So, it was the night of our summer trip across the water to Herm, and my friend Jane had set me up with Maria, a seemingly innocent advertising girl at our magazine. And Maria had sucked me off on the beach and then Jane had brought her and Shazza back to my flat, and Maria and I had sneaked off and had sex in my bedroom on the pretext of going out to get some food. Now we’re back and everyone’s had their bag of chips and some wine and it’s getting late.
I promised Jane I would make love to her some time, because we have an understanding and she is not the jealous type. Was she going to stay the night?
No. She stood up and said, “Okay, got to go. Want a lift, Maria?” Maria looked at me. She lived near Jane, so it made sense. And she and I had had a more than nice time. I made a face at her that I hoped signified we were established and she could go now safe in the knowledge that there was a bond between us.
“Sorry, Shaz,” Jane said. “You live at the other end of the world.”
“I’ll get a taxi,” Shazza said. “I’m used to it.”
“Okay, Vic will walk you down, won’t you Vic?” Jane said.
“Of course,” I said. “Sure.” Jane shepherded Maria out of the door and Shazza stood, waiting to be escorted out, but I sat on the sofa and offered her another drink.
“Okay, just one, then I’ve got to go,” she said. She was older than the others, in her mid-thirties, and had never been beautiful but had that lived-in sexiness that some women get when they’re approaching middle age. She was slightly overweight, with a bit of a tummy below her riotous chest. It looked like the kind of body that had given a few men a good time over the years. I had never flirted with her but, on reflection, she probably had done a bit with me. She excused herself and went to the bathroom.
I changed the music and sat down, trying to stay awake after a long and very eventful night. When Shazza came back in her zip was still undone, as if she had simply forgotten it. I had seen that before, though, with girls who don’t have the confidence that their charms and appearance will get them laid.
Shazza sat next to me and we raised our glasses and clinked them in a toast.
“Isn’t it nice when you can be mates with the people you work with?” she said happily. “Even you.”
“Even me?” I half-protested.
“You’re from a different world,” she continued. “Everybody thought you were quite nice, but you’re quiet and you do things we don’t. Go places we don’t. Wouldn’t be seen dead in our sort of hangouts.”
“That’s not true,” I said. “And I don’t think of myself as quiet. I think everyone else is loud.”
Shazza laughed. “See?” she said. “You’ve got a sense of humour after all.”
“By the way,” I said, my hand on her leg and moving up to her open flies. “I think you’ve forgotten something.” I dabbed my hand inside and touched her through her knickers.”
“Who says I forgot?” she said happily. “Maybe I thought I’d see what you would do.” I fiddled gently with her clitoris.
“Now, you see?” she said again. “You are human after all. What would you like to do now?”
I put an arm around her neck and pulled her to me and we kissed eagerly. She took my fiddling fingers and slid them inside her knickers. She was very hairy there. This was a few years ago, before shaving and waxing were popular.
I stood up and pulled my jeans and underpants down, so my erection waved in front of her face. I had cum in Maria’s mouth a few hours earlier but when we got back it had all been focused on her pleasure, so I had energy to spare, and Shazza was very good at exciting me.
“My,” she said. “You’re not shy, are you?”
“Show me your tits,” I said, and she stared at me defiantly as she pulled her top over her head and wrenched her bra off. Her breasts were like a separate entity, a double-act of their own that kind of smiled at me and dared me to touch them. I leaned over, supporting myself on the back of the sofa, and rubbed the head of my cock on her left nipple.
“You are a naughty boy,” Shazza said. “And you know what happens to naughty boys.”
She stood up, pulled the rest of her clothes off and pushed me down onto the sofa. Then she sat on my face, her lovely moist pussy on my nose and her arse crack on my chin. I grabbed her by the hips and licked her lips, then shoved my tongue right inside her and she wriggled to get even closer.
“You going to rim me?” she gloated. “Like you did Maria.”
Waiting for and getting the look of puzzlement on my face, she jerked her thumb backwards at the wall.
“Jane showed me the crack you can see through,” she said. “She’s a dirty sod. Mind you, so are you. But you didn’t fuck Maria, did you? So you can manage to do me. After you’ve rimmed me.”
Shazza took up a position, kneeling on the sofa with her hands on the back and her arse presented to me. I knelt on the floor and pulled her back towards me.
“I’ve never done this before,” she said. “But if a virginal type like Maria can do it, why shouldn’t I have the pleasure?”
I licked her big brown eye, set in her substantial rear end, and it was very different from Maria’s narrow, taut bottom. But it smelled and tasted the same, and although that is only a small part of the experience, it does play a role in driving me crazy with the very idea of what I’m doing. Licking a woman’s arsehole: say it loud and say it proud.
“You love doing that, don’t you?” Shazza said. “Are you going to make me cum?”
“Only if you give it its proper name,” I joshed back at her. “Ask me to do it and don’t call it ‘doing that’.”
“Oh God,” Shazza said, her bravura performance over, now that she had been pushed onto the back foot. “Keep licking my arse,” she implored. “Don’t stop.”
I licked her with renewed vigour and she started to moan and squirm.
“Oh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Ohhh, you dirty bastard,” she wailed, as she spasmed and her sexual wiring rendered her helpless. When her tremors had subsided I knelt on the edge of the sofa and shoved my cock into her pussy so fast there was an audible slurp to go with her gasp. She was dripping wet and completely open in her mind to being shagged, defiled, humped, pounded, whatever word you wanted, the dirtier the better.
She was so juicy I could barely feel her vaginal walls as I pistoned in and out. Shazza was whimpering with submissive lust and I knew she wouldn’t object, so I pulled out and pushed my cock into her arsehole. Gently, sort of, but it soon turned into ramming and she gasped anew.
“Yes, yes, okay. I want that. Fuck me, Vic,” she almost shouted. I banged her until she started shivering with thrills and then, as she came again, I pulled out and masturbated until my spunk slathered over her crack and she moaned in abject surrender.
“In my bag. Tissues,” she ordered, and I passed her a handful to wipe herself up with.
“God, you’re a dirty bastard,” she repeated as she regained her composure. “Are you going to let me stay here tonight? I’ll be sliding off the taxi seat.”
So Shazza and I spent a blissful night, albeit sound asleep, until we awoke in the small hours and I rolled on top of her and fucked her again, this time gazing into each other’s eyes and enjoying a more civilized, respectful experience.
“I suppose that’s going to be it, then,” she said quietly as we sat having breakfast. “Christmas party syndrome. Nah, you’re not my type anyway. I love your dirty side, but… nah. Anyway, Jane’s in love with you. She knows what you’re like and she’s let you off the leash but now she’s going to want you to herself. Be nice to her,” she said as she patted me on the hand and left.
