I sat in the pub holding Simone’s hand under the table. She was so pretty, and I adored her French-accented English. I wanted her, but every time I walked her back home, all I received was a deep, wet kiss. On that evening, I was horny as hell. Perhaps I should have been satisfied with fucking her boss, Jane, half an hour beforehand, but my brain was between my legs.
Jane Pollard, my mother’s age and one of her employers as a home cleaner, had finally let me take her mature body. For months, I had caressed her waist when I checked her harness and costume, and every time, Jane lifted them off and walked away.
Until two hours ago, when she lifted my hands off her waist and planted them on her tits. Now, her juices were staining my underpants, drying on my cock, and my cum was dripping from her pussy onto her knickers at home. The very thought of her juicy cunt squeezing me as I thrust into her body gave me a new erection. And she wanted me to do it again.
Standing at the bar, pontificating loudly, was the most satisfying aspect of my day. Rick Pollard, Jane’s husband, was completely unaware of his new status as a cuckold.
I smiled at Simone. She was looking at me intensely, fixated on me. I wondered whether this would be the night she finally opened her legs and squeezed her hand tightly.
“Come on, Simone. Let’s go.”
We rose from our corner and slipped on our coats before I gallantly held the pub’s front door open for her. Outside, we turned for home—her home. She lived in an annexe at the Pollard’s house, a six-bedroom mansion on the village’s outskirts.
I had never been inside, but Mum told me about it and how the annexe was separate from the main house but connected to it by a single doorway upstairs. Mum was easily impressed, which was understandable since we rented a two-bedroom house on a council estate.
We walked along the lane. One arm laid over her shoulder, and one of hers wrapped around my waist. Every so often, we paused, turned together, and snogged. My tongue pressed into her mouth while she flicked hers against mine.
When we came to the Pollard’s driveway gate, we turned our bodies together for what I thought would be the last kiss of the evening. I ran my fingers through her hair, pressing her face against mine. As we broke the kiss, she brushed her fingers down my cheek.
“Jacques, I want you to come in with me tonight.”
I loved her way of saying my name because it always sounded very sensual. Her invitation was something I wanted but never expected. So, hand in hand, we walked along the driveway, then around the side by the twin garage doors, where Simone unlocked her door, and I followed her up a flight of stairs to her little flat.
Standing in the lobby, she took my hand and pulled me through a doorway into her bedroom. As soon as we had thrown off our coats, she unbuttoned my shirt. She separated the two sides and laid her palms on my chest, gently massaging my skin before sliding her hands up to find my nipples. I felt her fingers exploring them, my two small and hard points. She tilted her head back with her mouth wide open, and I accepted the invitation, pressing my lips against hers before pushing my tongue deep inside.
While we kissed, Simone wrapped her arms around my neck, and I grabbed the material of her blouse, pulling it out from her waistband. My hands slipped around her back, enjoying the warmth of her body and exploring to find her bra strap.
I had the knack, gripping the clips between thumb and finger and sliding the two ends apart. I felt the cups relax, and then I moved my hands to Simone’s chest, slipping under the soft cloth to knead her tiny tits.
She fumbled with her slacks, I fumbled with my trousers, and the two garments slid to the floor. We kissed again. Quickly, our remaining clothes were added to the jumble beneath our feet.
We stood next to her bed, our bodies pressed together from lips to thighs while we kissed again, tongues lashing around her mouth, saliva dripping down our chins. My cock was hard as a rock and stood vertically, pushed into her stomach. Her tiny, soft breasts pressed into my chest. I was ready and slipped the fingers of one hand between Simone’s thighs. I didn’t need to go inside her pussy to know she was ripe to be fucked because her juices were running down her legs.
I pushed her back gently, and we collapsed on the bed with my legs between hers. It was perfect. I lifted my hips, held my shaft in one hand, rubbed it around her pussy, and then placed it at the entrance to her cunt and pushed down.
I felt my foreskin slide back, and her walls enveloped my bare glans. Simone moaned and wrapped her arms over my shoulders, pinning my upper body against her as I thrust deep inside.
There was an internal voice of triumph in my head—I had fucked two women in quick succession. I felt so good and set up a nice rhythm, enjoying the feeling in my cock and Simone’s constant moaning. Gradually, I increased my pace, heading towards the moment when I would fill her with my sperm.
But the moment seemed perpetually distant. I thrust on and on, and then to my horror, I realised my cock was softening and that my cum was not to be. I had never experienced sexual failure, and the triumphant voice in my head turned into mockery.
In a panic, I withdrew from her slippery cunt and stood by the bed, stammering an apology. Simone said nothing, lay on the bed, and watched me dress again. Then I turned and fled from her flat.
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“Jane, I like Jack and am very sad about our bad lovemaking. What can I do? He was in a terrible state and has avoided me since.”
I looked at her. We were in my bed, our two rabbits embedded in our two vaginas, buzzing away on our clits.
“Hmm, afterwards, Simone. I want to enjoy my orgasms with you first.”
She smiled at me, then grabbed my rabbit and thrust it in and out gently. I moaned and rolled onto my back, opening my legs for her.
Simone’s soft lips kissed me, and I opened my mouth to let her in.
Masturbation with my rabbit was my substitute for marital sex. It worked enough to satisfy my need for release. But masturbation with the same rabbit being controlled by Simone was on another level. She sensed my body’s desires; her kisses fed my arousal, and the touch of her lips and tongue on my nipples sent me wild.
Every time she thrust the plastic shaft deep inside me, the little ears vibrated on my clit, and I edged closer to completion.
“Harder, faster. Oh, God, I love you, Simone.”
I felt my heart rate increase, and my breathing became laboured. My hands clawed at the bedsheets, and my whole body seemed as rigid as a board.
The floodgates opened, my hips thrust into the air, and I heard myself screaming as the intense pleasure of orgasm flooded my brain.
When the tremors wracking my body subsided, I looked up into her eyes.
“Beautiful, Simone, beautiful.”
“Je t’aime, Jane.”
“I love you too.”
Our lips and tongues met, flicking around from one mouth to the other as we drank our mixed juices.
She pushed the rabbit into me to the hilt, then switched the vibration power to the maximum. My clit was too sensitive, and my body reacted immediately, jerking and jumping as each pulse of pleasure coursed through the nerves into my head.
My second orgasm was a special one. I knew nothing other than the sensation of supreme pleasure. Somewhere, a body was flailing around, and somewhere, someone was screaming, but these were not connected to my existence.
“Jane, Jane, ma chérie.”
I opened my eyes and looked up, my chest heaving as I still gasped for breath. Simone was staring at me.
“Incroyable, ma chérie!”
“Thank you. It was incredible.”
The rabbit was still and quiet in my vagina, and I squeezed it gently with my muscles, a little personal tribute to my faithful friend. I reached up and pulled Simone down onto my lips and felt rhythmic pulses as she pumped her rabbit deep into her tunnel.
I was spent, almost grateful to her for choosing self-love.
Later, after Simone’s five rabbit-induced orgasms, we lay together, cuddled close, whispering sweet nothings in post-coital bliss.
“Simone, I want to help you with Jack. I don’t know how, but I promise I will.”
“Thank you, Jane. You are a sweet friend, and I love you so much.”
We kissed deep and long, ending a perfect session of love.
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I checked everything twice. My stage manager’s desk in the wing looked perfectly organised. It was show night, though I had too many other things rattling around my head for my own good.
First, there was Jane. When I put her harness on and held my hands around her waist, she pushed back against me and rubbed her bottom against my pelvis. I knew she wanted me to fuck her again, and I had laid my plans, but running the show took first place.
Second, Simone. I fancied her, but since my disastrous failure, we had hardly spoken. We had to work together for the show, but I sensed a constant tension. Somehow, I had to ignore that, as well as my erection, for the good of the whole company.
I peered around the edge of the stage curtain. The hall was filling, and every seat had been sold for our single performance. There were kids, parents, and grandparents sitting together for the village’s major winter event.
Ninety minutes of slapstick and crude jokes, hard work for the actors trying to get their lines heard above dozens of children screaming, “He’s behind you.” At the side, I was trying to keep some order backstage.
Somehow, everything came together. My prompts were heard while the audience laughed and clapped the evening away.
Near the end, Jane stood above me, waiting for her flying entrance in her pink Tulle dress, layer upon layer around her body like wispy clouds. I glanced up to check, and she repeated her little flash, opening her legs and running her fingers along her naked pussy. I blew a kiss just before she was launched across the stage and felt a surge of blood rush into my cock.
After the final curtain, I wandered around, tidying, checking, and preparing for the private show involving just two actors, Jane and me, without an audience.
I walked into the Green Room, where Jane sat on the old sofa. I held my hands out for her and pulled her up after she offered hers in return.
“We’re not taking your harness off yet. Come with me.”
I led her through the backstage and onto the stage behind the curtain. I had left some gantry lights on, creating a bright spot in the centre. In the spot hung the hook used earlier to lift and carry Jane high above the other actors below. I grasped her shoulders and pulled her against me, kissing her on the lips and pushing my tongue into her mouth.
Jane flicked her tongue around mine as her hands rested on my hips. Her lower body pushed against my crotch as she ground herself against my stiffening cock. There was no doubt in my mind what she wanted—my stiff cock fucking her mature cunt.
My hands sought the lifting hook behind and clamped the safety ring on her harness to it. I broke away and walked to my desk in the wing. She turned and watched as I took the controller box and pressed the button to lift.
High above, a motor whirred into action. Jane gradually rose up, twisting and turning mid-air, her flouncy Tulle skirt flared out from her hips. When she was at the height I wanted, the motor stopped, and then I flicked the switch that opened the house curtain.
Two more spotlights focused on her from the hall. Exposed to the empty auditorium, she seemed fragile and unsure. I strode out, trailing the lift controller wire behind me, until I stood below Jane, hanging vertically over me.
I grabbed her legs, pulled them apart, and gazed up at her slit, where a drop of creamy white juice glistened, waiting for me. Carefully I used the controller to lower her until her legs were draped over my shoulders and her pussy was touching my lips.
The control box thudded onto the stage, and my arms pressed Jane’s costume around my head. I was buried in Tulle, with my tongue licking her wet pussy. Above, I could hear whimpers and groans as my tongue found her most sensitive places.
I licked for England, and the goals came as she had orgasm after orgasm, shuddering and flexing while she hung in the air. My face was covered in sweat and her juices. She started pleading with me to stop because her clitty was too sensitive. I knew that was so, for every touch of my tongue made her jerk and spasm above me. But the novel experience of having total control over a woman was incredibly arousing.
It was fun, and I did not want to stop, but my cock was calling for attention. I stood aside, then dropped my trousers and pants before picking up the controller. In a series of jerks, I lowered her until her feet were just above the floor, then took hold of her shoulders and pivoted her body to the horizontal.
After a few more presses on the control button, she was aligned with my loins. I dropped the control box and pulled her mouth over my rigid cock. I felt her lips and tongue start to work on my glans and perineum.
My plan was to fuck her, but the blowjob was too good. I had to hold down on her shoulders to keep her horizontal, and at the same time, I used my hands to push and pull her along my shaft in conjunction with my hip thrusts.
With every push, I buried my shaft deep inside. Jane’s face pressed against my body. She gagged and coughed but made no attempt to halt my invasion. I felt like a king, invincible and in command.
Faster and faster, my hips thrust, and her saliva drooled over my pubes. Without any warning, I felt my cum shoot up my shaft and into her mouth. I have heard the expression ‘knee trembler’ many times but never experienced one until then. My whole body was trembling, knees included. Jane became a prop, holding me up, my cock twitching in her throat.
Exhausted, I sat on the floor, holding Jane’s shoulders and looking into her eyes. She coughed and spluttered, my cum mixed with her saliva, dripping from her lips. There was something else, a look of triumph, of achieving something special.
We touched lips, and I tasted myself, cock and cum, as my tongue pushed inside. Fumbling around, I found the control box and lowered Jane to the floor. We sat and cuddled, warm from our exertion and the heat of the stage lights.
As I unclipped the harness, I thought of her husband, Rick. How could he let such a randy wife go with another man? What a wally, letting me cuckold him twice, and I knew she would want more.
