His slit was quite large, making me think that his ejaculations would be substantial. God, I just had to have that inside me.
“Oh, my,” I said, reaching out to cradle his cock in my hand.
“You like it?”
“I love it,” I said.
I moved my hand to cradle his balls, weighing them in my palm. They felt heavy. His testicles moved around in his sac, tender and mobile. I wondered how long it would be before their contents were in my womb.
“I want your cock,” I said, all thoughts of my husband having disappeared, “I want you to put your cock in me and fuck me.”
He reached forward and unbuttoned my blouse, then pushed back my jacket and blouse together. I let go of his cock and helped him take them off.
He put his arms around my top and unhooked my bustier.
“God, there are so many hooks,” he said.
“I know,” I replied, “it’s a nightmare.”
Eventually, it was off, and my bust was uncovered.
“Oh, fuck,” he exclaimed, “your tits are magnificent. They’re so beautiful.”
He fondled them, squeezing and moving them, then rolled my nipples between his fingers.
I love having my breasts touched. They react quickly, as does my crotch. It’s as though there’s a nerve between them and my vagina. I could feel myself getting more than damp.
“Take off my slacks before they’re totally ruined by my wet pussy,” I said.
He left my breasts and undid my slacks, pulling down the zip, and easing them down my legs together with my brief panties. I pulled them down with my feet and stepped out of them.
“Oh, God, Jane,” he said, breathlessly, “you are stunning.”
He put his hand between my legs and felt my slit, his fingers slipping between my labia. I felt them slip into my entrance, rubbing around inside. I clenched my pelvic muscles so that he would feel my vagina clamp around his fingers. I wanted him to know that it was going to feel good for him.
I put my hand on his cock again, his urethra in my palm. My thumb and fingers were on the side of his shaft. I slid my hand back and forth, his cockhead dragging on my palm. Precum flowed out of its slit and made my palm slippery.
“It’s time you fucked me,” I said. “Be careful. That thing is big. You’ll need to go slowly.”
“Turn around and face the bench,” he said, “then bend over and put your hands on the bench.”
I let go of his cock and did as he said, bending as low as I could. I felt his cockhead being rubbed against my slit, parting my labia. He spent a good few minutes rubbing it up and down until everything was completely sopping with my juices and his precum. Then he notched his cockhead at my entrance and pushed.
It was like trying to break into Fort Knox. My entrance muscle just wouldn’t give in.
He reached around me and cupped my dangling breasts, kneading them and playing with my nipples. He also kissed my back, his tongue tracing little paths over my spine.
It all felt so loving and tender. I could feel my pussy juices flowing and my muscles starting to relax.
“Push now,” I said, thinking how much that sounded like what I was told when my children were born. But then, what was happening now could have been a prelude to that.
He pushed, and I felt his cockhead slip forward slightly.
“Hard,” I said loudly. “Push hard. Don’t worry about me.”
And he did. I felt this huge straining at the entrance of my vagina. It hurt. I winced, but continued to try to relax. Then, suddenly, he was in, and the pain was gone. He stopped pushing and held still, waiting for my canal to adjust.
“It’s OK,” I said, “you can carry on pushing. It’s not sore. Just go slowly.”
He started pushing again. I felt their huge thing gradually opening up my vaginal canal. It felt magnificent, like sucking a huge lollipop. It fills your mouth in a satisfying way. Well, that’s how his cock felt as it slowly slid into my innermost sanctum. I felt so damn full and so taken.
“God, you feel good,” he said. “Your cunt feels like a warm, wet glove, sucking my cock into its depths. Your insides feel as though they’re clasping every ridge and bump of my cock.”
Eventually, his cockhead hit my cervix. It didn’t hurt, just felt full. Stuffed.
His hands were still fondling my breasts, but more roughly. I reached down my front and grasped his balls, gently squeezing them.
“Fuck me, David,” I said, “I need it now.”
He started thrusting in me, pulling that huge head back towards my entrance, then pausing briefly before pushing it back deep inside me again. It felt wonderful. My vaginal walls were so stimulated. I could feel my juices flowing and running down my inner thighs.
I clenched and released my pelvic muscles, trying to squeeze his cock. I rotated my hips and tilted them back and forth, all the while trying to match his rhythm. I could hear his breathing get louder and more irregular.
“God, you know how to fuck,” he said hoarsely, “you’re fantastic.”
He started speeding up his thrusts. He no longer paused at the end of each stroke. Instead, he fucked me relentlessly.
I could feel my own arousal rising. My breathing was ragged, and I grunted each time his fat cockhead hit my cervix. My clitoris was on fire, and my vaginal walls felt as though they needed scratching.
“Do. I. Need. To. Pull. Out,” he asked in a rasping voice, each word matching a thrust.
“No, no,” I cried, “cum in me. Fill me with your sperm.”
And he did.
“Aaaaargh,” he cried out as his body went rigid, his cockhead deep inside me, pushing against my cervix.
I felt my own body tense with his, hungry for his life-giving semen. I was completely stuffed, full of this man. The pressure of his cock inside me increased, and then it was like an explosion inside me. I cried out as semen blasted out of his slit, splattering against my vaginal walls, my cervix, everything. It felt hot, thick, slippery, and very, very good. My pelvic muscle clenched, clasping his cock inside me, massaging it. My body trembled as my orgasm washed through my body.
He pulled back, dragging his cum out to my vaginal entrance, then thrust forward hard again. Another blast of semen shot into my vagina, which now felt completely full of cum. His cock slipped easily as he pulled back.
Three more times he ejaculated in me, until gradually he slowed down and stopped moving. I felt his cock slowly slipping back as he detumesced, but not out. His head was too big for that to happen.
He leaned forward, his body covering me. His breathing was still strained, and he was panting.
“That was wonderful, Jane. I haven’t cum like that in years. Thank you so much.”
“You must have been storing it up,” I said, “I’m overflowing with your cum. It’s going to be dribbling out of me for days.”
“Oh, jeez, I’m sorry,” he said.
“I’m not,” I replied. “I love it. I love having your semen in me, your sperm wriggling around in my womb. It’s very sexy.”
His cock twitched at my words.
“Do you want to fuck me some more?” I asked.
He didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. His cock had hardened, and he started thrusting again, long, slow strokes. He fondled my breasts.
“You’re something else,” he said, “so damn sexy and so unreserved.”
I was really enjoying this. It was slow and sensual, igniting that slow burn deep inside. I closed my eyes and drifted into a world of my own. A world where all that mattered was the pleasurable sensations rippling through me.
His cock slipped back and forth quite easily, now, with his cum lubricating everything. That made the sensations different, but just as enjoyable. I still felt totally full, even stuffed, but pleasantly so. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the wonderful feelings.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last. We heard voices coming towards us. Some of the other guests had obviously decided to walk around the garden.
“Oh, God,” I said softly, “we’ve got to stop, or else we’ll be discovered.”
David pulled out quickly. I caught my breath at the terrible feeling of emptiness when suddenly there was nothing inside me. I wanted to tell him to come back inside, but of course, I couldn’t.
A river of semen flowed out of me and puddled on the grass below. I vaguely wondered whether anyone would find it. David recovered our clothing and handed me my panties. I put them on, hoping they would contain the slippery stuff oozing out. They would certainly get very wet.
He handed me my slacks, and I sat down on the bench to put them on. I could hear squelching noises as I did so.
I looked at him as he put on his y-fronts, tucking his glistening genitals into them. He looked so masculine. I felt my pelvic muscle clench and moisture between my legs. ‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘I’m going to be so frustrated.’
“Quick, give me my jacket,” I said.
“What about your top?”
“No time. I’ll put it in my pocket.”
He handed them to me. I put on the jacket and pocketed my bustier. If I kept the jacket buttoned up, I should be alright.
David had managed to put on his trousers and was putting on his shirt when the voices got louder. I recognised them. It was Don and Sal, our hosts.
“That Harry, he’s such a prick,” I heard Don say. “He thinks he’s God’s gift to women, when really he’s just an overweight, middle-aged lech.”
“I think I saw him go upstairs with someone,” Sal said.
“I’ll bet she was disappointed,” Don replied.
I was sitting on the bench, and David was standing to the side, when they came into view.
“Oh, hello Jane,” Sal exclaimed. “I didn’t expect to see anyone here.”
“It was getting too rowdy, so I came out for a little respite and found David here, sitting on the bench.”
“Oh, right,” Sal replied. “Well, don’t stay out too long. You’ll catch cold.”
She turned to her husband and took his arm.
“Come on, Don. We’d better see if our guests are OK.”
As they walked away, she turned her head back and winked. ‘Of course she knows,’ I thought. ‘She’s going to cross-question me tomorrow.’
“I suppose we’d better go back inside,” I said to David.
“Are you sure?” he asked. He leaned forward and kissed me, slipping a hand underneath my jacket and fondling my right breast.
“You have such gorgeous tits. I can’t leave them alone.”
I pulled his hand out.
“Behave now, young man. We’re going back inside.”
We walked back to the patio together, then into the house. Simon had sat down in one of the easy chairs in the living room and appeared to be sleeping. ‘He’s probably passed out,’ I thought.
The crowd had thinned out. Those who were left were obviously enjoying themselves. There were a number of couples in quite intimate embraces. Others were dancing close together in the entrance hall. A man I didn’t know leered at me and told me to get out my tits. I ignored him and moved on.
Later on, I saw David together with his wife. They seemed to be arguing.
Then I bumped into Sal.
“You dirty girl,” she said, “you were screwing him.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, a big smile on my face. I knew she’d understand that I was saying yes.
“It was when I saw that you weren’t wearing your top.”
“That’s your fault. You shouldn’t have been there. And you interrupted me just as I was really enjoying myself.”
“What’s he like?”
“He’s rather good. Plenty of stamina and knows how to please. He spent a lot of time getting me ready. He’s also surprisingly fit.”
“Well, I never. Has he got a big cock? You know I like them big.”
“He’s fine. Nice and thick, but with an enormous glans. I’ve never seen one that size.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. It’s huge. It looks and feels great. And he’s circumcised.”
“Maybe I should try him.”
“You should. You’ll have a good time.”
“What about his wife? She looks pretty sexy to me.”
“She’s the one that Harry was with. I saw them in the bedroom near yours. I watched the whole thing.”
“Oooooo. What fun. And they never saw you?”
“I don’t think so.”
She was about to ask me another question when Don walked over.
“Your husband’s passed out,” he said, “would you like to take him home or would you like to stay the night? You could have one of the children’s rooms, now that they’re at University.”
“Oh, thank you, Don, I would like to stay. I’m sure I can get Simon upstairs.”
“You can leave him in the living room, if you like. I don’t mind.”
With that, he left. I turned back to Sal.
“I think I’ll try to get Simon upstairs,” I said.
“I’ll help,” she replied.
We went over to the chair where Simon was. I grabbed an arm and shook him. He opened his eyes.
“Le, le, leave me alone,” he mumbled.
“Shut up, Simon. Sal and I are taking you upstairs.”
“Don’t wanna go upstairs.”
“You’re going”
Sal grabbed his other arm, and we dragged him up out of the chair. He stood there, knees bent, holding onto us. We put our arms around him and slowly manoeuvred him to the stairs, then helped him up one step at a time.
We got into the corridor, and Sal said we should use the first bedroom. It was the same one that Harry and Carol had used for their fuck.
“Jeez,” Sal exclaimed as we went in, “is this where Harry and Carol fucked? It certainly smells like it.”
“It is,” I said.
We put Simon on the bed. He promptly rolled onto his side and started snoring.
“Let’s get some air in here,” said Sal and opened a window.
I pulled off Simon’s shoes and pulled the duvet over him.
“Let’s leave him and have another drink,” I said.
We left the room and shut the door, then went downstairs again and into the kitchen. Sal poured us each a large glass of red wine.
“Tell me more about what happened,” she said.
So I did. I told her how we had kissed and then gone into the garden. I described how we had had sex, and how it had felt.
“I never would have guessed that about him,” she said, “or her, for that matter. I wonder what’s happened to them.”
“I don’t know,” I replied, “she’s a beautiful woman with a sexy body, and she enjoys sex. I’ve seen her.”
“Silly girl. Still, it means you can see him again without feeling guilty.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.”
“Don’t be silly. In fact, why don’t you go and look for him now? The two of you didn’t finish, thanks to Don and me.”
“Don’t be daft, Sal. He’s here with his wife. He’s probably with her right now.”
“Oh, you mean the wife that cuckolded him?”
“He doesn’t know that.”
“Tell him. That’ll give him free rein.”
“I’m not going to do that, Sal.”
“That’s what I love about you, Jane. This moral dilemma you have. You like to maintain the image of a wholesome, loving, conservative wife, but you and I both know that’s not what you are. You’re like me, a slut. You look for men to fuck you, because you need sex, lots of it, and with a variety of men. So stop pretending to me, and go and look for David so that he can fuck you.”
I looked at Sal, aghast. Yes, I’d been called a slut before, but that was by men who were sleeping with me. I thought it was part of their fantasy role. I hadn’t thought they really meant it.
But she was right. I did behave like a slut. But did that make me a bad person? I don’t think so.
“You’re very hard, Sal,” I said.
“Oh, don’t be so silly. So we’re sluts. That’s just a word used by men to establish control, or women who’ve forgotten how to enjoy sex. You’re a liberated, healthy, sexy woman who has thrown off the Victorian shackles.”
That sounded better. I’d go for that.
“Well, if I am a slut, I’d better go and find him then,” I said.
I picked up my glass and went back into the living room. It wasn’t long before I found David, he was out on the patio again, sitting on one of the chairs. He looked lost. His wife wasn’t there. I assumed she’d left him alone after their argument.
I came up behind him and slid my hands inside the front of his shirt, feeling his hairy chest. God, this man was sexy. I ran my fingers over his hard nipples.
“Hello David,” I said, “I think we should carry on from where we were interrupted.”
He tilted his head back to look at me. I leaned down and kissed him, an upside-down kiss on his lips. He put his hand up and held my head as his tongue played with mine.
I broke our kiss and stepped around in front of him. He reached forward and put a hand inside my jacket and felt my breasts.
“Lovely,” he murmured, “so full and firm.”
I rubbed the front of his trousers. His cock was hard.
“Come with me, David,” I said, taking his hand and helping him stand up.
We walked together through the living room and into the hallway, then up the stairs. As we walked down the upstairs passage, I could hear my husband snoring. ‘Please God, he keeps on sleeping,’ I thought.
I tried the next door along and saw it was another bedroom, a boy’s bedroom. We walked inside, and I locked the door. We stood there, facing each other.
“Undress me, David. I’m yours, yours for the taking.”
‘Oh, God, Jane,” he said hoarsely, then stepped forward and unbuttoned my jacket and pulled it off my shoulders. He paused momentarily to fondle my breasts.
“You have such gorgeous tits.”
I stood still and just enjoyed him fondling me. After a while, he stopped, then unbuckled my belt, loosened my waistband and unzipped my slacks. He pulled them down, and I stepped out of them.
He put a hand between my legs, his fingers slipping under the gusset of my panties and probing my slit.
“You’re still wet with my cum,” he said.
“I told you I would be.”
“I like that. I like your cunt being full of my cum. It makes it mine.”
“I told you that I’m yours. That means all of me.”
“God, Jane, you know how to turn on a man.”
He removed his hand, unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and dropped it. Next, he undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. He did that funny thing that men do when they take off their trousers. They dance around on one leg after the other as they pull them off.
We faced each other, looking over each other’s bodies. I felt my heart thumping in my chest.
“I want you, David,” I said, “come and take me.”
He took my hand and led me to the bed. I sat down on the edge and took off my panties, then lay in the centre on my side, looking at him.
He removed his y-fronts, and his cock sprang out. My stomach lurched as I saw his huge glans once more, a silvery thread of precum dangling from the end.
He got onto the bed and crawled over to me, turning me onto my back. He spread my legs apart and looked at my dripping pussy.
“Mine,” he said, “that beautiful pussy belongs to me. It was made for my cock.”
He leaned forward and grabbed a pillow, stuffing it under my backside. He crawled forward on his knees, then rubbed his cockhead up and down my slit, before positioning at my entrance and pushing. As he did so, he leaned down over me.
There was some resistance initially, but I was so slippery with his cum and still quite open from our previous fuck, that it entered quite easily.
“Aaaaaaah,” I sighed as his gorgeous head slid into my vaginal passage, forcing apart my walls. It immediately brought back memories of the feelings I’d had earlier in the evening.
“Oh, God, Jane,” he whispered, “your cunt feels so good.”
I felt his cockhead hit my cervix, then rest in my fornix. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, crossing my ankles. My feet rested on his back, just above his buttocks.
He put his hands on either side of my chest and pushed himself up so that I could see his face. I felt his cock move inside me as his body angle changed.
“Look at me,” he said, his eyes boring into mine. “I want you to watch me as you feel your orgasm approaching. I want you to look into my eyes as that feeling of ecstasy surges through your body. I want you to shout my name as you cum.”
Then he began thrusting. Long, slow, languid thrusts, pulling back until I felt that huge bulge at my vaginal entrance, thinking it would slip out, then slowly back until it nestled again in my fornix.
I held his forearms and watched his face as his gorgeous cock slid back and forth in my eagerly clutching vagina. It had a look of infinite care and compassion, almost love, and made me want to melt.
I could feel his heavy testicles press against me at the end of each stroke, their hairy sac being squashed. Our pubic hair rubbed together, and my groin felt warm and alive. My clitoris seemed to buzz. Everything was perfect.
I moved my hips in little circles, trying to feel his cock in as many places inside me as possible. I tilted my pelvis back and forth so that my clitoris rubbed the top of his shaft. I grunted every time it did.
Slowly, but inexorably, my arousal level increased. I held my breath and tensed my muscles, concentrating on the incredible feelings flooding through my body, then released it again with a long sigh. I saw him smile.
He leaned down and kissed me without missing a stroke, then ran his tongue down the side of my neck. I groaned and bucked against him.
He brushed his lips over the curve of my neck, then sucked in the flesh and gave me a lovebite. It was so natural, and so much in keeping with our rutting, that I didn’t care. Instead, I sighed and smiled at him.
Gradually, but relentlessly, I climbed that mountain towards my orgasmic peak. The outside world faded, and I could hear nothing but my pulse beating in my ears. It was fast and loud.
In my mind’s eye, I could see his huge cockhead scraping my vaginal walls, his slit opening and closing. My whole groin was on fire as my muscles clenched and released. Exquisite feelings shot through my body, every nerve screaming with pleasure. I dug my fingers into his arms, hard.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard him tell me to look at him. I opened my eyes and stared at him.
“Aaah. Aaah. Aaah,” I moaned, crying out with each stroke.
“Cum for me, Jane. Let yourself go. Scream, shout, and cum as you’ve never cum before,” he said, his voice rasping.
I opened my mouth to reply, but couldn’t talk. My body seemed to have lost control. My head thrashed from side to side, and my fingernails raked his forearms. Then my body spasmed, my muscles clenched and frozen, as an unbelievable feeling surged through me. It was as though every nerve, every patch of skin, was on fire and itching madly. It was pure ecstasy.
The feeling in my vagina was one of incredible heat, filled with this incredibly hard, living object that thrusted relentlessly. It felt as though it was in my stomach, and moving around all of my internal organs.
I screamed. An animalistic scream. A scream of lust being satisfied.
Suddenly, however, my muscles relaxed and a feeling of huge relief swept through my body. My skin was tingling everywhere, right down to my fingertips and toes.
“Oh, David, David,” I murmured, “that was so beautiful.”
“Oh, Jane,” he replied, “watching that was incredible. I’m so pleased you’re enjoying me.”
I smiled at him. A smile of closeness, intimacy. Open and vulnerable.
“Are you ready for me to cum?” he asked, panting.
“Oh, yes, yes. I’m ready,” I replied.
With that, he changed his rhythm and tempo. He thrust in and out much faster and with shorter strokes. I took my hands off his forearms and stroked his chest, feeling his nipples as I looked into his eyes.
“Fuck me, you sexy bastard,” I said, “fuck me with your great big fucking cock.”
He increased his speed and strength, pushing my hips down on the pillow. I bounced around underneath him, and the bed squeaked madly. His face was contorted with his efforts.
“Cum,” I cried, “cum in my hot cunt. I’m your personal cumslut. Fill my womb with your fertile sperm. ”
“Yes, yes,” he panted.
“My husband’s next door, you know. Perhaps he’s listening to his wife being fucked.”
“Oh gawd,” he cried, “oh, fuck. Oh, you sexy bitch.”
And then he climaxed. I felt his cock expand and a jet of semen blast into my vagina. I could feel it hitting my vaginal walls, then swirling around inside.
“Aaaargh,” he cried.
I felt him ejaculate twice more, after which he stopped moving, his twitching cock still deep inside. He let himself down to lie on my body, his chest squashing my breasts. He kissed me gently.
I uncrossed my ankles and unwrapped my legs from his waist, putting my feet on the bed, my knees up. I could feel liquid seeping out of my pussy and down my crack. The pillow was going to be a mess.
“I think you’d better pull out,” I said, after a few minutes. “You’re getting heavy on me.”
He pulled out his cock, and lay down next to me. I put my hand between my legs, trying to stop any more mess.
“Have you ever tasted your cum?” I asked.
“Not really.”
“It’s time you did. I’ve swallowed it, and I’m still OK.”
He crawled down between my legs and licked up my slit, then stuck his tongue into my entrance, before moving back again and sitting on his haunches.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“It’s not unpleasant, but a bit too slimy for my liking.”
“Have you swallowed yet?”
“No.”
“Tell me what it’s like when you have.”
He leaned forward and licked me again. I heard him swallow.
“It burns a little.”
“Now you know what it’s like.”
He crawled up to lie next to me, then trailed his fingers across my breasts.
“Thank you for everything,” he said, “you’re a fantastic lover.”
“So are you,” I replied.
“Can we do this again?”
“You mean now?” I asked.
“No, not now. Another time.”
“Wild horses couldn’t stop me.”
“Oh, good,” he exclaimed, and kissed me.
“Why did you give me a lovebite?” I asked.
“I don’t know. It just seemed right,” he replied.
“It might be difficult to explain to my husband and my children.”
“Oh, God. I’m so sorry.”
“Never mind. I’ll cope. And you’ll need to find a reason for those scratches on your arms.”
He looked at his arms, then smiled.
“I didn’t feel those at all.”
“Probably because you were enjoying watching my orgasm. Now, are we going to spend the next few hours together and maybe fuck again?”
“What about your husband? Won’t he miss you?”
“Perhaps. What about your wife?”
“Fuck her,” he snapped.
“Maybe someone else is doing that.”
He didn’t reply.
“I think we should get dressed and go to our respective other halves,” I said, touching his cheek. “It’s the better option. I want to see you again, and I don’t need a jealous wife getting in the way.”
“You’re probably right.”
We kissed once more, then got off the bed. I ran my hands over his broad back, feeling his muscles, then over his rather cute buttocks.
“You do fuck very well,” I said.
We both got dressed and, after one more kiss, I unlocked the door and told him to go downstairs. I waited a few more minutes, then went into the room where my husband was sleeping. I got undressed again, but left my panties on, and got into bed beside him. He stirred but didn’t wake up. I drifted off to sleep, relaxed and completely satiated.
I slept like the dead, only waking up when I heard my husband talking to me.
“Wakey, Wakey, sweetheart. Time to get up”
I opened my eyes to see him standing next to the bed. He was still wearing his clothes from the night before.
“Uh, uh, what time is it?”
“It’s after ten, and we should be going home.”
“Oh, God, yes,” I replied, “of course we should. I’ll be ready in a minute.”
“Did you hear the couple next door?” he asked, “they were making a hell of a racket.”
“No, I didn’t hear anything.”
“They were going at it like rabbits. The bed sounded like it was going to fall apart, and the woman was screaming. Thank God you don’t make such a noise.”
“God, no,” I replied, “that would be awful.”
“OK. Come on then. Let’s get ready.”
I got out of bed and put on my clothes, then took his hand, and together we went downstairs………………..
